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Post by Tallahar on Jun 30, 2009 18:05:58 GMT -5
The castle and town of House Hunt.
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Post by Tallahar on Jun 30, 2009 18:06:36 GMT -5
Edmure rode up to the Tumbleton to see if he could find any one remaining.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 30, 2009 18:11:25 GMT -5
There was this one guy, wearing a blue tunic, and brown pantaloons. He stands on the road approaching the keep, and plucks at a silver lute. As he sees Dawnrose getting closer he begins to tink out a merry song, and sing. His song could have been pretty in the hands of a competent singer, and he hit more wrong notes then right.
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Post by Tallahar on Jun 30, 2009 18:14:20 GMT -5
Edmure stops next to the man, "Hello goodman tell me do you know how many people are still here."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 30, 2009 18:16:37 GMT -5
"Thirty." He sung, "Not fifty, or forty, but thirty, and they are nice and pleasant and heroes every one." His voice lilted along each word, and his playing accompanied every word.
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Post by Tallahar on Jun 30, 2009 18:18:24 GMT -5
"Only thirty people... Do you know of anymore news from the Mander?"
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Post by The Smith on Jun 30, 2009 18:46:51 GMT -5
The man sang in a high falsetto, "There once was a merry land known for bees and honey. The fields are wide and you won't see a bunny. Every one there is completely fair, and the will take any dare, and have the world's fastest mare. In addition to my claims, they are completely with out aims."
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Post by Tallahar on Jun 30, 2009 18:50:39 GMT -5
Edmure had enough of the man and rode past him with his host towards the town.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 1, 2009 2:47:16 GMT -5
He reached the town. The men and woman stare at him as they hurry about their business.
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Post by Tallahar on Jul 1, 2009 19:19:45 GMT -5
"Can anyone tell me of a leader in Tumbleton. I have returned from North to bring the Mander to peace."
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Post by The Smith on Jul 1, 2009 22:14:06 GMT -5
A man chuckled, "Lord Neal stands on the road into town, with his fucking lute. He looked into some blue eyes and it unsettled his soul. He threw off his armor and sword and became a bard."
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Post by Tallahar on Jul 1, 2009 23:01:50 GMT -5
"Who is Lord Neal? Lord Randyll Hunt Of Tumbleton travels with me."
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Post by The Smith on Jul 2, 2009 1:48:24 GMT -5
The man stopped, "We had heard he died up north. Lord Neal Hunt his cousin has commanded here for two years now. He married Randyll's widow to tie the line too."
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Post by Tallahar on Jul 2, 2009 4:19:59 GMT -5
"Well I can tell you that Lord Randyll is very much alive... and he does not sing. Tell me goodman do you know anything of the condition of the Mander."
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Post by The Smith on Jul 2, 2009 7:43:29 GMT -5
"It flows strong" He replied, "At least last time I heard."
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