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Post by Edric Stark on Jun 28, 2009 13:37:16 GMT -5
A company of about thirty people, moving south. Seemingly merchants and sellswords.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 28, 2009 13:49:58 GMT -5
Twenty of the men are Traitors' Sons, wearing black mail concealed beneath dirty tan colored surcoats, and with silk scarfs wrapped around their helmets in the Dornish fashion. each man is carrying a spear, and sword, with their shields slung over their back, each one having been painted a solid blue color. Leading the column was Alister Sands, wearing no helmet but with a flashy blue silk scarf wrapped around his head like a hood.
Slightly ahead of him, was William Hill, looking pale, miserable, and very unDornish. He scouted ahead looking for Corwyn Storm.
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Post by Flex on Jun 28, 2009 13:51:47 GMT -5
Corwyn was at the front of the column, his garb making him feel only slightly uncomfortable. He smiles as the Old Dog reigns in beside him. "Quite a spectacle we'll be, riding through the lands like this."
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Post by Edric Stark on Jun 28, 2009 13:52:54 GMT -5
Alysanne had her hair dyed brown to hide the Targaryen features. She sat atop her horse, waiting for everyone to gather, talking to Ser Joseff quietly.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 28, 2009 13:53:05 GMT -5
Old Dog shrugged, "Maybe, it'll be more fitting as we get closer to Dorne. But I was told our story was that we are escorting Dornish merchants back home, so this is what we came up with."
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Post by Flex on Jun 28, 2009 13:55:10 GMT -5
"I think the worst stretch will be the lands of the marcher lords." Corwyn said, nodding. "If there's any stormland bandits then we're in for a fight... of course once they see we aren't actually dornish it'll be too late."
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Post by The Flint on Jun 28, 2009 14:01:55 GMT -5
"Would be a fierce set of bandits to go after a group as large as this one, especially with such a small baggage train. There wouldn't be much to take." Hill replied, having once been a bandit himeslf.
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Post by Flex on Jun 28, 2009 14:04:55 GMT -5
"Desperate times call for desperate actions." Corwyn added with humor. "Anyway, perhaps we should have a few people scouting ahead."
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Post by The Flint on Jun 28, 2009 14:06:56 GMT -5
"Agreed. Talyn said that your background is more for whispering than guarding but he did stress you're in command. So just tell me what you want done, and I'll see to it."
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Post by Flex on Jun 28, 2009 14:11:21 GMT -5
Corwyn thought for a moment, surveying the land. "Three men about two leagues ahead of us, another two hanging back one league. I'll want reports whenever we rest or they see anything suspicious. We can't be dealing with anyone looming ahead or following us." He looked around for a moment. "And don't let the princess or her brother know."
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Post by The Flint on Jun 28, 2009 14:13:59 GMT -5
"Will do." Hill confirmed, motioning Sands over. "Do you have a reason to think anyone might be following us? From the army I mean?"
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Post by Flex on Jun 28, 2009 14:20:09 GMT -5
"Well, some wise guy might be curious about what we are up to or maybe Horas Martell is suspicious." Corwyn answered. "I'd rather be safe than sorry."
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Post by The Flint on Jun 28, 2009 14:21:14 GMT -5
"Understood." Hill replied, and went off to do as requested.
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Post by Flex on Jun 28, 2009 14:26:45 GMT -5
A figure in black rode up to the company and stopped next to Alysanne. "Milady, might I say good bye?" It was Euric, wearing a cheeky grin.
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Post by Edric Stark on Jun 28, 2009 14:29:39 GMT -5
Alysanne answered with a small smile. "That you may, ser."
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