Council at Pyke

Posted on Thu Apr 7th, 2022 @ 9:30am by Lord Myles Lannister & Ser Brandon Redwyne & Steffon Lannister & Lord Garth Blackwater & Lord Omer Redwyne & Lord Jorah Farman & Ser Barristan Farman & Garlan Blackwater
Edited on on Thu Apr 7th, 2022 @ 7:30pm

Mission: The Iron Price
Location: Pyke
Timeline: 11th Day of the 13th Moon, 404AC.

Hours later, the sun was setting on the Iron Islands and all the battles of conquest had been fought. They had met very little resistance, since all the major nobility appeared to be at see with the Greyjoy witch. In the cold and salt-tested halls of Pyke, the great lords who had followed Lord Garth to the Iron Islands gathered. The chamber was barely heated by a fire.

"As Lord Redwyne stated earlier, we cannot leave these Isles to a native. Therefore, I believe we'd best leave it under the care of a trustworthy lord from the mainland with a substantial garrison." Garth said, sitting in a freezing stone seat.

Myles Lannister coughed. The wet and cold air of the room was not meant for old men, except those born on the islands. "If Lord Redwyne does not protest, perhaps his son would command the Islands. He has knowledge of the sea and the land. It seems a natural fit." The old man said with another cough.

Brandon looked to his lord father.

"I am sure he would acquit himself well in such a position," Lord Redwyne said, though he did not seem at all happy about this turn of events.

"That is a viable option as I see it." Lord Garth said, coughing himself. "And if the Ironborn returned, would he be able to hold the islands from them?"

"If left with a sufficient garrison," Lord Redwyne answered.

"My lords, allow me to recommend my own son, Ser Barristan, as Ser Brandon's lieutenant," Lord Farman offered. "Houses Redwyne and Farman should well represent both your kingdoms, maintain order in the Iron Islands, and hold off any return of the Ironborn, at least long enough to send a raven for reinforcements. We know the Ironborn well in my House." He didn't say the last in a friendly way.

"It is decided. A host from your two houses along with a retinue from Highgarden should do the trick." Garth said. "They must stay vigilant and keep their eyes on the seas and on the people, lest they be felled by any error."

"We shall, my lord," Ser Barristan said, stepping forward himself for the first time. He looked over to Brandon and grinned.

Brandon blushed at Barristers smile. He turned and nodded to Lord Blackwater. "Of course, my Lord. We are pleased to serve together."

"Reinforcements from Lannisport are available as well." Lord Myles said with a low grunt. he ran his fingers through his beard.

"And from Oldtown," Ser Uthor said.

"With reavers still at large, we shouldn't take too much of our fleets from shore defense," Lord Omer suggested.

"That is true, Lord Omer." Garth said. "Let us leave the fleets of Highgarden and Casterly Rock on standbye, ready to be launched within a few hours. That way, they can be at the call of the Kingdoms to which they belong. Ser Barristan, can you hold the isles with the rest?"

"I believe we can, my lord," Ser Barristan said, glancing to Brandon again.

Brandon redline cleared her throat in an attempt to sound authoritative. "Of course we can. The Islands will not fall." He sounded sure.

Myles slammed his fists on the table. "Good. When do we leave?" He asked with a slight wheeze. The damp air had not been kind to him.

“Now, My Lord. The fleet is on standby, waiting for orders.” Lord Garth said, using his Cain and the armrest of his chair to struggle to his feet. “So let us leave these gloomy isles and keep our health a bit longer.”

Lord Lannister began laughing, which morphed into a wet cough as he stood. This was becoming a more common occurrence in the Westerman's life, mores since arrive in the wet cold atmosphere of the Iron Islands. "Good he said. I can't wait to feel my feel on solid land again." He reached for his son's arm to steady himself. "Have we heard anything from Lord Tully?" He asked.

"Only that he has returned to his home to attend to local matters. An attack by the Ironborn has threatened his hold and those of his fellow bannermen." Garth said, standing himself. "Now, let's get off this moistened rock."