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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Oct 16, 2012 20:43:06 GMT -5
The Tyrell pavilion is located in the midst of the Reach section of the Goldlands camp and easily distinguishable by its size and its vivid green and gold colours. Four guards dressed in Tyrell livery guard the entrance while other guards patrol the perimeter of the pavilion. Lord Tyrell and his family, including his brother Ser Jon, his squires Olyvar Farman and Arthur Tyrell, his sisters Elinor Tyrell and Jenna Tyrell are regular comers and goers and are known by the guards.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Oct 16, 2012 20:44:01 GMT -5
Rycherd Tyrell returns to his pavilion after the tourney fight and instructs his servants to prepare a small feast for his guest Oberyn Yronwood.
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 17, 2012 15:53:32 GMT -5
Lord Oberyn arrives, trailed by half a dozen guards garbed in Yronwood livery, each carrying a tall spear with a sword hanging from his waist. Lord Yronwood is similarly armed and attired, save that he does not carry a spear. He'd sent a squire to invite his brother Lord Jon to attend as well, but had not heard back before departing.
Eyeing the large gaudy pavilion, he gestured for his men to remain outside, off duty as he did not expect trouble in the camp; likely they'd be dicing amongst each other before he even sat down inside, but they were under strict orders to neither begin, nor respond to, any trouble with the Reachmen.
Two fat wineskins hung from a sling over his shoulder, and entering he handed the larger to Lord Tyrell. "A gift, my lord, I am afraid we there is only so much good Dornish wine to be had here. Rest assured, I shall send you a cask once I have returned to Yronwood," he said, smiling calmly.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 15:59:38 GMT -5
Prince Consort Jon Martell arrives a few minutes later, nodding to Lord Rycherd. "Pardon my tardiness. I hope it's not an issue." He takes a seat next to his brother.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Oct 18, 2012 1:52:16 GMT -5
"Welcome to the Reach Lord Yronwood." replied Rycherd before taking the wineskin and handing it to his squires. He beckoned Oberyn to a seat. In an instant, Rycherd's two squires had filled goblets of wine and set them down before the men. They did the same for Jon Martell, when he arrived a few minutes later. "My lords. May I make my introductions. This is my younger brother Ser Jon Tyrell." he said indicating a young sour dark haired man seated to his left, who did not rise. Another taller, older man with ash-blonde hair rose in greeting. "My brother-by-marriage Ser Harys Farman. And last, but not least..." He looked fondly at a dark-haired woman in her mid-twenties. "My sister Lady Elinor Tyrell."  Elinor Tyrell Ser Jon Tyrell Ser Harys Farman |
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 18, 2012 18:13:35 GMT -5
Oberyn nodded coolly at Lord Tyrell's entourage, and then proceeded to ignore them. "What did you wish to discuss, my lord?" he asked, getting right to the heart of it.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Oct 18, 2012 18:36:36 GMT -5
Rycherd took a sip of wine, placed his cup on the table and leaned back in his seat.
"Very well Lord Oberyn. Dorne and the Reach have had their differences over the years, but it seems to me that you and I have much in common. We are both leaders, warriors of some ability and from what I understand we both are ardent followers of the Faith which these days seems to be going out of fashion. In light of that and of recent events, I would propose that we come to an arrangement."
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 18, 2012 18:49:46 GMT -5
Oberyn nodded thoughtfully. "It seems the Crone guides your tongue, for I do not wish to be enemies with the Reach; at least not at this time," he added with a momentary wry smile. "I suppose that is easy for me to say, whose lands do not border the Reach. Lord Bryce, I am sure, would see things quite differently, but his opinion is not my concern."
"In light of what I, at the very least, have seen since arriving here, this land has too long been plagued by demons and worshipers of them. His High Holiness, I am quite sure, will not receive calmly his Knight-Commander's account of what happened in Masonton and I believe that a war of the Righteous will soon be upon us. Good and true men must cast aside old enmities to fight the enemies of the Gods," he said fervently. "The false Red God and those who follow him must be driven from the shores of this land, or eradicated that they might never return."
[Persuasion: Diplomacy]
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 18, 2012 18:57:34 GMT -5
Result: 112
Opposed: 123
Lord Rycherd has full command of his own judgment while answering.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Oct 18, 2012 22:43:20 GMT -5
"I concur." replied Rycherd gravely, deciding that he would not hedge around the issue. "This land has been rent with wars too many to count, so it is with no joy I say this. However as true followers of the Faith we must stand together and most importantly we must be seen as standing together, or the heretics will see us as weak and divided."
He reached across and picked up his wine cup. "And what better way to demonstrate our steadfastness than by allying our families."
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 18, 2012 23:04:03 GMT -5
"Perhaps," Lord Yronwood replied slowly, knowing where this was going. "A military alliance would be acceptable to me, to fight your enemies as mine, for the promise of the same. I cannot, however, offer more at this time," he added with the slightest air of apology.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Oct 19, 2012 0:56:41 GMT -5
Rycherd's features remained impassive, except for a slight thinning of his lips. He took another sip of wine before asking.
"Is a marital alliance with House Tyrell of Highgarden distasteful to you, Lord Oberyn?"
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 19, 2012 6:59:03 GMT -5
"It is not a commitment I can make currently, Lord Tyrell. My heir and daughter are both betrothed and my youngest son is but a lad of ten and two," he replied.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Oct 19, 2012 7:14:42 GMT -5
"I see." replied Rycherd. "If I may ask, betrothed to whom?"
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 19, 2012 12:31:35 GMT -5
"Arania Hightower is to marry my son, and my daughter will be wed to the Sword of the Morning," he replied, bristling at what he clearly saw as an improper line of questioning.
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