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Bluetommy if that assassin was a faceless man I think he'd need a wee bit more gold since their services almost literally cost an arm and a leg. Just sayin.
Well considering the Starks are part Tully in the first place, Jullon has a claim to that sword. But also this is a game of thrones, people can turn on a dime.
Hmmm... I'm in need of some valyrion steel.
I got something up. It isn't much since I'm low on time right now. The Riverlands are gonna be pissed when they hear what Aenys did to young Mallister.
Riverrun
Seban's trek through the halls was quick, his steps were quiet. Carrying out his father's order without delay to Maester Luvin. He didn't know what his father's plan was, but it did revolve around Lord Crakehal's claim to the throne and the army he'd raised to take King landing. He'd heard that much but was the man so vain to openly declare for throne and just try and take it out right. According to his history lesson's the Baratheon brother that had openly revolted and laid claim to the throne and had lost their lives in the process. And while he did have a legitimate claim to the throne, it was far too quick to declare. Least in his mind. The minds of old men were a fickle thing though and best not to question their motives, at least, his father's.
Pushing the tower door to find old Luvin busy with several tomes, skimming through the contents for some unknown reason. Seban wouldn't presume to ask him but only to deliver his father's order. Leaning back Maester Luvin pushed back his oak chair, creaking as the frail man leaned back.
"Ah, Seban, dare I ask what warrants this visit?" Strangely the elderly man of seventy knew what the visit meant. Scratching at his snow-colored beard, looking at the young heir with curiosity.
"Father wants ten thousand men raised at Harrenhal pending threat of war. Lord Blackwood is to take the command of the force until my arrival to the ruins. And this messages to Lord Crakehal." Exhaling a slight breath, seeing the wine at the maester table, pulling his chair close.
"May I?." Maester Luvin nodded to the heir. In turn, Seban poured a cup looking to the man who'd been as important as his father now as he was in his youth. Taking a sip before he looked back to the maester. "How much blood do you think will be spilt in this war for this damnable chair." He didn't want to know, but it was best to be prepared for the bloodshed that was to fall in Lord Tyget's conquest for the throne. Drinking the rest of Dornish wine before Seban had put down his goblet to listen.
"I cannot say, but the wars lords wage to be kings are often bloody and long. Your father is wise though, he'll choose the best course of action. He always does."
Nodding once to Maester Luvin as the answer settled. "I have an army to lead." Seban exhalling a breath, pushing himself from the spare chair in Luvin's chamber. A long ride was ahead of him, knowing it would lead him to war. Playing his father's game, trusting his instinct as the 'Old Fish' was never usually wrong about such things.
Approaching the Bloody Gate
Artor newly annoited as knight was on his first task set about by his father to the Vale. Auburn hair wisping in winds as his foxhide cloak subtly fluttered in the breeze. A retinue of ten men also followed the second son of Jullon Tully to the Vale of Arryn. In hopes of forging a mutual alliance that both great men could could utilize for a security of both their corners of the realm. More for his father's sake though, hoping that he could reforge the old Tully-Arryn alliance. Seeing as both great houses have held each other in high regard and have bennefited in such unions.
Exhaling a slight breath though as it largely depended on Lord Ellion's current temperment and how open in terms of marriage he is to such a union. Keeping his mount focused as the rugged rocky out crops started pushing further in on the small group, forcing the young fishes entourage closer together. But what wasn't expected was the large group of armed men at the bloody gate.
"What buisness do you have in the Vale." The guard over the Bloody Gates shouted out.
"I'm Artor Tully, Second son of Lord Paramount Jullon Tully. I come bearing a missive to the Lord of the Vale." Holding out the scroll of blue wax, the Tully fish pressed into the parchment. Ensuring that it was of the Riverlands.
Seban's trek through the halls was quick, his steps were quiet. Carrying out his father's order without delay to Maester Luvin. He didn't know what his father's plan was, but it did revolve around Lord Crakehal's claim to the throne and the army he'd raised to take King landing. He'd heard that much but was the man so vain to openly declare for throne and just try and take it out right. According to his history lesson's the Baratheon brother that had openly revolted and laid claim to the throne and had lost their lives in the process. And while he did have a legitimate claim to the throne, it was far too quick to declare. Least in his mind. The minds of old men were a fickle thing though and best not to question their motives, at least, his father's.
Pushing the tower door to find old Luvin busy with several tomes, skimming through the contents for some unknown reason. Seban wouldn't presume to ask him but only to deliver his father's order. Leaning back Maester Luvin pushed back his oak chair, creaking as the frail man leaned back.
"Ah, Seban, dare I ask what warrants this visit?" Strangely the elderly man of seventy knew what the visit meant. Scratching at his snow-colored beard, looking at the young heir with curiosity.
"Father wants ten thousand men raised at Harrenhal pending threat of war. Lord Blackwood is to take the command of the force until my arrival to the ruins. And this messages to Lord Crakehal." Exhaling a slight breath, seeing the wine at the maester table, pulling his chair close.
"May I?." Maester Luvin nodded to the heir. In turn, Seban poured a cup looking to the man who'd been as important as his father now as he was in his youth. Taking a sip before he looked back to the maester. "How much blood do you think will be spilt in this war for this damnable chair." He didn't want to know, but it was best to be prepared for the bloodshed that was to fall in Lord Tyget's conquest for the throne. Drinking the rest of Dornish wine before Seban had put down his goblet to listen.
