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Old Oak
Apr 13, 2015 20:13:18 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 13, 2015 20:13:18 GMT -5
Seat of House Oakheart. Situated on the Sunset Sea, known for enduring more Ironborn raids than anyone save perhaps Seagard.
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Old Oak
Apr 13, 2015 20:20:56 GMT -5
Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 13, 2015 20:20:56 GMT -5
Quentyn's fleet arrives off the coast of Old Oak. They hang back at first, hoping to observe and get a lay of the land.
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Old Oak
Apr 14, 2015 14:26:20 GMT -5
Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 14, 2015 14:26:20 GMT -5
The fleet pulls closer to Old Oak. They stay out of bow range, but attempt to estimate the number of men stationed at the keep.
Naval Scouting: 52
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Old Oak
Apr 14, 2015 15:04:56 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 14, 2015 15:04:56 GMT -5
Scouting 144
Old Oak's garrison is roughly four hundred in the castle, and probably twice that in the town immediately to the south of it. (Accuracy 90% certainty)
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Old Oak
Apr 14, 2015 15:30:03 GMT -5
Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 14, 2015 15:30:03 GMT -5
Quentyn's galleon sails toward the town alone, flying a flag of peace. A messenger is sent to shore in a rowboat, with word that Quentyn would like to speak with whomever is in command.
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Old Oak
Apr 14, 2015 15:31:48 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 14, 2015 15:31:48 GMT -5
Lord Oakheart's son Henry sends word he is welcome to come ashore to talk.
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Old Oak
Apr 14, 2015 15:39:13 GMT -5
Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 14, 2015 15:39:13 GMT -5
Quentyn replies that they ought to meet a few miles south of town, on more neutral ground.
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Old Oak
Apr 14, 2015 15:48:20 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 14, 2015 15:48:20 GMT -5
There is a field south of town a bit that the Reach knight heads.
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Old Oak
Apr 14, 2015 15:51:32 GMT -5
Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 14, 2015 15:51:32 GMT -5
Quentyn rows to sure with a few token guards.
"Lord Oakheart, I take it?" He calls out upon reaching the field. "Lord Quentyn Cleftjaw. How fares Old Oak?"
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Old Oak
Apr 14, 2015 15:55:13 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 14, 2015 15:55:13 GMT -5
"His son Ser Henry, Lord Quentyn. My father is taken ill, and his elder son is away with some of our men." He smiles at the implication. "Our less experienced men." He looks to his fleet. "I take it you aren't fishing?"
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Old Oak
Apr 14, 2015 16:00:32 GMT -5
Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 14, 2015 16:00:32 GMT -5
"A bit, here and there." Quentyn answered, smiling. "But that's just because I like sea bass. Whose army is your brother with, Flowers or Lions?"
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Old Oak
Apr 14, 2015 16:40:16 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 14, 2015 16:40:16 GMT -5
"Flowers," Ser Henry says. "But plenty of lions about, if you like big game hunting."
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Old Oak
Apr 14, 2015 16:53:19 GMT -5
Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 14, 2015 16:53:19 GMT -5
"Oh, I saw. Heard they even took your keep. You don't look much worse for wear."
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Old Oak
Apr 14, 2015 17:04:10 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 14, 2015 17:04:10 GMT -5
"They bypassed us," Ser Henry said. "But King Brynden had bigger fish to fry. Or whatever metaphor you prefer."
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Old Oak
Apr 14, 2015 17:37:24 GMT -5
Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Apr 14, 2015 17:37:24 GMT -5
"He must be confident, if he's leaving enemy keeps at his rear. You get a good look at his forces?"
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