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| Turncloak | Oct 4 2008, 06:57 PM |
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Lord Hightower wished to hold council…could it be? But then, Lord Petyr always saw him as a merciful lord, something his bother would call soft. But was he ready? After all this death and tragedy? Was he willing to face the Knights without his sword? Oh he hoped so. If he could nit, then he was no better than the Blacks, his brother or any of them. He was supposed to be the voice of reason. I must, he thought. I must do it to end this madness. Perhaps to heal the realm…we must stop bleeding it. Yes…he grinned. This was for the realm. Later that night he found himself in the study, where he had sat down, quill in hand facing the piece of parchment. Dipping the quill in ink, he commenced to write out the reply to the White Bull’s request. To Lord Hightower, Your recent letter about this council upsets me. We have spent months at war Lord Hightower, and you wish to throw our victories and defeats away, for what? My brother would call your mercy weakness. But I ser am a different man, and I have seen past that and have seen the truth of it. If I say I am fighting for unity and peace by means of war, then I am no better than the Knights. Expect to see me in two days time; I have made plans to leave tonight to get there in time. With me will be some of my kinsmen including my half-brother, still recovering from the battle at Saltpans, and the lords that make up my council. Lord Petyr Maderly |
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| A Call to a Grand Council · Diplomacy | |
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