Duskendale

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"Vance, you can't. You'll only do yourself injury. Come back inside. I will go, and I have my dogs. You are not duty-bound to hunt him. I am. And you can't ride with that leg."

[Lord Rhodri Arryn]

Vance grunts and whithers in pain. "I ... am sorry, mi'lady."

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"It's all right," she kissed him on the top of his head. Then Perra helped him walk back, and Aranya went and saddled Captain Snow, the charger tossing his head impatiently. The kennelmaster let the hounds out, and then took a horse to ride with her. The hounds crowded around the two horses, eager and excited to be out at this early, dark hour.

Aranya had never looked so grim and angry. She gave the hounds a piece of clothing to sniff, and they darted through the western gate, barking. Aranya and the kennelmaster rode after them.

[Imry Willfyre]

Lord Barclay and his host dock and disembark at Duskendale. Two weeks later they have gathered a thousand more men from the Crownlands-- raising their host size to 6,000.

[Imry Willfyre]

Lord Barclay's host begins a quick march towards Harrenhal to merge with the rest of the King's host.

[Aerys]

The 10 Velaryon warships, under the command of Daemon Velaryon detach themselves from Lord Barclay's fleet and sail back to Driftmark to pick up new troops.

Lord Jaehaerys Velayron's 1,200 men remain at Duskendale to await the new troops.

[Aerys]

The 10 Velaryon warships, under the command of Ser Daemon Velaryon have arrived back at Duskendale with 800 recently-raised troops.

Lord Jaehaerys Velayron's land forces swell to 2,000. Patrols are sent out south and west of the town to scout for any approaching forces from King's Landing.

The 10 warships also remain just outside the port of Duskendale patrolling north and south of the port on the lookout for approaching warships/fleets.

[Aerys]

Half an hour after receiving the summons from his brother, Ser Daemon Velaryon arrived outside his brother's tent.

Ushered in by the guard, Daemon's eyes took a minute to adjust to the gloomy light. The shapeless shadow in front of him materialised into the form of his brother, legs propped on the table while he balanced precariously on the back legs of a chair, arms crossed behind his head, dark eyes boring into his own.

"I know that look" rumbled Daemon. "You want me to do something."

"And our mother used to call you the stupid one of the family" quipped Jaehaerys. "You're correct."

Daemon rolled his eyes.

"Out with it then Jaehaerys. I haven't got all day."

"It has occurred to me that I think we need some sort of representation at Harrenhal. I'm rapidly coming to the conclusion that there seems to be a belief that we are part of Emmon Barclay's forces and will do as he does. I'd like to make it clear that is not the case."

"So I'm to make that clear."

"Your perceptiveness astounds me once again Daemon."

"You aren't that difficult to work out Jaehaerys."

"I'd like you to leave immediately for Harrenhal. Take a body guard of 12 well armed knights, as escort. Horas Blackwood and the Regent are probably the people to talk to...privately. You know how I see the situation before us. Make that clear to them. I give you authority to negotiate in my stead."

"Your wish is my command, brother"

"I know." said Jaehaerys.

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Ser Daemon Velaryon and 12 knights move to Harrenhal flying the Velaryon colours.

[Victarion]

As food from the Reach became scarcer and scarcer the High Septon spent more and more of his time travelling the crownlands, offering the lord's considerable sums for their produce. It was on one of these trips that he stumbled upon the gathering army of Jaeharys. Donnel shakily stepped off his horse, and a novice quickly handed him his cane. On shaky knees the leader of the Faith made his way to the camp. "Hello there good men! May I ask who leads here?" He says cheerfully to the sentries.

[Aerys]

"Lord Jaehaerys Velaryon leads us, the men of Driftmark." replies one of the sentries.

[Victarion]

Donnel nodded slowly, and then suddenly came to himself. "Oh forgive me for not introducing myself, I am Septon Do- I, ah, mean...the High Septon...Baelor-Andalos."

[Aerys]

The sentries knelt, as a knight sporting the sea green and white of the Velaryons approached.

After receiving a short report from one of the sentries, he turned towards the High Septon and knelt.

"Greetings Your Holiness. I am Ser Richard Horpe. With your leave, Your Holiness, we would take you to the Lord Jaehaerys."

[loremaster]

Meanwhile, another priest of a different cloth had arrived, of long red hair and eyes burning with conviction. The red wanderer's fortunes appeared to be in counterpoint to the High Septon's, having gathered a few new followers in the past fortnight.

As they followed him off the boat from Gulltown, he stared at the fortress for a long moment before approaching a sentry. "I am called Pylos the Apostate, and we bring nothing but warm conversation and strong hands for a few chores in exchange for a quick shelter away from the cold."

[Victarion]

Donnel nodded, briefly stopping to talk with one of the sentries. He then followed the knight into the camp, stopping at Jaehary's tent.

[Aerys]

Ser Richard Horpe disappears into the tent and after a momentary delay, he reappears and invites the High Septon to enter.