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Post by Horas on Jul 17, 2008 21:57:27 GMT -5
A common soldier with the sigil of house Yronwood sewn over his breast exits the command tent with a scroll in his hand, barely giving Quinlan a second glance. A short time later, a guard at the tent waves the two brothers inside.
Lord Antario Yronwood sits inside the tent at a table set for three. The tent is otherwise empty save for Lord Yronwood's squire, who stands against one wall, a flagon of wine in his hands.
Antario smiles a viper's smile. "Sit and be welcome, gentlemen," he gestures at the two unoccupied seats. "Your name sounds familiar, Quinlan Sand, but I cannot place you. Have we met?"
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Post by theswede on Jul 18, 2008 3:02:56 GMT -5
Quentyn placed himself in one of the chairs quickly, hoping that it would get him some of the wine that Antario's squire had in his hand.
Quinlan on the other hand didn't move for a while, standing there measuring the young Lord.
"Just briefly, and it was under circumstances where you didn't have time to remember a face. We rode together at Hellholt along with the Stonehawk."
He grew silent for a while, looking of into the distance, before taking a seat too.
"To what do we owe this honor to be in the presence of your lordship?"
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Post by Horas on Jul 18, 2008 3:47:17 GMT -5
Antario turns solemn at the mention of Hellholt. "You know," Yronwood says, "My house has always had something of a rivalry with House Fowler. But some men can transcend that. Say what you will about the politics of Emelia or Tristeza or Qorgyle, but Quentin Fowler was a great man."
The squire moves forward to pour for the three men in the silence. The vintage is a Dornish Red, a good year by the taste. The squire next serves the food, a dish of heavily spiced fowl.
"As to our meeting -- I've been charged with raising an army. And I was quite curious what another group of armed men is doing in the pass."
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Post by theswede on Jul 18, 2008 3:55:37 GMT -5
Quentyn took a sip of wine, more interested in the food and wine than the conversation around him.
"Yes, Dorne lost a great man that day, and his legacy lies in shatter. Though Dorne will prevail, showing that is not just the ironmen that rises again, harder and stronger."
He took his cup and raised it.
"For Dorne and Quentin Fowler"
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Post by Horas on Jul 18, 2008 4:00:41 GMT -5
Antario raises his own cup, then drinks to the toast.
"Interesting you mention the ironborn," Antario says, once his cup is drained and his squire moves to refill it, "I have just recieved a message that our good iron friends here in Dorne are plotting treachery. Lord Qorgyle seems disinclined to act on it. What do you make of that, Quinlan?"
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Post by theswede on Jul 18, 2008 4:24:29 GMT -5
"That the man cares more of his own personal gain than about Dorne, which doesn't suprise me these days. Since the war people have cared more about themselves than about Dorne, which should be their first priority."
He paused and looked at his brother as he burped loudly.
"Quentyn, go and see to your men. I'll be back when I'm finished speaking to Lord Yronwood"
Quentyn shrugged, took a large piece of fowl and left the tent, muttering something about disturbing him in the middle of a meal.
When Antario and himself was alone, Quinlan spoke again.
"The news of the ironmen suprises me not, so what are you going to do about it?"
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Post by Horas on Jul 18, 2008 22:07:17 GMT -5
"My man tells me that Lord Qorgyle requires more proof before he will act. Then again, Ramsey Qorgyle is an old woman, and who knows how long it will take to satisfy him that the Ironborn are truely treacherous?" Antario shakes his head. "I do not know if I can march north in good conscience whilst there are still enemies in Dorne herself. And Starfall, where Dagmer Harlaw sits and dares to call himself lord, is not so far from here..."
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Post by theswede on Jul 19, 2008 1:05:20 GMT -5
"The scorpion has lost it's tail, no doubt about it. The safety of Dorne comes before everything else, at least for me and my Sand Snakes."
He grew silent, rubbing his chin as in thought.
"Do you have any idea of how many men the ironmen have in Starfall? And more important, what are your orders?"
He rose, and walked over to the tent opening and looked out into the camp and awaited Antario's answer.
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Post by Horas on Jul 21, 2008 15:42:42 GMT -5
"They have not yet mobilized their troops, to my knowledge. I would wager they do not have more than five hundred men there, if that." Antario leans back in his chair and takes another drink from his cup. "I am expecting one more report... I believe I shall wait for it before I act. How many men do you have under your command, Quinlan?"
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Post by theswede on Jul 21, 2008 16:39:03 GMT -5
Quinlan turned and looked at the young lord.
"If you don't mind, I would like to keep my numbers to myself, until you've proven that you are an honorable man, but more important, a trustworthy one. But I will give you this, it's not as many as five hundred."
He walked back to the table and took a seat.
"So how long do you think it will take until you get that report?"
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Post by Horas on Jul 21, 2008 21:42:01 GMT -5
Antario raises an eyebrow, but then simply shrugs. "Soon, I should hope."
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Post by theswede on Jul 22, 2008 0:24:17 GMT -5
Quinlan rose and gave a simple bow.
"With your permission, I ask that me and my men are allowed to leave in the morning"
He looked at the man that had become Lord Yronwood after the war.
"We are on the same side, though I will see to it that Dorne will prevail, and that means leaving the rest of Westeros on their own for now. If you decide to move on Starfall, we will meet again. If not, I wish you luck in the coming war against whatever it is they are fighting up there."
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Post by Horas on Jul 22, 2008 1:36:44 GMT -5
Antario nods. "You are not under my command and you may take your men wherever you wish, though you should be welcome if you decide to travel with us."
He takes another sip of his wine, then swishes the cup before him, watching the red liquid swirl. "You shall have to come by Yronwood sometime, Quinlan. I am always interested to discuss matters with men who are interested in the good of Dorne."
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Post by theswede on Jul 22, 2008 4:28:56 GMT -5
"Thank you, Lord Yronwood. I might just take you up on that offer. And to show that I am of good will, I will have my brother stay with you, along with ten of my scouts."
He turned toward the tent opening, and before stepping out, he looked back.
"Until next time, Lord Yronwood"
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Post by theswede on Jul 22, 2008 4:31:59 GMT -5
/ / / / / /
The next morning, Quinlan and his men leave the camp. His brother Quentyn and ten of his men are left, just like Quinlan had promised.
Quentyn walked to the command tent.
"I'm here to speak with Lord Yronwood" he told the guard outside. "And hurry, I'm not used to waiting"
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Hope you all are well and happy.