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Post by Marie on Aug 5, 2012 17:11:49 GMT -5
Mariya nodded and urged her horse towards the gate.
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Post by Osgar Greyjoy on Aug 6, 2012 21:22:02 GMT -5
/////////// Zach enters the stables and searches for Brandon Royce, or really anyone that may know if he had been through here.
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Post by Tallahar on Aug 7, 2012 22:45:45 GMT -5
Brandon was there caring for one of the horses. The young man seemed happy and content as he unsaddled the trusty horse. On the ground to the side sat a odd set of armour that was the colour of bronze.
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Post by Osgar Greyjoy on Aug 8, 2012 3:47:50 GMT -5
"Brandon!" Zach calls out, excited that Gregor was spot on with where to find Royce. "Are you free tomorrow morning?"
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Post by Tallahar on Aug 8, 2012 4:12:18 GMT -5
Brandon is surprised to hear someone else's voice. Walking over to Zach, "Sure am. Do you have some sort of plan for something to do?"
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Post by Osgar Greyjoy on Aug 8, 2012 17:25:02 GMT -5
"Yes, I have been tasked with making sure The Lord Hand's ships are sea worthy. I need some hands to help me on it and Gregor has agreed to help. I figure we can make this a men of the Vale exercise, and the three of us can handle it." Zach answers.
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Post by Tallahar on Aug 9, 2012 18:15:23 GMT -5
"An excellent idea." Brandon smiles though, "To be honest though I am not very good on the water."
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Post by Osgar Greyjoy on Aug 9, 2012 21:32:24 GMT -5
"Well I hope you don't fall in then!" Zach says with a laugh. "I will see you at the docks, you can head down any time after you break your fast, I'll be there prepping the ship." With that Zach waved goodbye and headed out for the evening.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Aug 12, 2012 19:48:26 GMT -5
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Nym was climbing in the stables, seeing how long she could cling upside down to the roof bar, she got to a minute then started to lose her grip.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 12, 2012 19:51:07 GMT -5
Brice Hightower entered the stables followed by a young dark man.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Aug 12, 2012 19:51:46 GMT -5
Nym gave a soft scream and fell, her grip finally failing.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 12, 2012 19:53:54 GMT -5
Brice looked up and turned snatching her out of the air with one hand.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Aug 12, 2012 19:56:04 GMT -5
Nym had closed her eyes expecting the normal, painful landing and seemed shocked when it didnt come.
"Sorry!" She exclaimed, when she realized she had been caught.
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Post by The Smith on Aug 12, 2012 19:57:05 GMT -5
Brice lowered her to the ground, and grunted, "You are Bernard's lass aren't you?" He looked down at her.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Aug 12, 2012 19:58:49 GMT -5
"Bernard?" Nym asked a little confused for a moment then she realized. "Oh! Yes. I am Nym Beesbury."
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