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Post by Lord Lester Merryweather on May 27, 2009 14:55:00 GMT -5
"No, your grace, I am afraid I'm not." said Jaime. Perestan was nowhere to be seen. He probably left somewhere in the middle of their conversation. He tended to do such things when he was too tired, or if some conversations were too boring for him.
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Post by Edric Stark on May 27, 2009 14:56:12 GMT -5
"Oh they should be alright. It's not so easy to kill a dragon," Alysanne was in a rather gloomy mood but she didn't want to ruin their victory.
"Are things already moving?"
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Post by The Smith on May 27, 2009 14:56:46 GMT -5
"Good bye your highness." Talyn said, as he bowed briefly, and stepped away, moving back towards the area where he'd last found Ustice. He was curious what the reunion between the Selwyn and his companions would look like. Talyn entered the camp, and looked around. Men approached Selwyn just to be sent on their way. Soon parties of men were searching the wounded and dead. Selwyn's circle of men formed around him carrying out his orders, and organizing the soldiers. |
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Post by Sam on May 27, 2009 14:59:05 GMT -5
Lord Simon Tarly sat atop his destrier, which was one of less than five hundred horses to survive the conflcit. All of his surviving knights were afoot, and based on the banners he could still see, the overall the men of the Reach numbered less than four hundred. His infantry had been wiped out to a man, leaving bloodied and broken knights on foot; he was surprised that so many had survived, since depriving a knight of his horse in battle was similar to signing his death warrant.
He let his greathelm fall to the muddy ground, too exhausted to continue supporting its weight. He saw the great body of the fallen dragon, an instinctively knew that the Queen to whom he had pledged his fealty would not have outlived her noble mount.
"What in God's name are we going to do now," he said softly, to no-one.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 27, 2009 15:00:13 GMT -5
The healers' tent was a mess of blood and burning flesh, and Ariel was in the middle of it. The dye had worn out of her hair completely some days past, and she'd been too busy to renew it; her white hair was now plain to see, though few had commented on it so far. Lancing wounds, setting bones, and occasionally burning the worst wounds shut against infection...there had been no time for much talk at all. When the stranger left Imry decided it would be his best bet to head to the tents now... better to get his wound treated now than later. Infections never turned out well. When he reached the tent he saw a white haired woman treating soldiers and sat patiently at the side of one of the tent's supporting poles waiting for her assistance. |
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Post by Flex on May 27, 2009 15:00:32 GMT -5
"Oh they should be alright. It's not so easy to kill a dragon," Alysanne was in a rather gloomy mood but she didn't want to ruin their victory. "Are things already moving?" "That it is." Euric said. "I think everyone is desperate for some celebration right now... well, rest; then celebration. Or mourning..." He sighed. "Or both." |
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Post by Marie on May 27, 2009 15:01:22 GMT -5
Rhaenys stood thinking for a minute or two before she turned back to Jaime.
"Marriage is one of the time-honoured ways to cement an alliance. My mother warned my sisters and I that we should prepare ourselves for the prospect. It becomes even more important now that the gods have taken her from us. You should heed her words too, especially if you can prove yourself worthy of the Vale itself."
She gave him a smile that might have meant anything.
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Post by The Flint on May 27, 2009 15:01:56 GMT -5
Talyn considered the future for a moment. Everything still seemed up in the air, but more conflict, that... was always a safe bet of what the future would bring. The young Thacher decided the best course of action would be to round up any of the broken men whose units had been destroyed, and organize them into a small company of foot. He reconnected with Old Dog, who had been doing the same. Organizing the men into small teams of ten, he ordered them to scavenge the battlefield for any arms or armor which might be of value to the living.
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Post by Princess Ariel Targaryen on May 27, 2009 15:02:36 GMT -5
Ariel sighed as her latest patient lost consciousness under the sweetsleep, and moved on to look at the next man in line. He looked Braavosi; probably one of her cousins' men.
"You. Lie down there and tell me where you're wounded."
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Post by The Smith on May 27, 2009 15:05:42 GMT -5
Brandon was not a healer, so he understood he had to get them to someone who knew something about healing. He waved over some of his men to carry the wounded back to the camp. "Here, take these back to the camp and then go and find a healer." His men quickly follow his orders. |
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 27, 2009 15:06:55 GMT -5
Imry did as she said, slowly laying himself down. He revealed the wound at his side, it wasn't too bad yet, but without proper care it could grow infected.
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Post by Lord Lester Merryweather on May 27, 2009 15:07:02 GMT -5
"I am aware of that fact." He nodded "Marriage is the strongest type of alliance and I was prepared for that prospect as well. I think every noble of Westeros was. I am always ready for that."
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Post by The Smith on May 27, 2009 15:07:23 GMT -5
Talyn considered the future for a moment. Everything still seemed up in the air, but more conflict, that... was always a safe bet of what the future would bring. The young Thacher decided the best course of action would be to round up any of the broken men whose units had been destroyed, and organize them into a small company of foot. He reconnected with Old Dog, who had been doing the same. Organizing the men into small teams of ten, he ordered them to scavenge the battlefield for any arms or armor which might be of value to the living. Between the Corpses of Saella's dead, and the ruined armor that some of the wights were still wearing. There is enough armor and weapons to arm then entire Army of Victors. |
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on May 27, 2009 15:07:44 GMT -5
The battle had finally ended, but before he could relax Theodore washed his sword of any and all blood that was on it. He then sat on a rock and called his men to help him with his armor. They responded quickly saying things like," Yes Red Seer or of course Red Rain." He removed his right pauldron to reveal a rather large gash. He winced and tried to stop himself from screaming, as the last Drownedman poured saltwater on it and seared it shut with an white hot iron poker.
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Anthony walked beside his brother Ryam as they approached Theodore. He nodded towards his elder and asked,"Brother what are our orders." Ryam was silent beside him, waiting for there kin to say something.
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As he removed the rest of his armor and dealt with the wounds he gave his orders. "Ryam round up all the men and count the wounded, report back when you know our final numbers. Anthony go with him, take half the men and build a fort for our encampment. Ryam once your done with your task take a half of the remaining men and Nicholas, scout the surrounding area for anything." He wasn't going to have his Ironborn ambushed by the remanents of the enemy.
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"Yes sir", Ryam replied,"but what about the rest of the force what do you plan to do with them."
Anthony smacked him on the back of the head,"Don't ask questions do as your told."
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"It's ok Anthony, our brother is aloud to be curious." He removed the last of his armor, the chest plate and gave it to a serf."I am going to take them to meet with the other lords."
They all nodded and left.
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Post by Sam on May 27, 2009 15:09:31 GMT -5
Simon turned toward the last remaining red dragon banner that he could see, and slowly spurred his horse toward it. He trusted his brother Brandon and Ser Danwell to round up the surviving Reachmen, to see that the wounded were cared for and that the dead were properly burned.
He saw a valeman speaking to a striking young woman who could only be a Targaryen Princess. He dismounted and knelt before her, murmuring, "Your loss, my lady, will be felt by us all. Might I trouble you to ask who will succeed your mother as our rightful Queen?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.