Riverrun, Seat of House Tully

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Riverrun,Seat of House Tully

Description of Riverrun

Riverrun is a castle, the ancestral seat of House Tully, held by House Tully for over a thousand years. It's situated in the Riverlands, at the point where the Tumblestone and Red Fork rivers meet. A strong three-sided castle, although not especially large. Riverrun is bordered on two sides by rivers, and on the west a third side fronts on a massive manmade ditch, in time of danger threatens sluice gates can be opened to fill a wide moat and leave the castle surrounded on all three sides by water, turning Riverrun into an island, leave it practically unassailable. The castle has sandstone walls which rise sheer from the water, it's the battlements are crenelated and has arrow loops, The towers command the opposite shores. Inside located a the keep. Properly garrisoned, Riverrun can hold supplies for men and horses for as long as two years, A garrison of two hundred men is larger than Riverrun requires in most circumstances.

[Gandalfus]

You are hereby Cordially invited to attend the feast at casterly rock.
sincerely, Henry Lannister

[Majonga]

OOC: This is a transcript of a in character RP that Clagius and I undertook over MSN.

Stannis Tyrell arrives at the Riverrun's gates

Stannis and his party are met on the Southern bank of the Red Fork, here his identity is ascertained. As soon as Stannis is recognised he is rowed out to the defences. There he is greeted by Ser Brynden Blackfish, fresh from the tournament in King's Landing

Stannis greets the Brynden.

"I have a message to Lord of Riverrun."

Ser Brynden nods. "Welcome to Riverrun lord Stannis, it has been a long time."

Stannis' gruff, blunt manner reminds Brynden of who he is dealing with.

"My brother is indisposed," The Knight says, in fact Hoster Tully had not been seen by any since the Coronation.

"What message do you bring?"

Stannis speaks.

"Message from the King, Ser. I am in hurry to bring it."

Ser Byrnden seems unconfortable,

"I am sorry my lord, but my brother is not taking any visistors. Could the message not be delivered to me, I assure you that I will report it to my brother without fail, on my honour as a knight."

Stannis sighs.

"I do not question your honor, Ser. But I am instructed to deliver it personally to Lord Tully."

Ser Brynden begins to shuffle slightly.

"Very well my Lord. Please wait here."

Ser Brynden disappears inside the keep, leaving Stannis awaiting in the courtyard. The Blackfish is gone for nearly 10 minutes while Stannis waits impatiently outside. At length, Ser Brynden returns, his face grim.

"Very Well my Lord, my brother will see you."

"Very good. Lead the way."

Ser Brynden leads Stannis into the keep, up several cases of stone steps to a great oak door. The Blackfish turns to the Lord of Highgarden and speaks in a hushed tone,

"My lord, I ask of you your complete confidence in this matter. What you see beyond this door must never be uttered outside of this keep. I do not wish to test your honour my lord, but I must have your word."

Stannis now raises an eyebrow.

"You have my word, Ser."

Stannis orders his companions to wait outside.

Ser Brynden turns back to the door and the the Riverrun Gaurds, open the door. Inside is a bedchamber that opens onto a balcony overlooking Riverrun and the confluense of the Tumblestone and Redfork. On a low back couch, Stannis could see a old man reclining, gazing out the vista. Hoster Tully turned his head as Stannis entered.

"Stannis" he said, his voice hoarse...

As Lord Stannis departed, Ser Brynden could barely control his anger.

"Why?" He asked, "how could you so easily agree to this? You know the ramifications of such an action." The Blackfish began to pace, "How could they suspect such a thing." He said, "Its impossible."

Hoster made no move to calm his brother. Watching as he paced.

"We will do as the king requests" he said simply, "I will have a raven drafted to Stevron, he will handle it."

"Have you no honour!" Ser Brynden demmanded.

Hoster sat stone faced,

"You have only been revealed part of the picture Brynden. There is far more at work here."

Ser Brynden turned to Hoster, "Would you turn against me if the King demanded it? Whatever happened to family and duty, whatever happened to honour Hoster."

at that, Hoster exploded.

"Honour? Duty? Family? That is all that I care for! That is all that I have worked for! I do not wish to play this game but I would rather that I did than you, or Catleyn or Lysa. In order to survive there are sacrifices to be made. It is not my wish, but sometimes we must all be moved as pieces. That is the Game of Thrones." The ferocity of Hoster's anger stunned his younger brother.

Hoster's anger quickly subsided into a coughing fit. In a moment of weakness, he nearly tumbled from his couch. Ser Brynden stepped forward to help him, but Hoster waved him away. Weakly he clambered back onto the couch, lying back exhausted from his overexertion.

"You must understand, that there is more at work here." Hoster pleaded. Ser Brynden looked at him harshly.

"I will not stand back and allow you to do this, to turn against your own family." Ser Brynden said, "You Leave me no choice." He took hold of the Tully sigil at his breast, tearing it from the tunic he wore. He threw the torn cloth on the floor, "Family, Honour, Duty" He said.

Hoster stared at him. "You would shed your name? There is only one place for men like that."

Ser Brynden did not answer, instead he marched out the great oak door, slamming it behind him, Leaving Hoster to his thoughts.