A Dance with Dragons RP Thread

"Excellent!" Rickon said as he clasped his hands. A young Thane is training would arrive shortly after this brief conversation.

"Gregor Rhyswell!" Rickon will acknowledge the younger lad. "The horses are ready, right?"

The Thane initiate would nod in affirmation, a bit afraid that the Lord Paramount would know him by name as he was a third son of the third cousin of a minor branch of the main house of Rhyswell.

"Cheer up Gregor! Here, take this!" He said as he handed him a small remedy. "For your grandmother's illness. This should fix here right up!"

The young thane, now really wielded out, but grateful. Made his respects and proceeded to wait outside. The guards to the hall seemed to already be used to this.

"You sure you don't want to stay for dinner?" Rickon would ask to the heavily armed septa. "We would love to have you."

"Absolutely certain, Lord S-Rickon. I must go where I am needed, and that is at the Capital. Perhaps one day our paths will cross in a time of peace, and on that day I will be honored to sit at your table...but for now, I must away."
(Scene?)
 
Joffrey Arryn was the Hand, Jon was just the Lord of the Eyrie though he would receive Rickon all the same.
After being told that in fact, Joffrey who was the Hand. Rickon would apologize to whomever corrected his mistakes and absentmindedly wonder aloud why all those names sound alike.

After being told where to find him, he set out to his location.
 
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After being told that in fact, Joffrey who was the Hand. Rickon would apologize to whomever corrected his mistakes and absentmindedly wonder aloud why all those names sound alike.

After being told where to find him, he set out to his location.
Jon was in luxurious quarters, because he was, quite frankly, one of the most important men in the Seven Kingdoms.

"You must be Rickon."
 
Jon was in luxurious quarters, because he was, quite frankly, one of the most important men in the Seven Kingdoms.

"You must be Rickon."
Rickon wasn't used to such luxurious quarters. His were most spartan in nature, given the Stark mentality and all that.

"And you must be Jon." He said amicably. "So nice to finally meet you brother." He said with a smile.
 
Elmo smiled, "It seems so. Pentoshi merchants can get the first crack at our produce and we will lower our regional trade barriers against them as long as Pentos reciprocates the tariff cut and pays a small premium for our goods."
"Then we are agreed. We should hold a feast later, as important agreements are celebrated here in that way."
 
"Huh? What would that be?" He asked. "I think we don't have another enemy to fight, do we?"
"We're going to cleanse the Realm of the rot that lies at it's heart. The prostitutes and adulterers, the impious and the corrupt, Cousin Joffrey and I both agree that now is the time to wash such things away and make the Realm a godly place again."
 
"We're going to cleanse the Realm of the rot that lies at it's heart. The prostitutes and adulterers, the impious and the corrupt, Cousin Joffrey and I both agree that now is the time to wash such things away and make the Realm a godly place again."
"You should talk about this with our new queen." Rickon suggested.

"How would you describe a godly place brother?"
 
"It will be obvious what it is once it has been made."
"Yeahhhh..... about that...." Rickon started. It would have been difficult for an observer to figure out who was the older brother at this point.

"I heard about what you wanted to do... about your ultimatum before the Showdown at King's Landing. And I just wanted to say that I don't really approve of it, nor the threats it had. I just wanted to throw it out there, just to let you know and all." He said.
 
"Yeahhhh..... about that...." Rickon started. It would have been difficult for an observer to figure out who was the older brother at this point.

"I heard about what you wanted to do... about your ultimatum before the Showdown at King's Landing. And I just wanted to say that I don't really approve of it, nor the threats it had. I just wanted to throw it out there, just to let you know and all." He said.
"You're welcome to think that though I stand by what I said and had the city not fallen as quickly as it had, rest assured that I would have carried out that threat without remorse. As it is, I shall have to settle for scrubbing the traitor's name from the annals of history and seeing to it that his line never so much as holds sway over a tavern ever again let alone a lordship."
 
"You're welcome to think that though I stand by what I said and had the city not fallen as quickly as it had, rest assured that I would have carried out that threat without remorse. As it is, I shall have to settle for scrubbing the traitor's name from the annals of history and seeing to it that his line never so much as holds sway over a tavern ever again let alone a lordship."
"Well, If that is how you feel about it, I shall respect it. I just really hope you never have the need to do that." He said, in search for some common ground. In truth, Rickon found that killing woman and children was something so horrible, very few would come back to the light once having done so.
 
