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Post by Tytos on Sept 12, 2008 15:53:02 GMT -5
Rafford came out of the treeline and onto the road, carrying a small doe carcass across his shoulders. He was surprised to see Ser Marten Belgrave traveling down the road, but greeted the fellow woodsman.
"Hail, Garen. How fare you?" He yelled out to him, drawing closer. He bowed his head as he approached the men. "Forgive me, Ser Belgrave, I would bow, but I am carrying this carcass."
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Post by Tallahar on Sept 12, 2008 15:55:32 GMT -5
Geran nods at the Hunter, "I am well."
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Post by Ollie on Sept 12, 2008 16:12:10 GMT -5
"No need to bow, Rafford. Though, if that were a Norbury carcass you were carrying, I might be incline to bow to you," Ser Marten jested, cracking a grin.
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Post by Tallahar on Sept 12, 2008 16:14:10 GMT -5
Geran lowered his head and walked on allowing the Hunter and Ser Marten to talk.
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Post by Tytos on Sept 12, 2008 16:14:54 GMT -5
Rafford laughed, readjusting the carcass on his shoulders. " And I would enjoy running a Norbury through, Ser, but I don't think you would enjoy eatin' one fer yer dinner." Rafford said laughing. "I would think they'd be pretty bad meat."
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Post by Ollie on Sept 12, 2008 16:21:48 GMT -5
"Rotten, to be sure," he said with a roguish wink, before kicking his mount into a trot towards the Pinekeep, leaving the woodsman and the forester behind.
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Post by Tytos on Sept 12, 2008 20:53:19 GMT -5
Rafford watched in interest as a stranger rode into the town square, and was delighted to hear about the tourney. "Finally, a chance to prove my skill and outclass those Norburys!" He said to nobody in particular.
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Post by Ollie on Sept 12, 2008 21:17:20 GMT -5
Ser Marrick Belgrave limped out to meet the Lynderly crier, heavily favoring his right leg. He was dressed in warm black linens and leathers, accented with forest green. A small pinetree clasp held his large, burgundy cape well in place, the great thing fluttering in the midday breeze.
"Noble knights you will find aplenty here, messenger! Noble knights and strong men, brave enough, strong enough to test their mettle in Lord Lynderly's tourney. Aye, and win it too!" he shouted, loud enough so that the villagers gathered could hear. Ser Marrick had passed his raven hair on to his son, though storm-cloud grey had begun to spread from his temples. Where his son was comely and handsome, Ser Marrick was roughly hewn and fierce, with a sharp lantern nose.
"My proud son, Ser Marten the Pineglory himself, shall fight on in the noble name of House Belgrave! Let any man of Pineshore who finds bravery in his heart and skill in his weapon fight at his side, fight for the glory of our ancient house!" he declared proudly. Many of the villagers cheered, the men throwing their fists into the air.
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Post by Ollie on Sept 12, 2008 22:07:47 GMT -5
"Rest well tonight, men, and eat hearty! Tomorrow the Pineglory rides for Sunkenwood, and with him all the might of Pineshore!" Ser Marrick shouted to his smallfolk as his son dismounted and took his father's side. Ever since the noble Ser Marrick had taken an arrow wound to his left leg he had found it painful to stand unaided for a long period of time, not to mention walking.
The villagers gave a second cheer at their liege knight's words, and slowly began to chatter excitedly about themselves of the tourney.
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Post by Ollie on Sept 15, 2008 1:20:30 GMT -5
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The next morning, the village is awoken at dawn by a bellowing, trumpeting horn. As soon as the echoes of the first blast die out, a second follows, louder and longer, wailing on like some mighty spirit. Ser Marrick and Ser Marten are ahorse, the meager 5 man guard of House Belgrave assembled and led by Captain Riva. Most of the villagers assemble for the short journey to Snakewood, and once all have arrived, they set out.
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Post by Tallahar on Sept 15, 2008 1:58:47 GMT -5
Riva rode just behind Marrick and Marten with his reins in his Right hand.
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Hope you all are well and happy.