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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 10, 2015 19:32:52 GMT -5
Ser Lyonel and Korben advance to the vast farmlands of the Reach/West/Riverlands border. As their caravan moves, they see small burned holdfasts and men hanging from trees. The stone forts are burned out and the ashes have long gone cold.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Jul 10, 2015 20:19:01 GMT -5
Curling his lip in disgust, Lyonel gave orders for the hanged men to be cut down. He moved his men to just out of sight of the caravan, hoping that the caravan would be perceived to be unprotected by any other observers in the area.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 10, 2015 20:21:37 GMT -5
The men comply and the caravan moves on. Scattered pages of the Seven Pointed Star can be seen, burned and fluttering in the wind. The Knights mutter in disgust and continue on.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Jul 10, 2015 21:27:03 GMT -5
Lyonel sent out scouts, as was his usual custom and followed the caravan at a discreet distance, ready to react when needed.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 10, 2015 21:28:33 GMT -5
For another half dozen miles they travel before they see a mob of people in the road, wearing odd looking red and white shirts . None seem armed saved with pitchforks and farm tools.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Jul 10, 2015 22:19:39 GMT -5
Lyonel observed the crowd from his vantage point, giving orders to be ready to intervene if the caravan was stopped or attacked.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Jul 11, 2015 1:28:51 GMT -5
Korben rides at the front of the caravan, doing his best to keep calm as he sees the mob ahead. If this plan is to work, he'd need to leave the fighting to lyonel, and keep himself and his precious cargo of useless stones as bait.
As they near, korben does his best to sound unassuming as he calls out, "Something I can help you gentleman with?" He calls, as the caravan and mob draw closer to one another.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 11, 2015 6:20:55 GMT -5
"Can move on and mind your own business! Tax here is five percent of a cargo by the council's order!" A gruff man calls out. "Not that usury that cunt in Lannisport takes!"
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Jul 11, 2015 19:49:04 GMT -5
Lyonel swore under his breath as the caravan stopped. If the mob found out that they were carrying just rocks, then word would spread and their plan would be dead in the water. Who would attack a caravan of rocks?
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Jul 12, 2015 2:33:51 GMT -5
"Five percent of the cargo? And you call the Lannisport taxes Usury?" Korben said in astonishment, and in irritation. He frowned as he looked the men over, "Your council must not like you lot much. Seeing as how they put you out here to collect taxes, with nothin but shirts and tools...What would happen if a bandit rolled through and you tried collecting his taxes?" He asked, though by his tone it didn't seem like he was actually asking a question.
"So whose this council? First time I ever heard of a council out these parts." He needed information on what was going on if he was to make this convincing, "First time I been out these parts too though. So that might be explaining that."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 12, 2015 12:19:56 GMT -5
"Our lords abandoned us during the war," a man said. "The Faith pillaged our fields and left us with nothin', and that old fuck Lydden's son spent all his time taking that old first night idea at weddings too far. Could only have one wedding in his whole lands a day so he could...attend it," a young man said. "The gods frown on such disgraceful behavior. Then the prophets came back from the East," he said with confidence. "Said man should be free, rule themselves according to laws they make, and you know fucking what? Sounds damned good to us." He shrugged. "You can afford five percent? If not, we'll make a mark of it and you return it on the way back. We ain't out to bankrupt no honest man trying to make his living."
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Jul 13, 2015 16:12:26 GMT -5
Lyonel waited as Korben, and it appeared a representative of the mob, talked. There was no move by the crowd to examine the contents of the caravan that Lyonel could see. They would move if there was.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Jul 14, 2015 0:35:09 GMT -5
"Sounds fair to me. I'd like to pay your toll, but the chest we got there is locked...and ain't none of us have the key." Korben stated plainly as he thumbed back to the chest, which was locked up tightly from being opened. "Key's with the lord we're delivering this to, unfortunately. I got some coin to spare on me, but iffin you want the 5 percent. We'll need to pay it after we get it opened..." He stated plainly.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 14, 2015 1:14:15 GMT -5
The men look about. "We'll accept your word, then," they finally declare. "See if any of you lot on the coast got any honor left. Short enough fucking supply these days," the man said.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Jul 14, 2015 2:16:26 GMT -5
"You have my gratitude, sirs...." Korben said with a solemn face as he went to motion the caravan forward, then paused. He looked between the group, and the path ahead, before he sighed to himself. He reached to his waist to his and shifts through his contents, pulling out 7 silver moons as he rides up to hand them to their leader, "For your generosity at least. Consider it a bonus, not part of the 5 percent owed."
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