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Post by Vhagar on Apr 21, 2014 8:00:26 GMT -5
When Brandon left, the man who had been talking to him rounded on his sobbing companions in imprisonment. "Oh, shut your mouths, you blubbering fools!" He then subsided into silence and seemed to be praying to Vermithor. But the Ormollen remained silent, as if turned to stone. The man who had been lover to the dead Ormollen sobbed out his grief and the other man wept and begged the guards to let them go free.
The guards did not answer.
OOC - let me know if you kill them or send them back to their homes to commit suicide
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Apr 21, 2014 14:03:47 GMT -5
OOC: That isn't up to me, that's up to Aegon.
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Post by Horas on Apr 21, 2014 20:39:01 GMT -5
The negotiations and threats were left in the able hands of the Lord Commander, but Aegon thought he should meet these men if he was to sentence them to die. He had never felt a kinship with the cold culture of the North as he had with the Andals, but the northmen had one thing right -- a lord should look into the eyes of someone he would kill. An execution had to have weight. The only other alternative was to be the type of man his father was.
Aegon walked before the cells, surveying those inside. "Do you know who I am?" he asked.
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Post by Vhagar on Apr 22, 2014 13:05:58 GMT -5
The man who had tried his best to keep his calm speaking to Brandon met the prince's gaze. "You are the dragon prince," he said. "I recall seeing you when you came to Lys before."
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Post by Horas on Apr 22, 2014 13:15:52 GMT -5
"Did you try to have me killed?" Aegon asked simply. Even as close as he came to death, it was hard to take it personally. A queer thing, to become used to men trying to kill you, but there it was.
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Post by Vhagar on Apr 22, 2014 13:37:08 GMT -5
"The new Magister Ormollen" he gestured at the silent man beside him "and his associate, the late Magister Forellin, compelled me to contribute funds to their plot which was indeed intended to kill you. They likewise coerced my companion into assisting them." He indicated the man who had owed money to the Ormollens. "I have already explained the reasons why to your white knight. Unlike the Ormollens and Forellins, I would bear you no particular ill will beyond the fact that your dragons killed people of Lys during your hasty departure. Unfortunately for me, my family had been done a particular service by the Ormollens in the past, and I was thus obliged to assist them in their own venture. You may be sure they demanded my participation before they told me what the funds were required for."
The man who had been Ormollen's lover cried "I was glad to help them try to kill you, dragonspawn. I wish you were dead, like my love."
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Post by Horas on Apr 22, 2014 13:46:13 GMT -5
Aegon examined the men before him. "That you merely provided the money is no defense, Magister. I accept your confessions and judge that the penalty for attempted murder is death. So long as your women and children never plot against me, they have nothing to fear from my account. If you have last requests, I will hear them now."
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Post by Vhagar on Apr 22, 2014 14:04:09 GMT -5
None of them had any lasts requests to make. But the new Magister Ormollen looked Aegon right in the face and said scathingly "Go to hell."
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Post by Horas on Apr 22, 2014 14:11:13 GMT -5
"I am well on my way already, Magister." Aegon gestured his guards forward, and each of the magisters was forced to kneel and executed swiftly. After, Aegon commanded the bodies wrapped in cloth and sent back to the men's families for whatever funerals their foreign customs demanded.
He thanked the Volantene commander personally afterwards, then mounted Glutton for the flight back to Volantis.
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too