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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Jul 11, 2008 22:31:47 GMT -5
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A Raven arrives to Deep Den from Kingslanding. The note says only that 10,000 men from the Crownlands are marching to help reinforce Deep Den. The noter requests that the enemy be delayed if at all possible and scouts be sent to help lead the army through the defenses and into the Keep when they arrive.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2008 22:34:57 GMT -5
"Only ten thousand?" Aranya said in dismay after reading it. "That is not nearly enough - but I suppose we must make do."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2008 23:07:56 GMT -5
The forces from Goldentooth arrive, with Cerenna and Lord Lefford riding at the head.
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Jul 11, 2008 23:25:12 GMT -5
Daniel is standing by the gate when a procession of people go by. He asks a gaurd standing watch near him. "Who's that", Daniel inquired,"The one that rides at the head of the column. That's Lord Phillip Lefford," replied the gaurdsman, "he's a great general and the woman beside him is...... I dont know." "Thats Cerenna", Daniel said with a shudder, "she's insane!"
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 12, 2008 3:33:50 GMT -5
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The Westermen spot the scouts of the Crownland Army on the eastern horizon, the banner of the Crowned Stag, The Dead Tree of Irwyn, the Black Horse of the Duskendale Royces, The three red Chevrons of the Rosbys, The Silver Flail of House Thorne, the Lamb of the Stokeworths, and many more pass beneath the gatehouse of Deep Den.
As the last man enters another cry goes up. In the West, along the Gold Road, a thousand fluttering black banners, with the green basilisk on every one. Beneath them, men marching in a perfect unison, tens of thousands of men, armed with long bladed polearms, and curved black bows. Covered from head to toe in shimmering coats of steel plate. Every face a smooth, expressionless mask, as black as dragonglass. Drums beat, and horns blow as the great dark force positions itself into ranks just outside of range from the castle walls.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Jul 12, 2008 9:51:19 GMT -5
Once inside the Keep, Lord Irwyn seeks out Cedric and Aranya Lannister. He orders his men to rest in the hopes that the black invaders will not immediately set to the walls. Even with the terrible sound of the beating drums and the long horn blows, the men of the Crownland are able to collapse out of sheer exhaustion.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 12, 2008 13:23:54 GMT -5
Servants are sent down to invite Lord Irwyn to join Cedric and Aranya in their private dining room.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Jul 12, 2008 17:22:07 GMT -5
Alexander follows the servants to where the Lannister's are dining.
"I hope its okay to be fashionably late," Alexander says bowing to his hosts.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 12, 2008 19:22:35 GMT -5
Cedric smiled, "You got here before the entree, that is an acceptable arrival time. Do not expect much though, servings are small even at the most lavish table now." Servants brought in trays with a small portion of well prepared food.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Jul 12, 2008 19:33:19 GMT -5
"It is okay Cedric, I have gotten quite accustomed to battle rations, my stomach prefers it to the more lavish dishes." Alexander smiles to let him know he means it.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 12, 2008 19:42:55 GMT -5
The servants, who were clearly also warriors laid out the food, and bowed before leaving. "Did you have a pleasant journey Lord Hand? Do you appreciate the view?"
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 12, 2008 22:37:51 GMT -5
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Trumpets blow so loudly that they can be heard even within the depths of the keep.
At the base of the castle, Ten men in black armor and their black masks ride forward. Behind them, black robed men pull some kind of tall wagon with a cloth draped over it. The men are flying a white banner. They form up just outside of arrow range, and seem to be waiting.
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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Jul 12, 2008 22:44:56 GMT -5
As Templeton was meditating the imminent battle atop the battlements, the trumpets are blown and he looks over the side to discover the enemy men under a white banner. 'Their customs and culture are so much like ours,' he thinks, before heading down to the gates, awaiting the others who would no doubt arrive very soon.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 12, 2008 23:22:23 GMT -5
Cedric mounts up and rides out with two men following him, one with a white banner, one with a seven colored banner of peace. He stops just in arrow range and removes his helm.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 12, 2008 23:36:59 GMT -5
The Ten horsemen sit mounted, atop their steeds, to the right of the strange cloth covered wagon.
One of the robed men runs over and kneels beneath the black horsemen in the middle as Cedric and his two knights approach.
As they come to a halt, the man in the middle begins to speak in the slow melodic sing-song language which Cedric had heard from his earlier captive.
The man in the hood at his feet lowers his hood, to reveal an obviously Westerosi face. He was an old man, and showed the signs of much abuse.
"The Grand Viceroy offers you his thanks for presenting yourself before him." The slave translator says.
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Hope you all are well and happy.