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Post by barker520 on Mar 12, 2008 20:40:16 GMT -5
Lewys felt the blood surge through him and his heart began to beat furiously when he heard the battle call to his right. He leaned over and offered his hand to the man next to him.
"Luck, brother. Let this be the beginning of House Lydden's rise to fame." He clasped hands furiously with his younger brother, Jon, his closest friend. Jon offered only a laugh in return and, drawing his blade, pushed his midnight-black horse forward, through the trees. Lewys smiled as he struggled to catch up.
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Post by dienekes on Mar 12, 2008 20:43:38 GMT -5
Feld and Ulfor nod to each other, quickly before they charge after Roose Stark and the battlefield. Feld's eyes gleam with mischief and excitement, and Ulfor's were dead.
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Post by House Lefford on Mar 12, 2008 21:28:37 GMT -5
Linus drew his long sword and tightened his grip on his shield, kicking his horse forward he yelled "Come and get some cold steel yah Bastard."
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Post by teffaron on Mar 13, 2008 12:54:29 GMT -5
Teffaron circled back round the knights and their men. He jumped off his horse onto the top of a tree notched his bow and let lose volleys of arrows into the wildlings path.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Mar 13, 2008 18:59:43 GMT -5
Roose held the lance tucked under his arm. His young muscles strained to hold up the heavy piece of wood. At the last moment he saw a surprised wildling before him. His arm went numb with shock as he felt the point of the lance drive into the man's chest.
Dropping the lance he drew his sword, though he was in the fighting he had a small honour guard surrounding him, made up of a few sons of lords. He felt his arm shake, and tried to steady it as he swung the edge of his sword into a dismounted man's face.
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Post by barker520 on Mar 13, 2008 19:05:51 GMT -5
The wildlings were screaming, rushing headlong on foot into the northern army's attack. Surprised, the foremost warriors tried to stop their advance. The ambush worked! The boy Lord's plan fooled them, Lewys thought excitedly, just before he sheared through the enemy's line. He saw the man's face, dark and ruddy, with coarse black hair covering his cheeks, jaws, and neck. He saw a pair of dark eyes opening wide under a pair of thick eyebrows. And then they vanished. His sword had cut down savagely through the man's face, shooting blood and gore in all directions.
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Post by dienekes on Mar 13, 2008 19:06:00 GMT -5
"Steady boy." Feld called at Roose's side, thrusting his lance into the wildlings. "Damn fucking spears." He said giving up. He hurled the spear forward into one of the wildlings, only afterwards realizing that it was a she, and grabbed his sword. "Pretty thing too." He grumbled.
Ulfor silently thrust his spear into the wildlings, silently, disciplined.
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Post by House Lefford on Mar 13, 2008 20:46:37 GMT -5
Linus Hacked and slashed his way through the mass of panicked wildlings. Noticing he was alone he started to make his way towards the banners of the Stark Lord.
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Post by edricdayne on Mar 13, 2008 21:03:44 GMT -5
Hendry Dustin raised his sword and sliced out again, taking joy in the rush of battle.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Mar 13, 2008 22:00:26 GMT -5
Roose looked at the blood on his sword in slight shock. But then he felt the piece of obsidian burn against his skin. Raising his sword above his head. "Havoc! Death! Winterfell!" Then, in the language of the First Men, which he had learned at the Wall he repeated the same.
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Post by edricdayne on Mar 14, 2008 16:15:22 GMT -5
Hendry disappeared as the battle was wrapping up, taking all his 500 men of House Dustin. He told a man to tell Lord Roose he was going back south of the Wall for urgent family matters.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Mar 14, 2008 17:36:03 GMT -5
Roose wiped his blade as he listened to the news of Hendry's departure. "Send a man after him. I have a job I need him to do."
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Post by barker520 on Mar 14, 2008 17:59:30 GMT -5
Lord Lydden, his brother Ser Jon, and the rest of their small group of men, all mounted, rode up towards where the young Lord Stark was conversing with a few of his men under a large tree. Lewys dismounted and walked towards them.
"My lord Stark," he called, while kneeling quickly in the mud, head bowed, before rising again. "May I have a word?"
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Post by Sam on Mar 14, 2008 18:25:33 GMT -5
Ser Tommen Falastur stood with Ser Jon and the other westerners while Lord Lydden went to speak with Lord Stark. He had heard rumors of messages of war, between the West and the Ironborn. One northern noble had already turned and rode south, for some unknown reason.
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Post by barker520 on Mar 14, 2008 18:31:00 GMT -5
Lewys returned to his men. The number had grown quickly while he had been gone, as westerners flocked to the banner of the white badger after hearing rumors that a trip home might be in order.
Jon and Ser Tommen, who was kin to both Lewys's and Jon's newly wed wives, questioned him silently with their eyes as Lewys jumped atop his horse.
"The boy Lord was busy being tended to by his northerners. I left a short letter with his guards stating our purpose and our congratulations on his victory. Give out the orders. We're going home," Lewys declared firmly.
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Hope you all are well and happy.