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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 2, 2009 21:05:57 GMT -5
"Well I guess thats our signal to get a move on. An honor meeting you Ser Rodrick, good Luck in the future."
Kenneth gets up and moves towards his camp.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 2, 2009 21:23:26 GMT -5
The men of Tyrosh's army assemble on the parade ground. The Captain-General Antonious takes the dais, and awaits quiet.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Dec 2, 2009 21:30:43 GMT -5
Kenneth silences his men and waits for the information to be passed.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 2, 2009 21:42:20 GMT -5
"Men, The moment you have been waiting for is now here. Tomorrow morning we march North toward Pentos, where we will liberate her from Braavosi dominion. Get a good night's sleep tonight. Tomorrow we go to war!"
There was not much cheering, because sellswords do not much care for patriotic speeches.
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Post by Sam on Dec 2, 2009 22:01:40 GMT -5
Ser Rodrick returns to his ships, and readies them to sail on the morrow.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 2, 2009 22:03:27 GMT -5
As the sailors return to their ships, the captains are brought into a tent to meet with the High Admiral.
The Admiral is an extremely tall lanky man, with a red and blue forked beard, which matches his long surcoat. He nods to each of the captains as they enter and sit down.
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Post by Sam on Dec 2, 2009 22:10:01 GMT -5
Ser Rodrick enters after a short Lyseni Pirate. He wore black chainmail under a gold surcoat with his black crowned dragon imposed on the chest, and a flanged mace hug at his waist. He sat and waited for the Admiral to give his orders.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 2, 2009 22:13:09 GMT -5
"Men. We will be sailing our fleet south, to blockade Volantis and force them to come to terms with the new realities and join our Free alliance. If we encounter any naval opposition, we will destroy them," He cleared his throat, and scanned the room to make sure there was no confusion.
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Post by Sam on Dec 2, 2009 22:14:49 GMT -5
"Can we trust them to join the alliance, my lord?" Ser Rodrick asked, speaking up. "How can we know that they will not simply betray the Archons' cause when it comes to swords with their Braavosi masters?"
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 2, 2009 22:22:50 GMT -5
"Very well," The Admiral says pointedly, "seeing as there are no questions, each of you report to your ships. Keep a good formation. If you encounter any Braavosi ships on the way south, feel free to engage, but I want you ready to form up in Volantis within the next two weeks so no lollygagging."
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Post by Sam on Dec 2, 2009 22:23:51 GMT -5
Rodrick exits the tent, rolling his eyes, and makes his way towards his ships to prepare.
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Hope you all are well and happy.