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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2007 1:33:22 GMT -5
Aranya dismounted from her black stallion and drew her bow, waiting in the dark. When her courser tried to bite her, Aranya kicked him, slung her bow over her shoulder, and climbed halfway up a nearby tree. They waited in silence.
Eventually, they heard a large company of horses coming up the highway through the woods.
OOC: I'll be back in 20 minutes or so.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 28, 2007 1:37:06 GMT -5
Lustrig guarded the base of the tree. Skag Snow would have his head if anything happened to this wench. Why she mattered so much to Snow Lustrig would never understand. Sure, she had a wild sort of draw to her, but there were new women in every village as far as Lustrig the Lance was concerned.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2007 1:43:55 GMT -5
OOC: It seems my 20 minute absence can be delayed for a little while yet.
"Stay away from my horse, Lustrig," Aranya hissed down from the tree. "He hates everyone." She squinted into the dark. "I hear them coming." She sat silently, wondering what on earth Callen would do. She did not know much of Lord Grandison, but was eager to see him and see what he would do.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 28, 2007 1:53:04 GMT -5
OOC: I might as well have Grandison enter the stage then.
IC: Lord Valwert Grandison was riding for Stone's End from Grandview through the narrow gap with his company of knights. It was a peaceful march, however, with no great haste. He was returning to take command in the Redroyce's absence, his duty as Castellan.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2007 1:58:30 GMT -5
OOC: Where oh where is Callen.
Aranya signalled silently, and the trees suddenly bristled with arrows. Forty horses barred the road ahead, their riders armed. Aranya heard cries of alarm and anger from the riders in Grandison's company.
"Where is the king?" Mathis whispered.
Aranya jumped from the tree into her saddle, Lustrig and Mathis mounting beside her, and rode out to the road, where Lord Grandison was trapped. She could hear his knights shouting about outlaws.
She cantered out before the blockade and wheeled her courser around. "We mean you no harm, my lord," she called out in a loud, clear voice. "Throw down your weapons and surrender, and none of you will be hurt. We mean to treat with you, not rob you."
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 28, 2007 2:03:54 GMT -5
"Treat with me? TREAT WITH ME! I'll hang you all, you bandits!" The old man Aranya sees shouting, however, is pinned to the ground by the dead body of his horse.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2007 2:12:53 GMT -5
More arrows flew from the trees, slaying the destriers beneath Grandison's knights. Good horses. Aranya raised her hand, and the arrows stopped. "Enough. My lord, we are not bandits, but as you can see, we are warriors. Surrender now, or we will destroy you. Our numbers are twice that of yours." She could see doubt in the knights' eyes. Let them fear the shadows in the woods. "Will you treat with us now?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2007 2:13:10 GMT -5
OOC: Now I really will have to go for 20 minutes.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 28, 2007 2:17:01 GMT -5
"Show me your faces so I know I'm hanging the right men tomorrow," Lord Valwert grunts.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2007 2:32:24 GMT -5
Ser Hodrick Royce and Callen rode forward beside Aranya.
"Before you is Callen Baratheon, the First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, the Lord of the Six Kingdoms."
OOC: Six doesn't sound right. Damn you, Emelia.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 28, 2007 2:57:54 GMT -5
OOC: Callen said Seven last time. He didn't agree to the Dornish separation...
IC: "King Callen is dead by the hands of Maelys the Monster. Stop spinning tales, woman." Two of Valwert Grandison's retainers are hauling the dead horse off his leg. It is likely broken, but Grandison focuses on the bandits before him.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2007 3:12:06 GMT -5
OOC: Okay, so it's Seven then.
Aranya flipped back her long, dark hair. "If King Callen is dead, then it is as if I have not lived. Maelys failed, my lord. The Blackwater Rush nearly did the lizard's work for him, but the river failed too. Ser Lonas Tyrell, the Knight of Thorns, took a chance at finishing the river's work, but he could too not succeed. Sellswords, pirates, hired hunters...for nearly five years hundreds have tried, but they have all failed. Callen Baratheon lives, and here he is before you."
OOC again: I guess we should wait for Callen to come back.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 28, 2007 3:18:31 GMT -5
OOC: Yeah, that is pretty much his cue. Come talk to Doyle Swann.  |
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Post by Percy Rivers on Jul 28, 2007 12:23:30 GMT -5
Callen dismounted from his horse and made his way down the small hill. He heard the cries of the dying horses and sighed, it was regrettable, but no more regrettable than a man's death. He looked around and smiled, the ambush had been a sucess. He waited as Aranya announced his presence and heard Grandison's reply. Coming out of the shadows he made his way to the downed lord and crouched close to his face. He brought his eyes inches from the old man's face and put his hand on Grandison's shoulder. "Do you recognize me now friend?"
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 28, 2007 12:26:47 GMT -5
"By the gods old and new a ghost walks before me. What in the seven is going on here?" Lord Grandison sputters.
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Hope you all are well and happy.