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Post by Robyn Stark on May 17, 2015 14:38:09 GMT -5
"Then I am glad we shall be having real men, such as yourself fighting him, showing those from the east what fear in the face of dragonfire is" she said, liking his bravado, "Any person who can shape the weather though, has earned my...trepidation."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 17, 2015 14:44:31 GMT -5
"Rain or snow, we fight anyway," he said. "Once he is dead maybe we can focus on knitting the kingdom back together. Food is more pressing an issue than security right now. The reach' great farmlands have been obliterated."
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 17, 2015 14:48:13 GMT -5
"That is true. it will take time to repair them, clear them for sowing again, Perhaps that is what we should demand for the blood spilt." Robyn supposed, "There has to be someone these wars are not going to touch."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 17, 2015 14:56:51 GMT -5
"Somewhat ironically," mychel said, "the North." He explains, "lord Stark lost a single real castle and gained Flint's Finger back."
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 17, 2015 15:21:52 GMT -5
"Not so hit,perhaps, it is so far from dorne... We went down." She shrugged. "Though now Lord Kalvin has wildlings and... Who have killed three thousand of his civilians, admittedly, less than most."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 17, 2015 15:57:38 GMT -5
"Exactly," he said. "He won this war, for true." He smiles. "I like your dress."
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 17, 2015 17:43:50 GMT -5
"Thank you, it makes for a nice change," she conceded, "Take a good look, I doubt I shall be wearing one again for some time."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 17, 2015 18:12:49 GMT -5
"And why is that?" Mychel looked interested. "You're good with weapons and you regularly use those. If you are good with a dress you should use those as often as possible, too."
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 17, 2015 18:22:29 GMT -5
"Wearing a dress like this into battle.. would certainly give the enemy pause, perhaps I should approach my father in making all his warriors wear one. Kalvin Stark in a dress, he strikes me as a red, though he will likely insist on grey."robyn replied. "I just meant that it's been a good few months since i have worn one, due to prior commitments making it impractical, and with the fighting to come, i will likely have to return to not wearing them. It is also a lot of hassle getting like" she waved her hands in front of her, "this every day, when i could just throw on a shirt and a pair of hoes."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 17, 2015 20:58:24 GMT -5
Mychel shrugged. "His legs are too hairy," he said, "for a dress. Perhaps one day we can all wear clothes less suited for war," he finally said. "But it is a good diversion now and again." He smiles. "I heard you scaled the Eyrie."
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 18, 2015 1:17:21 GMT -5
Robyn searched her memory for any deeds she had been told he'd done, she did not want to talk just about herself.
"Yes, it was perhaps the scariest thing I have done."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 18, 2015 6:31:08 GMT -5
Mychel is young and until his father died at Blackhaven he hadn't had much chance for independent command. He is supposed to be a talented fighter and he had done well Skyreach, but Robyn hadn't seen him much since they were children. "Sounds awe inspiring. Staying here until we go east?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 18, 2015 7:57:27 GMT -5
"Perhaps," she said, not wanting everyone to know she was going north, if she still was, though Nick said they should take people with them. "I shall see, I am restless by nature. How about you? Going to return to river run?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 18, 2015 8:40:03 GMT -5
Benjen was sat at the head of the large feast table that had been set up, Cassana beside him. He wore red and greys, perhaps a mixture of the Stark and Targaryen colours, though he remained seated for the most, still nursing a wound.
"How are you finding the city?" He asked Cassana as he poured himself a cup of water.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 18, 2015 9:49:06 GMT -5
Mychel shrugs. "For a bit, but my sisters are wed and my grandfather is a bit cantankerous, so I'll find an excuse to slip off soon enough. If we're going east it'll take a lot of effort to find men too; going so far for no real reason for the kingdom or gain for its lords or knights will be a tough sell after all the war we've had."
Cassana is looking about, the city much smaller than most she has had experience with. "It is...different," she said. "Meereen and Yunkai could fit a hundred or more of these each, but it is," she searches for a word, "charming." She sips at wine. "Rhaegys will be able to fly shortly."
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