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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 17, 2013 22:11:17 GMT -5
A small camp mostly around the various mechanical Siege Engines is the Riverland Camp, still inside the Lord Hand's Camp, the Tully Pavilion is where Lord Tully works at overseeing the Siege Engines and other Mechanical works of War.
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 17, 2013 22:12:29 GMT -5
Harold is about looking over the works of the siege equipment, testing ropes and metal studs, almost seeming lost in interest as he goes about his work.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Sept 17, 2013 22:36:04 GMT -5
Dressed in light orange and reds Lyssandra strolls through the camp without much to do. She adjusts her head scarf and flips the portion covering her face behind her shoulder. She stands for a moment, watching Tully look over all the contraptions of war. They looked impressive, but she did want to be around long when they were in use for fear of them malfunctioning catastrophically.
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 17, 2013 22:42:40 GMT -5
Tully turns and looks to the woman. He smiled a little and walked over to the woman. "Ah, Princess Lyssandra, it has been a long time, I see you got your wish. The Commander of Dornish Forces, I congratulate you on your success." He smiles.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Sept 17, 2013 22:55:05 GMT -5
"Thank you," she said neutrally. "I did not wish for it, but I can not say that I dislike the position. It is one way that I can help my family." Lyssandra looked over the machines, "These are much bigger pieces than what we played with years ago."
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 17, 2013 22:57:32 GMT -5
"This is true," He nods. "But we are not in a game now, Princess, this is real." He says looking to them. "What brings you to this side of the camps?" He asks her with a smile.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Sept 17, 2013 23:09:55 GMT -5
Figures that when she tried to be lighthearted it failed. "Boredom. You can only drill so much before it becomes a waste of time and resources. I have ordered my fighters to stay cool and relax. They will need all the rest they can get before the next battle."
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 17, 2013 23:14:00 GMT -5
"I know you will treat your men well, Princess, I always knew you were intelligent." He smiles. "Well if you ordered your men to relax, then I take it you are too, would you like something to drink? You look parched." He motions over to the octagon tent. "Besides it will give us some time to catch up."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Sept 17, 2013 23:17:27 GMT -5
"I will join you for a drink, water preferably, with squeezed fruits." She followed where he pointed with her eyes and moved towards the tent. "What did you want to discuss?"
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 17, 2013 23:23:20 GMT -5
"Can't a man speak with an old friend?" He smiles. "I just wanted to know how you were doing, how your life has been, you do not need to be so formal around me Princess, I have grown to old to care about such formalities, though I am glad you are doing well, I missed having an intelligent person to talk too about books and to test my mind." He smiles.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Sept 17, 2013 23:37:41 GMT -5
"This is usually how I talk, I don't mean to be so formal. Being around men dying, pissing, shitting, and telling crude jokes does not leave much room in my mind for formality. It doesn't help us much out here. Besides, when I try to tell a joke, no one gets it." She shrugged. "When the war first started I first went back to Sunspear with the rest of my family. At that time I was still considered just a young girl growing up without much sense in her head. Most 16 year olds are like that so I do not blame anyone for thinking that way." She looked around for a drink and helped herself as she spoke.
"When we Dornish had little in the way of expertise to send into the field after helping support the various armies there were a few half wits that were selected based on their high station, which was a terrible decision but those that stick their noses up people's ass sometimes get their way." She took a drink then found a fruit nearby and crushed it with her hand to flavour her water. She licked her hand of the small trails of juice that rand down her palm. "That is when Ser Alyn Dayne, a seasoned veteran of various campaign abroad was brought to our attention. Crude as he was, and maybe not so reliable, he had experience, and that is what mattered. He was given a small contingent of men, by my insistence."
"I was 17 at that time and also insisted that I went along to the war. "No place for a princess" they said. I told them to shove their shit back up their ass. I was to be a symbol that the Martell's cared for the war so much they would send their dainty disfigured princess to war. Ser Alyn, knowing that it was really me controlling his money purse, listened to me in private. I made some mistakes on the field, but everyone does. It was not as easy as moving pieces across a board. Ser Alyn listened as I commanded and told him what to do. He earned the respect of some Dornishmen. Now I stand here today, Ser Alyn still helps me but the farce of having someone else command is no longer in place. I can show my face without fear, disfigured and burnt as I may be."
"That's a small part of my life over the past 10 years, how about you?" She took a big gulp of her drink.
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 17, 2013 23:48:14 GMT -5
Harold nodded sitting across from her, "I see, did any of what I told you come into practice? I do hope I helped you in some way." He says thinking. "I understand your formality, but trust me, I will treat you like you are."
"When the war started for the Riverlands, we were to aid with men as normal, I was newly Lord, I hardly had any idea what to do, but luckily I had my Uncle helping me. After the first few years I was consulted to look over and improve the siege engines and warships. I made many great improvements, none of which are ever told but to me they are works of art." He smiles looking at one of the rams outside.
"Personally a year ago, my wife died in childbirth, I lost child as well, even after I lost my father I really could not fathom losing two so close to me, I was not even at Riverrun when they died, I was out doing the Hand's work." He lets out a sigh. "But it has been a year so far, and we all grow older with each passing moment." He smiles. "And that was my 10 year adventure."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Sept 17, 2013 23:54:59 GMT -5
Empathy was hard for Lyssandra to express but she did not want to say something that would hurt Tully. She tried to form a reply to be as sympathetic as possible. "That is unfortunate. To be away when family dies, it must have been difficult for you. At least you have made some impression here with your machines and experience."
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 17, 2013 23:59:37 GMT -5
He smiles. "I think so too. And it is, but I am glad that you came by, I did always guess you would lead troops at a young age, you and this Ser Alyn, are married? I assume?" He asks her. Not really sure how the stoic princess would take marriage but he figured he ask to be polite.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Sept 18, 2013 0:07:59 GMT -5
She shook her head, marriage was not something that was forced upon her, and she did not think about it. "No, he is somewhat of a friend. He works for me and knows the boundaries of our relationship. I don't need him much anymore but he is good to go to if I need some quick advice."
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Hope you all are well and happy.