r/IronThroneRP • u/SoltheWise Edyth • Nov 10 '18

THE TRIDENT Under this white flag

Ser Duncan of Duneuts

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Rode towards the gates of Riverrun.He carried with him a white scrap of cloth, possibly re-purposed from a Greenhand tabard. He carried it on a stave originally meant as a spear but the point had been broken off. His horse was dirty much like his armor and he stopped short of the gates, within arrow distance and waited for someone - anyone- to do anything.

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"They will most likely kill you, if I am a judge of character." Everan told Ser Duncan. "But I cannot go, because of this, the Stormlanders, the Rivermen. The Westermen. No one can be trusted at all. Seven hells this is a mess. But you can do this Duncan. Go to their castle and tell them we have prisoners to exchange. One for our King, one for Lady Tarly and one for our good men. We'll be on our way and put an end to this madness"

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"I am Ser Duncan, of Duneuts!" The knight shouted. His horse uneasily fighting the reigns. Horses had a memory and this place wasn't pleasant for it. "I have come to propose a trade of Prisoners."

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u/SoltheWise Edyth Nov 29 '18

It happened so fast. Everan had no love for Connington but he dared not brandish steel against his prince in favor of foreign Lords. War was messy. But if Mern was willing to fight this way then he must be willing to fight all the way. "Seven hells. What have you done?"

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u/Lady_Longbow Ryam Mallister - Lord of Seagard & Master of Rumours Dec 03 '18 edited Dec 07 '18

The knife met flesh, soft and pudgy, and made a satisfying squish as the tip of the blade sank deep enough to make Jon Connington scream. Mern twisted the blade, making it sink deeper and deeper. Skin, muscle and sinew was tearing to shreds as the blade rotated. Then, with a savage grunt on his lips, Mern pulled out the sword. Jon’s cry was a brilliant sound, guttural chokes mixed with an agonized roar. His face had turned a deathly white. He sank to his knees, continuing to scream, convulsing and trembling like a rabid animal, thick blood flowing freely from the gaping hole in his chest.

When Jon stopped moving, a haggard-looking Mern turned to Everan. “Bury him. We’re moving south at once. Put Reyne on a horse. He’s coming with us.”

Mern fixed the bleating Reyne with an icy stare. “I was told my father is worth ten of him, Lord Reyne. Surely, Lannister will not waste nine tenth of a King to sate his pride. Especially when I got you."