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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Sept 18, 2013 13:42:40 GMT -5
"Erm," Lyssandra started to feel perspiration trickle down under her arms, "I would be able to help you. But since you're not interested forget about it. I'm sure the bear island is important."
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Post by Edric Stark on Sept 18, 2013 13:50:58 GMT -5
"I never said I was not interested," said Edric with a wolfish smile. "I might take you up on that offer, who knows. If it still stands, that is."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Sept 18, 2013 14:07:33 GMT -5
"We'll see how the battle goes," Lyssandra looked around. "I think it will go well. I will be fighting with the Lord Hand's force." She looked at him, wondering where he would be but not asking.
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Post by Edric Stark on Sept 18, 2013 14:12:45 GMT -5
Edric leaned back in his chair. "We will be in the right flank. With the Lannisters," he said. "I wonder if it was his brilliant idea to throw wolves and lions together." He shrugged. "I suppose it does not matter.. that much."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Sept 18, 2013 14:24:20 GMT -5
"The Hand must trust you to be able to make up for the lack of strength of the Lannister men," she raised a brow, "That must be it. Putting the weak and the strong together in order to make a balanced force."
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Post by Edric Stark on Sept 18, 2013 14:39:36 GMT -5
Edric was amused by the comment and laughed. "Ah, that must be it. I must admit that some of these arrangements make no sense to me. Then again, I have a lot to learn." He looked down at the table and picked up the dragon piece, studying it. "Now if only we had one of these, huh? Would make all of this irrelevant. Whoever has the dragon wins." He then remembered there were two dragons in the game. "The last remaining dragon, that is," he corrected himself.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Sept 18, 2013 15:06:03 GMT -5
"Some of them do not make sense. Some rush to seek glory or to make a name for their house in battle when we should be focused on winning. It can be a dangerous time when someone feels that they are close to victory, they might make stupid mistakes. But I trust our combined forces to do well, even if some of the assignments may seem strange." She looked down at the piece he had, "I agree. If you count Aenys as one, then we should be the winner of the battle when its all over. Unless they have a dragon of their own they have been hiding."
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Post by Edric Stark on Sept 18, 2013 15:17:22 GMT -5
"He is a real dragon as much as I am a wolf," Edric replied, putting the figure down. "If they had one, well. That would just be unfortunate and potentially lethal." He smiled and stood slowly. "I should go. Good luck to you in the battle."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Sept 18, 2013 15:35:56 GMT -5
Lyssandra nodded in return, simple goodbyes were the best, "I will see you after."
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Post by Edric Stark on Sept 18, 2013 15:37:08 GMT -5
"Or on the other side," he said and left, Havoc on his heels.
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Post by Marie on Sept 18, 2013 20:33:01 GMT -5
Lord Hightower walked through the camp. He had decided to get away from his own men for a bit and stretch his legs so he walked along in his leathers, with his sword at his side and a wineskin in hand. He was curious about the other lords so he found himself straying into new areas of the camp.
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Post by Tallahar on Sept 18, 2013 20:37:02 GMT -5
He came across a trio of men sitting by a fire, one of them turned his head at the sound, "Another man who could not sleep."
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Post by Marie on Sept 18, 2013 20:39:28 GMT -5
"Yes. I was curious, I confess. I've wine if you're interested. From the Arbour." He strode towards the fire with a grin. "I'm Gwayne Hightower."
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Post by Tallahar on Sept 18, 2013 20:41:03 GMT -5
The man extends his hand, "Damin Stark. Wine is always appreciated thank you."
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Post by Marie on Sept 18, 2013 20:43:01 GMT -5
He took a swig of wine them passed it over to Damin. "Stark...hmm. You must be the brother of my former squire, Torrhen, perhaps? Well met. I'd long hoped to meet my squire's kin, but, alas, it never happened. I'm pleased we could set that to rights."
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