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Post by The Flint on Mar 6, 2008 22:25:12 GMT -5
Scav began stroding forward out of the ranks, as he sees the big Reach lord wallop the lesser house knight. "OOH Sheeet!" He adds, unhelpfully, as he approaches. He drops to one knee and looks at the dirt while the Lord speaks angrily. When there is a break in the conversation, he speaks.
"Beggin' milords' pardon, I'm Scav of Tin-Ear. That's near Felwood, if you be placing it. It's a one whore town, don't matter to no one. I fell in with some of the hedge knights and free-riders. If'n I can say, The men be thinking we might could sack the bleed'n town, bunch idol worshiping heathen pricks here. Begg'n your lordships pardon, of course."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Mar 6, 2008 22:30:43 GMT -5
Among their numbers also rode a Septon dressed in white, blue and gold. He was flanked by other knights of the Crownlands, including men of House Barclay. He rode forward so that his horse trotted alongside Tallahar's.
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Post by Tallahar on Mar 6, 2008 22:32:37 GMT -5
Tallahar motions and Bane takes away the mans warhammer. He pulls the man up, "Take him away Bane after we have dealt with the city he will trialled."
Tallahar then looks at this Scav, "I don't know if we will. Wait." With that Tallahar rides off with his group of men. Garet the Gallant is left in charge.
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Post by The Flint on Mar 6, 2008 22:35:37 GMT -5
"Oh 'ell." Scav muttered as Tallahar rode off. The man turned instead to the Septon. "Hey Brother! Whats the punishment for a town that done gone all heretic on us? That's written in one of your books ain't it? I bet its a good hard sacking. Ain't it? It oughta be."
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Post by Tallahar on Mar 6, 2008 22:38:01 GMT -5
Garet looked to the man then the Septon he was interested in knowing what a man of the Faith had to say about this.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Mar 6, 2008 22:39:15 GMT -5
"For those who have turned against the Seven, boy? There is only one just punishment, and that is death." His fanaticism seemed to leak out of him. "The only other alternative is to be sent so far away that you can never return. Never return to show your face to the educated noblefolk of Westeros."
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Post by The Flint on Mar 6, 2008 22:43:09 GMT -5
"What about the women? The pretty ones? They needn't die right? Just get a good 'ard sack or two from some of the fellas aught send them running to become Septas and repent their sinful ways right? I think I read that it says that some where."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Mar 6, 2008 22:45:46 GMT -5
The young Septon spoke from within his hooded cloak of white, gold and blue. "The women are not to blame if their husbands made the decisions for them. Otherwise, they may be punished with anything up to death. There are no greater crimes than turning your back on the Seven after you've already sworn to them."
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Post by The Flint on Mar 6, 2008 22:49:23 GMT -5
"And what about us.. you know... uh... valiant types that be risking our necks for a wee bit of plund... I mean, for the glory of the Seven? We get like a one way pass to the great glorious beyond, and... maybe a we bit of material riches here in this life, eh?"
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Mar 6, 2008 22:52:44 GMT -5
The Septon didn't look the young man in his face, but stared straight forward as he said, "The Seven will reward all who fight in their name. But no reward is as great as the love of the Seven." He turned his gaze towards the man again, "Of course this the reward you want?" The Septon's light blonde hair caught the light of the sun.
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Post by The Flint on Mar 6, 2008 22:54:13 GMT -5
"Uh... right. All the seven," Scav said, "... especially the Maiden." he muttered under his breath.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Mar 6, 2008 23:12:37 GMT -5
The Septon smiled wickedly at Scav. "Will someone bring me a handkerchief?", the blonde man said as he lifted a hand to a nose that was starting to bleed.
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Post by House Lefford on Mar 7, 2008 0:19:57 GMT -5
Ser Sarin Blueflowers Shakes his head and sigh wondering why Tallahar just leave up to the Golden Roses instead of hiring these lack-wits.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 10, 2008 8:12:10 GMT -5
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Brandon Stone takes a ship heading to Braavos
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Post by edricdayne on Apr 10, 2008 18:56:03 GMT -5
A letter arrives by raven to Duskendale, and is given to Ser Jon Lydden.
Dear Ser Jon Lydden,
I regret to inform you of your brother's death. Lord Lewys died by poison in Dornish Wine at Sunspear, a dirty trick for Dornish swine. We all mourn his loss, and his body will be returned to the Westerlands as soon as it can be. You are now Lord Lydden, do your best to lead House Lydden in your brother's honor.
Ser Tytos Blackwood,
Kingsguard
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Hope you all are well and happy.