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Post by The Smith on Jun 11, 2009 18:16:23 GMT -5
Small town on the trident north of Harrenhal
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Post by The Flint on Jun 11, 2009 18:19:45 GMT -5
Talyn had caught up with Old Dog, and the remainder of the Traitors' Sons just shy of Lord Harroway's town, and they moved to approach the outskirts of the town warily.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 11, 2009 18:22:26 GMT -5
As they approach they see a large camp on either side of the river. They are all under the Crowned Stag. And those on the near side also fly the Royce of the Eyrie banner. The far bank is host to Mallister and more Baratheon banners.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 11, 2009 18:25:18 GMT -5
Talyn coughed into his mailed fist. They may have mighty banners, but they were commanded by men who'd sat and protected their own little fiefs, or robbed their brothers of theirs, instead of defending their realm. He could only hold them in contempt.
The small force approached the borders of the camp, and Talyn waited to be challenged by a sentry.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 11, 2009 18:30:22 GMT -5
Three knights stopped him well short of the camp, "Who goes there?"
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Post by The Flint on Jun 11, 2009 18:31:03 GMT -5
"Ser Talyn Thatcher." He replied, "and company."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 11, 2009 18:32:42 GMT -5
"Fuck off." The Knight smiled grimly. "This bridge is closed to you. And if it were any other day I would fucking gut you until you squealed."
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Post by The Flint on Jun 11, 2009 18:33:50 GMT -5
"I have orders to report to Harrenhal. And there will never be a day when you could do that. So let's not pretend otherwise. Now stand aside, or fetch your superior officer," Talyn said firmly.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 11, 2009 18:36:16 GMT -5
The man laughed, "I do not give a fuck about your orders. I know who you are, but all we agreed to was not start any battles. We never agreed to let filth like you pass through out camp. Go buy a fucking boat." He jerked his thumb down the road Thatcher had walked.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 11, 2009 18:38:03 GMT -5
Talyn nodded, and got off his horse, coming closer, but not yet in hand to hand range. "Do either of you two have opinions of your own, or is does this man speak for all of you?"
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Post by The Smith on Jun 11, 2009 18:40:56 GMT -5
"Fuck your father." One man cried out.
The other sighed, "We have orders to not let you pass. "Fuck Thatcher and his son" are the exact orders." He pointed up river, "A day or two that way there is a ferry man still operating."
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Post by The Flint on Jun 11, 2009 18:42:43 GMT -5
"Who issued your orders," Talyn said, calmly now. Anyone who told Thatcher senior to fuck off was alright in Talyn's book.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 11, 2009 18:44:12 GMT -5
"Lord Royce commands here." The third man replied.
The first two glare at him coldly.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 11, 2009 18:46:04 GMT -5
"Excellent. I commend Lord Royce's quality judgment of character. Where did you say the crossing was again?" Talyn said, leaning forward slightly.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 11, 2009 18:48:51 GMT -5
The man pointed up the river, "two days upriver. It used to be a village, but the wights got them all before." He wiped at his brow.
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