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Post by Sam on Nov 13, 2008 12:02:02 GMT -5
Ser Samuel seeks out his father in Horn Hill, accompanied by Ryam Flowers. An different scabbard than for his normal sword is slung across his back, while Samuel's own longsword hangs from his hip. "Father, I would have a word with you," he said, upon finding the Lord of Horn Hill.
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Post by The Flint on Nov 13, 2008 12:45:28 GMT -5
Lord Robb nods, "Yes, what is it?"
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Post by Sam on Nov 13, 2008 12:48:02 GMT -5
Samuel gingerly removed the sheathe from his back, and offered the sword-hilt that stuck out of it to his father.
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Post by The Flint on Nov 13, 2008 12:49:22 GMT -5
Robb's father drew the sword, and examined Treason in all her beauty.
"Where did you get this?" He asked, studying the blade carefully.
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Post by Sam on Nov 13, 2008 12:54:13 GMT -5
"Ryam reclaimed it from Lady Falgrave," Samuel said honestly. "After the war, with your permission, I would like to find a smith skilled enough to reforge the blade of our forefathers, Heartsbane, which is your birthright , father."
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Post by The Flint on Nov 13, 2008 12:58:38 GMT -5
Robb sighed. "I dislike thievery, but I suppose there is a war on and Greycopse is on the other side. Very well. When the war is over we shall bring Heartsbane back to our family."
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Post by Sam on Nov 13, 2008 13:03:28 GMT -5
Samuel nodded solemnly. "I suppose I could return it, and claim Lady Falgrave's eldest daughter's hand as my reward, I hear that's all she's offering for Treason," he said, though his mouth stretched into an ugly frown when he said the word. "That's hardly a befitting name for so beautiful a sword, King Callen must have been out of his mind," he added, absentmindedly. "Lord Hightower has ordered me to march to Nightsong, to reinforce our flank against the Dornish, while Dondarrion has marched north," the knight said.
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Post by The Flint on Nov 13, 2008 13:06:44 GMT -5
Robb nodded. "A great honor..." he said, his face sharing the same stretched face his son's did, before reaching out and taking his son in his arms.
"Be safe son, and do right."
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Post by Sam on Nov 13, 2008 13:17:14 GMT -5
Samuel embraced his father tightly. "Walk with the Seven, father, and have faith that our righteous cause lead us to victory." He released Lord Robert, and stepped back. "Be safe, father, and try to leave a few Tyrells for me, if you don't mind," he added with a wink.
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Post by The Flint on Nov 13, 2008 13:19:15 GMT -5
Robb laughed. "Well if it comes to it, don't leave any Dornishman for me. Though be chivalrous, they are your mother's people, as treacherous as they are."
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Post by Sam on Nov 13, 2008 13:48:02 GMT -5
"I will treat them with the honor you taught me, whether they deserve it or not," Samuel said. With that he embraced his father once more, and then turned and walked down the hallways of Horn Hill, toward the army encampment where he would commandeer his men.
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Hope you all are well and happy.