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Post by The Forgotten God on May 6, 2015 6:42:49 GMT -5
At the southern end of the Prince's Pass, word reaches the Allies that King Bryce Dayne has assembled his host.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 11, 2015 14:52:17 GMT -5
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The alliance armies gather about the castle. Lord Fowler is executed instantly, Prince Arthur in no mood to hear his protestations of having no choice.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 11, 2015 16:47:15 GMT -5
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The Starks and Lannisters and Baratheons all have good quarters in the castle. The army outside is slowly dispersing as people return to their homes.
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 11, 2015 19:24:50 GMT -5
Robyn is placed in a room after being spirited away after the battle, she felt sick, and pretty much everything hurt. It could be a lot worse, she was just glad she was alive, and in a lot better shape than she had anticipated being in.
She laid on the bed, her nose clear of blood, but still sore, she was not sure if it was broken, not that much could be done about that.
She wondered how others were doing, if Benjen would okay, if the Crowl was well, if Kal was fine. She knew Lord Walter was, and she was glad of it.
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Skyreach
May 12, 2015 5:00:27 GMT -5
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 12, 2015 5:00:27 GMT -5
Hundreds of nobles reside in the case area, and Robyn is fine to walk in a day or so.
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 12, 2015 5:06:10 GMT -5
Robyn leaves the room the day after, having done plenty sleeping, and felt very tender, but otherwise well.
She went down to the hall, looking for Ser Walter, or rather Lord Walter, Robyn reminded herself, having heard Kalvin had gone down to Starfall.
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Skyreach
May 12, 2015 5:16:37 GMT -5
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 12, 2015 5:16:37 GMT -5
Lord Walter is in nominal charge of the northerners while Ben heals. He is in the dining hall eating a pie. Most of the others in the room are kingslanders. The teen lord rises. "Princess!" He moves over to her. "You heal quick," he notes with a grin.
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 12, 2015 5:29:38 GMT -5
"It is in my blood," she said with a smile to the Lord, and motioned for him to sit down again, so he could finish his food, "tomorrow you will no doubt see Benjen in the training yard again, perfectly fine." Her tone was clearly in jest, but lilted with concern, as she very well knew, Benjen was rather badly hurt.
"I am happy to see you are well though, we both lived, who would have thought it?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 12, 2015 5:39:12 GMT -5
"Who would doubt us now?" Walter responded. "That sorcerer could use the dead as weapons and we beat him." He takes a bite. "You should eat. The cooks here make excellent food." He offers her a glass of wine. "It looks like blood. I assume it can replace it."
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 12, 2015 5:57:10 GMT -5
"I assumed that once, and it got me in the clutches of the vile prince of the ironborn and two weeks extra in bed," she said with a laugh but took the goblet with a grateful smile, and also helped herself to some roasted chicken, not wanting to test her stomach with the complexity of a pie.
"Hard to believe he is dead... Thank you, by the way, for stepping in to help me, it was very..." She searched for a word a man from the vale might enjoy more than good, "gallant of you."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 12, 2015 5:59:41 GMT -5
Walter winces a bit as he laughs. "It certainly felt like a story my grandmother would have told me," he said. "But I don't think storybook heroes get hit quite so often. Those dead men had some strength in them." He smiled. "I could hardly leave you to face them alone." The chicken is juicy and delicious. The wine is exactly the cure to any and all aches and pains.
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 12, 2015 6:13:00 GMT -5
"Sorry not, in a few years people will tell of Brave Lord Arryn, single handedly fighting off an army of the undead with naught but this dagger with which to defend himself," she said holding up one of the eating knives for cutting off bits of meat, and grinned at him, cutting off some more of the really excellent chicken, wondering how sky reach had managed to produce it, with the war. " that is how the stories are made, after all... Strong wine," she said looking into the goblet, as if it would tell her how drunk it was likely to get her soon.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 12, 2015 8:05:22 GMT -5
Fairly drunk, but the wine isn't extraordinarily strong. Walter shrugs. "I'd like people to think enough of me to know I'd never jump into battle unprepared," he said. "Unless it was for something worth dying for," he adds, almost offhandedly, smiling at her. King Derek in the corner is talking to his prime bannermen about the battle and what has to be done now. It seems likely the Stormlander lords will be leaving shortly, with no need for soldiers in the area.
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 12, 2015 8:55:26 GMT -5
"Few enough of those things around" she grinned and looked over to the stormlands king, risen from the dead it seemed. "I'll be back in a moment."
She made her way over to him, and waited for a convenient moment, when he had finished talking to some of his lords.
"Your grace, did I hear you were leaving soon?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 12, 2015 10:13:27 GMT -5
Aaron is suffering from a few broken ribs himself, but he smiles and nods his head in deference to the northern princess. "Was thinking about it, my lady," he said. "Dorne is no place for a proper Stormlander, and my lands are bleeding. King's Landing is burned and near gone, and no one has the gold required to repair it to its former glory, not for many years." His big beard hides a fair chunk of his expressions. "I'm surprised you Starks haven't melted yet, coming this far south." He chuckles.
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