Northern Camp

Lord Harold Tully Sworn Sword Posts: 562	Northern Camp Sept 19, 2013 14:54:54 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 19, 2013 14:54:54 GMT -5 A camp within the main Hand's camp that is filled with the Northerners of Wersteros, in the Center is the tent with the Stark Banners waving out front.

Lord Harold Tully Sworn Sword Posts: 562	Northern Camp Sept 19, 2013 14:56:59 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 19, 2013 14:56:59 GMT -5 Harold makes his way to the Stark Pavilion, after getting released from the medical tents he takes a trip to the Northern Camps, in search for his wolf-blooded neighbors.

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	Northern Camp Sept 19, 2013 14:59:39 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Sept 19, 2013 14:59:39 GMT -5 He finds Eirek consulting with his advisers and looking over a map of the area. "Lord Tully," He says when he recognizes Harold, "Welcome. I'm sorry, but should you be up and about, in your condition?"
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

Lord Harold Tully Sworn Sword Posts: 562	Northern Camp Sept 19, 2013 15:03:25 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Lord Harold Tully on Sept 19, 2013 15:03:25 GMT -5 He smiles. "I will be fine, I just can not wield a sword for a few days." He says. "How goes my Northern neighbors, I hope the war is going well for you." He asks.

Flex Most Devout This RPer is Beric. Posts: 9,252	Northern Camp Sept 20, 2013 19:44:13 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Flex on Sept 20, 2013 19:44:13 GMT -5 /////////// The day after the negotiations Ser Damon Lannister arrived at the Northern camp. "I'm here to see Lord Stark," He said to a guard, sounding somewhat unsure of himself.

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	Northern Camp Sept 20, 2013 19:48:32 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Sept 20, 2013 19:48:32 GMT -5 "Oh, are you now?" The guard answers. "And which lordling is it we should say is calling?"
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

Flex Most Devout This RPer is Beric. Posts: 9,252	Northern Camp Sept 20, 2013 19:50:23 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Flex on Sept 20, 2013 19:50:23 GMT -5 "Uh..." He wasn't a lord, so should he really answer? "I am Ser Damon Lannister... Lord Aurane is my father." He nodded to make himself more assured of this fact.

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	Northern Camp Sept 20, 2013 19:55:04 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Sept 20, 2013 19:55:04 GMT -5 "And have you got any proof of that? Certainly haven't got the Lannister look about you."
	Last Edit: Sept 20, 2013 19:57:55 GMT -5 by Erik We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

Flex Most Devout This RPer is Beric. Posts: 9,252	Northern Camp Sept 20, 2013 20:21:13 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Flex on Sept 20, 2013 20:21:13 GMT -5 "I look like my mother," He replied, another nod. He wasn't entirely sure about how to prove who he was until he remembered his father's letter. "Oh... right." He took it out and handed it to the guard.

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Northern Camp Sept 20, 2013 20:30:44 GMT -5

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The guard opened the letter, stared at it for a moment, turned it over, stared at it some more, turned and shouted, "Oy! Tom! Boy's got some writing!"

Another guard - presumably Tom - shuffled over, took the letter, and read it. "Ah. Welcome, Ser Damon. Lord Stark's over that way." He pointed over yonder. "Sincerest apologies for Willie. Hasn't been the same since he took a mace to the skull three islands back. Maester said he only lost a little bit of brain, but I wonder sometimes."

We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

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Northern Camp Sept 20, 2013 20:40:18 GMT -5

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"A bit of... brain..." Damon said, his eyes widening. Probably not real brain... he must be talking metaphors... is that the word?

The young knight nodded and took his writ back, before making his way over to Lord Eirik. He looked every bit the warrior, with broad shoulders and a healthy physique, but even though he had fought in the latest battle there was still something very young about him.

"Lord Stark, I am honoured to meet you."

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	Northern Camp Sept 20, 2013 20:42:58 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Sept 20, 2013 20:42:58 GMT -5 Eirek looked the man up and down. "Yes, of course you are. But I'm not why you're here. Whose idea was it, yours or your father's?"
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

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Northern Camp Sept 20, 2013 20:47:02 GMT -5

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"My father told me about your sister," Damon affirmed. "Well, he said she existed... he's never met her. And I thought it would be nice to be somewhere that is not the West." He set down the bag he was carrying. "I've never seen the North."

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	Northern Camp Sept 20, 2013 20:52:10 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Sept 20, 2013 20:52:10 GMT -5 "Well, we'll fix that soon. First stop, White Harbor, then Winterfell." He gave Damon a hard look for a moment. "Fuck my sister, and the story of the Rat Cook will seem pleasant by comparison. Do we have an understanding?"
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

Flex Most Devout This RPer is Beric. Posts: 9,252	Northern Camp Sept 20, 2013 21:00:56 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Flex on Sept 20, 2013 21:00:56 GMT -5 His father had warned him that the northerners might use more rough language but Damon was more curious about something else. "What's a rat cook?" He asked, evidently not having heard the story.