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Who: Robb Stark & others
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Action: also!
When: Between the 29th of May and the 1st of June

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I wish to know who have been informed about the matters that will occur at the Twins.

You have my thanks.

Signed
Robb Stark

[Blue Fish]
[Robb Stark has been quiet after he has gotten the news from his siblings. Not that he forgot about his duties as head of security, not at all. He just gets up when people are still asleep and he returns when they are awake. The weapons inside the weaponry are always cleaned and so is the floor.

At night he sometimes sneaks out to get a bottle of soda out of the cold box, just so he could drink it until he had to piss and until his tongue would feel numb from all the tingles. Still, Robb is in no way a master in sneaking around. Eventually he will bump into a crewmate and eventually he should have conversations and eventually he would get questions...

Still, most of the time Robb is inside his room, not in a mood to be surrounded by people. Of course, he is sure he finally snaps out of it, like he also managed to stop sobbing over his father’s death to make plans to bring justice to those who caused it. He is also quite positive that he will finally manage to take action. To send letters to those who matter, to pick up his lady mother and throw her out of the window for the sake of her surviving a plunge into the Trident. Mayhaps he could thrust a knife through lord Frey’s twisted heart as some sort of revenge for such a vile scheme.

But for now he likes to spend most of his hours alone.]

[When Robb finds Theon he does not wait until the other would start his idiotic remarks. He approaches him fast with a grim expression on his face. Before Theon can speak Robb takes hold of his collar and shoves him against the wall of the ship.]

Do you wish to be forgiven for your treason, turncloak?

[He hisses the words as he speaks, looking Theon straight in the eyes.
Gods, he hopes the other says yes. And he hopes even more that he can trust him with this. Theon and trust barely go together in one sentence.]

[When he arrives he is rather quiet and he looks quite tired. His hair is a bit more messy than it usual is and it shows that he hasn’t slept well. In his hands he holds a couple of letters, carefully folded and sealed with wax from a candle. Above the seal he has scribbled the weapon of his house.]

Lady Granger... [He rolls his shoulders a little before he points the letters out to her.] ...I need you to...send these to Westeros. With...a spell. The way you explained me earlier. They need to be sent to different places.

[After those words he unfolds the piece of paper that is not a letter. He has drawn a map of Westeros onto it.]

I do not wish to hear about the impossibilities of it all. Unless it will not harm you I want to try. It is of great importance that we try. At the least.

[He would like it that his goodfamily would know of the disgusting pact lord Frey has made with Bolton. And his lady wife needs to be safe as well. And the rest of the North.]

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[Robb is still sniffling and Tyrion’s message doesn’t do much for him. Lannisters should not be trusted. And they lie. He doesn’t feel any pity and, maybe, the only thing he could believe is that the Imp wants his revenge.

But then again, isn’t kinslaying enough revenge then? Didn’t he murder Tywin? Didn’t he told him that when they first spoke?]

Lord Tyrion, I think you have gotten your revenge when you killed him, is it not? For all that he has taken from you, you took his life.

That is kinslaying.

[A small part of Robb can understand it, really. He knows how deep the urge for revenge can go, he has not raised his banners for nothing. But kinslaying is kinslaying and Robb is a stubborn young man who clings to honor.]

She might as well be a Blackfyre. And I have not yet seen her dragons. Mayhaps she can show them to lord Bolton and set him afire afterwards. Who knows what side the North will be on, then, my lord.

[The mental image of Lord Bolton and his leeches burning by dragonfire is kind of amusing and despite the tears that roll down his face Robb smiles.]

[Of course Tyrion wants his revenge - he's owed that. He's owed a lot more but he'll settle for taking everything away from Cersei and Jaime as they have him.

Tysha... even the thought of her makes his blood boil in anger.

One corner of his mouth twists at that, before he types in return.]

That is most of my revenge against my father, yes. But you forget that I have a sister and a brother waiting there for me, and debts I need to fulfill with them.

A crime and a sin, kinslaying. But since I killed my mother at my birth, perhaps that is just my lot in life.

Yet I can still think of worse crimes, than killing my father for trying to kill me.

[Kinslaying, indeed. After your father was executed on a mad boy's whim and his mother slain for a feckless man's pride. Open your eyes, Robb Stark.]

Blackfyre was not a legitimate child born of the line, and we both know that. Beyond that, right now, Robb Stark, the only side the North should be facing is North. The white walkers come and the North has to defend the rest of Westeros. They will need to unite or they will die.

And dragonfire seems the best way to help with that, would you not agree?

