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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Jun 11, 2009 6:41:57 GMT -5
"It seems we have all adapted to being ready at all times. I am like yourself, I sleep little and train often. You can never be too ready, and my ne know the truth of that. For now, I think it best to speak with my captains and oversee preparations. I suggest you do the same...my men are bringing black cloth and leaving their heavy armor. I have planned on a night ambush should luck be on our side. If there is nothing more I will see that everything is in order."
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Post by Tallahar on Jun 11, 2009 6:48:35 GMT -5
"I have one more place to go. To victory." Edmure nodded at the Lord Tully and the others and then left.
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Jun 11, 2009 6:54:12 GMT -5
Oswell turns back to the other as Edmure leaves. "You know of our plans, now see to it that every man has the proper equipment. Black clothing and no plate. It will drag you down and we need to be swift during the ambush. Make sure our archers have planty of arrows, they will e our first line of attack. Now off with you, there is much to be done and little time to do it."
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jun 11, 2009 8:42:50 GMT -5
Oswell looks at Ser Vincent, "Yes, I will have Darry in charge of the scouts. He knows the lands north of Harrenhal better than I and seems to have a knack for finding what he seeks without being seen. I will have to speak to Ragnor before we set out from White Harbor, as you say he will know of a good place to land the ships without drawing unwanted attention." "How many men will you be bringing with you my lord?" Darry looks up from a bowl of carrot broth he is slowly devouring in the corner of the tent as his name is mentioned. He hears Tully out, sniffs disinterestedly, then returns to slurping the thin liquid down. |
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Post by Brown Ben on Jun 11, 2009 10:12:09 GMT -5
... "So let the hunt begin, huh..." He said quietly after nodding to Lord Tully, and saying in a slightly louder voice, "Aye, aye, M'Lord..."
As he was walking out, he pointed to the bowel Vincent was eating, "Take a breath, friend.. It ain't going nowehere but your gut..." He smiled playfully, then bowed to him too... "Ser of the Soup, good day!"
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jun 11, 2009 10:48:08 GMT -5
"'uck offf," Vincent growls through a mouthful of soup, bits of carrot firing out of his mouth as he does so.
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Jun 11, 2009 13:54:05 GMT -5
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Dawn arrives bringing a sunny but windy day to the camp. Oswell walks around taking note of what is to be left behind. Each of his men had piled up what plate they had in favor of lighter mail. After he was satisfied he mounts his horse and leads his men on a walk out of the camp to wait for the Ironborn and Mandermen.
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Post by Brown Ben on Jun 11, 2009 14:50:30 GMT -5
He, grunted, moved back in his saddle, and leaned forwards, resting his crossed arms on the pommel...
"How much do you want to bet the Roses are going to get here, Late..."
It was directed more towards the group that rode closest to him, but figuring he rode close to Lord Tully, he'd hope the man would get in on the bet... Lew smiled fiendishly, Emmett nodded thoughtfully, and Leyton politely shook his head...
"Alright... Its... One... Two... Thats a Penny... Five, five of these here nice little golden droplets of sunshine says the Roses are late... " And coins changed hands to fill a small, leather pouch.
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Post by Sam on Jun 11, 2009 14:56:27 GMT -5
Fifty mounted Valemen arrive at the camp, with full packs and gear, led by Ser Aaron Royce, and his brother, the Knight of the Bloody Gate. The knights pitch a small camp near the main riverlands camp, while Ser Aaron goes to seek out Lords Tully and/or Greyjoy.
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Jun 12, 2009 4:57:15 GMT -5
Lord Oswell smiles and throws in his lot with Erren's men. "I'll take your bet Erren, and your money if need be," he says with a laugh.
When he sees the Valeman coming his way he spurs his horse forward. "Ser Aaron, come to join in the fun have you?"
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Post by Sam on Jun 12, 2009 10:43:54 GMT -5
"Aye, Lord Tully. His grace the King has commanded me to guide your force through the Vale and augment it with what Valemen I can find. With any luck we will find my lord father who will be most willing to lend his men to hunt down the man that murdered his sister the Queen," Aaron said smiling widely. "When do we leave?"
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Jun 12, 2009 17:52:48 GMT -5
"It is good to have you with us then. I was wondering how we would maneuver through the passes, your guidance will be most welcome. We leave as soon as the Ironborn and Mandermen arrive. It seems they are late as usual. Has Lord Selwyn filled you in on everything?" Oswell looks off back toward Winterfell, hoping to catch a glimpse of those he waited for.
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 12, 2009 20:08:20 GMT -5
A few days after her concert, Lady Shahrizai arrives to the Riverlands camp and to seek out Lord Tully.
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Jun 12, 2009 20:09:49 GMT -5
She finds him waiting with the rest of the Riverland men. Oswell greets her with a warm smile, "My lady, seeing you is a welcome surprise. You almost missed us, we are just now waiting for the rest of our forces before moving off."
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Post by Princess Lyssandra Martell on Jun 12, 2009 20:12:11 GMT -5
She bowed in front of Lord Oswell. "Sorry for wait my lord, voice must heal after few days. I honour word as you westerosi say. You still wish I sing?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.