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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Mar 23, 2008 5:44:31 GMT -5
"Then lets hope our lords come to an agreement," Patrek said. The words left a bitter taste in his mouth, which he promptly removed with the wine. "Do you have anywhere I can practice with some sort of training weapon. There's no telling how long the lords will take, and I'd hate to stay idle for the gods know how long".
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Post by Aerys on Mar 23, 2008 5:52:36 GMT -5
"We have a makeshift training yard which you can use and if you wish to train, you will be provided with a blunted practice weapon."
Ser Rolland's smile disappeared.
"And while you are in possession of that practice weapon you will be closely observed by three of my knights. You may spar with them, if you please, but only one at a time."
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Mar 23, 2008 5:56:51 GMT -5
"I have no wish to be bludgeoned to a pulp, ser," Patrek grimaces. "Hopefully I will see you soon. Thank you for the wine, Ser Storm, I shall remember your hospitality," he said sincerely and walked to the makeshift training yard where he promptly challenged one of the knights.
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Post by wookie on Mar 23, 2008 6:17:56 GMT -5
Danwell chuckled in black humour behind the bars of their enclosure.
If trouble did come to the camp, he vowed to strangle as many of the Blackwood scum in here with them. He smiled at the thought of it.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Mar 23, 2008 6:31:04 GMT -5
Vardis sat down once they were with the other prisoners. "Some glory I found here in King's Landing," he muttered.
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Post by Aerys on Mar 24, 2008 1:22:16 GMT -5
Lord Velaryon returns from Kings Landing.
Arriving at the camp, he meets with his captains.
Shortly after ravens are sent to Driftmark and Dragonstone.
A party of 50 men, including 20 knights, is sent northwards to where the Driftmark fleet lies offshore with a set of instructions. They and the 500 men sent earlier to rendevous with the fleet are to embark and the fleet is to sail as per instructions.
Ser Rolland with 1,000 men under his command is dispatched northwards along the Duskendale Road. Before leaving Ser Rolland briefs Lord Velaryon about the state of the camp, his observations about the local country especially to the north and the prisoners in the stockade.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Mar 24, 2008 3:59:14 GMT -5
Patrel spotted Lord Velaryon and walk towards him, luckily the booze was out of his system now.
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Post by Aerys on Mar 24, 2008 4:41:36 GMT -5
Lord Velaryon is studying a map of the Crownlands with one of his captains. The Velaryon rolls the map out on a table and points out a number of places to his captain, who nods as he listens to what appear to be instructions.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Mar 24, 2008 4:46:36 GMT -5
"Lord Velaryon," Patrek sais standing near the table, not near enough to be too conspicious if he tries to glean some information from the map.
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Post by Aerys on Mar 24, 2008 4:55:18 GMT -5
Lord Velaryon rolled the map up. He brushed his long silver gold hair back from his face and turned his violet eyes upon the man who addressed him. The man was clearly a knight and as he was wearing Blackwood livery. he had obviously been one of those detained as per his orders to Ser Rolland.
"Yes? Who are you?"
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Mar 24, 2008 4:59:04 GMT -5
"Ser Garret River, m'lord" Patrek said. "Me and three others were on the way to try to get the king out of the rebels hands. It would cause less need for war, the Lord Regent said". Grimacing at the mention of war.
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Post by Aerys on Mar 24, 2008 5:03:45 GMT -5
Lord Velaryon looked at him somewhat incredously.
"Rescuing the king? Just the four of you?
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Mar 24, 2008 5:07:34 GMT -5
"Four people are less suspicous than twenty, m'lord. And we have certain.. talents if you will. It will be more like protecting the King, making sure that he's safe rather than killing everyone in the way. And when the time is right we could rescue the King. His well being is one of our uttermost concerns, m'lord" Patrek said truthfully.
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Post by Aerys on Mar 24, 2008 5:19:49 GMT -5
Lord Velaryon studied Ser Garret's face for some moments. The man began to shift uncomfortably under the steady gaze.
"And it is mine, Ser Garret. As well as being my cousin, the King is the son of one of the few true friends and brothers-in-arms that I ever had. I too have a vested interest in his safety....and most likely more-so than yourself, Horas Blackwood or whoever has him now"
Lord Velaryon looked away for a moment.
When he turned back, he beckoned to a nearby knight who strode forward.
"Bring the companions of Ser Garret here. I would wish to see them."
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Mar 24, 2008 5:24:41 GMT -5
As Vardis, Burt and Ser Danwell Farring are brought to Lord Velaryon. Vardis mutters something about lucky bastards while looking back to where the prisoners are kept.
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Hope you all are well and happy.