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Post by The Smith on Jun 8, 2009 17:25:45 GMT -5
Thatcher's men dispatched before he spoke with the queen find and begin to track a trail they believe to be Kyma's. After three days of very difficult tracking, their prey employs many skills to evade capture. One day around High Sun, they are shocked to see a man with a long auburn mustache sitting on a rock.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 8, 2009 17:31:04 GMT -5
Old Dog Hill eyed the man cautiously, as he and his men slipped weapons from their sheaths and scabbards.
"You there! Are you the bastard whose taken the Princess?" Dog asked in his characteristically blunt way.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 8, 2009 17:36:55 GMT -5
The man chuckled, "Of course not. My parents were married quite young."
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Post by The Flint on Jun 8, 2009 17:38:08 GMT -5
Dog growled low in the back of his throat, "You'll be chuckling a pitch or so higher if you don't return her safely."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 8, 2009 17:39:12 GMT -5
"I am going to remove a dagger from this pouch at my belt. It is not a sign of battle, or a threat but a message." He smiled, "Will you allow this. Barker?"
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Post by The Flint on Jun 8, 2009 17:41:47 GMT -5
William nodded slowly, "Watch him boys," he told the men with him, "You'd best start explaining yourself you hairy-faced fuck."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 8, 2009 17:44:28 GMT -5
He pulled a small dagger from his pouch and held it up for all to see. There is blood coating the blade. "A harm was done to Talyn Thatcher. Know this, every harm done to the Great Lord's son will be inflicted on the red haired bitch." He tossed the dagger into the air so it landed between the two parties.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 8, 2009 17:48:47 GMT -5
"There ain't no cause for that. No one wants to see either of them two hurt. Just release the girl, and I'm sure them lordly types can resolve the rest of it." Dog says.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 8, 2009 17:51:08 GMT -5
The Mustached Man turns out his pockets, "I seem to be short of Targaryen Princesses today. My friend has one though up ahead. He is expecting me back tomorrow or the next day. If I do not return he plans on making the trail a lot easier for you to follow. A finger here, a toe there," He shrugged, "Perhaps a nose."
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Post by The Flint on Jun 8, 2009 17:54:46 GMT -5
Old Dog snarled, "Alright, don't get your soup-catcher caught in a vise. We'll back off. Don't you hurt that girl, or you'll wish you hadn't."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 8, 2009 18:01:13 GMT -5
"Back off Barker, and listen to my warning." The man stood and spoke levelly, "I am a dangerous man, but the one who holds her highness could make an Other's hand shiver with fear. If we detect you again then he will act." He turned and began to walk away, "I have also been bidden to have you inform your queen that what will be discussed at Harrenhal will be the Surrender of the Great Lord."
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Post by The Flint on Jun 8, 2009 18:02:37 GMT -5
"What great lord?" Dog asked, generally puzzled, "Ain't none of them seem so great to me."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 8, 2009 18:05:14 GMT -5
The man stopped and sighed, "Thaddeus Thatcher is who I met." He cast a glare over his shoulder, "You might want to write that down."
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Post by The Flint on Jun 8, 2009 18:07:17 GMT -5
"No, I'll remember it," Old Dog says, "You got anything more to flap those gums about, or are we done here?"
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Post by The Smith on Jun 8, 2009 18:08:42 GMT -5
The Man made a rude gesture as he walked from sight.
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Hope you all are well and happy.