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Post by The Forgotten God on Jan 31, 2016 7:07:00 GMT -5
Near the traditional Myrish-Pentoshi border, an army forms, seeking the downfall of the tyrant Frances Dayne. Its massing has been rumored for years, but in the last six months the dream comes closer to reality as the various kingdoms in the region have rebuilt. Thousands of soldiers and sellswords and camp followers and merchants seeking to profit off the war are gathering.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 2, 2016 16:57:49 GMT -5
With twenty thousand men from Pentos, and almost forty thousand from Westeros, the northern host is a vast, unwieldy, disparate army, covering several square miles of camps and training areas and a commissary that employs four thousand pack animals. Thousands of cavalry and more are assembling, more every day by ship, and excitement grows as the first real scouts set out to the barren lands east of Myr, to come back with reports on the enemy disposition and more. The northern army has the southernmost camp, the Pentoshi and Dornish north of them, the Kingsland north of them, and at the far end sit the banners of House Lannister.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Feb 2, 2016 18:36:44 GMT -5
King Benjen observed the camp from a small position on a hill not far out of the camp. He went through the numbers he could see, the types of men he had available before turning to look at the city. He wasn't happy about being so far from home, having to lead men in battle again. The last four years had been peaceful and he had enjoyed being able to be with his children and rule his lands. And yet now he was here again, far from home, at the head of an army. A part of Benjen had hoped he'd never have to do this again.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Feb 2, 2016 19:09:08 GMT -5
Arthur Tyrell's tent could be easily recognised where the Goldlanders were camped - a deep shade of green with two yellow roses emblazoned upon it. The young lord moved about the Goldlander camp encouraging his men, seeing the latrines were a suitable distance from where the men ate, checking that the guards weren't lax, his servants weren't lazy and that he was clear what his superiors required of him.
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Post by Lyonel on Feb 3, 2016 8:20:12 GMT -5
Even among the oceanic sized camp, the Ivory Host's area was extremely easily recognizable; as always, do to elephant needs, they settled on the edges of the main force in order to avoid any confusion that might be caused by the enormous beasts. The lavish ivory decorated canvas pavilion of the commander was easily recognizable among the shabby ones of his counterparts.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Feb 3, 2016 14:52:42 GMT -5
Robyn had left the day after her falling out with Hector, and was glumly sitting with the men from the North of the North, feathering arrows and sharpening her swords, chatting to people, the usual.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 3, 2016 15:00:09 GMT -5
Lord Horace grunts as Robyn sits nearby. "Thought we was fighting this with the Iron fucks," he grumbled. "Aint' seen a goddam one of em since we left Tyrosh."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Feb 3, 2016 15:14:00 GMT -5
"I believe they are mounting a sea based offensive" Robyn replied to him, offering him a large skin of some kind of alcohol. "We don't want them near our camp, the smell of stangnant sea water would keep us all from sleep...This is an attack of two halves, Lord Horace, I assure you, if the Ironborn don't pull their weight, they'll be making anchors for their own ships"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 3, 2016 15:17:27 GMT -5
Umber frowned. "If they could take Myr by sea this war would have ended years ago," he said. "Hope these fucking Pentoshi can fight. Lots of good northmen here, but not enough to carry everyone else," he grumbled. "You should lead the archers," he said. "Lord Kalvin'll skin us all alive if you get hurt."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Feb 3, 2016 15:32:32 GMT -5
"I do not like hiding behind my men" she replied, shaking her head, "Kalvin will not skin you," she gave a look up as if a moments reflection had changed her mind on that count. "He should know by now that I have a tendancy to attract trouble, and unless he wishes to skin everyone I have ever met, he must start letting me take the blame for my own actions." Robyn smiled fondly at the thought of her husband. If he did kill them it would likely be due to his own guilt at not being here to save her... like he never was.
"I am fairly certain this will be a battle of several waves, I will likely help the archers for some of their attacks anyway."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 3, 2016 15:39:43 GMT -5
Horace grumbled a bit more but nodded. "You know he'll skin us. Motive don't mean so much if your face is adorning a doorway," he said. "Hope King Benjen has one last masterpiece inside him. He just...well," he knows he's talking to his sister but he doesn't much seem to care. Umbers are like that. "he don't seem to have so much fight in him anymore, you know? Fought enough for seven legends and never been enough."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Feb 3, 2016 15:47:45 GMT -5
"Kings and generals need to be different people, I think now my father is dead, he wants to be a king like him, and leave his old role to someone else," she shrugged, she found it refreshing when the Lords of the North, and anyone really, would talk to her like she was one of them, not the daughter of a King, or the sister of a King, "I am sure these four years have not made him soft, we have all known this was coming. I know Benjen, he moans and wallows in self pity more than almost anyone I have met, but he always comes good in the end."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 3, 2016 15:56:34 GMT -5
Horace nods. "Indeed," he said in his baritone voice, "but your father had Everett Blackwood as a superior general. Your brother is the premier commander on the planet," he said slowly. "and Lord Kalvin is not here. I dislike this state of affairs," he confessed.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Feb 3, 2016 17:02:13 GMT -5
"I really wish someone had voiced all these concerns before" Robyn replied to him, perhaps in a harsher tone than she intended, "this is feeling an awful lot like closing the stable door after the horse has bolted. we are here now, we're just going to have to make the best of it" her annoyance was not directed at him, but at someone else.
"Do you think Kalvin would have let me come here, let so many of his men come here if he really thought this was going to go badly? I must confess, from what I have heard, people think this is already decided. That makes me dislike this state of affairs"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 3, 2016 17:16:55 GMT -5
Horace shrugged. "We're going to turn Myr to a smoking wasteland," he said. "We just desire your safety, Princess. If the North's only casualty was you, it would be as if we had lost every man when we returned home," he said. "And many here had their villages ravaged by the Ironborn only six years ago. Memories are long in the north."
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