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Post by Sam on May 29, 2009 11:18:36 GMT -5
"My brother's army is pretty near the front of the column, and he's always been rather sluggardly in the morning so I figured I'd get a head start and see if there was any action to be seen up here," Bran said, as if he were discussing the weather. "I imagined that you wouldn't spurn an extra sword on a horse."
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Post by The Flint on May 29, 2009 11:18:58 GMT -5
"You should be where you're assigned, the last I checked this was still an army." Talyn says softly. He does not seem perturbed, and probably shares the sentiment.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 29, 2009 11:21:56 GMT -5
"An army, yes. You'll have to forgive me; I am not Westerosi born. I'm Braavosi, and we have no 'army' tradition to boast of besides a few mercenary companies. Even after campaigning here so long the Braavosi side gets the better of me." Imry thinks for a moment, "Though I'd like to think the Braavosi side of me is the better one."
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Post by The Flint on May 29, 2009 11:26:38 GMT -5
"even mercenary companies expect discipline," Talyn replied, "in any case, I appreciate the desire to get south as fast as possible, but if we stumble southwards like a bunch of broken men, we'll be useless when we arrive."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 29, 2009 11:40:51 GMT -5
"The only military tradition I have is on the waves, where infantry formations are second to most... but now we are beyond that." Imry could not help but staring at various emblems of this company. "What a lovely sigil you've chosen... I might've picked a nice flower or something, but the whole gallows and entrails works nicely too."
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Post by The Flint on May 29, 2009 11:42:52 GMT -5
"It's fitting." Talyn said, "I don't want the enemy to see my battle standard and fall in love, after all."
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 29, 2009 16:14:39 GMT -5
"When you're facing mythical ice beasts, perhaps love is not so bad an alternative...", he said with a wink. "I don't believe you told me your name, ser. I hope I am not too forward in calling you 'ser'."
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Post by The Flint on May 29, 2009 16:50:15 GMT -5
"Talyn Thatcher." The man replies.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 29, 2009 18:45:20 GMT -5
"Talyn Thatcher." The man replies. "You're the one they're calling Traitor's Son?", Imry said with little regard for social etiquette. It was a Braavosi thing. |
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Post by The Flint on May 29, 2009 18:51:43 GMT -5
Talyn nodded. "The same."
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Post by The Smith on May 29, 2009 20:32:13 GMT -5
Squire Tallbody comes riding into sight slumped in his saddle like a bag of barley. His eyes catch everything though, he makes immediately for Thatcher.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 29, 2009 20:33:52 GMT -5
Talyn nodded. "The same." "I come from a cursed line myself, I'm glad to have met another", he said with little indication of sarcasm. |
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Post by The Flint on May 29, 2009 20:35:00 GMT -5
Thatcher ignores Imry's comment and turns towards Tallbody.
"Ser," he says.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 29, 2009 20:36:37 GMT -5
Imry laughed, and slowed his horse down to a slow trot.
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Post by The Smith on May 29, 2009 20:40:11 GMT -5
The Squire raised an eyebrow before he spoke, "Five hundred men. Mounted. They are veterans, but rested. Fly two banners, a splayed pink man, and three leaves on gold."
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Hope you all are well and happy.