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Post by The Smith on Nov 3, 2008 21:17:46 GMT -5
The King has set up a large military camp next to the walls of the keep. When he is brought the word that his daughters were killed he almost strangles Lord Trant, and then has Lord Commander Lannister flogged for his failure.
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Post by Tallahar on Nov 3, 2008 21:26:24 GMT -5
Lord Kebra Hunt arrives and begs allowance to talk to the King.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 3, 2008 21:27:45 GMT -5
Hunt is allowed to met with the King. The King looks at Hunt, and snarls, "What do you want fool?"
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Post by Tallahar on Nov 3, 2008 21:38:50 GMT -5
"To ask if I may be able to leave and ride to Highgarden so I may speak with Craych Tyrell my close friend and to tell him to rally his army and bring it to Duskendale."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 3, 2008 21:53:25 GMT -5
"He is your good friend?" Rodrick laughed, and threw a written copy of Tyrell's order into Kebra's face. "Read that, and tell me he is your friend again."
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Post by Tallahar on Nov 3, 2008 23:24:53 GMT -5
"I am sure it is a misunderstanding. I shall ride as quickly as I can if Your Grace thinks that is wise."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 3, 2008 23:27:00 GMT -5
Rodrick looks at the man and shakes his head, "You have committed treason lord hunt, and for that you will hang." He waved his hand, and men reach out to grab him, and start to drag him away.
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Post by Tallahar on Nov 3, 2008 23:28:40 GMT -5
"Treason?" Kebra calls back, "I only wish to help you Your Grace."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 3, 2008 23:31:28 GMT -5
Soon Kebra Hunt is hung from the walls of the Dun Fort wearing a traitor sign.
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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Nov 4, 2008 0:10:26 GMT -5
Galahad sat beside a large tree near the back of the camp, playing with the prince and his puppy. He did not wish for the boy to be around the news of his sibling's fate, or the battle about the take place. When it was time, he would take his place in the ranks.
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Post by Horas on Nov 4, 2008 0:47:16 GMT -5
Daeron Blackwood approaches the king's tent, clad in the colors of his House and with his flail on his hip. "I must speak with the King," he tells the guards.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 4, 2008 0:50:44 GMT -5
He is admitted into the King's presence, but several King's Guard watch the young Blackwood like angry hawks. The King leans back studying a creased and stained piece of parchment, and does not acknowledge the lad.
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Post by Horas on Nov 4, 2008 0:54:32 GMT -5
Diplomacy had never been Daeron's strong suit, and he wastes no time with pleasantries. "My cousin wishes to know your orders, Your Grace."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 4, 2008 0:59:17 GMT -5
"I summon all men who follow me to report to Duskendale with the forces they deem appropriate." Rodrick replied with out looking up, "All forces will be challenged before they arrive."
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Post by Horas on Nov 4, 2008 1:24:55 GMT -5
Daeron grates his teeth, irritated at being so ignored. "Yes, Your Grace. Is there anything else?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.