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Post by Marie on Jun 5, 2009 7:15:52 GMT -5
The army marching south
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Post by Marie on Jun 5, 2009 7:17:05 GMT -5
Ser Maekar Blackfyre summons to him Ryam Drumm and Michael Saltcliffe.
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on Jun 5, 2009 7:21:41 GMT -5
Ryam comes along eating an apple, and Micheal does the same but with a chicken leg. They both look at Blackfyre and then each other, then back to Blackfyre,"Wjhat chwant?" They said, almost indecipherable through the food in there mouth."
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 5, 2009 11:47:37 GMT -5
Puffing on some form of herb, Dyther rides on his travel horse, his spot again near the rear of the army with the remainder of the Stormlands' contingent.
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Post by Brown Ben on Jun 5, 2009 13:41:42 GMT -5
A small band of riders and a trio of walking men, with bows slung over their shoulders, were marching along with the army.
One rider, however, leaned forwards on his saddle, and was cussing up a storm, his almost-black eyes squinting behind a beaked nose...
"How much did you lose?" , Erren pondered, his voice joking.
"15 fucking stags... All me gods-damned Stags!", the narrow faced man turned and spit onto the ground.
"Well... Don't worry... Winterfell will get you to the dice once again... Oh.. And you still owe me a Dragon, remember..."
The group rode on, while "Lucky" Lew Flowers spit onto the ground, proceeding to continue to curse Everything he could rightly think of.
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Post by Marie on Jun 5, 2009 16:49:35 GMT -5
Ryam comes along eating an apple, and Micheal does the same but with a chicken leg. They both look at Blackfyre and then each other, then back to Blackfyre,"Wjhat chwant?" They said, almost indecipherable through the food in there mouth." Maekar glared at the two youths. "First I want you to remember that you are speaking to the queen's cousin, and that you should speak to me with respect. Second, I wanted to tell you that Her Grace has decided you shall both squire for me since I've no squire of her own. You'll find that I am neither as kind nor as easygoing as she is. Do you understand my meaning?"
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 5, 2009 17:49:08 GMT -5
As the camp settles, Dyther leads a small group of Stormlanders in songs insulting nearly everyone breathing, from manloving roses to Dornish to Free Citiiers to dragons to even a few jokes about stormlanders.
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Post by House Lefford on Jun 5, 2009 18:08:12 GMT -5
William rides with the army with his small number of northmen not left at the wall.
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Post by Aerys on Jun 5, 2009 18:20:17 GMT -5
The two hundred Targaryen soldiers marched in good order with Aegon Targaryen and his lieutenants keeping a close eye on their progress. Every once in a while Aegon would halt his horse as they marched by...offering words of advice, encouragement or occasionally admonishment.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 5, 2009 18:51:52 GMT -5
A man in black velvets approaches the Stormlanders and smiles at their songs. Dyther vaguely recalls him from the other night.
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 5, 2009 18:54:59 GMT -5
"Steve!" Dyther chuckles. "You've returned!"
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Post by The Smith on Jun 5, 2009 18:56:06 GMT -5
The man shakes his head, "I've never left good friend." He holds out a flask to Morrigen, "Your lot seems awfully full of hate." He smiles, and winks, "I like that."
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 5, 2009 18:57:37 GMT -5
Dyther waves off the flask. "Not a liquor fan." He idly wonders how this man could be called his 'friend'. "Boredom more than anything."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 5, 2009 18:59:25 GMT -5
Steve eyed him closely, "It is not just the boredom, I think." He sipped from his flask, "If you were bored I think your lot would do something about it."
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Post by Dyther Morrigen on Jun 5, 2009 19:01:27 GMT -5
"Such as? Traitor's sons get the vanguard, and we ain't doing no goddam good watching the ass end of the army." The other knights and men-at-arms stop singing.
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