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Post by Horas on Jul 10, 2008 22:58:03 GMT -5
A small motte and bailey recently constructed by the newly made Lord Stackspear. It squats on Yronwood lands like an ugly sore.
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Post by Horas on Jul 10, 2008 23:05:07 GMT -5
Lord Antario Yronwood's retinue of five hundred men make a steady pace, reaching Lord Stackspear's Holdfast as the sun begins to dip below the red mountains of Dorne. Antario and his lieutenants make for the holdfast's walls while their army begins making camp.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 10, 2008 23:24:40 GMT -5
The heavy wooden gate is lifted up, and a man in shiny plate, and a crested helm approaches, a Long spear tucked into place by his shoulder. Two knights follow him.
"Lord Yronwood, Welcome to my home." Said Ser Edric Stackspear.
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Post by Horas on Jul 10, 2008 23:34:46 GMT -5
"It's... charming," Antario smiles, then offers his hand. "Tell me, have you heard Qorgyle's latest orders?"
Antario's uncle, Ser Emeros Vaith, rides beside him. He makes no word of greeting, only watching Ser Edric with the air of an eagle studying his prey.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 10, 2008 23:49:11 GMT -5
Edric shook his head, and turned to have the man follow him inside towards his hall.
"Ah... yes. I was instructed to raise two hundred and fifty men, and head to Prince's Pass, where you will be commanding us as we join the Crown against some kind of Foreign invader. I fear, I don't know much about what has happened at Lannisport, but the rumors are blood curdling."
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Post by Horas on Jul 11, 2008 0:07:09 GMT -5
"There is a great hubub about a heretofore unknown foe, some eighty thousand men strong, wearing black masks and speaking in some barbaric tongue," Antario says. "Fearsome, no doubt, but I should not think they shall stand a chance against the combined might of the seven kingdoms, tragic as the fall of Lannisport was."
Antario follows Stackspear into his hall. "I trust you plan to come yourself, Ser Edric? A veteran such as yourself would be highly valued in our campaign."
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 11, 2008 0:10:25 GMT -5
"In truth, I had not intended it Ser... Lord Yronwood. There is still much work to be done here, and I must be on watch against rebels. You remember what happened to Osmund Hillcrest's wife and children. I plan to see to it it does not occur to mine."
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Post by Horas on Jul 11, 2008 0:19:49 GMT -5
"I really must insist," Antario drawls. "By all account the fighting is to occur in the Westerlands. My Dornish scouts are good, but of limited use in terrain they do not know well. You would be a great help."
"If it will help to put your mind at rest, your wife and children are welcome to stay at Yronwood with my sisters while you are away. It is a strong castle, and both the mob and Lord Mintos' rebels would no doubt find it too hard a nut to crack for their liking."
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 11, 2008 0:23:57 GMT -5
"There will be plenty of Westermen to guide you, never fear. As for the Rebels, they found neither Sunspear, nor Lemonwood to difficult a nut to crack, not because of the depth of the walls, but because of who held them." Stackspear said icily, "So I will decline your offer, as well intentioned as I know it was. While you are in no position to insist I do anything Lord Yronwood," Edric leveled a glare at him, "If you would like, I can send a raven to Lord Qorgyle, and see what he says."
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Post by Horas on Jul 11, 2008 0:37:22 GMT -5
"Oh dear," Antario says, in a none too convincing tone of regret, "I did not mean to offend you, Ser. I shall of course not force you to do anything against your will; I had merely wished to honor you with a position of authority in the army."
Antario smiles, showing teeth, then continues as if nothing was amiss. "Shall we eat, my lord? I must admit I am hungry from the day's ride."
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 11, 2008 0:40:01 GMT -5
"By all means, I was about to break bread myself and I would love for you to join me." Stackspear replied, equally unconvincingly. He lead the Dornishman inside the hall, where a small number of men-at-arms were gathered. An attractive woman in her thirties, clearly Edric's wife, sat at the head table, besides two teenage children, a boy and a girl. All apparently waiting for their father to return, before starting the meal.
"Please pull up a chair at a place of honor for our neighbor Lord Yronwood." He said, to a nearby servant.
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Post by Horas on Jul 11, 2008 0:45:24 GMT -5
"Please, Lord Stackspear, introduce me to your family," Antario implores him, "It would be rude for me to sit down at your table without first being properly aquainted."
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 11, 2008 0:50:37 GMT -5
"As you wish. This is my wife Lanna, My son Rollam, and my daughter Alysanne." The wife nodded, the daughter smiled shyly, and the son bore into the Lord of Yronwood with an unhappy smile.
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Post by Horas on Jul 11, 2008 1:00:40 GMT -5
Antario bows courteously to Stackspear's wife and thanks her for her hospitality, then turns to her son. Yronwood meets the young Stackspear's unhappy smile with a warm one of his own. "Well met, Rollam. You must be a squire by now, surely. Will you be accompanying your father's men north?"
To the girl, Antario bends down to kiss her hand, fixing her with a twinkling smile. "I have heard it said there is nothing more beautiful than a western rose, milady, and you give proof to the statement," Antario says gallantly.
Emeros watches his nephew's extravagant gestures, then curtly nods and introduces himself with a few words.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 11, 2008 1:09:36 GMT -5
Alysanne's eyes follow him, but she only accepts the kiss without a word. Rollam shook his head. "I was supposed to go North to apprentice with Ser Rhyin Myatt, but Father says its been too dangerous to travel."
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5