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Ashford
Apr 17, 2015 18:00:48 GMT -5
Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Apr 17, 2015 18:00:48 GMT -5
The town of Ashford on the upper Cockleswhent River.
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Ashford
Apr 17, 2015 18:02:27 GMT -5
Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Apr 17, 2015 18:02:27 GMT -5
Ser Harys Farman arrives in Ashford with five attendants. Dressed in plain clothes for the moment the men seek an audience at the castle with whoever is in charge.
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Ashford
Apr 18, 2015 6:42:30 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 18, 2015 6:42:30 GMT -5
Lady Scarlett Ashford is present, all the menfolk in an army or recently deceased.
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Ashford
Apr 18, 2015 7:50:57 GMT -5
Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Apr 18, 2015 7:50:57 GMT -5
Harys Farman bowed and introduced himself to Lady Ashford.
"King Rycherd sends his greetings and condolences on Ser Denys' passing, my lady . He was a brave man and His Grace regrets his passing immensely."
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Ashford
Apr 18, 2015 7:52:49 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 18, 2015 7:52:49 GMT -5
"My son, yes, brave," she said. "What is it that you need, Ser Harys?" The castle is in mourning.
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Ashford
Apr 18, 2015 17:49:43 GMT -5
Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Apr 18, 2015 17:49:43 GMT -5
"His Grace is continuing the fight my lady. Highgarden is under siege by the Lannisters and this cannot be allowed to continue. His Grace wishes all loyal men to be sent to him at Summerhall where he is raising another host. And few are more loyal than Ashford." replied Harys.
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Ashford
Apr 18, 2015 18:31:06 GMT -5
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 18, 2015 18:31:06 GMT -5
"None," the lady says sadly. "Which is why my husband our son are buried now. We have our household guard and little else, save those few in your army or the ones in the Starks prisons."
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Ashford
Apr 18, 2015 18:45:11 GMT -5
Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Apr 18, 2015 18:45:11 GMT -5
Harys looked in pity at Lady Ashford. "Then do what you can to defend yourself here, my lady. King Rycherd will not forget the service of your House and for the Seven. May the Mother bless you."
He looked to his attendants and nodded. "Time is of the essence my lady, I shall trouble you no more."
Within the hour, they were travelling north-west down the Cockleswhent River towards Cider Hall.
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