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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Jul 22, 2008 21:29:42 GMT -5
The enemies Horn sounds as they make one last charge for the keep at Deep Den. The valiant defenders of the West and Crownlands gather all their strength for one last defense of the keep as their reinforcements march from Lannisport. Will the Smith allow these valiant defenders of Westeros to hold? Or will they all be locked into the Stranger's dark embrace for all eternity?
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Post by Flex on Jul 22, 2008 21:46:07 GMT -5
Staring down at the enemy, Darien felt his heart flutter. He looked around and saw Asha standing next to him, looking as beautiful and dangerous as ever. And for an instant he smiled as the early beams of sunlight shone down upon them. "Asha, if I die today then let me tell you this one last time - I love you with the depth of my heart; The depth of every ocean." Where he would have felt awkward he now only felt pride. This was a day to remember.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 22, 2008 21:49:44 GMT -5
"Darien... this is probably not the right time to tell you this..." She said, staring at her axe, and than at the floor, and finally out at the hordes before them.
"I'm pregnant."
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Post by Flex on Jul 22, 2008 21:53:25 GMT -5
For a moment Darien couldn't say anything, his face a mask of surprise. Then, from somewhere, a smile appeared; One that showed a fierce determination. "All the more reason to survive this hell. A strong child it will be; In battle before it is born!" He took her hand then, just for a moment, and squeezed.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 22, 2008 21:55:35 GMT -5
She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
"We will survive Darien. and your son will be as fierce as his father. I know it."
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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Jul 22, 2008 21:57:50 GMT -5
Templeton stood his post, yards away from the Bastard of the Vale and his woman. His shining half white-steel helm sat atop his head, with light plate armor to match. On this breast, a seven pointed star was engraved, his gauntlets gripping his hand-and-a-half steel sword. From his back, a black half cape with a yellow seven pointed star in the center hung.
From above, a single raindrop fell...
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Post by Flex on Jul 22, 2008 21:59:13 GMT -5
His smile not quavering Darien held her for a moment. "I was hoping for his mothers fierceness, but I guess that will do." Giving her another kiss he stepped away and, facing the enemy, drew his sword. "Let them come. Let them come!"
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Jul 22, 2008 21:59:16 GMT -5
The Lord Hand stands tall in front of the tired men of the West and Crownlands. As the enemies Horn sounds he shouts.
"Men the day has come at last, as I speak an army comes to relieve us from this siege." Alex's voice booms from the ramparts.
"All that stands between us and victory is 30,000 of those ugly lizard men, and while the day may seem bleak I can tell you that I would rather have ten men of Westeros at my side then 50,000 of those fucking reptiles from a far."
"As the enemy approaches I ask that if you have anything or anyone that you love outside these walls that you grab on tight to their memory and fight with every last breath, with every last ounce of strength," Alexander pauses.
"While men will die today. . . none will go without taking at least one hundred of the enemy with them. Let us show these reptiles what real men are made of and push these fuckers right back into the sea from whence they came."
"Mighty Warrior bless us this day as you have blessed us on so many other occasions, fortify our will to resist these invaders, strengthen our arms so that we may deliver powerful blows to weaken their resolve, and give us the courage to fight and die if need be as free men instead as slaves."
"Men of Westeros to the Walls. . .this is your Finest Hour!"
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Post by Flex on Jul 22, 2008 22:02:22 GMT -5
Hearing the Lord Hand's speech, Darien raised his sword high and roared as loudly as he could.
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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Jul 22, 2008 22:05:02 GMT -5
Gawain let his fury rise inside of him, his black eyes set on the black masses in front of him, under the black sky and before the black banners. Like a torch in the night, a fire inside him burned, lighting the black of night.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Jul 22, 2008 22:10:30 GMT -5
"Well on the bright side with that many people in their ranks our archers can't help but hit something" Ser Shelton said to Ser Ramsey.
"Lets hope that stupid contraption of yours works eh Shelton?" Ramsey said as the two readied the archers and crossbowmen on the crown's side of the Keep.
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Post by Bunny-Rabbit on Jul 22, 2008 22:10:58 GMT -5
Cedric laughed at Irwyn's speech. Bending over he seemed to have trouble breathing, his face turning red from the uncontrollable laughter. After a long time, he wiped away his tears and said to his men "If you survive I will owe you. And if you surrender there will be a different kind of debt." He traced his gauntleted finger down the chains of his flail. "Lets kill these fuckers."
Cedric moved to the top of the wall. His steel armor shining with gold and silver ornaments.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Jul 22, 2008 22:27:18 GMT -5
As the black horde approached the walls Alexander stood tall. "Get ready to fend off the ladders men. Keep the fucking ladders off the wall. Crossbows do your worse to the enemy below."
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Post by Flex on Jul 22, 2008 22:28:08 GMT -5
Darien waited silently, his sword ready to severe any heads that might poke over the wall.
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Post by Flex on Jul 22, 2008 22:40:01 GMT -5
The first two men Darien encounters lose their heads pretty swiftly, however then Darien moves back a little as further men advance over the walls.
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Hope you all are well and happy.