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Post by Erik on Sept 11, 2008 22:50:57 GMT -5
A skinny, rough-looking young man in rather dingy clothes wanders his way into town. A longbow is slung across his body, a sword is on his hip, and a quiver full of arrows hangs from his back.
He heads for The Green Adder and takes a seat at the bar.
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Post by Erik on Sept 11, 2008 23:26:12 GMT -5
"Think I'll have me a beer, if you don't mind, mate. And what've you got cookin' back there?" Dannyl sounds cheerful, fishing around in a small bag for some coin.
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Post by Erik on Sept 11, 2008 23:39:56 GMT -5
"You certainly would. Name's Dan," He takes a swig, "Come from some no-account town in the Riverlands, but I've been wanderin' 'bout as long as I can recollect. And I think I'll have the pike, though I can't say I expect it'll be better than what's at home."
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Post by Erik on Sept 11, 2008 23:52:16 GMT -5
Dan gets a bit embarrassed from all the attention. "Now, now, 's just another place, no different'n this one..."
He pulls out a dagger and cuts off a bite of the fish, then pops it into his mouth and chewing it thoughtfully.
"Well, it's a damn fine piece of fish, can't deny all that. But, you understand, 'm not one to say somethin's better'n what my mother made, eh?"
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Post by Erik on Sept 12, 2008 0:09:46 GMT -5
"Well, somewhere to go, innit?" Dan replies with a smile, "Heard there was ta be a tourney 'round here, too, and they's always fun. 'Specially when I win."
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Post by Erik on Sept 12, 2008 0:27:55 GMT -5
"Well, I'd be an archer first and foremost, but I can swing a sword as well as anyone. Who can say, might get lucky and catch one of the good knights unawares. Nobody calls me ser, don't have to bother with pesky ideas like chivalry."
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Post by Erik on Sept 12, 2008 0:57:25 GMT -5
"Indeed. Here's to hoping the lot of you locals can't hit an aurochs at two paces." Dan takes a deep pull from his mug. "Now what's this about trouble brewing? Some Norgraves and Belburies causing a ruckus?"
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Post by Erik on Sept 12, 2008 1:09:55 GMT -5
"Any chance it'll come to blows, you think?"
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Post by Erik on Sept 13, 2008 2:27:35 GMT -5
"Ah." Dan says, grinning, "A young girl or a pretty one?"
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Post by Aerys on Sept 13, 2008 16:58:37 GMT -5
The door to the Green Adder opens and a blonde man swathed in a black mantle enters.
He takes a seat at one of the benches, where he removes his gloves and unclasps his mantle. The man is not wearing armour, but the long sword at his hip indicates that this is a fighting man.
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Post by Aerys on Sept 15, 2008 4:58:56 GMT -5
The new arrival goes up to the bar and orders an ale.
"Greetings." he says to the bartender. "I am Ser Aurane Waters. I seek lodgings for myself and a stable for my horses.
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Post by Aerys on Sept 18, 2008 16:15:03 GMT -5
Ser Aurane nodded his thanks to Lou.
"You seem like a man who knows what's happening around these parts. Any idea whether any of the local lords around here are seeking to hire fighting men?"
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Post by Erik on Sept 18, 2008 19:00:22 GMT -5
"Sounds as though they may all be, friend, but then I just got here myself."
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Post by Aerys on Sept 18, 2008 22:51:58 GMT -5
Ser Aurane nodded.
"Fighting in a tourney is a good way of gaining employment for the likes of me. Hopefully this Lord Lynderly or mayhap someone else will consider taking me on if I can make an impression."
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Post by Ollie on Sept 19, 2008 15:44:41 GMT -5
From the north, the distant murmur and foot beats of an approaching band of men became louder, more pronounced. It was near middday when Ser Belgrave and his noble men arrived. A number of his villagers rushed forward before the party and blew loud trumpets on their horns.
"Make way, for Ser Marrick Belgrave and his brave son, the Pineglory!" the called, marching to the Sunkenwood Castle to treat with Lord Lynderly.
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Hope you all are well and happy.