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Post by Brown Ben on Jun 14, 2009 17:03:20 GMT -5
"For the love of god damned, sons of whores..." Word travelled quickly, as the small cluster of men around Erren began moving, grabbing up arms and armor, pocketing dice and coins, discarding pieces of dried food...
Erren woke up from his seat against the trunk of a tree with a loud snort... He looked abit bewildered, and not the least bit depressed... She was so beautiful too.... Emmett chuckled, clearly delighting in ruining Erren's wonderful dream; And got a punch in the shoulder for his efforts...
Lord Tully saw Erren coming with tin cup in one hand, and boots in the other; He always made a habit of wearing his sword belt, however. "I'm here.. I'm here... What in the name of the gods-damned Seven is going on now?" He asked grumpily, before taking a drink from his worn cup.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 14, 2009 17:08:27 GMT -5
The man removed his helm and thrust out his hand, "Ser Fillion Bracken. Who be you? Foreigner."
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Jun 14, 2009 17:12:54 GMT -5
"For the love of god damned, sons of whores..." Word travelled quickly, as the small cluster of men around Erren began moving, grabbing up arms and armor, pocketing dice and coins, discarding pieces of dried food... Erren woke up from his seat against the trunk of a tree with a loud snort... He looked abit bewildered, and not the least bit depressed... She was so beautiful too.... Emmett chuckled, clearly delighting in ruining Erren's wonderful dream; And got a punch in the shoulder for his efforts... Lord Tully saw Erren coming with tin cup in one hand, and boots in the other; He always made a habit of wearing his sword belt, however. "I'm here.. I'm here... What in the name of the gods-damned Seven is going on now?" He asked grumpily, before taking a drink from his worn cup. "Scouts spotted a group of knights about an hour ago. I just sent a force out to meet them. We wait here for word on what happens. I'm not sure whether it's a diversion or not so make your men ready for a fight either way." |
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Post by Fel on Jun 14, 2009 17:14:22 GMT -5
Amyrio stroked one of the forks of his blue beard. "I am Amyrio Mopatis, knight, and you must be telling your men to put down their weapons for Lord Tully and Queen Rhaenys at once."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 14, 2009 17:17:39 GMT -5
Bracken raised his eyebrows, "Lord Tully? Does this so called Lord and Queen even have any lands. I heard of this farce of a Queen, but this fake Riverlord is news to me."
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Post by Fel on Jun 14, 2009 17:24:28 GMT -5
Amyrio shrugged, "I am not asking for your thoughts. Will you be ordering your men to do as I have told?"
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Post by Brown Ben on Jun 14, 2009 17:26:09 GMT -5
"You know it... Lowf... " He said, speech mumbled as he shoved down a piece of dried bread, washing it down with the liquid in the tin, and cringeing as he swallowed... "Goes down... smooth..."
With his task done, he hobbled back over to his small group of men, visually inspecting each man's armament, adjusting the way a spear was held, tightening shield straps, and trying to put his boots on while looking Important.
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Jun 14, 2009 17:28:37 GMT -5
Oswell sat atop his charger, having sent his captains away to see to their men. Only Aaron seemed to have been brash enough to run off with Amyrio. He looked out in the direction they had gone, waiting for any word of what was happening.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 14, 2009 17:36:14 GMT -5
Amyrio shrugged, "I am not asking for your thoughts. Will you be ordering your men to do as I have told?" "I will not have them killed pointlessly. I agree." Ser Fillion turned and waved toward his men. |
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Post by Fel on Jun 14, 2009 17:42:44 GMT -5
Amyrio nodded, "this is wise." He ordered his men to surround the knights and disarm, then turned the whole group back towards Lord Tully's camp.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 14, 2009 17:47:01 GMT -5
The Riverlanders do not resist. Riding along standing tall in their saddles.
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Jun 14, 2009 17:52:59 GMT -5
Oswell watches as Amyrio leads the twenty knights into camp. He waits until they are brought before him rather than ride to them. He wears his dented and worn mail covered with a tunic bearing the Tully colors. "Well done Master Mopatis. Who do I have the pleasure of addressing," he asks the unfamiliar knights.
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Post by Fel on Jun 14, 2009 17:54:26 GMT -5
Amyrio bowed his head, "I am dipleased I could not be bringing you all thirty men, my lord."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 14, 2009 17:54:31 GMT -5
"I am Ser Fillion Bracken. I assume you are the fool who claims to be Lord Tully." The Knight replied cooly.
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Jun 14, 2009 18:00:01 GMT -5
"You did what you could for now Amyrion, we will have to make due."
He turns to the Bracken, "I am Lord Oswell Tully, son of Lord Selwyn Tully. He, and both of my brothers, were killed fighting the Others and their wight hordes. I am no flase Lord, but the Lord of Riverrun, or what remains of it. Now it is time for me to be asking the questions: who do you serve and where did your ten missing men run off to?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.