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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 3, 2016 16:24:36 GMT -5
Prince Consort Hector and the Gallow's Man are summoning men to head east to search for potential Ghiscari reinforcements to Myr.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Feb 3, 2016 17:32:54 GMT -5
Robyn volunteers of course, having some skills that can be of use in scouting, if not scouting itself.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Feb 3, 2016 17:53:42 GMT -5
Arthur Tyrell was wearying of sitting around camp. He volunteered himself and a few of his most trusted men.
Scouting: 50; Command: 80; Sword: 85.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 4, 2016 13:54:07 GMT -5
About two thousand men and women assemble for the massive scouting event. With the forces from Lys that is expected to be enough not merely to locate potential enemies, but also to engage them in battle. The forces meet about thirty miles east of Myr in a giant valley bounded by low hills, some of the last fertile land in the forty miles around the city itself.
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Post by Marlow on Feb 4, 2016 14:36:05 GMT -5
Lord Captain Harwyn rides at the head of the Lysene and Ironborn forces joining the scouting party, alongside Niles.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Feb 4, 2016 16:05:49 GMT -5
Arthur Tyrell and his followers meet the other members of the scouting force. As they rode into view of the force, Arthur's eyes widened in surprise at the size, as he had been under the impression that the 'scouting' force was going to be considerably smaller.
As they drew near, he stopped beside a group of scouts that were huddled around a small campfire. "Who's in command here?" he asked.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 4, 2016 17:10:28 GMT -5
"We are," Hector said with a chuckle as they ride up, to Arthur. "And some man named Nyles." He looked over the assembling army. "The army has no tactical mobility surrounding Myr, so we need to function indepdently if need be." As they talk, they see a tall, lean, tanned man riding up with a peculiar banner, one of a cliff and a monster falling off it. "That must be him."
The man takes his hat off and tips it. "Lords and," he notices Robyn, "ladies, Nyles Karellian at your service."
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Feb 4, 2016 20:28:27 GMT -5
"Lord Hector." Arthur nodded his head towards the Queen's husband respectfully.
"I thought with such a host that the Kings themselves had taken charge."
The young lord eyed the arrival of the newcomer and acknowledged the man's greeting with somewhat of a curt nod.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Feb 5, 2016 12:34:09 GMT -5
Robyn rolled her eyes at the man's blatant flattery of her brother, she was fairly sure Hector would not be touched by such obvious sycophancy.
She inclined her head to Nyles as he made exception for her and turned to Hector, "are we waiting for any others, or should we go?"
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Post by Kurts on Feb 5, 2016 12:55:26 GMT -5
Letho idly cleaned his nails with a dirk as the lords and royals spoke, though raised his eyes at Tyrell's greeting of Hector. Where Robyn saw sycophancy and flattery, he saw a slight. As a commoner, he was not well-versed on higborn stations and ranks, but he was fairly certain that the husband to the Queen of the Goldlands should be afforded the title King or Prince Consort, at the very least Prince owing to his father having been the King o the North. "Lord" seemed a demotion. In the rare instance Hector saw fit to address a common sellsword, Letho would refer to him as "Your Grace."
He shrugged and returned his attention to cleaning his nails.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Feb 5, 2016 16:42:02 GMT -5
Arthur Tyrell shaded his eyes and scanned the forces before looking towards Hector. "Two thousand odd I make it. A large scouting party, my lord." he observed drily, stating the obvious.
"Somewhat hard to conceal, yet not large enough to engage many hostile forces. Perhaps I should have brought more of my Reachmen."
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Post by Marlow on Feb 5, 2016 17:41:04 GMT -5
Harwyn stares at the lord that just spoke for a moment before squinting. "We plan to hire or fight these sellswords, not pick them flowers and go home as wives. Your Reachmen are where they belong- left behind. The men we have here are more than enough to defeat any resistance blades for hire can present."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 7, 2016 14:30:13 GMT -5
Hector taps his fingers together as he looks over the army, and the Lysene general chuckles a bit. "With the morale sellswords tend to possess," Nyles said, "We could come with two hundred men and charge to break their lines. But we have too many men circling Myr as it is, so best siphon some away and live off forage for a week or so."
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Feb 8, 2016 20:35:58 GMT -5
"My liege lady's husband is the commander of the Goldlanders here, not you." replied Arthur calmly to the Ironborn who had interrupted his conversation with Hector. "He will decide where and how my Reachmen fight.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 9, 2016 12:17:33 GMT -5
As the bickering continues, Hector waves a hand in dismissal. "Most of the men will be used soon for the siege," he said. "We have all we need." He gazes at the ironborn lord a moment but remains silent otherwise. "It's time to move east. Lord Arthur take the right flank far afield, Lord Goodbrother will have the left," he said.
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