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Post by Imry Willfyre on Apr 13, 2008 12:01:25 GMT -5
The Dornish keep of House Uller.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Apr 13, 2008 12:02:05 GMT -5
Stormlander reinforcements are seen on the horizon, a week after the Battle of Hellholt.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Apr 13, 2008 12:50:39 GMT -5
The reinforcements from Sandstone finally make it to Hellholt. Lord Breck Dondarrion is one of the first to dismount and immediately after doing so he requests an audience with Lord Irwyn.
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Post by Sam on Apr 13, 2008 13:05:43 GMT -5
Ser Grant Connington follows closely on Lord Breck's heels, and Ser Liam shadows them both.
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Post by Tallahar on Apr 13, 2008 14:28:26 GMT -5
Tallahar looks at the keep then rides Haley inside to find a quiet chamber.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Apr 13, 2008 14:38:53 GMT -5
Liam wanders into a training yard at Hellholt looking for someone to fight with.
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Post by Maester Maurin on Apr 13, 2008 14:53:29 GMT -5
Phelan Lannister rides with the Westermmen. He is in pretty dark mood.
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Post by House Lefford on Apr 13, 2008 15:05:01 GMT -5
Lord Daeron Smallwood Rides in with his battered Riverlanders
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Apr 13, 2008 17:02:47 GMT -5
Alexander Irwyn, a bandage on his left arm and leg, stands when Breck enters his Solar at the keep. "Lord Dondarrion, a pleasure to see you," he motions for him to take a seat and then he sits himself.
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Post by mark on Apr 13, 2008 17:05:40 GMT -5
Robb, who has been speaking with Lord Irwyn, rises when the young lord enters but does not say anything. He is weary and sick with grief.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Apr 13, 2008 17:26:38 GMT -5
Breck is obviously exhausted, but tries to hide his weariness as he sets foot in Lord Irwyn's chambers. "Lord Irwyn", he says smiles slightly, "The pleasure is mine". He takes the seat next to Irwyn, and smooths out the creases in his loose dark purple tunic. He then spots Robb Tarly and waves to the Lord of Horn Hill, "Hail, Lord Tarly".
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Apr 13, 2008 17:38:49 GMT -5
"Well its been quite a ride since we were at Wyl together," Alexander starts attempting to gloss over all the tragedy that had fallen, "let us hope that this war is almost finished as it has aged many of us, even myself and Tarly are starting to get grey hairs."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Apr 13, 2008 17:43:04 GMT -5
"For all our sakes, let us pray to the Seven that the war is over." The teenage Lord looks years beyond his age as he says this, wearily looking out through bright eyes at the legendary Bloody Alex.
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Post by mark on Apr 13, 2008 17:45:56 GMT -5
Robb nodded back to Lord Dondarrion. "Well met. I, too, pray that this war is over. I want to go home, and to put my father and brother's bones to rest."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Apr 13, 2008 17:47:46 GMT -5
"And I too. To visit the graves of...of...", Breck trailed off, and there was no way he could finish without bursting into tears.
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