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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Dec 7, 2009 19:34:10 GMT -5
The foremost man removes his helmet to expose silver hair and grey eyes. "I am Lord Rhaegar Targaryen," he greeted. He looked like a common knight, though his hair spoke truly. "We had noticed your band enter the marches. We're not setup far from here. You are from Storms End," he noted the arms.
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Post by Sam on Dec 7, 2009 19:38:54 GMT -5
"Aye, Ser Tarrick, I am. Lord Baratheon charged us to hunt the Vulture Outlaws, and to defer to his cousin's authority should we meet. I take it you are he, my lord?" Tarrick replied.
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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Dec 7, 2009 19:55:49 GMT -5
"Indeed, Ser Tarrick, welcome to the Marches," he laughed. "I take no joy in pillaging villages, though I too would like to see the Vulture dead. Do you bring any news on where the scoundrel may be?"
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Post by Sam on Dec 7, 2009 20:01:07 GMT -5
"We encountered his trail south of Blackhaven and followed it several days ride before it disappeared. All we found were burned out villages, and then we got into Dorne where were were promptly turned away by one of Lord Wyl's men. Lord Steffon believed them to be sheltering the outlaws, but he was forced to return to Storm's End to prepare for the King's arrival."
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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Dec 7, 2009 20:10:13 GMT -5
"We have raided one of the local towns, but found nothing but peasants, a handful of men at arms and a knight. We will attempt to draw the Vultures attention in the same manner again," he said. "The coward cannot hide forever; he has taken too many innocent Stormland lives."
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Post by Sam on Dec 7, 2009 23:43:51 GMT -5
"Lord Steffon feels those tactics will not work. I believe he will not allow himself to be flushed out so easily, perhaps we might need to lay a trap. If we go to a village and put out news that they've acquired wealth, perhaps found a vein of silver in the mountains. Something to lure in the Outlaws and we can strike as they attempt to attack the town."
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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Dec 8, 2009 4:20:37 GMT -5
"My cousin has a sound mind; leave it to him to exploit the greed in a man's heart," Rhaegar laughs. "Very well. Recently I have overseen the creation of a small mining town not far from here. It will be perfect for our trap," he nods.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 8, 2009 9:53:43 GMT -5
Tarrick is confused by this, since no such mining town exists.
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Post by Sam on Dec 8, 2009 15:39:04 GMT -5
"What have you been mining for, Red Sandstone?" Ser Tarrick asked with a chuckle.
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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Dec 8, 2009 16:20:19 GMT -5
Lord Rhaegar sighed. "Silver," he said, seeing the confusion on his face. "Or gold, or whatever you fancy," He tapped his nose. "As far as the vulture knows," he laughed. ""At least that's what spread word will say. There is no such actual mining town if thats what you mean."
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Post by Sam on Dec 9, 2009 20:54:03 GMT -5
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Twenty-five stormknights arrive at the camp established by Ser Tarrick and Rhaegar, bearing a letter from Lord Baratheon. They begin to march southwest.
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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Dec 10, 2009 23:23:44 GMT -5
Five scouts(men at arms) under the command of Duncan search the local hills for any bandits, rouges or forces of interest. They will especially be looking for Ser Whitesand, any of the Vultures men, or any Dornish soldiers.
They will not engage right away.
Duncan - Noteworthy Scouting/Tracking.
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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Dec 11, 2009 12:11:27 GMT -5
The force moves back to Summerhall. They will avoid any convenient roads.
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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Dec 11, 2009 12:33:00 GMT -5
Flittering along the Stormlands and Dornish border, Benjen Farman moves along the familiar cliffsides. He follows the faint trail and markings left by one of Rhaegar's other men who went missing.
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Post by Sam on Dec 29, 2009 13:09:26 GMT -5
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Lord Steffon gives Ser Tarrick the command of the small host moving through the Dornish Marches, and rides back toward Storm's End with fifty knights.
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Hope you all are well and happy.