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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 7, 2011 10:59:52 GMT -5
A road leading from Meereen to Yunkai, then onwards to Conqueror's Keep.
Cassandra shakes her head. "I'm fine. Where are you from in Dorne?" The evening sun shines on them. "Best if we ride at night and rest during the day. It gets to hot to move in armor by noon." Corbray nods agreement.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 7, 2011 11:03:44 GMT -5
"Funny thing is I don't really know where I'm from," Frances replied. "But all of Dorne is my home, even if I've spent long spans of time at Starfall and in the Marches."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 7, 2011 11:06:29 GMT -5
"Hm. Even I've heard of Starfall. Nothing too much though, just stories my father told me." Cassandra wipes a strand of sweaty hair from her brow. "Keep an eye out; we don't lack for criminal opportunists with our forces distracted by the war."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 7, 2011 11:07:22 GMT -5
"Never worry, I am ever alert," Frances replied, scanning the horizon on both sides. "So, it seems to me you've known war from an early age, Cassandra. Am I right?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 7, 2011 11:11:18 GMT -5
She licks her lips to moisten them from the burning sun, hot even in its twilight. "That is one way to put it." To Frances's right, in the gathering shadows of the setting sun, he notes what looks like riders.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 7, 2011 11:12:20 GMT -5
Frances took a big gulp from his wine before returning it to the bag. "Riders ahead," He said, trying to make out whether they were friends or foes.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 7, 2011 11:16:24 GMT -5
Frances's desert-hardened eyes give him an edge in sotting the figures, ubt rather than approach, they ride, distant but parallel to the company. In the end it's the Ironborn Humble, used to seeing the glare off the sea, who notes them as well. "Should have used glaredust...dammit. Looks like a dozen or so." Cassandra looks grim.
"They could be friendly, I suppose...but more likely not. Dothraki have been raiding closer and closer to our cities."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 7, 2011 11:19:04 GMT -5
"To arms," Frances grunts, more out of instinct than any wish to take command. He levels his spear so he could easily thrust it at an enemy and loosens his sword in the sheath. "We'll show you how Westerosi fight, Cassandra," He said with a grin.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 7, 2011 11:27:54 GMT -5
"Their horses are better than ours, alas. We'll never catch them. They're waiting for nightfall, I reckon, or perhaps for the early morning." Cassandra looks iritated at the trip being disturbed already. "They grow bold. Our best men are fighting the Ghiscari Hegemon." Ser Hollis chuckles.
"These Dothraki, they use bows, no?" Cassandra shakes her head.
"Not if they outnumber their opponents. They derive honor from the melee outside open war." Clegane laughs.
"Then give them what they want."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 7, 2011 11:30:18 GMT -5
"Ser Hollis, let's set an example shall we?" Frances shouted, turning his horse in the direction of the riders and setting out towards them.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 7, 2011 11:36:01 GMT -5
Clegane barked out a laugh. "Can't catch horse-men like that. I know. People try all the time to tire me out by making me chase them. Better way. Be a scared rabbit. No hunter can resist a scared rabbit. Then bite off their heads with sharp rabbit teeth." He turns his horse and starts making for the low hills to their east, away from the riders.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 7, 2011 11:39:45 GMT -5
Frances shouted a taunt at the riders before turning to Clegane. "Even better, confuse them!" He kicked his horse about and headed a little closer towards the men before jumping off his horse and taking several steps away from it to stand in the sand.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 7, 2011 11:42:35 GMT -5
Deciding on some good old fashioned chaos, the six experienced warriors take differing paths, Targaryen and Dondarrion following Clegane away in apparent panic, Humble and Corbray standing with Sand. The Dothraki note the events and head towards the three remaining.
Corbray stays mounted, while Humble walks next to Sand. "Confusing me, too." He chuckled. "That automatically makes it a good tactic."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 7, 2011 11:45:03 GMT -5
Sand chuckled, readying his spear. "Confusion breeds fear, which can turn to panic," He keeps a keen eye on the riders. "Or bravery." He prepared himself to dart away from any charging rider and then thrust his spear under the man's shield, should he have one, and into his ribs.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 7, 2011 11:50:32 GMT -5
None have shields. Corbray's usual somewhat taciturn changes as they grow closer. His face lights up with a smile men usually get when seeing a beautiful naked woman. "This is why we live..." When the riders close to just a few hundred yards, Clegane and the other two start wheeling about to return to the group. Having committed to the attack, the honor-bound Dothraki refuse to turn away from the trap, confident that their numerical superiority and skill will turn the day. "This is the only time in my life where I've been outnumbered four to one and felt good about it."
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