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Post by sethgreyjoy on Sept 23, 2007 21:20:35 GMT -5
Seth drew back. "What should we do, Barret? Disperse into the trees? An ambush seems like the most likely form of action..."
He unshouldered his bow. "My bow for you, friend." He said.
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Post by syd on Sept 23, 2007 21:36:55 GMT -5
"Seth, stay by my side." Barret turned back to the scout, "Send orders to my rear-guard, flank-guard and van-guard commanders to watch for any enemy attacks. Prepare them to fight. Otherwise, we march forward."
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Sept 23, 2007 22:04:25 GMT -5
Seth simply nodded and reared close to the youth. He had his yew-bow drawn, an arrow notched, his eyes scanning the woods and the road ahead.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 23, 2007 23:14:52 GMT -5
The army marching down the road stops and sets up a defensive screen. No banners fly above the Northmen's army.
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Post by syd on Sept 23, 2007 23:24:35 GMT -5
A messenger is sent to parlay with the army. Even as this occurs, more defensive positions are set up and officers rush around the great host, shouting orders.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 23, 2007 23:27:33 GMT -5
Three men ride out to meet the messenger. All shaggy, and unkempt northmen, but only one rides all the way to met Barret's man. The other two stop just close enough to hear what the men are saying.
"Hail rider. How has a rose blossomed so far in the north?"
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Post by syd on Sept 23, 2007 23:41:21 GMT -5
"Some roses can blossom in the winter. They are roses of the winter, and they call Barret the Cold Rose", the messenger said with a grin. "Who do you serve and to what end?"
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Post by The Smith on Sept 23, 2007 23:46:46 GMT -5
The man laughed, "I serve Grent of Coldhills."
Pointing at one of the men he adds, "That one serves Thand of Skaagos."
And pointing to the last, "He serves Ladion of Windswept."
"And hopefully we don't end right here."
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Post by syd on Sept 23, 2007 23:57:12 GMT -5
"What is your purpose, marching in force? Do you serve the southern King or the dead King?"
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Post by The Smith on Sept 23, 2007 23:59:34 GMT -5
The man laughs, "No"
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Post by syd on Sept 24, 2007 0:06:31 GMT -5
"Who are you marching for?"
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Post by The Smith on Sept 24, 2007 0:12:57 GMT -5
"Ourselves, mate. This war is lost, and we are not hanging around, to be hung." The man turns and shrugs at his companions.
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Post by syd on Sept 24, 2007 0:14:32 GMT -5
"Who did you serve, and why leave them? There is something I am missing here..."
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Post by The Smith on Sept 24, 2007 0:21:46 GMT -5
"Some of us served Lord Cerwyn and some Lord Hornwood, and Some Lord Glover and Some Lord Karstark, but we are done with that. Those lords are dead, or good as. And we do not want any of that shit. So we are leaving." The man nodded.
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Post by syd on Sept 24, 2007 0:25:02 GMT -5
The messenger smiled, "My Lord has plans to build a new city in the North. All men are welcome regardless of who they once stood for. Join in with our host as we make a new day. All men deserve a clean slate."
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Hope you all are well and happy.