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Post by The Stranger on May 19, 2008 22:44:34 GMT -5
"Very well, stay by my side, and let us not get separated. Ready?"
Without waiting for a response, Ser Osney spurred his horse onward towards the waiting thieves.
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Post by House Dustin on May 19, 2008 22:45:56 GMT -5
Scot spurred in with Ser Osney.
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Post by The Stranger on May 19, 2008 23:39:45 GMT -5
Scot raises his sward above his head as the leader of the brigands falls to his knees. End him! But something stayed his blade... He looked to Ser Osney. "He's beyond a maester's help, and he's never make it to one in any case." Said the Dornishman quietly. "You'd be doing him a courtesy." As if to demonstrate, Ser Osney gestured to the brigand kneeling before him, large spurts of arterial blood spraying from gashes at his thigh and under arm. Osney ran him through.
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Post by House Dustin on May 19, 2008 23:52:58 GMT -5
Scot nodded grimly. "It were a mercy, then."
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Post by The Stranger on May 19, 2008 23:59:54 GMT -5
Ser Osney put down the other brigands and wiped his blade clean on their tattered cloaks, before sheathing it.
"You men there get this cart moved." he said, gesturing to the few camp followers and servants behind him. They set to work, while Osney looked at his wound, and than at Scot's. "You fight well enough when its life or death. You do some killing in the Vale? Against, what are they called? The clans?"
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Post by House Dustin on May 20, 2008 0:05:29 GMT -5
"Yes, Ser Osney." Scot wiped off his own blade. "My father, unlikely Lord of the Vale now, was born a fifth son. He displeased his father by marrying, and was sent to the far reaches and the edge of wilderness deep in the Vale to an obscure holdfast called Tedmyn's Down. It was there I was born, and it was there that I first had to kill a Clansman."
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Post by The Stranger on May 20, 2008 0:20:21 GMT -5
"I understand. I was not exactly next in the line of succession myself.. Until... events changed that."
There was grunting from the servants, and they finally rolled the cart aside.
"Can you ride Royce?"
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Post by House Dustin on May 20, 2008 0:26:37 GMT -5
Scot nodded, "I can, ser."
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Post by The Stranger on May 20, 2008 0:32:26 GMT -5
"Then let us ride, I believe there is an inn not far from here, with several comely wenches who know how to handle a sword cut."
The Knight's entourage now once again ready, Ser Osney mounts, and begins to ride.
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Post by House Dustin on May 20, 2008 9:24:49 GMT -5
Scot follows his new master. For a while his mind was on how much easier killing got the more he did it. After a while, the jittery post-fight feeling left him and he was left with a deep throbbing pain in his wound.
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Post by The Stranger on May 20, 2008 11:07:09 GMT -5
After a short time the knight and his squire arrived at a small Inn called "Out of the Woods Yet."
"Book us a set of rooms, and get feed and stabling for the horses." Ser Osney said, as he dismounted and surveyed the small Inn and its surroundings.
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Post by House Dustin on May 20, 2008 22:44:51 GMT -5
Scot set about his assigned tasks, getting the Dornishman one of the better room, and himself a small one. He dickered with the innkeep before accepting the deal and then joined Ser Osney in the common room.
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Post by The Stranger on May 20, 2008 22:50:04 GMT -5
Ser Osney nodded as the arrangements were explain, "Fine, sounds fine." A buxom wench came by and brought to wine glasses and a skin, winking at Scot as she curtsied and went back to the barkeep.
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Post by House Dustin on May 20, 2008 22:52:36 GMT -5
A flush creeped into the lower half of Scot's cheeks at the attention. He poured a bit of wine into each glass, the knight's first. After that chore was done Scot drank deeply from the glass and sighed heavily.
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Post by The Stranger on May 20, 2008 22:53:32 GMT -5
Osney drank the wine and frowned. "Well it's certainly not Dornish, but it will do. You ever been to Dorne Royce? I know you're brother the Lord Hand was there for a time. Did you go with him?"
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