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Post by Percy Rivers on Mar 5, 2008 22:20:06 GMT -5
"If you want to join the guard then feel free to do so. Go to the armory and have Watt give you some right proper equipment. Then go the training yard and show us what you can do." Ser Preston Rogers has his right hand on his waist, his left hand rubbed his thick side whiskers, his eyes studied the new arrival, as if appraising him.
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Post by barker520 on Mar 16, 2008 17:47:07 GMT -5
Lewys sloshed through the wet, muddy ground and made his way to the gate of this vast, ancient fortress. Accompanying him was 40 of the more senior and distinguished members of his host of 5,000. He had ordered the others to make camp outside the castle walls, posting sentrys as a precaution. When he was within fifty yards of the gate, a man from the walls yelled something to him....
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Post by barker520 on Mar 17, 2008 8:29:13 GMT -5
Lewys and his closest advisors felt refreshed after the previous night's evening feast and drink they had been treated to by their kind host at Winterfell. They broke their fast in the morning on remnants of the feast was from the night before, still filling and delicious, before bidding farewell to their new friends. The host of 5,000 moved south slowly down the kingsroad.
"Send the order to my brother Jon in the van to pick up the pace. We will move much quicker if the men at the front stop taking their own sweet time." His young squire, a Heatherspoon, nodded eagerly and set off on his horse at a quick pace towards the front of the column. Lewys wiped the wet snow out of his hair, wishing he was back in the Deep Den's great hall, or on the shores of Lannisport, awaiting foes. He lost himself in daydreams. It was mid-day when his young squire returned to him, breathing heavy. "My lord!" he called, handing Lewys a small piece of paper. "A letter. From Jon. It's a letter from your brother, Jon. He said to read at once. My lord."
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Post by barker520 on Mar 17, 2008 14:41:19 GMT -5
ooc: I thought that would be the case with a few people, but I wasn't sure with a host of 5,000. But I'll edit it up top, thanks!
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 5, 2008 1:12:47 GMT -5
Lords Flint, Reeds, and Manderly arrive at Winterfell, each with a small retinue of guardsmen. They inquire as to whether Lord Roose Stark is home.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 5, 2008 14:03:57 GMT -5
informed that Stark is riding South, the three men and their entourages ride hard after him.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Apr 14, 2008 20:37:33 GMT -5
Roose entered into Winterfells courtyard on a blustery winter day. Immediately inquired of the maester. "Report. What is the situation on the Stoney Shore, the Rills and Torrhen's square? What of White Harbour?"
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 14, 2008 21:34:03 GMT -5
"The Rills and Torrhen Square or in revolt milord, their lords and ladies, and their familes are here in refugee." says the Maester nervously, handing over a series of letters, which explain the same. "And Lord Manderly has been heinously killed in White Harbor by some raving lunatics."
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Post by Percy Rivers on Apr 14, 2008 22:10:01 GMT -5
Roose continued up to the Greathall, a pattern of snow falling on his head. He read the letters in his hands. "Who is the new Lord of White Harbour?"
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 15, 2008 11:47:45 GMT -5
"Well, I would suppose it would be Lord Manderly's son milord."
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Post by Percy Rivers on Apr 15, 2008 17:24:15 GMT -5
"A name, what is his name?" Roose asked, almost at the doors to Winterfell's greathall.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Apr 16, 2008 0:46:50 GMT -5
Roose put his hand on the door. "Maester Robert, have parchment and ink here in five minutes." Pushing it open he walked inside.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Apr 17, 2008 10:30:27 GMT -5
Roose took the seat with the carved wolf heads at the end of Winterfell's great hall. "My lords, you have my condolences for the losses you and your families have sustained at the hands of rebel smallfolk. But now is not the time for mourning, but the time for descive action."
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Post by Percy Rivers on Apr 17, 2008 17:25:31 GMT -5
"So now the question is, how many retainers and horsemen did you manage to bring to Winterfell? We must take account of our forces if your people do not back down."
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 17, 2008 17:31:21 GMT -5
"Milord," says Dustin of Barrowton, "I barely escaped with my wife and children. The few men we had who were not killed with my foolish relative Hendry were killed."
Lord Ryswell also speaks, "Only a handful milord, perhaps 50 in all. The small folk had planned their rebellion well. Striking while I was in the South with you."
Lord Tallhart frowned also, "Perhaps 100, twenty of them knights. The smallfolk have risen on mass milord, This no simple thing. They have been emboldened for some reason, although I can not imagine what it might have been." He said coyly.
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Hope you all are well and happy.