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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 14, 2012 7:01:31 GMT -5
"They have not," Yronwood said, eyeing the impaled corpses but letting no expression mar the impassive mask that covered his face. "I rode with the Warrior's Sons after the Lordsbane who was sighted in a village to the north. There is far more at work here, than merely the Ironborn behaving as dogs."
He turned to his squires. "Find Princess Nyala, inform her that I request an audience," he said, pointing out one of them. "The rest of you, find the rest of our lords who are here, and invite them to attend. We must all speak, and quickly."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 14, 2012 7:28:55 GMT -5
Princess Nalya and the rest of Dorne returns from their ride an hour or so alter, and swiftly the group finds themselves in her tower floor. She looks about, recounting the broad outlines of the night. "So, from what my daughter tells me we owe this Prince Benjen Stark our thanks for saving her life, while the Goldlands will be calling for his head." She looks to Lord Oberyn. "Lord Yronwood, I am told your news is of the gravest importance."
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 14, 2012 7:41:19 GMT -5
"Before the riots started hear, I was in the Sept when word came in that the Lordsbane was sighted to the north. I rode with several of my men and the Warrior's Sons to a village a few miles from here, and what we found there..." Oberyn paused, mentally composing himself. The impassive mask on his face flickered for the briefest of moments, and he took a breath before explaining swiftly what had occurred in Masonton Sept. If any of the lords saw his hands at his sides, they were clenched so tightly into fists that his knuckles were pure white.
"I would not believe this story, if any told it to me, my lady, but I swear by Dorne itself and the surety of my soul that I speak truly..."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 14, 2012 7:47:42 GMT -5
Lord Bryce's voice cuts in. "The walking dead? If it were anyone but you, Lord Oberyn, I should recommend having your tongue out for lying." Nalya raises a hand, her son and elder daughter sitting near her, Prince Jon off to the side.
"So this cult leader had the power to raise the dead. Did he give any indication as to his motive? And how does Lordsbane fit into this?"
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 14, 2012 8:44:46 GMT -5
"The Lordsbane must be working for them, he was just bait to lure us in, to draw as many of us away from the camp as possible. His appearance, the kidnapping and riots, and the murder of that Lannister girl, they were all to cover something being removed from the castle. Presumably something small enough to carry off without attracting much notice, but beyond that we have no idea," he said, meeting Lord Dayne's gaze evenly, before turning his eyes toward the Princess'.
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 14, 2012 8:53:58 GMT -5
When the meeting of the lords was called Gerold returned to his pavilion.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 14, 2012 9:18:15 GMT -5
Bryce strokes his chin evenly and remains silent as he chews on this new information. Nalya frowned. "Someone went to much effort then; for a simple robbery. I shall gather more information from the victims themselves, and perhaps the prince as well. Lord Bryce, you did a fine job restoring order, and Lord Oberyn, Dorne thanks you for your leal service." She steeples her fingers and thinks. "For now, we must carry on as though we are unaffected by this madness. We cannot afford to show weakness or disunity in times of turmoil."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 14, 2012 9:22:05 GMT -5
Gerold has a strange man in his tent, a short, dark-haired man with brown leather clothing and a simple belt with a dagger on it. "Ser Gerold, I hear you're still interested in hunting down Ilyn Lordsbane."
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 14, 2012 9:31:04 GMT -5
Gerold held his bloody spear at the ready. "Mayhaps...though who in seven hells are you?" He asked too tired to be cordial.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 14, 2012 9:39:52 GMT -5
"My name is Malryas Bolton." As Gerold's eyes adjust to the dark, he sees a wrap around the small man's shoulder. "I have no love for the outlaw myself. He was a nuisance, but he has aligned himself with a true threat to the Five kingdoms."
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 14, 2012 9:43:25 GMT -5
Bryce strokes his chin evenly and remains silent as he chews on this new information. Nalya frowned. "Someone went to much effort then; for a simple robbery. I shall gather more information from the victims themselves, and perhaps the prince as well. Lord Bryce, you did a fine job restoring order, and Lord Oberyn, Dorne thanks you for your leal service." She steeples her fingers and thinks. "For now, we must carry on as though we are unaffected by this madness. We cannot afford to show weakness or disunity in times of turmoil." "I do not think there was anything simple about this robbery, my lady. This man we killed slaughtered an entire village in some blood ritual and then made the corpses rise up and fight us. Dorne is surrounded by enemies, as ever, and I would be away from this accursed place," Oberyn replied. "This must be the work of the Red God whose minions in the Kingsland now lie nearer to Yronwood than I." |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 14, 2012 9:53:05 GMT -5
Nalya considers, it is obvious that between this news and her daughter's narrow escape from death or worse, she has not had an easy time either. "I understand. The Dondarrion lord is here; he wouldn't make so blatant a move while he is in our midst. We need an expert on matters such as these; perhaps the Citadel has a maester who specializes in such...fringe knowledge. If not, the seat of the Red God's worship is in the Free Cities," she notes pointedly, "which makes having reliable eyes and ears there more critical than ever."
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 14, 2012 10:13:50 GMT -5
"My name is Malryas Bolton." As Gerold's eyes adjust to the dark, he sees a wrap around the small man's shoulder. "I have no love for the outlaw myself. He was a nuisance, but he has aligned himself with a true threat to the Five kingdoms." "I beg forgiveness for my tone my lord, I had no idea." He said apologetically. "As for that vile creature Lordsbane, I have sworn an oath that I will see him brought to justice." |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 14, 2012 10:15:59 GMT -5
"Excellent. He has managed to royally piss me off too, to your fortune." Bolton hands him a letter. "Passage to Lys. Ilyn Lordsbane will be there, stowing away on some ship after this meeting is over, to meet with his boss. The letter explains the rest."
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 14, 2012 10:45:20 GMT -5
Nalya considers, it is obvious that between this news and her daughter's narrow escape from death or worse, she has not had an easy time either. "I understand. The Dondarrion lord is here; he wouldn't make so blatant a move while he is in our midst. We need an expert on matters such as these; perhaps the Citadel has a maester who specializes in such...fringe knowledge. If not, the seat of the Red God's worship is in the Free Cities," she notes pointedly, "which makes having reliable eyes and ears there more critical than ever." "I will travel to the east as soon as we return to Dorne, and I will question my Maester closely about a trustworthy contact in a Citadel who we might get to assist our research. I believe Dorne should strengthen its alliance with the north; if Prince Benjen were to have a Dornish wife when he assumes the throne, we would be bound to them tightly in the coming years," Lord Yronwood replied. |
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