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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 19, 2015 22:31:36 GMT -5
Hector attacks viciously, a touch of genuine youthful jealousy behind his strokes now. But he has only most of Kalvin's basic styles, hike his brother has known those techniques for years. The fight is three minutes long, and Hector manages a blow to his shoulder, but Benjen wins again with a straight out assault. Everyone cheers the match.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Jul 20, 2015 5:55:51 GMT -5
Benjen takes a few big breaths before clapping his brother on the shoulder. "A few years and some more battles and you'll be a right terror, Hector. Just don't let emotions overtake you."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 20, 2015 6:24:52 GMT -5
Hector leans on the sword, breathing heavily. "Right. Emotions." Off to another side they see their other sister dueling in a dress.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Jul 20, 2015 6:27:02 GMT -5
"Oh, Robyn..." Benjen said when he saw his sister, before turning back to Hector. "Tell me truly, how many men have you killed for certain?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 20, 2015 6:48:32 GMT -5
Hector frowns. "Four. Kalvin did all the executions." He laughs. "Fewer than her," he noted. "I tried to lead more than fight."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Jul 20, 2015 6:55:00 GMT -5
"In that case I have some books for you," Benjen said cheerfully. "No doubt you've reason some of them but they're an essential read on command." He looked over briefly to the girl who had made eyes at Hector. "Now go and have some fun with a lady," He said, nudging his brother in the ribs.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 20, 2015 7:28:41 GMT -5
Hector looked to the girl. "She can wait," he said. "I miss Robyn." He waved to his friends and they scattered. "I'm sure I can find trouble tonight," he laughed.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Jul 20, 2015 12:22:45 GMT -5
"Don't leave her waiting too long," Benjen said with a chuckle. "I had best go find my wife - our daughter was born not long ago and she is still a little weak."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 20, 2015 14:06:26 GMT -5
"Not coming with us?" Hector asked. "I guess you do see her a lot more than us." He trots off.
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Post by Kurts on Jul 21, 2015 12:21:32 GMT -5
Letho arrived at the festival, eyes narrowed at the revelers and fools as he hitched his horse and pushed his way through the throngs of people. Eventually he found an ale tent, drunken knights and smallfolk alike crowded outside. Taking a seat within he ordered an ale, watching and listening, which seemed as much a part of his job as hunting and killing.
(Obsevation 70)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 21, 2015 13:48:37 GMT -5
People are talking about all kinds of mundane shit. One bad thing about festivals like this is that people tend to be too happy to gossip about things they'd ordinarily complain about. Letho does hear some people discussing whether or not the Lordsbane will return for an encore performance.
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Post by Kurts on Jul 21, 2015 15:01:37 GMT -5
He sits his silence, drinking his ale, as the hours roll by. Patience was a trait he had mastered, lesser men driven to madness by the solitary cells of Ghaston Grey. This was the job, a considerable amount of dull drum, searching for needles in needle stacks, punctuated by that all too short thrill of confrontation. He would check the notice boards when he had finished here.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 21, 2015 15:44:50 GMT -5
His needle arrives after a while, as talk of the Stranger comes up. The western terror had spread bodies across three kingdoms, and the Lannister's most wanted had recently been seen in Eddard's Rest, according to some drunken fools. His anti-ant-religion crusade had been building steam in the last months.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 21, 2015 17:00:50 GMT -5
Ragnar Drumm arrived at the festival. In classic Ragnar fashion he immediately scans the area for women and then heads over to find a drink.
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Post by Kurts on Jul 21, 2015 17:02:06 GMT -5
Letho glanced up from his ale, interest piqued at mention of the Stranger. He had heard of the zealous outlaw, most in his line of work had. He had also heard enough to know it was not a one man job.
Feeling this well had been tapped dry, the bounty hunter made his way to the notice board, looking over the wanted posters to see if there were any outlaws in the area worthy of his efforts.
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