KingMorgan
Deity
The Hymn of Hot and Cold
(A Competition of Chairs)
or
How I betrayed, bribed, backstabbed, sodomized ,murdered and pillaged my way to the Ferrous Stool
How I betrayed, bribed, backstabbed, sodomized ,murdered and pillaged my way to the Ferrous Stool
The mood of the great hall was sombre with an undercurrent of excitement, many minor houses were grouped together whispering and speculating as to what had happened for the small council to gather the interested parties together in for an announcement. A frisson of expectancy ran throught the crowd as KingMorgan Grand Meister of Queens Entry entered the hall from the council chambers behind the magnificent Ferrous Stool. The procession of small council members followed sharp on heels of the respected and indeed, mighty, Grand Meister. Lords Tyrion, Stark, Varys and LittleFinger all jostled for position, each wanting to be the righthand man and to be seen as the prime contender for the rather exclusive job that they knew was now open for interviews!
Hear me, now shouted the Grand Meister over the rumble of speculation that was rolling around the hall. The King has authorized me to conduct the hunt for the truly wicked and false brotherhood that threatens our fair lands, their Gods are the wrong Gods and we must seek out and destroy them before a shadow is cast over all our halls
Immediately a swell of noise rose from the floor as everyone digested the news, they knew what that meant, daily interrogations and good chance to see someone swing (hopefully slowly with much jerking and gasping). Many Lords were pleased and were looking forward to seeing their enemies jump and grind (maybe a twerk or two as well) on the noose of the Kings Justice, perhaps they'd even get lucky and find a Brotherhood member during the bloodletting that was surely to come.
Silence shouted Lord LittleFinger, My Lord Grand Meister has not yet finished A look of appreciation was flashed his way from the Meister. An unruly crowd of social climbers was his worst nightmare, he was of the opinion that he should hang them all and let the Old Gods and the New figure it out, after all he had ravens to send and a 1000 other more preferable tasks he could be doing right now, not to mention that new girl in the brothel that had caught his eye.
We must root out the brotherhood immediately, I will be holding interrogations daily and if the will of the people demands it we will hang our suspects, nominations of suspicious persons will be submitted in Bold and not edited as per the standing orders. The usual rules apply any one breaking them will face my wrath upon the utterance of the last sentence the room darkened and the atmosphere thickened, the Meister was a man of his word and to be feared.
Once the Brotherhood is destroyed and the Kingdom secured we shall name the successor to the Ferrous Stool intoned Lord Varys the Spider. A flicker of annoyance crossed the worn and creased features of the GM. 'you'll need to grow a pair' thought the Meister uncharitably 'if you want to take the crown'.
Lord Eddard Ned Stark cleared his throat looking at the GM, a slight nod from the old man and Ned said House Stark will offer any and all assistance to you m'lord, rooting out these scum. The GM nodded at the northern Lord. As will House Lannister announced Lord Tywin.
The Red Priestess (or Priest)! looked on in amusement, 'these fools' she thought, 'they could never stand against the shadow. Which one of them should she kill first?'
Rules
1. Standard NoTW rules apply.
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2. No talking at night
3. No dead in the thread, bottle it and post in the dead QT
4. 48h day, 24h night
5. Night Orders via PM
6. GM's decision is final, Wrath of GM is active.

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