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Post by The Flint on Oct 27, 2008 11:01:20 GMT -5
But Master Flea did not appear. Instead a skinny teen with his father's look materialized at the entrance to the great hall.
"My Lords, my father sends his regards, and apologizes for not being present. There were a number of issues which have come up which required his attention. Is there something that I can help with you?"
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Oct 27, 2008 16:59:39 GMT -5
Balor Waxley was present as befit a page, trailing the lords until he was given a task. He squinted at the teen, and then went back to his regular expression.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 27, 2008 17:10:15 GMT -5
"Balor, fetch some wine, bread and cheese for us will you?" Justin says, smiling at the boy graciously.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Oct 27, 2008 17:39:16 GMT -5
"Yes my lord," Balor said and scurried of to the kitchen.
"The Lord require bread, cheese and wine for him and his guests," Balor said to the servants currently working in the kitchen.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Oct 28, 2008 7:47:20 GMT -5
But Master Flea did not appear. Instead a skinny teen with his father's look materialized at the entrance to the great hall. "My Lords, my father sends his regards, and apologizes for not being present. There were a number of issues which have come up which required his attention. Is there something that I can help with you?" "We want to know what your father knows about the Red Dagger Pirates and how they get their information?" Loren said. |
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Post by The Flint on Oct 28, 2008 8:08:46 GMT -5
The boy nodded. "Start by recognizing they aren't pirates. Not in any traditional sense of the word." He stepped forward, bowed slightly, and continued, "They're a cult of Rh'llor. Or perhaps more accurate they are a special branch of the cult of Rh'llor. We think they set up the pirates to intercept special cargo from their enemies. How they get their information isn't known exactly. They may have spies like everyone else... or... well, it's said the red priests can see the future in the flames."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Oct 28, 2008 10:45:37 GMT -5
Loren scoffed, "Well if they pick their prizes based on visions in fire, that makes it a little difficuly to try and pull a fast one on them."
Dorian squirmed, "Lord Redwynne mentioned that it was never determined what they sought, but the few survivors that were recovered refused to mention went a miss even if they did know."
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Post by The Flint on Oct 28, 2008 10:47:14 GMT -5
The boy smiled. "Father has something they want. You can't catch a rat with false cheese. We must really bait the trap if we want them to nibble."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Oct 28, 2008 11:45:39 GMT -5
"Well that changes everything then," Dorian says with an air of authority.
Loren looks a little unsure but continues, "Well then I guess we can begin setting the trap, eh Cyrus?"
"I can have 200 men from Uplands here in less then 3 days."
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Post by The Flint on Oct 28, 2008 12:02:45 GMT -5
Cyrus nodded, "I'll arrange the same from Stoatheart and get them here tonight. When they're assembled we'll be ready."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Oct 29, 2008 8:24:52 GMT -5
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About a week later a messenger arrives to the Hightower informing Lord Cyrus that 200 men each from House Varner, Florent and Irwyn had arrived along with 6 ships to Oldtown for the campaign.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Oct 29, 2008 16:27:55 GMT -5
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A nobleman in indistinguishable colors and clothes arrives at the Hightower. It is apparent, however, that his dark and travel-worn cloak is clasped with a small gold-painted nightingale.
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Post by The Flint on Oct 29, 2008 16:35:35 GMT -5
A small entourage of Hightower guards led by a gruff and aging man nods.
"Milord," Captain Merik said, "If you'll follow us please." The traveller is led to a small conference room of of the main hall where Lord Justin Hightower is seated and a cowled and robed man is standing behind him.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on Oct 29, 2008 16:38:04 GMT -5
"Lord Hightower", the traveler said, as he knelt before the Lord Paramount. "I am Briar Caron of Nightsong. The Lord Hand sent me."
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Oct 29, 2008 16:40:24 GMT -5
Balor is standing outside of the room ready to bring any sort of refreshments.
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Hope you all are well and happy.