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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 25, 2015 19:04:15 GMT -5
A modest castle near the Blackwater, Tumbleton is the western edge of the former Kingsland, and a close staging area to King's Landing itself.
The castle is atop a hill, and the siblings see a small force camped in the town beneath it. Getting in could be annoying.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 25, 2015 19:10:38 GMT -5
"Well, we tried" Robyn said, looking at the town and the force.
"We need some kind of a plan to get in... " she looked to see if the town surrounded the hill, or if it was just on one side, or two. if it was on all sides, which side was weakest.
"If they have been here as long as the northern army has been at the Antlers, they are getting bored and lazy, that should make them complacent, they won't be expecting just two people. If we wait until night, we could maybe just... avoid the guards on night duty and then try and infiltrate the castle. There must be a weakened side to it."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 25, 2015 20:16:24 GMT -5
The town is on the west side of the castle, but that is also where the keep entrance is. A forest grows to the south, and the north and east have miles of fields. Nick looks it over. "That's true. Scale it or go for deception?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 25, 2015 20:25:55 GMT -5
Robyn thinks for a second.
"We have done a lot of scaling lately, maybe tricking our way in will work for this one. We could try and disguise ourselves, if most of the men are baratheon loyalists. I doubt they will be doing their hardest work for their new Dornish masters. Once we get inside, we can go back to sneaking around... before that, we should try and find out where the boy is kept. Towns still need to function, maybe it has a tavern. Armies have camp followers." The last part made her look with distaste.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 25, 2015 20:30:29 GMT -5
"Dibs on the soldier disguise," he said. "I'll hold on to your weapons. Soldiers never trust whores with weapons," he said.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 25, 2015 20:39:07 GMT -5
Robyn looked at him for a long warning, Kal's warning constantly ringing now in her ears, every time she looked at him, but she nodded. "I do not know what men trust about whores," she pointed out, thinking she should at least put a dress on over her trousers and shirt.
"I want to keep a dagger, I should be able to hide that..l and if we get separated..."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 25, 2015 20:58:46 GMT -5
"Strap it between your shoulder blades," he suggested. "Men never look there. You should dirty yourself up a bit, too. Fortunately, Ser Gavin the Gallant can be as clean as he wants."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 25, 2015 21:04:39 GMT -5
Robyn already had the dirt of a few days ride on germ if that was not dirty enough, "the gallant? Let's not make things too unbelievable," she commented, and looked down to the town, "where can we get what we need from? I mean you an kill a guard... I suppose I will need to sneak into the town to find a dress..."
She took her bow from off her shoulder and her short sword from her hip, and handed them over to Nick. "This bow has been with me longer than you, if it comes to saving yourself and saving it, I trust you to make the right choice" she was probably joking.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 25, 2015 21:09:21 GMT -5
He puts the sword at his hip and slings the bow over his back with his longsword. "I know my place in life....whore," he says with a wink. "Just unbutton the shirt when I'm not looking...please gods when I'm not looking, and you'll be a perfectly respectable prostitute." He looks to the town. "I'll head to the yard. Always find some braggart willing to lose his belongings to a stranger."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 25, 2015 21:12:56 GMT -5
"Respectable, is hardly what I am going for, " she said, and turned away, "where should we meet? I can come to the yard when I have found the location f the boy? Or will you come to the tavern?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 25, 2015 21:31:18 GMT -5
"If you seek me out it might look suspicious. What's more natural than a man coming to a tavern to let off some of the day's troubles?" He notes that she seems to be a bit shorter with him than normal... "Is something wrong?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 25, 2015 21:53:15 GMT -5
"Nope, just, you know, this is further out of the norm for me than it would for you" she assured him, "at the tartan then," she grinned abd went to the tow, unbuttoning some buttons as she went .
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 25, 2015 22:04:16 GMT -5
Nick nods and goes his way, hopefully not to betray her. Robyn enters the town and sees a usual sort of attitude. No one seems worried about any chance of Lord Kalvin's host coming south, and drunken Dornishmen and stormlanders and foreign mercenaries are everywhere. The Stark girl doesn't even get to a tavern before a man who appears to be some sort of knight walks to her. "What you charging...schweetie?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 26, 2015 3:26:42 GMT -5
"Wa'er... Food." She started, putting a bit of desperation in her voice as well as an accent. She tried to see if this was a dornishman or a baratheon loyalist. She looked round with frightened eyes, at the other soldiers "...prote'tion, milord"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 26, 2015 7:09:45 GMT -5
This was easier than our dear knight had thought. He looks Stormlander, but then some of them had joined Bryce willingly to oppose the Red God. "Good, girl," he said in a reassuring voice, like talking to a scared horse. "I'll take good care of ye," he only slurred a bit. He grabs her arm. "Come siiit with me." He pulls her into a tavern and a party is going on. What they're celebrating is unclear.
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