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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 2, 2016 9:21:39 GMT -5
Killion had not meant to brush Robyn off, but headed towards the Goldlanders nonetheless, offering his hand to each in turn. "Welcome to Tyrosh." he said in greeting to their king. "You missed the strategic meeting, but I assure you the Goldlands will have a fair share in the glory." Hector Stark is neither as tall nor broad as his brother, and he is clearly near a decade younger, but he has quick, clever eyes and the last few years have given him the sort of nervous energy of a man who seldom sees the use or feels the need for sleep. As he comes to Killion, he shakes his hand firmly and shrugs with a bit of a smile. "That sounds like what you tell someone before informing them that they're in the rear guard," he pointed out. "We had the farthest journey, I do believe. I cannot imagine that with a hundred thousand men running about we made a strategy that's too complex?" He gestured for some liquor. After draining it, he smacked his lips and smiled.
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Post by Kurts on Feb 2, 2016 11:35:30 GMT -5
"You are welcome to the honor of a vanguard, for all it is worth in a siege." he offered, with a smile of his own. "You are right, simplicity is best in this instance. The main host will come down from the North, a force of light infantry and cavalry raiding from the South, and an amphibious force to land when the walls are breached. Frances will have nowhere to run."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 2, 2016 12:41:03 GMT -5
Hector listened and then nodded. "Good. Have we any word from New Ghis? If they've been supplying him until now they probably won't stop just because we've finally made an invincible army."
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Post by Lyonel on Feb 2, 2016 12:47:25 GMT -5
"You are welcome to the honor of a vanguard, for all it is worth in a siege." he offered, with a smile of his own. "You are right, simplicity is best in this instance. The main host will come down from the North, a force of light infantry and cavalry raiding from the South, and an amphibious force to land when the walls are breached. Frances will have nowhere to run." "And in which of these forces will my Host fight, King Killion?" Kraznys approached his majesty and his companion, not caring if he was interrupting something; they didn't teach etiquette to pit fighters, much less to farm-slaves. From the height of his 6'9'', the Ghiscari spoke pausedly with a heavy accent, trying to put the words together in this strange western tongue. "My seargents have been restless for some blood spilling ever since we left Pentos."
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Feb 2, 2016 13:19:57 GMT -5
"Likewise, until a moment ago." She replied then paused, seemingly working out if she was going to answer him. "I am Robyn Stark," she go ally responded, turning her head to look at the nN as she did. She wasn't a big fan of perfumes on men or women.only wearing them herself when she was making a purposeful effort for her husband. She liked rugged more than preened, with a few exceptions, but still each to their own. "How much do you imagine this war will cost his imperial majesty?" She says the last two words with a great emphasis. "Well... Frances Dayne has allies in New Ghis and Volantis. Myr has always had a thriving economy. It was never Braavos, but wealthy enough to have regularly funded mercenary companies for its defense. We're looking at a very long siege, if not continuously pitched battle. But I deal with logistics, not strategy. The Iron Bank has faith that the Iron Empire will expand at an impressive speed." He looked at her for a moment before answering. "I apologize for the change of topic, but... were you not among the party that helped defeat Oriax and the White Walkers those four years ago?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Feb 2, 2016 13:29:40 GMT -5
"Just so long as they don't expand into westeros" she said with a tilt of her head as she looked at the man curiously.
"I made an appearance," Robyn replied, having very few happy memories of that time, "has my legendary reputation beaten my arrival?" She quicker her lips, showing it for the joke it was, as the man didn't know her, without it he would likely have thought her serious.
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Feb 2, 2016 13:39:56 GMT -5
"Oh yes. It certainly does." He gave an easy smile. "There are many strange things in Braavos, but I cannot say the dead arise with any alacrity. Rather the opposite, in fact. We received a lot of truly disturbing reports from that period, but have no reason to doubt them." He bowed his head. "Thank you for your service, Lady Stark. Unborn generations owe you and your comrades a debt."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Feb 2, 2016 14:02:59 GMT -5
"Yes well, I was not really thinking about them at the time, I did it rather more for the generations still livings." She admitted, as it was the truth, "so I'd rather you be grateful to me for yourself, doing the right thing is easy when it's the only option." She shrugged and looked at Killion from where he has usurped her brothers company. "We would not have been half as successful without your lord and master, though I am sure you've thanked him enough."
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Post by Kurts on Feb 2, 2016 15:42:27 GMT -5
Hector listened and then nodded. "Good. Have we any word from New Ghis? If they've been supplying him until now they probably won't stop just because we've finally made an invincible army." "Hard to supply a dead man in a smoking crater." Killion remarked, though considered the matter. "It seems passed the point for envoys. We may treat with them from strength when Myr has crumbled." "And in which of these forces will my Host fight, King Killion?" Kraznys approached his majesty and his companion, not caring if he was interrupting something; they didn't teach etiquette to pit fighters, much less to farm-slaves. From the height of his 6'9'', the Ghiscari spoke pausedly with a heavy accent, trying to put the words together in this strange western tongue. "My seargents have been restless for some blood spilling ever since we left Pentos." Killion stared daggers at the mercenary. Even sellswords should know not to interrupt conversations between kings. "The Northern group under King Benjen." he answered him, after an uncomfortable moment of silence. "Your forces will be most useful there."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 2, 2016 15:45:05 GMT -5
"I meant more, are we expecting any more legions on the road?" Hector rubbed his jaw. "New Ghis is far enough away I can't see them bothering to continue a war once it's lost already."
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Post by Kurts on Feb 2, 2016 15:55:43 GMT -5
"Not to my knowledge. I am sure Lys would have informed us had any more reinforcements arrived from that theater." he answered, hoping he was right.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 2, 2016 16:02:59 GMT -5
Hector is silent a moment while he thinks on that then nods. "We can hope." He rubs his beard. "It will be good having him in the ground. I confess I feel the need for fresh air on solid ground." He smiled a bit. "Long voyages aren't easy on us greenlanders."
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Feb 2, 2016 16:13:27 GMT -5
The Goldlander party arrives, fashionably late as usual, lead by Prince Hector, accompanied by two Kingsguard. Lord Gregor Crakehall is present, as is Ser Geoffrey Swyft, much to the dismay of the Dornishmen. Though Hector of course represents the interests of the Goldlands, the Queen has sent her uncle Roland Brax as an envoy as well. Lord Arthur Tyrell of Brightwater Keep had arrived as part of the Goldlander contingent. Since his return from the north fighting Oriax, the sixteen year old youth of that time had developed into a well built young warrior of nearly twenty years. A husband and father twice over already, being such had matured him. A proud Reachman, he led the Reach forces of the Goldlanders. He followed his liege-lady's husband into the war room, casting his eyes around at the the other leaders who had assembled there.
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Post by Kurts on Feb 2, 2016 16:43:10 GMT -5
Hector is silent a moment while he thinks on that then nods. "We can hope." He rubs his beard. "It will be good having him in the ground. I confess I feel the need for fresh air on solid ground." He smiled a bit. "Long voyages aren't easy on us greenlanders." "You will find no fresh air in Myr, bu an abundance of bodies to put in that solid ground." he said, as if that were a reassuring fact. "I see your queen has decided not to join us. Does she lack her sea legs as well?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 2, 2016 17:05:55 GMT -5
Hector shrugged. "There's no one better suited to ensure this giant army gets fed than Queen Joanna and that would be a difficult thing to arrange from Tyrosh. But," he leaned in slightly, "she also does rather despise sea voyages. Something about the salty air disagrees with her."
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