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Post by Horas on Sept 11, 2008 22:06:55 GMT -5
Once merely a secluded hamlet located at a bend in the Snakewater, Mistgrove has grown into a small but thriving town under the rule of House Norbury. The villagers of Mistgrove survive by farming the fertile soil along the river as well as fishing the river itself. In recent years, their industry has expanded to include the selling of pottery fired from the rich river clay. Mistgrove is also well known for its ferry, as it provides the safest and most convenient way to cross the Snakewater for miles around.
Other notable buildings in Mistgrove include the smithy, the two-story wooden inn, and the squat stone sept.
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Post by Ollie on Sept 12, 2008 0:38:21 GMT -5
From the east, the thunder of hoof beats can be heard. Through the early morning mists, the outlines of five riders can slowly be made out. As the draw closer, their burgandy and black livery can be seen, the three pine tree badge on their breasts borne proudly.
The five reign up outside of town, each with a sword sheathed at his hip. "Make way! Make way for the men of House Belgrave!" the man at the head of their group cries, signaling to slow their mounts to a canter.
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Post by Horas on Sept 12, 2008 0:49:51 GMT -5
The villagers cast apprehensive glances at the Belgrave men and hurry to scurry out of the way -- most have lived in Snakewood long enough to know that nothing good can happen when Norburys meet with Belgraves.
A knight with a white candle on his shield canters his horse towards the Belgrave men, a few men-at-arms in tow.
"What's all the bloody racket about, eh?" the man calls out.
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Post by Ollie on Sept 12, 2008 0:58:22 GMT -5
The leader of the band comes to a stop, his hand resting on the pommel of his longsword. His shield was decorated with two green arrows piercing a skull on grey. "Ser Marrick sent us. Norbury men been fishin' in their portion of the Snakewater, Belgrave wants to make sure Ser Hugh knows his bounds," the hedge knight responded.
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Post by Horas on Sept 12, 2008 1:00:58 GMT -5
"Norbury men fish where they like," the lead Norbury man replies, "There's your answer." He grins, showing a few missing teeth. "Now fuck off."
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Post by Ollie on Sept 12, 2008 1:11:29 GMT -5
"No," the skull and arrows knight grunted, "they don't." Two of the men behind him nudged their horses, sauntering up beside him. "You poxy bastards ain't allowed to fish downriver of the Four Willows Bend, and you fuckin' know it. We see Norbury fishermen there again, and we'll use their cocks for bait."
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Post by Horas on Sept 12, 2008 1:20:46 GMT -5
The candle knight's grin only widens. "Careful what insults you're flinging around there, friend. This is Norbury land. So's all the land from Four Willow's Bend to Gellen's Grove, as it happens. The Belgraves might have had it fifty years ago, but it's ours now, granted straight from old dead Lord Royce himself."
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Post by Ollie on Sept 12, 2008 1:32:26 GMT -5
"Fuck that. Ser Marrick's got the papers all the way from Runestone that says otherwise, so you all can go on and bugger yourself with a rusty pitchfork. Four Willows Bend and downstream is where we start throwing warhammers to the bottom of the river."
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Post by Horas on Sept 12, 2008 1:38:57 GMT -5
"Lay a hand on any of Ser Hugh's men and he'll see you fitted for a noose, you smarmy little bastard. Make sure your master knows the same."
More Norbury men, armed with spears and swords, begin to show up on the scene, watching the trading of insults with hard eyes.
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Post by Ollie on Sept 12, 2008 1:47:44 GMT -5
"Rope collars would fit any of the men fishing in Belgrave lands as well. We'll have a ripe harvest of poacher and thief trees if we see hide or hair of Norbury men."
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Post by Horas on Sept 12, 2008 1:59:09 GMT -5
The candle knight spits on the ground. "You heard what I said, cocksucker. Now, if you haven't run the fuck away before I'm done with this apple, I'll tell Kyle to shoot that horse out from under you."
Kyle nocks an arrow in his bow, and the candle knight produces an apple from a saddle bag and takes a big bite.
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Post by Ollie on Sept 12, 2008 2:07:50 GMT -5
"Order your man to kill the mare, and Ser Belgrave'd be happy to take all the gold from Norbury that you've ever dreamed about slipping between a Pentoshi boy's cheeks," skull and arrows said, crossing his arms across his chest.
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Post by Horas on Sept 12, 2008 2:10:30 GMT -5
The candle knight casually takes another bite from his apple. "What's your name?" he asks.
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Post by Ollie on Sept 12, 2008 2:17:08 GMT -5
"Ser Josep," he replied with a faint nod of his head. "Sepp for short."
A couple of the Belgrave men glance at their speaker from the corner of their eyes, and leave their hands on their swords. "Yours?"
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Post by Horas on Sept 12, 2008 2:24:48 GMT -5
"Ser Wendel Waxshield." Wendel taps the candle on his shield with one mailed fist.
He takes another bite of the apple, chewing it slowly. "Now waving your cock around and pretending to be a big man is all well and good, Sepp, but fact is we've got you ten to one, and I don't much feel like cleaning your blood off these streets today." Another bite of the apple. "Best run along now."
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Hope you all are well and happy.