"I cannot say, but the wars lords wage to be kings are often bloody and long. Your father is wise though, he'll choose the best course of action. He always does."
Nodding once to Maester Luvin as the answer settled. "I have an army to lead." Seban exhalling a breath, pushing himself from the spare chair in Luvin's chamber. A long ride was ahead of him, knowing it would lead him to war. Playing his father's game, trusting his instinct as the 'Old Fish' was never usually wrong about such things.
Approaching the Bloody Gate
Artor newly annoited as knight was on his first task set about by his father to the Vale. Auburn hair wisping in winds as his foxhide cloak subtly fluttered in the breeze. A retinue of ten men also followed the second son of Jullon Tully to the Vale of Arryn. In hopes of forging a mutual alliance that both great men could could utilize for a security of both their corners of the realm. More for his father's sake though, hoping that he could reforge the old Tully-Arryn alliance. Seeing as both great houses have held each other in high regard and have bennefited in such unions.
Exhaling a slight breath though as it largely depended on Lord Ellion's current temperment and how open in terms of marriage he is to such a union. Keeping his mount focused as the rugged rocky out crops started pushing further in on the small group, forcing the young fishes entourage closer together. But what wasn't expected was the large group of armed men at the bloody gate.
"What buisness do you have in the Vale." The guard over the Bloody Gates shouted out.
"I'm Artor Tully, Second son of Lord Paramount Jullon Tully. I come bearing a missive to the Lord of the Vale." Holding out the scroll of blue wax, the Tully fish pressed into the parchment. Ensuring that it was of the Riverlands.
I may not be able to get a post up too soon. My wife's grandfather is in the hospital right now. But I will do what I can.
Since it's usually the hand or the king that names those position you know.
Jullon was sat upon the balcony overlooking Red Fork along with flowing rivers behind that belonged in his domain. The day was peaceful and was the first time it hadn't rained in weeks, bathing in the morning sun with his spouse Avya who was slowly working on a needlepoint for her future grandchild, that is if Jullon would let their children marry because his standards were far too high. Ever since his ancestors, the paramount lords of The Riverlands has been very particular on who they'd marry, however, with King Aegon X death things were to get complicated quickly. For now though the sun, the sun and his wife with burnt bacon and light brown beer to mellow the salt.
Crunching the crisp bacon, the message Lord Crakehal had sent wouldn't be the last. The view of his realm often gave him clarity to think, weighing out the consequences of siding with Westerlands. However, even though it been centuries since the Westerlands betrayal it still clung to his decision on to support Tyget's claim.
"Seem's you've decided to stay out for now?" Avya spoke still working on her needlepoint, she seeming to know Jullon's every thought. But rightfully so since she'd been married to him since she'd been just over fifteen years of age.
"Yes, though it'll be criticized. We need to keep the peace for now. The Riverlands are the place that bleeds the most, I would see them peaceful if the seven would allow it." Exhaling a sigh as the page came back in with secondary message. This time from the young lord of The Reach Garland Tyrell. Two raven's in one day concerning the same matter at hand, it was shaping to be an exasperating day. Taking the scroll from his page, waving him lazily. Jullon furrowed his brow looking down at the small message, rereading it twice before leaning his head back, watching the rushing rivers. "This is really quite a mess. Ink and parchment." Snapping for his scribe. He was going to try and stay neutral, his realm had bled enough in the past for all the seven. He wanted to prevent any future bloodshed at least on his lands.
"Make sure to give these to Maester Almon. See that they're delivered with haste." Returning the scribbled parchment to the page for delivery. Jullon wanted to at least enjoy the rest of his day in peace before the chaotic plunge into the world of war, politics and intruige was to ensue.
Crunching the crisp bacon, the message Lord Crakehal had sent wouldn't be the last. The view of his realm often gave him clarity to think, weighing out the consequences of siding with Westerlands. However, even though it been centuries since the Westerlands betrayal it still clung to his decision on to support Tyget's claim.
"Seem's you've decided to stay out for now?" Avya spoke still working on her needlepoint, she seeming to know Jullon's every thought. But rightfully so since she'd been married to him since she'd been just over fifteen years of age.
"Yes, though it'll be criticized. We need to keep the peace for now. The Riverlands are the place that bleeds the most, I would see them peaceful if the seven would allow it." Exhaling a sigh as the page came back in with secondary message. This time from the young lord of The Reach Garland Tyrell. Two raven's in one day concerning the same matter at hand, it was shaping to be an exasperating day. Taking the scroll from his page, waving him lazily. Jullon furrowed his brow looking down at the small message, rereading it twice before leaning his head back, watching the rushing rivers. "This is really quite a mess. Ink and parchment." Snapping for his scribe. He was going to try and stay neutral, his realm had bled enough in the past for all the seven. He wanted to prevent any future bloodshed at least on his lands.
"Make sure to give these to Maester Almon. See that they're delivered with haste." Returning the scribbled parchment to the page for delivery. Jullon wanted to at least enjoy the rest of his day in peace before the chaotic plunge into the world of war, politics and intruige was to ensue.
I will remain neutral but maybe IC it might prove interesting to be named Master of Ships or Laws.
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