A secret meeting of the conspirators [CLOSED RP]

[ulti]

It was a stormy night, an omen thought Theon as he walked down the muddy street, two of his men next to him. All were wearing plain clothing. They reached the inn, already half full, though only with more of his men, disguised as commoners, and some drinking heavily. As he entered, though all recognized him, nobody moved out of his way, nor regarded him intently. Instead, he sat down at a table. Before long, he was tapped upon the shoulder, and lead down to the cellar, where a more homely and grand set up was to be found. Candles burned, and fires lit the hearths, casting shadows upon the long oak table. Sat to either side of the table head were Asha and Victarian, who had already gone through the actions necessary. As he sat down, Asha commented.

"That cloak becomes you brother."

She chuckles, before Victarian coughs.

"Tell me who we await Brother. I am anxious to get this night done, so I may return to the seas, where we belong."

Still glaring at Asha, Theon answers.

"We await the Lord Swann-Baratheon, the Lord of Stark, the Princes from Dorne. I believe also that the Lords of Lannister and Arynn may join us also, as well as the Lady Redwyne."

OOC: Closed to all but the players from those houses listed in the post.

[Gandalfus]

OOC : time warp after the message since LM isn't on ATM,
IC: A group of ordinary looking people take shelter in a tavern. One is dressed in the garb of a hedge knight, the others merchant, and the last a farmer. They take a seat at the back corner of the room.

[Bonez]

10 men walk into the tavern and take seats, hidden beneath their cloaks are swords and heavy mail.

[ulti]

The barkeep insures all the men who enter are supplied with drinks. After five minutes or so, two men are tapped on their shoulders and led down to the cellar, where a fierce debate is going on between the three about who's ship is better. Luckily, the mens arrival stopped Asha from saying a rather blunt selection of words towards Theon. Instead, she rises.

"Ah, the Lords of Lannister and Stark. Welcome, take a seat. There is a selection of wine from the Arbor if you so wish, or the rougher mead of the Isles."

OOC: I'll just assume that your respective lord were amongst those men

[Gandalfus]

the man dressed as a hedge knight unveils his hood.
Greetings. It is a pleasure to see you all. Lord Theon I presume?
Henry bows his head and takes a mug of mead.

[Bonez]

The man who was lead down to the chamber began,

As close a look alike as I am, the real Lord Stark shall be here in 15 minutes when none of the party return.

[Gandalfus]

Henry grins.
Lord Starks is as cautious as ever I see.

[ulti]

Theon nods.

"Aye. You know my sister, Asha. This is my brother, Victarian, Lord Captain of the Fleet, though captain of a far inferior ship to mine."

He grins at Victarian, who bites back a reply not suitable for present company. Though he hated it, if needed he could play the diplomat. Theon turns back to Henry.

"Our cousin, Dagon, could not make it, though probably for the better. He is a tad... strange."

The three Greyjoys chuckle, then turning to the impersonator, Asha smiles.

"It is good to see Lord Stark exercising some caution, though he need not fear. No servant of the King's shall infiltrate this place."

[Bonez]

The man looks him in the eye,

That he is, trust doesn't go to anyone easy from him...

[Gandalfus]

What exactly did we come here to discuss?

[ulti]

"To discuss what must be done before we strike, and to plan that eventual strike itself. This meeting is to put all conspirators upon the same page."

[Gandalfus]

Henry nods, taking a swig of the mead.
I see. And what page is that?

[ulti]

Theon smiles.

"You shall find out, Lord of Lannister. All in due course."

[Bonez]

As this is happening the sounds of horses can be heard above. The man hears a signal made familiar from years of use,

If you'll excuse me, the Lord Stark is here.

[Adamat]

Some freeriders in ragged clothes enter, yelling about wenches, meat and mead. One of them has a weird little thing... His scabbard is placed on the queer side of his hip, probably meaning the man is left handed. They escort a man who appears to be a merchant. The merchant is also a tad weird; He has a striking resemblance to the King's Hand. To hide it, he wears a dark blue cap with silver rims. The 6 men sit down.

[Lucius Malfoy]

A group of men in commoners clothes arrive at the inn...and moments later, Sigmund walks in, dressed in simple common clothing. He walks into the inn and gestures for his guards to leave. They slowly walk out as Sigmund approaches his fellow conspirators.

