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Qohor
Apr 26, 2008 6:36:21 GMT -5
Post by Flex on Apr 26, 2008 6:36:21 GMT -5
After riding through the hills of Andalos and crossing the Rhoyne, the knight in black and his men finally reach Qohor.
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Qohor
Apr 26, 2008 12:26:36 GMT -5
Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 26, 2008 12:26:36 GMT -5
Hodor rides in the front along with Gaharr and the little man dressed in black.
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Qohor
Apr 26, 2008 13:27:18 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 26, 2008 13:27:18 GMT -5
Mortimer was weary, the cool wind whipping at him. His hardy brown pony was a safe and sure-footed mount, and had seen him through the long ride from Norvos to Qohor. Now he just wanted food and a bed.
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Qohor
Apr 26, 2008 14:01:25 GMT -5
Post by Quenton Baratheon on Apr 26, 2008 14:01:25 GMT -5
As they ride through into the city, Victer eyes the guards with familiarity. Unsullied, braids of human hair wound around their spears.
The embodiment of everything this rabble lacks he thinks to himself. Discipline.
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Qohor
Apr 26, 2008 14:47:00 GMT -5
Post by Lord Howland Royce on Apr 26, 2008 14:47:00 GMT -5
Hodor begins to chant his name, as he's uncomfortable looking at the eunochs
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Qohor
Apr 26, 2008 15:36:05 GMT -5
Post by mark on Apr 26, 2008 15:36:05 GMT -5
The thirteen Westerosi men that had joined the party at Norvos, including Ser Farron Flowers, remained silent and vigilant as they took up quarters in the city.
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