[Of course, no man who would look like the Imp would have a pleasant life, even Robb can figure out such a thing. But even then...to resort to kinslaying. Robb cannot help but to disapprove. There were so many other things he could’ve done. And maybe joining the ranks of the dragon woman would have been a wiser decision.]

There are other ways to get revenge, lord Tyrion. If lady Targaryen truly has dragons she would be very willing to burn your father instead, is it not?

[That would make Tyrion less of a kinslayer and more of a man who has suffered injustice.]

And why should she want to come to the North’s aid? In her eyes my lord father is nothing more than a man who condoned the assassination attempt on her and her unborn child. And I do not rule the North in your future.

[To be fair, Robb does not know much about that what lives behind the Wall and he is not sure if Old Nan’s stories reflect the truth either.]

From what I know dragonfire can do a lot of damage. But that is all described inside large tomes.

[Pleasant life, hah. If he hadn't been born a Lannister, his fate would have been murder in the cradle, or worse. Yet as a Lannister he was everyone's favorite jape, a jape they liked even less when he learned how to talk back.

One day, Robb Stark, Tyrion Lannister is going to tell you a tale. Then you see if there was another way.]

Not for what they had done to me -- and I never would have gone to her Majesty if my family had not taught me such a valuable lesson on who to trust. That is the difference between you and I, Lord Stark. You believed in honor and died. I believed in betrayal and I lived.

[Now there was a slight pause.] Perhaps that is because I have taught her different tales of your father. That I told her that you would be good allies - strong allies - in taking back Westeros from my corrupt family.

And perhaps you do not rule the North here - but there are thousands of different universes. Who knows if you do not rule there, instead?

[Tyrion believes Jon Snow. He would think that would be enough for his brother.]

It melts the flesh off a man's bones, as he still stands there and screams.

[That is a bitter, bitter truth. His lord father had always believed in honor and justice and so did he. And Eddard Stark lost his head for something he would never do and he himself was going to die in the future. By lies, by treason, by everything that makes his skin crawl and anger rise.

Why ask for justice when there simply isn’t any justice in this realm?]

I cannot call you a liar for that, lord Tyrion. But then again, I have never thought of lord Bolton as a honorable man. Neither is Ryman Frey. Neither is his lord father. Neither is half of my army. But I wish to be. And if I have to pay for that by death, so will it be.

[This seems an easy message but Robb has absolutely no peace with his death. It angers him and saddens him. And it also feels as if someone has pulled the ground away from underneath him.]

That may be. [And maybe Robb, maybe, you should try to let it slide...] But I have read the words myself. As if the orders for her assassination came from my lord father’s mouth.

[Now that is folly and Robb deadpans through his tears.]

And if I am correct there might be universes where we are all sheep. And one where winter never came. One where we do not exist and others where we do.

That is folly, lord Tyrion.

Aye, so I have read.

[Of course it is a bitter truth - because it is the truth. Honor is all well and good ... when you are not playing the game of thrones. Don't play if you are not going to play to win.]

And that is why you are dead. Do not blame that on me, Robb Stark. Had you played differently - you would have a Frey bride but you would also have King's Landing, and the Iron Throne.

[It's time to stop babying the Starks, it seems. So there they have it.]

She believed what she was told, Robb Stark. As you have. As have many of us in the past. Never believe until you have verified. She has learned the weight of that. Have you?

[A shake of the head.]

We are on a space ship - a space ship - with a pink pony, a vampire, a number of very charming mutants, and the Seven know what else. Folly does not mean what you think it does, anymore.

I do not want that. The Iron Throne or bloody King’s Landing. I want justice for my father and independence for the North. Gods be good, I would never wish to sit on the Iron Throne.

[Would it matter that he confessed to this? His men weren’t here and if lord Frey would get his way he himself would not live long either. A couple of seconds later.]

Wanted. Wanted justice for my father. I should not speak of things as if I can still aim for them while death is waiting for me. [Robb Stark is a bitter young man. He feels awfully powerless and frustrated. And honestly he has no idea what to do first. Protect his siblings? Protect himself? Protect his men? ]

It is your choice to put your trust in the hands of the Targaryen woman, but I do not like to be spoken to as if I were a child. [Well, he still sort of is. And he definitely is behaving like one.] If she has truly learned the weight of that she is either a quick study or you are lying. She has told me this just a moment ago.

[Huffy child is huffy.]

I know of that. We are also the stars of some show.

Well, you could have had that at least if you weren't a damned fool.

[He sighed softly, before he typed again.]