I see that we are missing those from House Martell...any news from other conspirators, Lord Theon?

[ulti]

Some freeriders in ragged clothes enter, yelling about wenches, meat and mead. One of them has a weird little thing... His scabbard is placed on the queer side of his hip, probably meaning the man is left handed. They escort a man who appears to be a merchant. The merchant is also a tad weird; He has a striking resemblance to the King's Hand. To hide it, he wears a dark blue cap with silver rims. The 6 men sit down.

After a few moments, the Lord Hand is tapped on the shoulder and brought down to the table. Lady Asha greets him.

"Lord Arynn, I believe. Pleased that you could make it."

A group of men in commoners clothes arrive at the inn...and moments later, Sigmund walks in, dressed in simple common clothing. He walks into the inn and gestures for his guards to leave. They slowly walk out as Sigmund approaches his fellow conspirators.

I see that we are missing those from House Martell...any news from other conspirators, Lord Theon?

Being one of the ones she is closest to here, Lady Asha stands and quickly embraces Sigmund, whilst Theon answers.

"Nay, Lord Swann, the Lady from Redwyne has gone mysteriously quiet I fear. Other than this, all seems to be well."

Four men enter the tavern under heavy trenchcoats. One removes his hood and is revealed to be Prince Cyprien Martell. Two others then remove their hoods and one of those revealed to several members of the meeting is Ser Travers Dayne, Lord-Commander of the Princeguard. Another is an unfamiliar face. The men seat themselves on a corner table facing the rest of the conspirators.

The 4th man shakes off the rain still concealed from the rest. He then grabs the tavern wench and pulls her close to him as he seats himself on a pulled out chair near his companions and sat the wench on his knee. He then removed his hood and to the astonishment of all those around it was the infamous Oberyn Martell, brother of Prince Doran and the famed hero of the Dornish Resistance, particularly for his Battle of the Red Dunes which saw over 10,000 Tyrells perish under the toiling heat of the open sands of Dorne, by his notorious Sand Wraiths (A skilled skirmishing horse archer unit run directly by Prince Oberyn) consisting of only 500 horse archers . Many older faces of those in attendance recognize the face of Prince Oberyn, from the Treaty Agreement between the Late Tyrell King and Prince Doran Martell.

The three, Prince Cyprien, Ser Travers and Lord Oberyn, are led down to the actual meeting table, where they are quietly greeted.

As this is happening the sounds of horses can be heard above. The man hears a signal made familiar from years of use,

If you'll excuse me, the Lord Stark is here.

After the process of identification is done, Lord Stark is led down to the table, his impersonator leaves.

"Lord Stark, glad you made the journey down."

Then, looking over her papers, Asha see's that everyone but Lady Redwyne is present, so begins to proceed.

"My Lords, it cannot be stressed enough that everything said today must not leave this walls. Swear, as I and my brothers will swear, that under pain of slow and agonizing death, you should not reveal the contents of this meeting. I do this not out of distrust milords, but out of necessity for secrecy."

As she finishes, she joins her brothers in swearing before the Drowned God that they would not talk of the meeting to anyone but those present.

[Dance2]

Four men enter the tavern under heavy trenchcoats. One removes his hood and is revealed to be Prince Cyprien Martell. Two others then remove their hoods and one of those revealed to several members of the meeting is Ser Travers Dayne, Lord-Commander of the Princeguard. Another is an unfamiliar face. The men seat themselves on a corner table facing the rest of the conspirators.

The 4th man shakes off the rain still concealed from the rest. He then grabs the tavern wench and pulls her close to him as he seats himself on a pulled out chair near his companions and sat the wench on his knee. He then removed his hood and to the astonishment of all those around it was the infamous Oberyn Martell, brother of Prince Doran and the famed hero of the Dornish Resistance, particularly for his Battle of the Red Dunes which saw over 10,000 Tyrells perish under the toiling heat of the open sands of Dorne, by his notorious Sand Wraiths (A skilled skirmishing horse archer unit run directly by Prince Oberyn) consisting of only 500 horse archers . Many older faces of those in attendance recognize the face of Prince Oberyn, from the Treaty Agreement between the Late Tyrell King and Prince Doran Martell.

[Adamat]

Jon Arryn takes the oath, and seals it with his own blood.

[Gandalfus]

I swear by my life or death, on my honour and my family