The Meeting on the Boarder.

[Percy Rivers]

OOC: As I said before they were stationed in the woods for a while. In the Riverlands. Are you telling me the Reach men would have gone in there?

[melon]

OOC: Yea its not your lands so they wouldn't of cared and we are at War.

[The Smith]

Tall if you do not say you scout you do not scout. It is up to you to think about these things. You can not complain if you did not think of it yourself.

[melon]

OOC: Yea good point. But theres things like shifty guards that would be nervous and stuff.

[Fel]

It had all happened so fast, but Cole had felt uneasy the whole time leading up to it, his hand never leaving the hilt of his sword, Thorn. For some reason - as the world span and Cole lay spluttering on the ground - his thoughts travelled back to the moment he had gotten the weapon. Back in King's Landing after the Northern War. Newly knighted, the sword and him were going to go far, famed from the Wall to Oldtown...

Finally he thought of Elya, and their son that he would never see. He hoped the boy would be happy.

And as the last of his life drained out of him, all that was left was the body of some young plain-faced Tyrell knight, lying in a pool of his own blood.

[Horas]

The Blackwood captain enters the tent, blood on his sword. He eyes the dying Lord Fossoway with satisfaction, then turns to Lyas Bolton.

"Lord Horas sends his best regards," the captain says.

[Percy Rivers]

Lyas nods back and then stands over Lord Fossoway. Putting the point over the man's heart he looks down into the Reach lord's eyes. "Say hello to Callen Baratheon for me." He shoved the blade down, and a gasp came from Aaron's chest. Lyas placed his foot his chest and pulled, after which he wiped his blade of Lord Fossoway's cape.

[Horas]

The Blackwood captain nods curtly, then orders his men to ride out. As he leaves, he spies a green-hued blade in the hands of a Tyrell knight. He wrenches the sword from the dead man's grip and leaves.