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ROBERT
At least that bitch Cersei can’t take away the fun of hunting.
She had seemed to take away everything else, of course, driving him away from her, into the comforts of fine foods and even finer women. Of course, when compared to Cersei, his wife of fifteen years, any maiden was preferable, as the many bastards he had sired clearly shows, at least, the ones that escaped Cersei’s lethal wrath. Let the Others take her, he swore silently to himself, grabbing another skin of wine from a nearby servant, and drowing the draught in three mighty gulps. Anything to escape the thought of being married to to that wench. Why, he would rather fuck a silent sister or even that ugly daughter of Selwyn Tarth he so often like to snicker about behind his back, rather than spend a single moment with his Lannister bride.
“Bring me another skin of the same, and my bow!†he muttered, spotting a boar in the distance, a likely target that would make a good meal for tonight’s feast. He never ate or hunted for venison. It reminded him too much of his own mortality.
A different servant, this time clothed in Lannister crimson, red as a funeral pyre and bearing the lion that Robert had grown to hate over his many years of marriage, rode up to his side, handing over the his hunting crossbow, already wound and nocked with a bolt, along with the leather phial of liquor he requested.
Taking a mighty swig from the flask, and dismounting, his thoughts nevertheless drifted to his least favorite subject, how the hell he ended up married to such a bitch. At least he was content in the knowledge that she was never his first choice. No, that would have been Lyanna, Ned’s sister. At least, until that Targaryen bastard Rhaegar kidnapped her away from him. Even the thought of Rhaegar, though dead at Robert’s hand long ago, still managed to infuriate him, turning the sweet wine in his mouth bitter with his rage.
“Rhaegar you bastard!†Robert cried out, raising his mighty war hammer above his head. His rage seemed to multiply his strength, for though he had grown portly and weak in recent years, he was amazed at how light his weapon seemed, almost as if he was in the prime of his youth again.
Alerted by his cry, Rhaegar charged at Robert, armored in his black plate, bedazzled with rubies, which seemed to sparkle in the glimpses of the sun through the fading trees.
Yes, thought Robert, this was exactly how it happened, sprinting to meet Rhaegar on the ford of the Trident, his greaves caked with the blood of his fallen enemies.
The two warriors came together, yet before they met, Robert knew what would happen, for he had seen it many times in his dreams. His great hammer would connect with Rhaegar, throwing him to the ground, in a glorious crescendo of shattering steel, snapping ribs, and the chime of fracturing rubies, floating for a second in the air in a beautiful bloodshot mist.
“Lyanna!†Robert screamed out, just before the two met, just as it was the last time, though this time, there came no identical battle cry from his opponent, as Rhaegar had yelled as well at the Trident, in a cruel imitation meant to mock Robert’s passion . The expected pinnacle of sound he should have heard upon seeing his war hammer strike his foe was just as absent.
In fact, what he did hear sounded just like the splintering of wood, accompanied by a the weak snapping of a once-taut cord, and the angry snort of an enraged beast.
The flowers below Robert were red. Ruby red, and growing more and more scarlet the longer he looked at them.
No, no, This wasn’t right. This wasn’t right at all.
Lyanna loved blue flowers.
Posts
Freeagent - Kevan Lannister
Bliss101 - Robb Stark
Zot - Joffrey Baratheon
Crono729 - Greatjon Umber
Cj Iwakura - Thoros of Myr
Qorzm - Cersei Lannister
Frosteey - Howland Reed
Tehspectre - Jaime Lannister
cheez - Qyburn the Necromancer
Osvik - Melisandre
cObbi - Sandor Clegane
DevoutlyApathetic - Osmund Kettleblack
PRËTËNTIÖüS - Wyman Manderly
Zzulu - Podric Payne
Mr. Embarkation - Mace Tyrell
NATIK - Rickard Karstark
Oatway - Oberyn Martell
Shorn Scrotum Man - Stannis Baratheon
FunkyWaltDogg - Gregor Clegane
Jester313 - Catelyn Stark
Rend - Davos Seaworth
Niceguy Myeye - Tyrion Lannister
Locus - Arya Stark
Saburbia - Renly Baratheon
Squashua - Tywin Lannister
Jdarksun - Brienne Tarth
Grundlterror - Bronn of the Blackwater
durax - Daenerys Targaryen
mrpaku - Beric Dondarrion
Vic - Bryndon Tully
Precisionk - Sansa Stark
Skulk - Bran Stark
Raakam - Varys
Lucien - Ned Stark
Robothero - Gendry Waters
Nion - Grand Maester Pycelle
delroland - King Littlefinger
Romantic Undead - Loras Tyrell
McKid - Randyll Tarly
Green - Barristan Selmy
Narrations
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
The Rules:
The First night will end Monday at 9:00 PST, which is also 12:00 EST, and every subsequent night will be end at the same time. All actions, whether in private or public, must be in by this time. Actions timestamped 12:01 EST will not be accepted.
All actions will be PM'd to Plutonium. There are no public actions besides votes and the execution.
Please do not share Role Pm's. Please give me the information for and access to all private message boards you are using to communicate.
Every Night, players will !Vote for a player to be put to death This kill can not be blocked.
Every Night, players will !Vote for a Regent. The runner-up will become The Hand
Starting on night two, The Regent will decide to !Execute a player In the event of the death of the Regent, the Hand will carry out the Regent's orders. This kill can only be blocked by the death of both the Regent and the Hand, or the prior death of the player. The Hand will not kill himself. *
Periodically throughout the game, Duels may occur. In the event of a duel, players will !Vote for their favorite The winner of the vote will live, and the loser will die. If one of the duelists is killed by a method besides the vote or the execution, the survivor will win by default.
The order of kills will be:
Guarding > Individual Kills > Execution/Duels > Vote
Finally, the last team alive wins.
Questions for clarifications should be made Like This
Private questions should be PM'd to me.
*The preceding stolen from CJ Iwakura. No, you don't get anything special becuase of it.
Much respect Plu
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I promise to listen to the people of Westeros and do their bidding as best as I can.
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Much like my...
My friend, we vote for a reagent, not The Hand. Are you voting for yourself for second place?
May Rend's Rowdy Rhombus live on.
I misunderstood at first! Vote for me for the Regent please.
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awww
I am FIRE.
I burn! Lolz!
That's for getting ressed after me grudge killing you.
DevoutlyApathetic
I'm not sure if he's playing, but he'd make a good regent.
For those poor souls who know him not, I speak of course of His Grace precisionk.
how can you not know he's playing
there's a list of players like, right at the top of this screen
Yes, Retractions are fine, as long as they are before 9:00 PST.
Do you want us to retract actively, or are you just going to use the most recent vote?
can't go wrong with a guy like that
ps: !abstain I'm just messin wichoo Rend
FOR I AM THE GOD-EMPEROR PRECISIONK, MASTER OF DOMAINS AND HEIR TO GREYSKULL.
!vote precisionk
I'll throw my votes out there later.
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You know... becoming the reagent might kill you just as easily as the mob vote. Kings AND reagents have an alarming tendency to die horribly in this particular universe.
!Precisionk
!vote Niceguy Myeye grudge vote because my preferred target is not playing
!Skulk doesn't get any love.
So how is everyone doin' tonight?
I knew I was going to die, but come on.
!Bliss 101 because I'm still pissed about that dynamite :x