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Post by edricdayne on Dec 2, 2007 19:49:12 GMT -5
Ser Jacelyn Reyne, Ser Oswell Teague, and Ser Harwyn Toyne all arrive at Stoney Sept. The four Hedge Knights go to the Inn called The Drunk Sword and order drinks.
"Three mugs of ale bartender."
"So, what are we going to do from here?" Harwyn asked.
"We're recruiting Hedge Knights to make a Sellsword Company. Remember?" Jacelyn said, almost aggravated. Ser Oswell rolled his eyes, looking around the room. "Doesn't seem to be any good prospects here, does there?"
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Post by swammeyjoe on Dec 2, 2007 19:52:45 GMT -5
Another Hedge Knight, by the name of Dogget, is sitting in a corner, sipping an ale while chatting with one of the comely serving wenches.
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Post by melon on Dec 2, 2007 19:54:22 GMT -5
Safar heard the three behind him, "So you making a Sellsword company. Can I join."
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Post by swammeyjoe on Dec 2, 2007 19:56:10 GMT -5
Dogget, interest peaked by the other man's conversation, wanders over. "I'm interested."
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Post by edricdayne on Dec 2, 2007 20:00:33 GMT -5
Ser Jacelyn laughs. "So, think you've got what it takes to be in a Sellsword company?" Ser Oswell rolls his eyes, and Ser Hawyn says "So, you're interested 'eh? How do we know you can be trusted, or that you are even serious about it?"
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Post by melon on Dec 2, 2007 20:01:36 GMT -5
"I'll fight one of you three for a place in. I'm Safar 'The Strong' of House Strong."
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Post by swammeyjoe on Dec 2, 2007 20:04:25 GMT -5
He nods calmly to the other men, "Ser Marten Dogget. I reckon I could take my fair share of combat, and I need work."
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Post by edricdayne on Dec 2, 2007 20:04:30 GMT -5
Ser Harwyn stands up. "Ok, you can fight me. Live steel, fight to first blood. No lethal hits, or you're dead. Got it?" The three walk outside, and prepare to battle.
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Post by melon on Dec 2, 2007 20:06:45 GMT -5
"Quick isn't he." Safar stands and walks outside with his sword.
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Post by swammeyjoe on Dec 2, 2007 20:08:18 GMT -5
Marten glances at Strong as he walks outside, "Indeed."
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Post by Horas on Dec 2, 2007 21:33:45 GMT -5
Another man sits by himself in the Drunken Sword, though he looks up at the mention of a sellsword company. He rises and follows the hedge knights outside. Crossed over his back are a longaxe and a fishing pole.
"Need another man?" the newcomer asks, his voice slightly tinted with the accent of one nobly born.
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Post by melon on Dec 2, 2007 22:02:17 GMT -5
As Safar is loosening his shoulder he sees the other man, " Well ask one of those three. There's three of them and three of us so guess it could be a group match."
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Post by edricdayne on Dec 2, 2007 22:13:39 GMT -5
Ser Jacelyn looks over at the man. "Well, you would like to join? State your name, you'll be facing me."
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Post by melon on Dec 2, 2007 22:17:21 GMT -5
"There you go Ser you get to fight his ass." Safar turns and picks up his sword.
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Post by Horas on Dec 2, 2007 22:19:25 GMT -5
"Ser Ivan," the man says, not offering a last name. "Yourself?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.