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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Feb 2, 2010 9:18:50 GMT -5
Kenneth, Brandon RedRiver and Jonathon head towards the camp of the Son's of Light.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Mar 3, 2010 14:04:21 GMT -5
"You think this is the right place to be?" Jonathon asked as the members of the Bloody Chicken Company walked into the camp of the Son's of Light.
"Not sure," Brandon said, "but my guess is these boys are getting restless sitting in Lys so maybe we can convince them to sign on with us," the former Traitor Son Seargant said.
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Post by The Smith on Mar 3, 2010 14:13:25 GMT -5
They are stopped by a patrol of guards, "Halt."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Mar 3, 2010 14:14:52 GMT -5
"Afternoon, I am Ser Kenneth Coyn of the Bloody Chicken Company, I wanted to treat with your captain."
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Post by The Smith on Mar 3, 2010 14:36:39 GMT -5
The sergeant spat lazily, "right." He motioned over a pale swordsman, "Take these men to the boss."
The pale man turned, and hurried into the camp.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Mar 3, 2010 22:31:19 GMT -5
Kenneth, Jonathon and Brandon follows the man towards the camp.
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Post by The Smith on Mar 4, 2010 18:38:53 GMT -5
The pale swordsman lead them up to main pavilion and stuck his head in "Colonel Aburthnut you have guests."
They could hear a deep voice from in the tent say, "Well let them in, too right."
The pale warrior stepped back, and opened the flap for them.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Mar 5, 2010 9:06:31 GMT -5
Kenneth enters first, followed by Red Rivers, and then the Dwarf, he looks over the Colonel.
"Kenneth Coyn," he says thankful to be speaking in his common Westerosi tongue, after years in the free cities he didn't hear it enough. "Thanks for seeing me on such short notice Colonel."
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Post by The Smith on Mar 5, 2010 9:44:27 GMT -5
The Colonel was sitting holding a dirty brown mug. He sipped from it occasionally, and the way he held it was odd because he left his pinky thrust up constantly. He was neatly dressed, with graying blond hair, and a stern expression. "Have I heard of you. You seem vaguely familiar to me."
Behind the mercenary leader was a fat man wearing no shoes who seemed to stair at the Colonel with a hint of devotion.
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Mar 5, 2010 15:59:46 GMT -5
"I don't think we ever met, but if your company saw action with the Free Alliance then we may have crossed paths. My men and I have been in Pentos for a better part of two years saw action twice on the Pentoshi and Norvos roads," Kenneth explained.
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Post by The Smith on Mar 5, 2010 23:52:25 GMT -5
The Colonel nodded, "Too right. We say some action about there some time ago."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Mar 6, 2010 0:15:17 GMT -5
"How has things been here in Lys? Things were pretty dark in Pentos, the Free cities have no idea what they are doing."
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Post by The Smith on Mar 6, 2010 10:17:24 GMT -5
The Colonel nodded, "Lys... is it Lysians?" He paused for a second and then continued, "Their love goddess teaches them many interesting positions, but none are useful in battle."
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Post by Ser Kenneth Coyn on Mar 7, 2010 22:46:53 GMT -5
Kenneth laughs, "of course its not that they need much teaching in that area."
"Have you heard any news from home, the last I heard the King had married his sister and put his brother's head on a spike?"
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Post by The Smith on Mar 8, 2010 11:57:37 GMT -5
"About the same. It seems the Tagaryens returned in truth finally." The Colonel said with a vague hint of a frown.
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