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Post by Percy Rivers on Jul 15, 2007 23:55:20 GMT -5
Right on the border between the Stormlands and Dorne Summerhall is a medium sized castle nestled against the last of the Red Mountains. Beautifully constructed it once bore statues of the Targaryen kings and dragons, but is now adorned Baratheon regalia, the largest being a rearing crowned stag on top of the battlements. At the start of the War of the Dragon and Stag it was held by Callen Baratheon's mentor and friend Hodrick Royce, however it is now seemingly deserted.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2007 23:58:34 GMT -5
"Callen," Aranya said, looking around at the crossbows, "This is very interesting."
OOC: To know what's happening, read the Summerhall scenario in The Library.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 16, 2007 0:04:05 GMT -5
OOC: Summerhall, unless it has been rebuilt is mostly ruins.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2007 0:06:18 GMT -5
OOC: Callen rebuilt Summerhall before the war.
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Post by Axell Lannister on Jul 16, 2007 0:07:40 GMT -5
Spear motions to his men to lower their swords. He looks at Aranya as if asking what to do
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2007 0:09:16 GMT -5
Aranya meets Spear's eyes and nods. "We're not Targaryens," she yells up at the garrison. "Do we have fucking dragons on our cloaks, man? Come down here and tell us who you are."
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Post by Percy Rivers on Jul 16, 2007 0:11:50 GMT -5
OOC: Jeeze Crake have you not been paying attention at all. It's mentioned in my character profile and several threads, come on get it together. Kidding of course.
IC: Callen continued holding his hands away from his sword. He glanced at Nealon Spear who looked ready to fight, but shook his head. Spear glared at him for a second, but then nodded and dropped his weapon, the other's followed suit. He looked to Aranya, then winked at her, "good thing I know the castellan."
Looking up to the battlements he yelled, "the Other's take you Hodrick, don't you recognize your own king?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2007 0:14:28 GMT -5
"Hodrick?" Aranya gaped. "Hodrick fucking Royce?"
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Post by Percy Rivers on Jul 16, 2007 0:21:03 GMT -5
"The same wench, and your no king of mine, the last of the Baratheon's died years ago and I won't bend to kiss the arse of any dragon." answered Hodrick.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2007 0:28:51 GMT -5
Aranya smacked Callen's arse. "It doesn't feel scaly, and if it was, I'd know. It's kind of antler-ish, actually."
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Post by Percy Rivers on Jul 16, 2007 0:39:39 GMT -5
Callen threw a look at Aranya before addressing Hodrick, "Hodrick you old codger, what to do before you believe it's me? Perhaps I need to recount the time when I caught you and Lady Tully when I was still at Riverrun, and you tried to tell me you were just sparring."
Hodrick glared down at them and then let out a laugh louder than any others' Callen had ever heard. "It is you m'boy! I don't fucking believe it!" And then looking around to the men he growled, "lower your weapons from His Grace." Hodrick raced down the steps towards Callen and embraced him, clapping his back, such a breach of proticall could be ignored considering this man was practically a father to him.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2007 0:43:35 GMT -5
"Well," said Aranya with a wicked grin. "It seems sparring runs in the family. My father's Ser Edwyn Royce, Lord Breyn's brother, and I spar every night."
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Post by Axell Lannister on Jul 16, 2007 0:49:55 GMT -5
Spear smiled, seeing they were with friends. He hung back, letting Callen and Aranya do the talking.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2007 1:06:54 GMT -5
"How many men do you have?" Aranya asked. "We brought eighty-six with us; together we seem to have more than enough to hold this castle." She rolled her shoulders, relaxing. There would be no need to worry, at least for tonight. Tomorrow would bring worries and problems and questions about neighboring lords, but she didn't want to think of it now.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Jul 16, 2007 21:49:42 GMT -5
Callen and Hodrick talked through the night, each telling their tales in turn. Towards the end, when the sun was rising in the east, and the candle had burned low Hodrick finally asked him, "so what do you plan to do now m'boy, I mean Your Grace?" Callen looked deep into his mentor's eyes. "I mean to fight, to take back what is mine by rights. Westeros has not seen the last of the Storm Kings," he sighed and then gave a weary smile, "for the most part though that's just pretty words, for now I just hope to survive and keep one step ahead of the Targaryens." He sat in deep thought for a moment and then continued speaking, "my hope is to find those lords who might still be loyal to me and to the realm. Westeros cannot survive under the dragon kings, all they bring is madness and death." He would have said more had a guard not announced the presence of armed men at the gates requesting entrance. After questioning the soldier on the nature of the men, their number, and whether or not they had any banners he ordered them to let them enter, but to keep them under close guard.
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Hope you all are well and happy.