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Post by Sam on Jun 14, 2009 0:53:13 GMT -5
A small squad of Valemen unobtrusively slips way from the back of the column, and begin to move back toward the coast.
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Post by Brown Ben on Jun 14, 2009 4:30:38 GMT -5
Erren almost collapsed onto his knees and kissed the ground after he exited the boat; During the entire trip, he nad the portside railing had been good friends...
He rounded up his Shady Glenners, and with a combination of hand and arm movements (Some of them quite rude), brought them all together, "Keep the lighter infantry up front, keep the bowmen behind them. Horse men in back. Stay ready, stay alert, keep an eye open for the Traitor's Sons... And be ready to run 'em down. Make sure the Riverlanders know this; I don't know about those Roses or the Salties, but make sure we keep up the quiet. Hit 'em hard, hit 'em fast. May the Seven be with you."
"And the Seven with you."
And with that, they broke apart, and his column began moving out.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Jun 14, 2009 5:45:27 GMT -5
"Let's take a walk, then." Ragnor tells her, leading her away from the column of troops. As soon as they reach the trees, he pushes her against one and plants her with a strong kiss. "Can't take too long, sadly," He whispers, "Don't want to get left behind." Ganieda just smiled. "You'd better shut up then." She worked on undoing his breeches and took his member out, playing until it was as hard as the tree she was pushed against. |
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Jun 14, 2009 9:15:26 GMT -5
The scouts Lord Tully had dispatched in all directions had finally reported back, telling him of a small group of men breaking away from the Vale army. Oswell turned red at the news and immediately rode for the end of the line.
When he came upon Royce he pulled up hard, looking none to happy. "Ser, I have heard unsettling news and I would know why your men have broken off from the rear-guard. I gave orders for you to keep your men in line, not have them ride off as soon as we are under way. you had better have a good reason for taking on your own notions of command Ser."
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Post by Sam on Jun 14, 2009 13:05:28 GMT -5
Ser Aaron shrugged. "I sent my brother and a few knights up the High Road, to find my father at the Eyrie in hope of bringing more men to our cause. I would have sent him alone, but the Mountain Clans have been right restless the past few years so the road is not safe unless one travels with a modest force."
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Jun 14, 2009 13:08:53 GMT -5
"Though your intentions are in the right place Ser, I would ask you confer with me before taking it into your head to do something. Do no think yourself above my command or that being at the back here hides you from my eyes. Do as you are commanded Ser, nothing more noting less unless I tell you otherwise. Are we clear? This is to be a SECRET mission, none were to know we are here."
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Post by Sam on Jun 14, 2009 13:10:26 GMT -5
Ser Aaron fought the urge to roll his eyes. "Aye, Lord Tully, a secret. I am sure you have eyes everywhere."
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Jun 14, 2009 13:25:47 GMT -5
Oswell eyed the man, not missing the sarcasm. "I do not hope to stay hidden for long SEr, we are a large force. But I will not have unncessasary risks being taken. Your thoughts are in the righ place but it was needless. Keep your men and yourself in line Ser, I will not warn you again. Should you have any questions or concerns you know where to find me."
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Post by Sam on Jun 14, 2009 13:32:03 GMT -5
"I assume the King has moved through Moat Cailin by now, so that the young dragon can go reclaim her sister, correct? How will we know when to move against Thatcher's men, since we cannot risk camping closer to Harrenhal? The royal party will be coming from the north, and it's not like we've got lines of communication with them," Aaron replied, losing his sarcastic edge and immediately adopting a businesslike tone.
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Jun 14, 2009 13:35:37 GMT -5
"I have scouts out ahead of us scanning the countryside. It is the Queen that will be riding, not Lord Selwyn. I plan to camp a few days ride from Harrenhal where she will be headed so as to be close enough to be ready. My scouts have orders to approach her when they see her party and tell her where we are. It is not ideal but we do have eyes on Harrenhal. The woods around the keep are thick and rarely traveled so it will give us a safe and secluded place to stay until she arrives, and the pan is to be there at the same time as her. If all goes well there should be little time between when we arrive and when she does."
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Post by Sam on Jun 14, 2009 13:41:39 GMT -5
"What were Sel, -er, the King's orders exactly? We're simply to wait, or are we actually going to attack Thatcher's men? We don't have nearly enough to attempt to fight our way into a castle like Harrenhal, and I believe Thatcher threatened to kill the Targaryen Princess if we move against him; her grace will be right sore if we get her sister killed."
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Jun 14, 2009 13:50:26 GMT -5
"Lord Selwyn...made it very clear. We are not to attack Harrenhal. We are simply to ambush thatcher's forces while he meets with the Queen. this is her plan, and so if her sister dies it will be on her hands though I do not plan on letting that happen. Our archers will cut down any men close to her before we charge them if it can be done. If Thatcher does indeed kill the princess he will find himself in a world of troulble which he has never imagined."
Oswell rides along for a bit in silence, brooding over the fight to come. "Any who yield are to be given quarter though. We are no butchers. And you would do well to remember that it is Queen Rhaenys who is in charge now, not Lord Selwyn."
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Post by Sam on Jun 14, 2009 13:53:59 GMT -5
"The Eyrie kneels to his grace, King Selwyn I Baratheon, the true-born heir to King Rodrick III. His wife is the Queen, to be sure, but no woman can rule the realm." Ser Aaron said defiantly.
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Jun 14, 2009 14:13:16 GMT -5
"Your pride and lose tongue will be the end of you Ser," Oswell days flatly. "Rhaenys is our Queen by right of birth and conquest, a fact you are too proud to admit. Lord Selwyn bent the knee and married her in the name of peace. If you are too pig-headed to accept that then you will soon find yourself infront of Queen's justice. She has won this war for us and brings us South to take back what is ours, you will mind your tongue where it concerns the Queen. To do any less is treason, do not forget it Ser."
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Post by Erik on Jun 14, 2009 14:27:34 GMT -5
Ganieda just smiled. "You'd better shut up then." She worked on undoing his breeches and took his member out, playing until it was as hard as the tree she was pushed against. Ragnor stays silent, following her advice. He pulls her leather jerkin up and over her head, tosses it aside, and takes one of nipples into his mouth while kneading her other breast. His free hand slips down into her breeches. |
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5