Karyl Crowl
Prince
Proud Proprietor of Crowl's Crossbone Construction Company
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Apr 15, 2015 23:40:13 GMT -5
"I wouldn't say for nothing, my prince. The next time King Tyrell tries to take your lands or anyone else's under his reign he will surely think better of it." Crowl states with another mouthful.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 16, 2015 6:47:57 GMT -5
Benjen looked at the Crowl, then looked away. "If you say. Yes."
He rose and searched for Prince Aaron, then made his way to the man.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Apr 16, 2015 8:13:20 GMT -5
Dudley leaves the field when the battle was over. Once the adrenaline was gone utter exhaustion kicked in. He was surprised to even have survived the battle. Tougher men had fallen today. He went back to his tent and found his man Otho inside. Otho had gathered a few camp followers into the tent on the promise of one of the great warriors of the battle would be returning to it. Dud did come to the tent but you couldn't say he even noticed the followers. Dud hobbled in on his hurt knee and laid right down in his bed. The battle took a toll on his body and mind and he just went to sleep. Hopefully to be woken at least by Otho when the host moves again.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 16, 2015 10:31:38 GMT -5
Prince Aaron is rounding up the remainder of his small army, the remnants of the once-mighty Baratheon force. He turns to the prince. "Your Grace. It has been a bloody day, but we appreciate the support you've shown us." He takes a seat with a flask. "House Stark was always a friend to my family."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 16, 2015 10:38:02 GMT -5
"And we will remain one," Benjen said, the fog clearing a little from his head. "I am sorry about your family, Prince Aaron. I hear there was fighting in the city... what will you do now?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 16, 2015 10:58:54 GMT -5
He shook his head. "I may as well go with you, now. Bryce Dayne is no friend of mine. His son even less so." He licks his dry lips. "My sister was taken prisoner when Vhagus destroyed my home. Lord Rykker and Admiral Celtigar took a force to find her." He shakes his head. "I'm not meant to rule. Too angry, father always said." He turned to him. "If I join with you all, I want Storm's End. Let someone else have that fucking island and that shit hole of a city."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 16, 2015 11:05:47 GMT -5
"I cannot promise you anything, Prince Aaron, especially not after... today," Benjen responded. "But we would be happy to have you with us. Storm's End will be yours if it comes to it. I hope your sister will be found."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 16, 2015 11:07:32 GMT -5
Aaron nods. "Your wife already poached my fleet," he chuckled, "not that we had the men to man it anyway. i'm getting some sleep, now. Tomorrow will be another long day."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 16, 2015 11:09:21 GMT -5
Benjen nods, leaving the talk about what Joanna and the fleet had spoken about to another day. "We all need sleep now. We'll march north in a few days."
With that he heads off.
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