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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Mar 14, 2016 4:01:51 GMT -5
"You're gold'll come when we have it. And we'll have it faster if there weren't a band of bandits out in every mountain and cave looking to get rich quick." Korben said, the still damaged keep behind him serving to make the point, he didn't have it either.
"Whatever the Caron's did, they're not in charge anymore. But I can guarantee you this. Even without the gold, I expect you lot to do what you can to defend this realm. Even if it has to be done with pitchforks and plows." He said firmly, "Now, tell me whose the bandits giving this land the biggest trouble?"
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Mar 15, 2016 6:42:22 GMT -5
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 15, 2016 6:42:22 GMT -5
"The Blackmont border," is the unanimous reply. "Them Dornish steal everything that isn't nailed down and try to talk you out of whatever is!"
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Mar 17, 2016 3:36:12 GMT -5
"Blackmont border, huh?" Korben said as he nodded, "Alright. Each of yous got some compensation headed once we get the coins to do it. Until then, do your jobs. Those whose job it is to partol south...you're forming up with me." He said, turning his attention to his men from the goldlands, "We're making a posse, might as well do some good while we wait."
With that said, he looked over towards the keep, "Now...let's see what we got with these Carons."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 17, 2016 6:50:43 GMT -5
The Caron's are all ushered in, a few men and women, mostly lesser nobles from the outlying holdfasts. See Dean is the leader, fifty and stout, an old veteran. He looks to the new lord. "Welcome te Nightsong," he said in a thick accent.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Mar 20, 2016 20:35:23 GMT -5
Korben looked to the veteran, curious if he might have seen him or possibly fought him before hand. The welcoming made him chuckle a bit as he spoke, "Indeed. I suppose I'm paying the price for that siege now..." He said, not helping but to find it funny how he was now in charge of this keep.
"So...this is the last of House Caron..." He said slowly as he glanced around the room, "Certainly more then I thought there'd be. Everyone I've heard from says your lines practically gone."
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Mar 21, 2016 6:28:01 GMT -5
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 21, 2016 6:28:01 GMT -5
"Haven't had the best run of luck," Dean said. "And last two generations seemed not to like producing heirs so much. Makes it a thin branch."
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Mar 21, 2016 18:20:59 GMT -5
"Well, at the very least, I can maybe help out with that..." Korben said, not having a lot of tact as he thought it over, "I think you and I both know why you're all here...so, let's see what we're working with." He said as he looked towards osme of the female members of house caron, and if any would catch his fancy. Maybe he'd get lucky and find a stunning beauty among those here.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 22, 2016 6:53:02 GMT -5
No stunning ones, but the three girls aren't bad looking by a long shot. Carla, Bethan, and Catherine Caron are the only maiden ones left of the line.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Mar 23, 2016 15:49:18 GMT -5
"Hmmm..." Korben says as he looks between the three. If she was young enough, he'd probably go for the oldest. And if they were old enough, he'd probably go for the youngest. The middle one if neither option was good.
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Mar 23, 2016 17:09:42 GMT -5
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2016 17:09:42 GMT -5
Their ages are eighteen and two seventeen year olds. He can have his cake and eat it too, if he's a real asshole.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Mar 25, 2016 17:51:26 GMT -5
Korben smiles as he offers a hand to his chosen, "Lady Catherine. If you would be so kind..." He said, making his choice clear as he looked to the rest of the Carons. What was he to do with them, he wondered.
"I'll give you each a choice, you may live here, or you may pick a place within my lands to call home." He said as he looked towards Dean, "I think your families been through enough for one generation."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 25, 2016 20:18:45 GMT -5
They all elect to move to various villages. Their remaining gold will give them reasonably comfortable lives.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Mar 26, 2016 18:30:06 GMT -5
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Hearing word form Storms End, Korben looks to his future Caron bride, "Lady Catherine. I'm afriad you'll need to stay here for now." He said, turning to his guards, "Keep her safe. And make sure she doesn't go anywhere....or else." He said sternly.
Korben goes to marshall whatever forces he can, to answer his friends call to arms.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 26, 2016 21:07:49 GMT -5
He musters about fifteen hundred men, not a bad amount for the devastation wrought to the land.
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