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[WW] - The Game of Thrones - GAME OVER - LOYALS WIN
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Sorry guys.
We will start this afternoon.
does that mean I am not dead yet? cool I'll order another wildboar pizza
Thats a long time to wait to 'off' somebody.....
...itchy bow-string finger here......
Oh, it's just a harmless little *bunny*, isn't it?
That's pretty un-loyal of you. I'm sure Sir Twietee will make note of your transgressions
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That's pretty un-loyal of you. I'm sure Sir Twietee will make note of your transgressions
I am a Targaryen, pay your respects simple minded peasant!
Merrick surveyed the gallery of bannermen that had responded to the summons. He was surprised by how many had bothered with the meager threat their feeble lordling posed.
Many of the men actually looked fearful of what their summons meant. Others looked confident and relaxed. Most looked bored. Among them were also faces Merrick didn't recognize. They were faces he couldn't recognize. Wherever they were from, it wasn't Westeros.
He looked over to the Vulture to take the measure of the room. The fellow guardsman's face was stoic, unflinching as he stared forward. Merrick was sure he knew something, which frustrated him even more than the Vulture's usual indifference. He began to get the feeling that everyone was being to made to wait this long out of sheer amusement on the Lady's part.
The chamber main doors swung open and Lady Arryn walked through, flanked on one side by the sickly Robert clutching his doll and the Eyrie's maester on the other. Her eyes seemed empty and emotionless, which had been happening more and more often lately. Now he was certain he didn't like any of this.
Lysa walked up on the dais, where the little Robert slowly ambled up onto the wooden chair that commanded the room. The maester took the other side of the chair.
"Welcome," Lysa droned. "With the death of King Robert, set forth by the treachery against my dear husband Jon, I'm sure you're all wondering why I've summoned you here."
Most of the room continued murmuring amongst themselves. She didn't seem to care.
"Let me put your fears to rest. I do not intend to call you to arms. The traitor's son has his hands full with insurrection, and his ears full with the lies of his council." She allowed herself a small smile before continuing. "The Eyrie is impregnable. We are safe here, and I extend that safety to you while you entertain my offer."
The ears of some seemed to have perked up at the word 'offer,' and she slowly gained the room's attention. The vulture stared.
"At the advice of my most trusted advisers, I have decided to wed again" Lysa continued. "It is not of my own desire, but for the desire to bring security to our lands and provide an example for my sweet Robert."
Robert weakly kicked his legs while miming words to his doll in between whimpers.
Merrick now knew something was amiss. Lysa was always adamant that the boy needed no outside influence. It was obvious the room didn't think so. Several of the heads of the minor houses were slowly inching closer.
"I have invited you here because I know I can trust no outsiders. They all want to send my poor Robert off and claim Warden of the East for themselves. I trust your loyalty to my husband will continue."
Lysa abruptly turned and left, shadowed by the maester and Robert, in an almost comical procession.
"What the hell was that?" One of the larger lords had pushed his way through and was sizing the room up. The look of confusion was still winning over the confidence he was trying to display.
The Vulture stepped forward. "You've all been given accommodations. The servants will direct you to your quarters."
The lord stepped forward to meet him, accompanied by some his larger men. "Oh, I've heard about you," he mockingly drawled. "You're 'the vulture' aren't ya? A fancy name on a common man is still just a common man."
The lord was leaning in, sneering. It became painfully obvious to Merrick that the title of Lord was new to him.
"Just what does that name mean anyway," he mockingly mused. He hummed, rocking slightly back and forth. "Oh, I know. It's obvious you're ugly. So ballsack must have been taken!"
His men began guffawing and clapping him on the back. Merrick's hand didn't reach his sword before the vulture's hand was on his chest. The other hand was holding his sword, the point gently resting on the lord's neck.
"Your accommodations are waiting," he rasped. "Please do mind to not take a wrong turn. Some of the doors are a long way down."
The GAME has begun. It is now DAY 1.
Many of the men actually looked fearful of what their summons meant. Others looked confident and relaxed. Most looked bored. Among them were also faces Merrick didn't recognize. They were faces he couldn't recognize. Wherever they were from, it wasn't Westeros.
He looked over to the Vulture to take the measure of the room. The fellow guardsman's face was stoic, unflinching as he stared forward. Merrick was sure he knew something, which frustrated him even more than the Vulture's usual indifference. He began to get the feeling that everyone was being to made to wait this long out of sheer amusement on the Lady's part.
The chamber main doors swung open and Lady Arryn walked through, flanked on one side by the sickly Robert clutching his doll and the Eyrie's maester on the other. Her eyes seemed empty and emotionless, which had been happening more and more often lately. Now he was certain he didn't like any of this.