"Well, If that is how you feel about it, I shall respect it. I just really hope you never have the need to do that." He said, in search for some common ground. In truth, Rickon found that killing woman and children was something so horrible, very few would come back to the light once having done so.
"Perhaps...but most likely if I ever must do so, it will be Clansmen and they are little better than animals so there will be no moral qualms about it." Jon remarked. "They are really only a step below traitors like the ones we killed here which says a great deal about them."
 
Red Keep, King's Landing, 149 AC

The High Septa was lead down a long hallway to a single door, which lead to a private study filled with an assortment of books and scrolls. The Lord Protector, seated by the fireplace, rose to greet his guest, a firm (but nevertheless friendly) look upon his face.

"Your Holiness."
 
Red Keep, King's Landing, 149 AC

The High Septa was lead down a long hallway to a single door, which lead to a private study filled with an assortment of books and scrolls. The Lord Protector, seated by the fireplace, rose to greet his guest, a firm (but nevertheless friendly) look upon his face.

"Your Holiness."

"Your Highness." she replied, with a curtsy just barely on the proper side of deferential. "May the Seven keep you and yours."

A Targaryen, a dragonrider, and steeped in the traditions of the Reach...Viserys was everything a properly brought up Dornishwoman was raised to despise. The High Septa firmly believed in judging others on their merits, just as the Seven did, but what little she knew of the Lord Protector had her mentally marking down his merits as "Is not Lucerys the Betrayer" and nothing else.

"How fares the Realm?"
 
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"Your Highness." she replied, with a curtsy just barely on the proper side of deferential. "May the Seven keep you and yours."

A Targaryen, a dragonrider, and steeped in the traditions of the Reach...Viserys was everything a properly brought up Dornishwoman was raised to despise. The High Septa firmly believed in judging others on their merits, just as the Seven did, but what little she knew of the Lord Protector had her mentally marking down his merits as "Is not Lucerys the Betrayer" and nothing else.

"How fares the Realm?"

The Lord Protector could sense the slight undertones of hostility, but did not let it bother him.

"The Realm is better than it could have been; this Second Dance of the Dragons was quick, and for that I am thankful. We can also be thankful that the Lady Baela was open to crowning another as Lord, or Lady, of the Seven Kingdoms." he sighed, "Nevertheless there many problems: bringing back order to this city, dealing with those who were loyal to the Arch-Traitor, as the Arryns have given to calling him, and of course...dealing with the rogue elements of the Faith in the Reach, of which I can assure you that you have my support."
 
The Lord Protector could sense the slight undertones of hostility, but did not let it bother him.

"The Realm is better than it could have been; this Second Dance of the Dragons was quick, and for that I am thankful. We can also be thankful that the Lady Baela was open to crowning another as Lord, or Lady, of the Seven Kingdoms." he sighed, "Nevertheless there many problems: bringing back order to this city, dealing with those who were loyal to the Arch-Traitor, as the Arryns have given to calling him, and of course...dealing with the rogue elements of the Faith in the Reach, of which I can assure you that you have my support."

"I thank you, Your Highness." The High Septa said stiffly...and then she sighed. "The Reach Faithful have fallen to pride...pride that was pricked when they were not consulted prior to my selection. I have written their septons and septas, tried to explain that the middle of a civil war with a pretender speaking blasphemy on the steps of the Great Sept is no time for slow deliberations, but alas. And of course...I am a daughter of Dorne."

The High Septa indicated her dark hair and olive skin, just in case Viserys had somehow missed them.

"And there is little love lost between the heirs to the Gardeners and the heirs of Nymeria. Not that I am loved by them either...in Dorne they you and I are paramours, did you know? Tcheh.

It seems...unjust, somehow. Lucerys beds a half dozen Dornishwomen and they love him for it, I ensnare the Lord Protector of the Seven Kingdoms with my wiles and they revile me. Dear, dear..."
 
"You want him to understand both worlds. No matter what I say any child of your union will never be accepted as a member of the Old Blood but with our dragonblood they would be able to claim wyverns and be acknowledged and supported by the Old Blood as important members of Volantis and allowed entry into the Old City."

"I...what I want for our son...a life like...Daemon, your son, he isn't respected just because he's of the Old Blood, I have no bloodline worth mentioning at all, but I earned, we earned, all I want for Cyrion, all of our children...thank you, General."
 
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