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Post by Lord Connor Tully on May 28, 2009 6:29:22 GMT -5
Where that men that remain of the Riverland forces have been gathered. The tent of Lord Tully stands in the middle surrounded by those of other lords and soldiers. The flag of House Tully flies outside his tent while the flags of others are scsttered throughout the small camp.
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on May 28, 2009 7:26:35 GMT -5
Lord Oswell sits outside his tent washing the blood and gore from his mail and plate. A small fire is set in front of him, a pot of stew warming over it. Ser Cleos Whent and Ser James Rivers both sit around the fire.
When the stew was done Cleos scooped outa bowl for all three men before setting the pot back on the fire. "So when do we leave this barren land my lord."
Oswell looks up in between bites, "Just as soon as Kin...Selwyn moves out I plan on being right behind him. The sooner we leave this cursed land the better. I fear what we may find at Riverrun though..."
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on May 29, 2009 5:51:19 GMT -5
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The small camp was abustle with activity. The small force of one hundred a fifty men was making ready to leave the next day, eager to be moving South to warmer weather and eventually home.
Ser Cleos Whent walked among the men, issuing orders and organized the small group of Riverland men. He looked on at the small number of horses available to them, 'Many will need to walk, and a long walk it will be,' he thought to himself. He had a small group pf men out searching for roaming horses that were no doubt lost during the battle, so far they had had little luck in finding any.
A clatter of metal caught his attention as a young man dropped an armful of swords and axes. "Gods curse you, have a care with those, lest you fancy walking home with one less foot. Load those up before you do any real hurt." Cleos watched as the man walked away, and turned to other matters. He meant to be ready when Lord Selwyn and the Queen marched.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on May 29, 2009 7:36:52 GMT -5
A knight in Darry colours is sat on a barrel nearby, trimming his fingernails roughly with a large knife. He seems oblivious to Ser Cleos' orders.
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on May 29, 2009 7:43:02 GMT -5
Cleos had noticed the knight on his walks throught the camp. Finally after much had been organized, Cleos walks over. "Will you do no work Ser, while everyone else prepares to move South?"
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on May 29, 2009 7:44:38 GMT -5
"Looks that way, doesn't it," the knight grunts, without taking his gaze off his fingernails.
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on May 29, 2009 7:48:34 GMT -5
Cleos shook his head and hefted a barrel, "Well I hold no sway over you so I will not think to force your hand. Though it may do you some good to lend a hand where it is needed."
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on May 29, 2009 7:51:39 GMT -5
"Fuck off wi' yeh," the man replies softly.
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on May 29, 2009 8:09:38 GMT -5
The barrel drops with a loud thud and Cleos turns on his heel. "You would do well to watch your tongue Ser, before it lands you in a world of trouble. Your not the only one to survive the Others, nothing makes you any better than the rest of us."
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on May 29, 2009 9:18:25 GMT -5
The man says nothing, but stares into the man's eyes. After a moment he stands, turns and walks off.
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on May 29, 2009 9:21:35 GMT -5
"Good for nothing bastard," Cleos mutters under his breath before bending to retrieve the barrel he dropped. After giving the Darry knight a last look he walks off with his burden.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on May 29, 2009 9:23:48 GMT -5
"Busy-body cunt," mutters the man known as Ser Leonard of the Trident as he stomps off.
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on May 29, 2009 10:09:09 GMT -5
After loading the barrels Cleos returns to Lord Tully's tent to find Oswell sitting outside roasting a duck of the fire. "We're just about ready to leave my lord, all that is left to pack are tents."
Oswell nods, "Thank you Cleos, see to it that everything is taken care of. We leave on the morrow with Lord Selwyn and the Targ Queen. But please, sit. No doubt you have been working yourself harder than any other."
The two men sat and enjoyed the roast duck before returning to other duties.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on May 29, 2009 10:23:49 GMT -5
Ser Vincent Darry wanders past the two men and their campfire. His face is heavily swollen and purpling.
He offers Lord Oswell the smallest of acknowledging nods before entering his own tent.
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on May 31, 2009 8:55:44 GMT -5
Oswell nods as the Darry knight walks by, taking notice of the bruises and swelling.
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Hope you all are well and happy.