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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Jun 15, 2009 19:22:09 GMT -5
"You seem happy. My men from Lord Harroway's Town have just returned with their report. The lords Mallister, Baratheon, and Royce are our allies, thought not sworn to Rhaenys. Baratheon said that it would due to send men to the bizarre there to find information on Thatcher. I would like you to go, bring your men with you and find out what you can. blend in and do not give us away. I put my trust in you Erren."
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Post by Brown Ben on Jun 15, 2009 19:30:45 GMT -5
He snorted at that... Well. at least it sounds easier than cutting the way through armed men....
"I'm in the fucking Riverlands, Lord Tully. That's damned well reason enough to be happy, I think."
He mulled what Lord Tully said over in his mind... Hells, it wouldn't be to hard to get hired out by someone working for Thatcher... Asking questions was never cheap work though...
"You want us to try and get in with Thatcher's boys? Asking around is a might expensive though... Especially if you're asking the wrong questions, I think."
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Jun 15, 2009 19:35:57 GMT -5
"You will have all that is required, you have only to tell me what you need. I don't expect you to get in among his men, only ask questions here and their, who he is leading and how people feel about him. If what Baratheon says is true then he is more outnumbered than he thinks. An assault on the castle may not be long in coming. Go now, find what you can and be back here. Do no forget what I have told you in the past, you will be rewarded for your deeds, most handsomely."
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Post by Brown Ben on Jun 15, 2009 19:52:17 GMT -5
He seemed to already know, the list forming in his mind: Gold and silver, alot. Colors, whatever kinds of Lord tabards, or surcoats they could find. And... paint.
Soon, the horsemen had mounted up; Emmett and Erren wearing Riverlords tabards that had been faded with "time", and plenty muscle and river stones to rub against. "Lucky" Lew wore no colors, although he had scrounged up a long brown tabard, while Leyton, ever the knight, donned his old, and the only truely legitimate surcoat, which had once had emblazoned upon them some minor house in the Vale. They had all, however, painted on their new heraldry: A crudely drawn brown two storey building, with three silver windows on the top storey, and a black door flanked by two more silver windows on the lower storey. The Shady Glen Rest Knights.
Their clothing was plain, dirtied and patched, their equipment sharp, but faded and dull in sheen, and they, well, smelled like horses and the road (And Lew bitched they smelled like the ocean still...), as they rode off towards the markets.
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Jun 16, 2009 19:00:14 GMT -5
After Oswell received the report on the Dornish camp he watches as Amyrio ride away to yet another camp, we was becoming quite the useful man. Oswell turns to James, "I have another job for you James, I am sorry to keep you running back and forth. Go back to the Queen in LordHarroway's Town, tel her of the Dornish allegiance."
James nods, "Yes milord, I will leave at once." And so he did, riding hard for the town.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 18, 2009 18:58:12 GMT -5
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The Traitors' Sons reconstitute east of Harrenhal. They are soon rejoined by their Captain, his lieutenants, and his recent bride.
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Post by swedishchameleon on Jun 19, 2009 1:35:50 GMT -5
Jack took a waterskin from one of his men. He downed the whole thing in a few minutes, and looked up to the sky and gave it a smile and a bow with his head.
He then leaned against a oak-tree, waiting for the Captain to give some orders.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 19, 2009 8:30:25 GMT -5
Talyn was just happy to see the sun again after those days locked inside Harrenhal.
"Alright boys. For now let's make up a camp. We're in enemy territory, so I want a palisade up before we hit the sack. Tomorrow we'll break west and try to meet up with Lord Selwyn."
"hey Jack, come here a second..."
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Jun 19, 2009 8:55:20 GMT -5
A lone soldier rides into the camp looking for the leader. He wears nothing noting his rank or allegiance.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 19, 2009 9:04:31 GMT -5
He is quickly approached by two Traitors' Sons.
"Halt there. Give me your name, and who you be with..." The one on the right says, reaching for the reins of the horse, while the other one keeps a pike at the ready.
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Jun 19, 2009 9:06:55 GMT -5
He stopped abruptly, looking at each man. "I am Ser James Rivers and I bear a message for your commander. Who I serve would be better to remain unknown for now. But know that I am a friend and bear no trouble."
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Post by The Flint on Jun 19, 2009 9:13:04 GMT -5
The one Traitors' Son turns to the other with a puzzled look,
"How come it is that you point a pike at someone these days, and they think the words you tell 'em are a suggestion?" He asks his comrade. The other one shrugs.
"Alright Rivers, whoever you work for, dismount slowly." The man says, when this has been accomplished, the soldier on the right gestures towards another man in black mail, wearing a red stripe on his shoulder to indicate status.
"The sergeant will take you in to see the Captain. Just follow him, and don't fuck about."
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Jun 19, 2009 9:16:59 GMT -5
James nodded, "As I said, I mean no harm. You may take my sword if it makes you feel better. I only mean to deliver a message and perhaps gain some information."
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Post by The Flint on Jun 19, 2009 9:18:55 GMT -5
They do indeed take the man's sword, and he is escorted into a small tent, which is identical to that of all the other soldiers. Inside however, is Talyn Thatcher, William Hill, and an petite woman with a short bob of red hair.
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Post by Lord Connor Tully on Jun 19, 2009 9:23:06 GMT -5
James goes to a knee, not knowing who he would be addressing. "My lords, I bear a message from my liege who is camped not far from hear. He wishes to know who you are and who you serve."
James tended to be more forward than most messages, thinking there was no need to say more than was needed.
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Hope you all are well and happy.