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Post by Dyther Morrigen on May 31, 2009 9:57:39 GMT -5
The knights and warriors of the Stormlands are the last army in the line of marching. Selwyn Baratheon is in direct command of them.
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on May 31, 2009 10:00:06 GMT -5
Nine Lives is amongst the last small column of men, making him the last man in the army headed to the Wall. He looks over the survivors and decides to bitch aloud. "The Dornish fuck the men, why the hell aren't they in the rear?"
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2009 10:04:43 GMT -5
Set Trystine looked over at Morrigen, "We are marching toward safety, man. The King fears an assault from behind. He wanted the real men back here to hold it."
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on May 31, 2009 10:09:50 GMT -5
Dyther spits off his horse. "We ain't got no king, remember? He bent to Queen....Ray....Ranaway or whatever the hell their names are. You know, the Arryns." He runs a hand through his hair. "Well, anyway, I can't wait to head south. I got a score to settle with my dear uncle."
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2009 10:11:27 GMT -5
Ser Trystine spat as well, "I will always have a king. Fuck the dragons." He looked at Morrigen, and then asked, "What score?"
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on May 31, 2009 10:15:19 GMT -5
"Lord Barrett thought following the icicles was a good idea. I've killed a hell of a lot of everything to start paying him back." He chewed on some jerky. "I'll kill a hell of a lot more."
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2009 10:20:59 GMT -5
Trystine snarled, "Fuckers, and traitors. That is a score that needs settling. All of them need to be killed, or ripped apart or the like."
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on May 31, 2009 10:24:30 GMT -5
"Oh they will be." He looked about annoyed. "Gods of fucking above, I can't wait to get back to women. Ones that have teeth that don't try stabbing you while you're inside'em." Dyther hates wildlings. And Dornish. And Reachmen. And Westermen.
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2009 10:32:23 GMT -5
Trystine smiled, "I know what you mean. How far south do you think we will have to march? There was not a settlement worth talking about north of Winterfell on our way up."
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on May 31, 2009 10:35:02 GMT -5
"Fuck all, maybe there's a nice northern lass there then. Only a thousand miles to go. Three thousand before we get some women worth having."
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2009 10:38:37 GMT -5
"Fuck... that sounds wonderful. A plump brown haired girl who I have to pick the straw out of her hair." He smiled.
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on May 31, 2009 10:42:08 GMT -5
"And the snow from her slit. Goddam this cold."
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2009 11:23:07 GMT -5
Trystine smiled, "Leave the snow... it will be interesting at least."
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