p dir="ltr" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"Tywin, Lord of casterly rock, smiled. Not a warm smile, a cold, dead one. The Nothern army was being forced back, and their blood was running like rivers. He could see it. Now was the time to rout the force and end that /"Commander!" , he shouted, " take 3,000 men and finish the northern pups."br /The commander nodded, gathered his force and swiftly marched to end the /No sooner had the force reached the field, when the sound of a horn, mighty and deep, bellowed from the sky. Suddenly, the clouds rolled back and an intense light spewed into the Lannister men's eyes. br /The horn sounded once more and hoof beats could be heard. Tywin looked up and for the first time in many years his blood ran cold. Running upon the light as if it were ground came a massive host on winged /They broke the lines,trumpeting and swing their blades in a storm if death and /Disorder spread throughout the ranks, and the northerners rallied. br /Tywin drew his blade: ready to stare down death, only to feel a circle if steel land lightly on his neck and grasp pitifully as it choked him./p
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p dir="ltr" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"Tyrion stood, surrounded by the mysterious men in the shinning armor. By all rights the Lannisters should have won but after the horn sounded the savages around him had fled. Bronn had been killed and now, here he /Leaning out, he put on his best face and politely asked "Why have you kept one so low as I alive so long, I wonder? "br /To which the guards did not deign /After what felt like hours, a different guard came, flashed some papers, and took Tyrion towards the base of operations, where the command had set /The tent was massive, and as he walked in he found the north men kneeling and swearing fealty to a man with black hair and eyes like the sea. br /The man wore an odd style of armor, wrought in gold and bronze, his armor was a breast plate, greaves, and arm guards. The rest of his clothing was leather, made clearly for /As the last Lord left and Tyrion approached, he noticed the blade across the man's knees. Wroght of a strange metal it glowed faintly green. Behind him was his banner: an odd horseshoe between branches both of these shone gold against the purple silk of the /The man wore a somber face that made Tyrion /Putting on a facade if bravery he stared at the man and said, "Who dares hold me hostage?"br /The man slowly rose and in a low, dangerous voice said, "Hold your tongue halfling. I am Lord Perseus, son of Poseidon, king of Greece and Rome, now I'm also lord in the North and West. Casterly Rock, Winterfell, and the Twins now fly my banner. With a single thought I could destroy you-"br /Tyrion cut him off, "then why haven't you?"br /The silence was deafening. Suddenly, Perseus started /"The look on your face!" He exclaimed, "priceless!" br /Tyrion was flabbergasted. Just as he was to voice this Perseus once more spoke, "Tyrion, I kept you alive to help me rescue this 'Eddard Stark'. Loyal and honest men don't deserve cruel deaths. So, I bid you, help me Tyrion. Help me save a good man."/p
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p dir="ltr" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"Tyrion stood, surrounded by the mysterious men in the shinning armor. By all rights the Lannisters should have won but after the horn sounded the savages around him had fled. Bronn had been killed and now, here he /Leaning out, he put on his best face and politely asked "Why have you kept one so low as I alive so long, I wonder? "br /To which the guards did not deign /After what felt like hours, a different guard came, flashed some papers, and took Tyrion towards the base of operations, where the command had set /The tent was massive, and as he walked in he found the north men kneeling and swearing fealty to a man with black hair and eyes like the sea. br /The man wore an odd style of armor, wrought in gold and bronze, his armor was a breast plate, greaves, and arm guards. The rest of his clothing was leather, made clearly for /As the last Lord left and Tyrion approached, he noticed the blade across the man's knees. Wroght of a strange metal it glowed faintly green. Behind him was his banner: an odd horseshoe between branches both of these shone gold against the purple silk of the /The man wore a somber face that made Tyrion /Putting on a facade if bravery he stared at the man and said, "Who dares hold me hostage?"br /The man slowly rose and in a low, dangerous voice said, "Hold your tongue halfling. I am Lord Perseus, son of Poseidon, king of Greece and Rome, now I'm also lord in the North and West. Casterly Rock, Winterfell, and the Twins now fly my banner. With a single thought I could destroy you-"br /Tyrion cut him off, "then why haven't you?"br /The silence was deafening. Suddenly, Perseus started /"The look on your face!" He exclaimed, "priceless!" br /Tyrion was flabbergasted. Just as he was to voice this Perseus once more spoke, "Tyrion, I kept you alive to help me rescue this 'Eddard Stark'. Loyal and honest men don't deserve cruel deaths. So, I bid you, help me Tyrion. Help me save a good man."/p
