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Post by Flex on Apr 22, 2008 21:05:36 GMT -5
Beric took the mans hand and shook it. "Beric Dayne. A harpist is it? I find music builds the spirits of men."
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Post by The Smith on Apr 22, 2008 21:47:49 GMT -5
A tall man with flowing golden hair, and a moustache that reached the collar of his shirt. He walks to Beric and bows, "Good Day Ser. I am most pleased to meet you acquantince."
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Post by Flex on Apr 22, 2008 21:49:46 GMT -5
"Greetings to you too." Beric replied. 'Intersting moustache... perhaps I should grow one.' he through as he eyed the man. "I trust you are a man of the sword?"
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Post by The Smith on Apr 22, 2008 21:51:52 GMT -5
"I am. Good ser." He nods and continues, "But better with a lance."
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Post by Flex on Apr 22, 2008 21:55:59 GMT -5
"Ah, the lance; something I have somehow always neglected. However, men experienced with varying forms of weapons is exactly what I am looking for." Beric offered the man the mug of ale. "Might you have any questions?"
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Post by The Smith on Apr 22, 2008 22:02:55 GMT -5
"Are you honorable ser?" Asked the man, his moustache moving with each breath.
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Post by Flex on Apr 22, 2008 22:08:10 GMT -5
'Oh great.' Beric thought. "Honor is one of the many things that comes with being knighted. I follow my liege; am forming this company for them. I have respect for any fellow, worthy man and I am a man of my word." He drained the offered mug himself and set it down. "I do not mean form a mercenary group to ravage villages and murder anyone who gets in my way. I have a, what you may call valiant, purpose."
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Post by The Smith on Apr 22, 2008 22:10:43 GMT -5
The man nodded, "What is your valiant purpose, good sir?"
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Post by Flex on Apr 22, 2008 22:15:03 GMT -5
Almost too quickly he said "To serve my liege." He quickly looked up to Gaharr, who nodded. With the man around him, Beric still felt like a child under the critical eye of his father. "To fight for what they believe in. Do not doubt, I am a man who leads; but ultimately, I serve. The politics do not concern me... I am a man born to fight, whatever battle it may be."
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Post by The Smith on Apr 22, 2008 22:20:14 GMT -5
"What battles have you won, good ser?" the Moustache asked.
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Post by Flex on Apr 22, 2008 22:25:39 GMT -5
"I used to lead the defences against pirates on the coasts of Dorne. They named me 'The Corpse Knight'... not just for my appearance, but for the dead that I left behind. Apart from that I have not fought in too many battles... however I did slay an enemy commander whilst leading a charge in battle once..." Thinking about Dorne made Beri think about Aryanna. He felt uncomfortable and filled himself another mug of mead. "And may I ask, what battles have you fought?"
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Post by The Smith on Apr 22, 2008 22:29:24 GMT -5
"I fought in the war of the Stag and Dragon. And since leaving Westeros I have fought in many battles and skirmishes for different Mercenary companies in these sound blasted lands, good ser." Replied the Moustache.
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Post by Flex on Apr 22, 2008 22:34:24 GMT -5
"Ah, I was still a young boy during that war. However, I cannot doubt your prowess, so I would be proud to have a man like you in my company, if of course you accept."
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Post by The Smith on Apr 22, 2008 22:35:20 GMT -5
The Moustache nodded, "Of course, good Ser."
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Post by Flex on Apr 22, 2008 22:37:06 GMT -5
"In that case, may I know your name... Ser?" Beric was still now sure who exactly he was talking to.
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