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Post by House Lefford on Nov 14, 2008 0:06:52 GMT -5
With his army stretched out behind him Lord Craych Tyrell rides towards the Castle at Horn hill bearing the flag of the seven between his Cousin Lord William Dawnrose, and Lord Derick Rowan and the ever present Darius Strom, and 30 loyal knights of the Mander.
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Post by The Flint on Nov 14, 2008 0:12:55 GMT -5
The Mander host is still well away from the castle when it reaches the first fortifications. Deep trench lines, spikes, caltrops, and the like. Huge Trebauchets are lined up, near the castle itself, ready to fling stones upon the enemy.
The standard of the Hightower flutters in the slight breeze, as Lord Justin Hightower, Lord Dorian Florent, Ser Derick Cuy, and Ser Charles Graceford along with a equal sized company of knights right forward onto the field coming to a stop outside of the range of their enemies bows.
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Post by House Lefford on Nov 14, 2008 0:16:09 GMT -5
"Lord Hightower I presume, I dont believe we have ever met face to face."
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Post by Horas on Nov 14, 2008 0:17:58 GMT -5
Darius Storm stands directly behind Craych, grim and silent. His hand is never far from his sword.
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Post by The Flint on Nov 14, 2008 0:18:03 GMT -5
"I recognize your face milord. We've been to the same parties, but I fear we've never been properly introduced. I had high hopes, when I got your letter, that perhaps now would be the time, but it seems... you found another friend." Justin waves his gauntlet at Darius Storm.
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Post by Horas on Nov 14, 2008 0:21:35 GMT -5
Darius bows slightly to Lord Hightower, but holds his silence.
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Post by House Lefford on Nov 14, 2008 0:21:58 GMT -5
"Oh Storm he's a nice enough fellow for a bastard. So lets get down to business, Rodrick hasn't lost a battle last time I checked, so I think surrender would be a good option for you, old boy."
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Post by Sam on Nov 14, 2008 0:24:42 GMT -5
Samuel was a few hundred yards back from the parlay, yet still outside Horn Hill's walls, inside maze of ditches and fortifications that lay between the Mander armies and his father's castle. He was too far away to hear the words being spoken between the lords, but he knew Lord Hightower well enough to be able to tell from his rigid posture that Tyrell's words were not going over well. Inwardly he wished that he'd paid more attention to Ser Gerold Costayne's archery lessons; an arrow through Darius Storm's eye might end this whole conflict without any other bloodshed.
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Post by Tallahar on Nov 14, 2008 0:27:23 GMT -5
William was close to Craych but also close to Darius Storm. William did not like the Bastard and hoped this battle would kill him.
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Post by The Flint on Nov 14, 2008 0:31:05 GMT -5
"He lost to Scot Royce at Harrenhal, and was chased all the way back to King's Landing. But you've been away from your keep, so perhaps you had no raven to send you word. Nevertheless its the true. Rodrick's army is in disarray. We have just as many men as you do, plus we're fortified. We can withstand a siege for a year, if we decide to give you that much time. Did you just want to chat idlely with me, or did you forget what parleys were for. If you have something to say say it."
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Post by House Lefford on Nov 14, 2008 0:35:04 GMT -5
"Ah a pity about his grace. Well just as many for now Lord Hightower, there are but there are still many more knights in the Mander waiting to march so I'm sure I could last longer in a siege than you, so its surrender or fight but that generally how things go."
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Post by The Flint on Nov 14, 2008 0:37:07 GMT -5
"It was a shame Lord Craych. I'd have rather had you for an ally than an enemy. But you chose your fate. If there is nothing else?" He prepared to wheel his horse around and leave.
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Post by House Lefford on Nov 14, 2008 0:40:18 GMT -5
"Your making a mistake Hightower, but I shall enjoy sacking Oldtown."
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Post by The Flint on Nov 14, 2008 0:41:39 GMT -5
The men of the Far Reach rode back to their positions.
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Post by House Lefford on Nov 14, 2008 0:45:39 GMT -5
The Tyrell men rode back to theres.
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Hope you all are well and happy.