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Post by The Gambler on Jul 19, 2016 18:46:23 GMT
The assigned guardsmen ride out of the gates behind him and the assigned landed ride in from their territory to answer the call. Lord Vance is waiting impatiently, as if he had been there for hours, flanked by two of his own household guardsmen.
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Jul 20, 2016 0:18:35 GMT
Edmure arrived to see them off. He approached Lord Roger.
You have Harrenhal's aid Lord Roger. My uncle Jon Blackfort will act as Lord Belric's representative and is in overall command of these men. My cousins Ser Willis and Ser Willem will also accompany and command the knights and guardsmen we have provided. Twenty men.
(OOC: Party should be Jon, Willis, Willem, Jared, 5 extra knights and 11 guardsmen to make it an even twenty in number. I think I said 10 guardsmen originally)
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Post by The Gambler on Jul 20, 2016 2:40:59 GMT
Vance nodded, looking impatiently west as the group gathered.
"I'll bend the knee and swear my sword when we've succeeded, if it's all the same to you."
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Jul 20, 2016 2:52:06 GMT
"I'll inform my brother of that fact." replied Edmure matter-of-factly. He turned to the rest of the group. "May the Gods be with you."
Without another word to Roger he returned to the Hall.
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Jul 20, 2016 18:33:49 GMT
Willis climbed atop his horse, still a fair bit more gingerly than he'd prefer. "Well let's be off, then. Lord Roger, lead the way. Let's go fix this shit, one way or the other."
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jul 22, 2016 17:22:46 GMT
Willem, garbed in plate armour was already beginning to sweat, but resolved that he would rather have a short uncomfortable ride than appear unready when they arrived. He had watched the entirety of the exchanges silently, and continued to say nothing, mounting his horse as Willis did with a grimace from the weight he was forced to put on his toes.
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Aug 13, 2016 23:34:26 GMT
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With the funeral procession, Ethan walks behind, disinterested in the dead squire being born to the castle. This place gave him the fucking creeps. He looked at the burned out towers and men manning the walls. At least Belric was supposed to be some sort of warrior. He might be the type to appreciate an unemployed provocateur. The peasants smelled worse than the horse shit before his feet did. He checked his short sword at his belt and then headed in with the procession. When the lady rose to greet them, he felt his heart sink. Where the fuck was the warrior? Or...hell, what was that on her face? No castellan? What sort of business was going on here? He decided to let the...lady grieve and looked about for someone who could tell him what the hell was going on. He hoped it involved violence.
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Post by The Raven on Aug 14, 2016 0:08:12 GMT
For now, he is allowed to wander under the false impression he is with Lord Shoreham or perhaps the disfigured Florent. One of the castle residents, a woman perhaps in her late twenties, was explaining the banners to her young son who barely reached Ethan's hip. Nearby, an old man with a gardening tool and leaned on his hoe, shaking his head in sadness.
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Aug 14, 2016 0:11:53 GMT
He approaches the gardener for now. "Seems fuckin' empty here," he said. "Thought this castle's supposed to have people in it. And a lord. I saw him once, big guy, likes his sword." He seemed frustrated. Had war already come? Was he late? "Who the hell's that lady runnin' things?"
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Post by The Raven on Aug 14, 2016 0:21:07 GMT
"'Is sister. Dacey. Warrior woman. Like one of 'em Dornish bitches, but without bein' destined for one o' thuh Seven Hells. Lord Belric n' his wife gone to Riverrun to swear 'is oaths. Then 'is brother Edmure left to go deal with some border thing with the Smallwoods over near Atranta. A lot O' the boys say it smells like war, but thuh wife and I are praying we'll stay out of it this time."
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Aug 14, 2016 0:28:03 GMT
Ethan gets a bright smile. Violence! SWEET violence! "Thanks," he said in a perfunctory way. He'd have to hold his nose and deal with the warrior woman. If blood needed spilling he was the man for the job. He skips off to the great hall. He had Lord Bittersteel's grudging recommendation; if nothing else the grim man knew his sister was better having Ethan n sight and not just roaming her lands doing what he wanted. He whistled merrily. Lord Smallwood and Lord Vance wanted blood. After dealing with the binny he'd find a woman who'd fuck for coin. Soon enough he'd find them who'd do it for the mistaken belief it'd save their worthless lives.
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Aug 14, 2016 20:49:20 GMT
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Immediately after getting word of permission from Lady Dacey, Ethan begins the trek to Armistead's Crossing.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Aug 24, 2016 21:33:39 GMT
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9th Day, 3rd Moon
Septon Jared arrived in the early evening. He was tired after his long ride but he had duties which must take priority over rest. To the sentries, he called "It's Septon Jared returning home. I need to speak with Hoster Blackfort as soon as possible."
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Post by The Raven on Aug 30, 2016 21:18:13 GMT
One of the sentries recognizes the holy man and waves him through. "Good to see you, Septon. Hope your journey was safe." Jared was fairly confident this one's name was Brandon and his wife was expecting soon.
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Aug 30, 2016 21:23:26 GMT
"Safe enough," Jared replied. "I rode hard to bring a message home. Brandon, I must see Hoster Blackfort at once. It can't wait, truly. Is our brave castellan at home?"
He sent a quick wordless prayer to the Father Above that the castellan wouldn't be drunk.
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