Lysa walked up on the dais, where the little Robert slowly ambled up onto the wooden chair that commanded the room. The maester took the other side of the chair.
"Welcome," Lysa droned. "With the death of King Robert, set forth by the treachery against my dear husband Jon, I'm sure you're all wondering why I've summoned you here."
Most of the room continued murmuring amongst themselves. She didn't seem to care.
"Let me put your fears to rest. I do not intend to call you to arms. The traitor's son has his hands full with insurrection, and his ears full with the lies of his council." She allowed herself a small smile before continuing. "The Eyrie is impregnable. We are safe here, and I extend that safety to you while you entertain my offer."
The ears of some seemed to have perked up at the word 'offer,' and she slowly gained the room's attention. The vulture stared.
"At the advice of my most trusted advisers, I have decided to wed again" Lysa continued. "It is not of my own desire, but for the desire to bring security to our lands and provide an example for my sweet Robert."
Robert weakly kicked his legs while miming words to his doll in between whimpers.
Merrick now knew something was amiss. Lysa was always adamant that the boy needed no outside influence. It was obvious the room didn't think so. Several of the heads of the minor houses were slowly inching closer.
"I have invited you here because I know I can trust no outsiders. They all want to send my poor Robert off and claim Warden of the East for themselves. I trust your loyalty to my husband will continue."
Lysa abruptly turned and left, shadowed by the maester and Robert, in an almost comical procession.
"What the hell was that?" One of the larger lords had pushed his way through and was sizing the room up. The look of confusion was still winning over the confidence he was trying to display.
The Vulture stepped forward. "You've all been given accommodations. The servants will direct you to your quarters."
The lord stepped forward to meet him, accompanied by some his larger men. "Oh, I've heard about you," he mockingly drawled. "You're 'the vulture' aren't ya? A fancy name on a common man is still just a common man."
The lord was leaning in, sneering. It became painfully obvious to Merrick that the title of Lord was new to him.
"Just what does that name mean anyway," he mockingly mused. He hummed, rocking slightly back and forth. "Oh, I know. It's obvious you're ugly. So ballsack must have been taken!"
His men began guffawing and clapping him on the back. Merrick's hand didn't reach his sword before the vulture's hand was on his chest. The other hand was holding his sword, the point gently resting on the lord's neck.
"Your accommodations are waiting," he rasped. "Please do mind to not take a wrong turn. Some of the doors are a long way down."
The GAME has begun. It is now DAY 1.
Thanks a lot chrmjenkins, now we know what you did the whole weekend..
.. and I'm gonna start the romp and welcome ucfgrad93 by throwing some sheep and cows with my new catapult onto his front porch.
You're a bird lovin' Tangaryan or just a bloody peasant?
.. and I'm gonna start the romp and welcome ucfgrad93 by throwing some sheep and cows with my new catapult onto his front porch.
You're a bird lovin' Tangaryan or just a bloody peasant?
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Lord Twietee, you are my liege lord and you have my support. Time to die ucfgrad93.
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um, what's majority lock? Like 11? be careful guys and chill for a while will ya!?
poor ufcgrad...I was throwing sheep and cows, NOT Pandas and elks (or whatever Prince Pluto chose for his banner)
But explain yourself ufc! Why do you attrack so much attention right at the start!!?
poor ufcgrad...I was throwing sheep and cows, NOT Pandas and elks (or whatever Prince Pluto chose for his banner)
But explain yourself ufc! Why do you attrack so much attention right at the start!!?
interesting beginnings.
for now i think 3 votes is enough for poor UFC
meanwhile, it seems that Lady Lysa has decided to start looking for an appropriate suitor to help her rule the Eyrie, and i can't think of a better match than our own Targaryen prince. What do you say jav?
for now i think 3 votes is enough for poor UFC
meanwhile, it seems that Lady Lysa has decided to start looking for an appropriate suitor to help her rule the Eyrie, and i can't think of a better match than our own Targaryen prince. What do you say jav?
dang, what's with this explain yourself stuff? are you serious?!
its day 1, there is no explaining...its just some unlucky person gets voted off, just dumb luck on day 1.
what a bandwagon, you three are already looking suspicious now if ucf turns out a good guy
moyank
Not really. There are only 4 bad guys aren't there? Out of 21 players? ~80% chance any of us are good guys. To be honest I'll likely change my first day vote to whomever is getting the most. Nobody has any information (aside from who they are) so it's a crap shoot. Might as well get the day over with.