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Post by Horas on May 27, 2009 14:17:37 GMT -5
Rask knew enough about southron customs to understand that they put much weight in birthright. "And which of these women rides the other dragons?" Rask had counted three over the battlefield.
The wildling turns to the other man. "I came with the north wind, and the last of my people."
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Post by Flex on May 27, 2009 14:19:29 GMT -5
"I am unsure of that, friend Wild..." He wondered if they hated that name. "Friend. But if you will excuse me Imry, I may go find out. There is one person in particular I need to find."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 27, 2009 14:20:43 GMT -5
"Do go then Euric, I will see you soon, I'm sure. There aren't too many of us left anyway."
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Post by Flex on May 27, 2009 14:21:31 GMT -5
Euric nodded grimly hand clapped Imry on the shoulder before moving off to find who he was looking for.
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Post by The Smith on May 27, 2009 14:22:43 GMT -5
"It will be the Dragons who decide his fate not the Seven." Horas replied, "Or maybe not the Dragons. The World is a mess and who knows how it will balance."
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Post by Edric Stark on May 27, 2009 14:25:09 GMT -5
Alysanne was still on her knees in the snow, when she realized that almost everyone had left the battlefield. A million different thoughts went trough her head, yet she had never felt so empty.
"My lady, we should probably head back, too", said Ser Gerald after a long silence.
"I'll be right there," she replied and stood up.
Taking the hint, Ser Gerald began to pace towards the camp, leaving Alysanne alone.
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Post by Marie on May 27, 2009 14:27:56 GMT -5
"I will. I am one of the rare Vale nobles that survived and I will lead the men of the Vale back south in your name. I am certain Dorne will kneel to you as well. Those who don't will eventually see their mistakes. I will make sure that happens." Rhaenys nodded again. "Thank you. Those who are quick to follow me will be the recipients of my...gratitude in due course," she said. "But Dorne...yes, Dorne was ever close to House Targaryen since bending the knee. Walk with me. Let those we pass see that the Vale is one with the dragons. You are confident that the other lords of the Vale will follow where you lead?" |
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Post by Flex on May 27, 2009 14:29:44 GMT -5
Alysanne was still on her knees in the snow, when she realized that almost everyone had left the battlefield. A million different thoughts went trough her head, yet she had never felt so empty. "My lady, we should probably head back, too", said Ser Gerald after a long silence. "I'll be right there," she replied and stood up. Taking the hint, Ser Gerald began to pace towards the camp, leaving Alysanne alone. A figure in dented and bloodied armor appeared beside her, his sweaty silver hair slicked to his face. "Alysanne." Euric said with a faint smile. "It is good to see you alive." |
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Post by The Flint on May 27, 2009 14:30:07 GMT -5
Talyn hawked bloody spittle onto the ground, "I don't know about all that. Dragon or Seven, some men can be forgiven, and some men can't. That ain't up to me, and I'm glad its not." He dug the bloody mess into the dirt with his boot. "How come you were all so far forward of the line, up that hill and all? Didn't take you for the man who led his troops from the front, uh... begging your pardon your highness."
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Post by Lord Lester Merryweather on May 27, 2009 14:30:33 GMT -5
"There aren't many remaining lords of the Vale. I will muster the rest of the men under your banner. Of course, you would have to give me lordship over them to do something like that. Queen Saella died for them and I will make them realized it." He walked with her "The Vale shall be yours, my queen."
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Post by Horas on May 27, 2009 14:31:15 GMT -5
Rask barely seems to notice Euric's departure. He squats in the snow, washing his hands clean of blood.
"All of the dreams ended on this field," he says after a moment. "I did not think that was odd at the time. But now one must wonder, where to next? Where does your path lead, Imry?"
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 27, 2009 14:32:47 GMT -5
"South perhaps? Wherever the daughters go. I'm far from home, anyway, and would only be greeted by swords."
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Post by Edric Stark on May 27, 2009 14:35:44 GMT -5
Alysanne smiled sadly, faced him and feigned slight amazement.
"Did you ever think I wouldn't be?"
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Post by The Smith on May 27, 2009 14:36:55 GMT -5
Talyn hawked bloody spittle onto the ground, "I don't know about all that. Dragon or Seven, some men can be forgiven, and some men can't. That ain't up to me, and I'm glad its not." He dug the bloody mess into the dirt with his boot. "How come you were all so far forward of the line, up that hill and all? Didn't take you for the man who led his troops from the front, uh... begging your pardon your highness." "I was needed there." Horas replied. He glanced back once, and coughed, "Fate drew my thread to this cold and bloody location." |
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Post by Flex on May 27, 2009 14:37:43 GMT -5
"You did not ride a dragon and were in the fray... though that might have made you a smaller target." He looked her up and down to see if she had taken any wounds. "I am sorry for your loss... Saella meant a lot to me too." He clasped his hand at the sigil he bore on his chest.
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Hope you all are well and happy.