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Post by The Smith on May 27, 2009 13:17:31 GMT -5
The word spreads though Saella's army, the battle is over. They had one with a horrible price. She is dead. The Others have left the field, the wights returning to peaceful death.
Slowly the victors stumble back to their campgrounds.
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Post by Flex on May 27, 2009 13:19:55 GMT -5
Euric throws off his helm, stepping back from the spot where Saella and her dragon lay and slowly looked around for his companions. With a sigh he shakes his head. "Finally...."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 27, 2009 13:20:16 GMT -5
Imry was in the middle of the field surrounded by corpses, some freshly dead, and others twice dead. He was applying pressure to a small wound on his side, using some clothes he scrapped together from nearby soldiers. Slowly he stood from his ground and started to look for survivors.
Somewhere in the field he spots Euric Dayne and calls him across the field "Euric!"
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Post by Flex on May 27, 2009 13:22:41 GMT -5
Euric looks up at the shout, not sure if it was his name he had heard. The noise of battle had half deafened him but in the distance he sees Imry and wearily strides over to him.
"Imry... it's good to see a friendly face after this." He notices the man clutching his side. "Is it bad?"
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Post by Lord Lester Merryweather on May 27, 2009 13:23:21 GMT -5
Jaime was breathing heavily after leading the charge of the Vale troops. Lady Forlorn was covered with the blood of the wights and the ice of the Others. Tears filled his eyes when he remembered his father's death. Maester Perestan was standing next to him, leaning on his staff. The obsidian candle still burned in his left hand.
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Post by The Flint on May 27, 2009 13:25:58 GMT -5
Talyn stood amongst a pile of dead, covered in bloody ichor. To his back, his friends of the Traitors' Sons, comrades forged in the dozens of battles against the undead. Pulling the helm from his head, he surveyed the field, men, handfuls, of men, were beginning to walk the field, looking for friends they knew, hoping they might still be alive.
"Will, gather up our dead. Burn any bugger lucky enough to have not survived." It was a ritual which had become emblematic of this small band of outcasts. William Hill, did as his friend and Captain commanded. Curse the newly deceased, fortunate bastards all.
Talyn crossed through the patch of the dead, looking for Ustice to report to.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 27, 2009 13:26:17 GMT -5
Euric looks up at the shout, not sure if it was his name he had heard. The noise of battle had half deafened him but in the distance he sees Imry and wearily strides over to him. "Imry... it's good to see a friendly face after this." He notices the man clutching his side. "Is it bad?" "It isn't too deep. Nothing we can't drink off later", Imry said. The wound didn't seem to dampen his enthusiasm for drink. After a moment his face grew solemn though, "Saella fell..." |
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Post by Marie on May 27, 2009 13:27:16 GMT -5
Rhaenys never followed her men back to the camp, instead sending them off under Maekar's command. Instead she stood by the broken body of the dragon Becawyr for a long moment, thinking of the great price paid by her mother and the faithful beast. Blackfyre was in her hand, the weight somehow comforting. She shivered, cold now the dragonfire had burned out and eventually headed towards the two surviving dragons to see how they fared, whilst looking out for survivings among the lords and knights who'd sworn to her mother.
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Post by Flex on May 27, 2009 13:30:10 GMT -5
"It isn't too deep. Nothing we can't drink off later", Imry said. The wound didn't seem to dampen his enthusiasm for drink. After a moment his face grew solemn though, "Saella fell..." Euric nodded solemnly. "I ran to her as soon as I saw her dropping from the sky... I thought..." He shook his head in disbelief and finally sheathed Dawn. "They'll sing that she died for us all." |
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Post by The Smith on May 27, 2009 13:30:21 GMT -5
Red Ustice looked at the smaller man, "It really over you think?" He starred North, and West, "You see the King?"
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Post by Lord Lester Merryweather on May 27, 2009 13:32:32 GMT -5
Jaime looked in front of him and saw the Princess, Rhaenys. He walked to her and bowed "I heard of your loss, my queen." He said with sadness in his voice "My sword is sworn to you." Maester Perestan slowly walked towards him and soon came to his side. He looked like one of those Valyrian sorcerers of old. He bowed deeply "Your Grace."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 27, 2009 13:33:41 GMT -5
"It isn't too deep. Nothing we can't drink off later", Imry said. The wound didn't seem to dampen his enthusiasm for drink. After a moment his face grew solemn though, "Saella fell..." Euric nodded solemnly. "I ran to her as soon as I saw her dropping from the sky... I thought..." He shook his head in disbelief and finally sheathed Dawn. "They'll sing that she died for us all." "Let us pray then for her soul, for while we could not protect her from death, we can protect her memory and her legacy." He closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them he looked to Euric, "How did the daughters fair? The four." |
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Post by The Flint on May 27, 2009 13:35:25 GMT -5
Red Ustice looked at the smaller man, "It really over you think?" He starred North, and West, "You see the King?" "Seven of two-hundred of my troop remaining m'lord," Talyn said in a perfunctory way, "And no milord, I'd not seen him. Once we hit their main line, it was all confusion and chaos. I saw the Queen go down, but I don't know what happened in anywhere but my own little slice of hell." |
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Post by Flex on May 27, 2009 13:37:28 GMT -5
Euric looked around for a moment. "I am not sure, Imry. The Princess Rhaenys is speaking to a Valeman over there but the others I have not spotted yet." He slowly looked upwards to see if there were any dragons still in flight.
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Post by Marie on May 27, 2009 13:37:30 GMT -5
Rhaenys stood solemn and silent for a long moment as the weight of the title settled about her. No-one but Maekar had called her 'Your Grace' yet and now, hearing it from other lips, made it seem real. She nodded.
"You are the second man to bend your knee to me," she told Jaime. "The first was mine own cousin. I will not forget your loyalty, nor yours, Maester. We will have a hard road ahead of us in order to claim my rightful place in this realm. You do realise that, I hope?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.