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Post by Sam on Nov 17, 2008 14:19:01 GMT -5
"He can't hope to beat us here, even if he has reinforcements coming from Ashford," Samuel said, shielding his eyes from the sun as he looked over at three figures on horseback, standing on a hill away from the battle. "I don't think he can do much than challenge someone to single combat; he doesn't seem to be the type of man who would just throw away the lives of his men. Lord Tyrell surely won't accept the challenge himself, however, so I suppose it's a matter of what men are chosen as champions," Samuel said to his friend. "Although even if he won, Lord Hightower couldn't let him simply march away to join Rodrick, however with all of these Mandermen against us Rowan might win and he could certainly sway their loyalties if he won a duel." Samuel shrugged then. "Or maybe he's surrendering. That would certainly be much easier on everyone," he added with a hopeful grin.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Nov 17, 2008 14:39:42 GMT -5
Loren nodded at Samuel's thoughtful analysis, "I hope its the latter, I'd hate to have to spill more Mander blood, those men should be our brothers, I will pray that the Mother softens Rowan's heart so that he may accept surrender without wounding his pride."
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Post by The Flint on Nov 17, 2008 19:09:09 GMT -5
Cyrus' horse snorted defiantly, and the Varner Lord rather agreed with the equine's assessment.
"Fine. Let's see this thing done."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 17, 2008 21:10:31 GMT -5
Rowan nods at Craych's silence, and sneers, "Craven..." Turning to Varner he said, "I will go and fetch Graves."
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Post by Tallahar on Nov 17, 2008 21:44:07 GMT -5
William is confused by Lord Rowan ignoring him as he had accepted his challenge to a Trial by Combat.
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Post by The Flint on Nov 17, 2008 21:45:23 GMT -5
"I believe you will be fighting Ser Arthur, William." Cyrus says softly. "You should be able to best him."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 17, 2008 21:49:01 GMT -5
Rowan mounts and rides back toward his line. After a good length of time, Ser Graves rides back. Dismounting he draws his blade, and smiles at the other men. "Who am I here to kill?"
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Post by Tallahar on Nov 17, 2008 22:47:08 GMT -5
William sighs and dismounts, "I am the man that will fight you Ser Arthur Graves of the Mander. I am sorry that I must shed your blood it is wrong that we go to War but the Gods have decided and they will watch this fight."
Handing a small letter to a young Knight behind him then nodding at his two brothers William draws his sword and walks towards Ser Arthur.
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Post by The Flint on Nov 17, 2008 23:09:53 GMT -5
When the dust had settled, Cyrus smiled out of the corner of his mouth, seeing Dawnrose still standing. It seemed the Mandermen were good for something after all.
"Lord Rowan, the Seven have judged our cause the righteous one it seems."
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Post by Tallahar on Nov 17, 2008 23:25:13 GMT -5
William breaths in deeply. He glances at Cyrus then back to Arthur Graves. "It is done." Sheathing his blade William looks to Derick, "Will you surrender Lord Rowan?"
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Post by The Smith on Nov 18, 2008 22:23:40 GMT -5
Lord Rowan surrenders to Tyrell.
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Post by The Flint on Nov 18, 2008 22:33:23 GMT -5
Cyrus rode out to where Rowan's man had left the peace banner staked into the ground. Leaning over his saddle he plucked it out of the ground.
"Let's go get our justice." He says.
The Far Reach prepares to march.
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Hope you all are well and happy.