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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Nov 5, 2012 20:42:40 GMT -5
Rycherd nodded, although he had his doubts. For the life of him, he could not see how a union of Dorne and the Goldlands could be achieved.
"When is the tourney to be held?" he asked. "I intend to garrison troops here at Summerhall to protect it until after the tourney is held. Howeverr in the meantime, I would request the services of all your mounted troops."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 6, 2012 11:06:33 GMT -5
"Two weeks. Our knights shall of course assist you in garrisoning the area. Your aid shall not be forgotten." Garrett nods solemnly.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Nov 6, 2012 20:12:23 GMT -5
"I am pleased to hear it." he replied.
"We will deal with Footly first, if he comes. How many mounted Warrior's Sons do you have?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 7, 2012 0:59:13 GMT -5
"With the losses at Blackhaven..no more than three hundred. The financial sacrifices of so many who take our order's vows prohibit the mass accumulation of mounts and the like."
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Nov 7, 2012 14:47:12 GMT -5
"Then those three hundred will have to do." replied Rycherd.
"What do we know of Footly's current position?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 7, 2012 19:31:54 GMT -5
"The Faithful send us information on his movements. He is across the border about two days' ride east of here."
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Nov 7, 2012 19:44:06 GMT -5
Rycherd thought for a moment.
"So is Summerhall under threat of attack from Footly, as perhaps reprisal for the attack on Blackhaven? Or are Lord Footly's movements limited to raids between here and say..Wyl? I have half a mind to seek a parley with him, in order to stave off any possible threat to Summerhall."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 7, 2012 19:54:42 GMT -5
"He is a threat, but he hasn't attacked yet. To be honest, I am not sure why," Redwyne confesses.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Nov 7, 2012 20:20:58 GMT -5
Rycherd was not a man of inaction. He rose to his feet.
"I will leave four thousand men with Lord Oakheart here to help garrison Summerhall." he said to Redwyne,.
"I shall take the remainder, including all my cavalry, your three hundred cavalry, my heavy infantry and levies in order to search out Lord Footly's location. As the colder weather is beginning to settle in, we will leave at once."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 7, 2012 20:24:27 GMT -5
Ser Garrett rises. "Indeed, my lord. they are most likely on the road to Blackhaven, if I had to guess; cavalry is hard to maneuver through the Marches."
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Nov 7, 2012 21:00:09 GMT -5
"Very well. We leave at our earliest opportunity." replied Rycherd. He clasped Redwyne's hand and exited the Sept.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 14, 2015 9:59:41 GMT -5
/// She enter the High Septon's chambers. The new High Septon is a man of forty, athletic and with callused hands from years working with the Poor Fellows as a commander. He smiles broadly and waves her to a seat. "Lady Dice, I hope the Seven have blessed you today." He points outside to a strange sight in the sky, the sun shining, with another identical sun on each side of it. "A sign, I think, from the Seven. The First Men called this a sun dog, but either way, well, it reminds us of our duty." He sighs a bit. "The heathens and unbelievers and apostates grow strong. Lord Bryce is killing the faithful in Dorne while King Derek Baratheon continues his war of repression to our east. We no longer have Ser Ghaston to be our stout shield, but we do what we must with the tools the Smith gives us." He thinks a moment. "What is the farthest north you have ever been?" She shifted at being called 'Lady'. She was a commoner and even worse an orphan. The sight in the sky was indeed strange, though she didn't put much thought in it, but the Septon was right, the Gods did make wondrous things beyond their own understanding. She put faith in the Septon knowing more than a common person about these sorts of things, so his explanation made sense. She wondered about his question, if she was forced to guess she figured she would be going south. But North? The cold sucked. "As far North as The Twins your Holiness, or just about." She forwent mentioning her distate for the cold, but she had experienced worse discomfort in her life.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 14, 2015 10:08:36 GMT -5
"Good," the holy man said. "Then you know how it gets up there. The heathens worshipping wolves and trees and probably bears. But, they have a very particular danger." he makes an evil face a second. "Father forgive me, but they keep a sorcerer as the king's own adviser. An evil man who uses the dead to fuel his dark arts." The High Septon looked at her. "He is too much for you right now, but..." he whispers something in her ear. "If you fail, the seven shall forgive you, and so shall I, Dice. The gods sometimes protect such sorcerers so they may later use their pride to show us a lesson. Either way, return when you have done all you can."
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 14, 2015 10:25:31 GMT -5
What he said made sense and the stories she had hear about what the Northmen did was disgusting. The forgiveness the Septon spoke of resonated with her, she had blood on her hands, and murdering a Septon was a weakness she had lived with. She could not forgive the man for hurting her when she was younger but perhaps someone could forgive her for her crime. The killing she had done hadn't covered up the crime she had committed.
She had heard that the Northmen were cannibals, and ate the men that they killed, so it had made sense that they would keep such an evil man so close to them. She knew there would be little chance for her safe return. This was the mission she had been waiting for.
"I will do my best your Holiness, I will say my prayers and leave. The Northmen should be brought to justice." She clutched her seven pointed star around her neck and bowed before being dismissed.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 14, 2015 10:48:46 GMT -5
"Oh," the holy man said, "I want you to take someone along, this time. For assistance." He snaps a finger and another woman appears, lean and graceful with a long sword and light leather armor. "This is Krista of the Rainwood, fleeing the Fire God's iniquities. I hope you two get along." Krista regards the other woman silently.
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