You know, if you take this as a second chance at a life you might not get to have, Robb Stark, you might actually start to see a way out of this that is not ... tinged with despair. Trust me, I have been in this place. I have seen my life fall to ashes before my very eyes. My problem is -- I am still going to be alive to suffer through it.

[Now, he's going to go back to sharpness.]

If you do not want to be treated like a child -- stop acting like it. And she's a quick study, brilliant, in fact.

[He exhaled, deeply, before writing.]

Then stop questioning the folly of it all.

Marrying Jeyne is no mistake to me. Her presence next to me isn’t either. I have made amends with the Freys, so I thought.

[He had ruined absolutely everything. Once he told his lady mother that he had won all battles but lost the war. And it truly was. He truly was the King Who Lost The North. Lord Karstark’s insult held the biggest truth of all.]

It is like that. A second life. [But he does not want it to be. He wants to finish what he started, he does not want to live here celebrating ‘a chance’ while knowing what will await everyone at home.] You may continue your life at the side of your Targaryen allies, here and back home. You may get your revenge. You may get to undo all your bloody mistakes.

Lord Bolton rules the North now and I fear what will happen to my lady mother’s kin, my lady wife.

[And he sits here, with death waiting for him and he wishes he could be more positive. To straighten his shoulders and make the best of it. Tyrion has the right of it, any sane man would agree.]

We float in space to entertain others.

Yes, and look what happened with that.

[Tyrion saw the reports. He saw just about everything, sad to say.]

I will happily do so, and yes, I shall hope to undo some of the mistakes of my past -- but even I have sins I cannot wash away, Robb Stark. Every man has.

But every man realizes that at some point, if he cannot win one way, he can win another. You have brothers and sisters, Robb. They listen to you, they respect your council. You have others here who would bow a knee to you on your own merit, time and time again. You can be a leader or you can be a crippled soul, but I never thought I'd see the day when a Stark let something as petty as death get in the way of taking care of his friends and family.

[Take the pause and ... ]

And wouldn't they just find it entertaining to bring all our monsters here for us to face? Cersei, Joffrey, my father. Lord Bolton, the Freys -- any and all could appear at our doorstep. Don't tell me you are so morose you would not wish to stand and fight them, here and now.

[It takes a little while before Tyrion gets another reply and this time it is not a text one but a voice one.]

I will never abandon my brothers and sisters! [Lets make that clear. And maybe it is just the kick in the butt Robb Stark needs.] And if they come. I will kill them. [He absolutely will.]

And so will you.

[Never doubt that Tyrion Lannister is the master of words, where-ever he might be.]

Then I suggest, unless you plan on becoming a one man army - you look to making the kind of allies who want to kill them as much as you do. Namely myself, and Daenrys.

[Robb wonders what they could do from here. He has no claim on the North while floating in a ship through space and when he will return home he does not have much time left either.

But if they might come here. If these lords of Atroma would send lord Frey, or Roose Bolton.]

If they will arrive here I will accept the alliance.

[That is all Robb can give him at this point.]

But I do not rule the North anymore. All I can do is use the sword I have and keep my siblings safe. Here.

[And it is awfully difficult to be without purpose...]

[That was more than Tyrion expected, honestly.]

Very good.

[His tone is firm.]

But you should not let your sword go idle in the meantime. The lords of Atroma are clearly not on our side. We must remain vigilant, Robb Stark.

[Robb can’t help feeling reluctant about this. It feels more as if he just set one foot in a nest of snakes than that he has done something good.]

Trust me, I will not. [At this point Robb does not mind the part where he had to raise his sword.] They are not. [That is one thing that is sure but yet, if they agree on keeping his siblings safe, he might consider to side with them.]

[Well that is because Robb Stark is an idiot. Tyrion would be the first one to tell him that.]

Then we are in agreement in that, at least. We must keep people safe from them.

[Better not tell him that, Tyrion.]

How impossible that might sound... [He murmurs the words before clearing his throat.] But very well...agreed is agreed. [But what if the lords of Atroma decide to send his siblings away? Back to Westeros? Where he could not protect them?

What if they would use his siblings against him?]

[Tyrion would only call him that after he had knocked him out and tied him up.]

Impossible is something close to what we can expect every single day. [He waved his uarms around.] The lords of Atroma are nothing if not surprising.

I cannot say that that is untrue. [Robb tries to chuckle but it comes out as some sort of growl.] I have to tend to my daily tasks now.

[It feels as if he has walked into a trap with his eyes wide open.]

It was good to have spoken with you, lord Tyrion.

[He nodded his head once, and curtly.]

Very well. We will speak later.

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