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Post by The Eagle on Oct 7, 2012 19:02:04 GMT -5
Balor! It's been a long time. What are you doing around these parts? Surely you're not here for just a tourney?
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 7, 2012 19:04:08 GMT -5
"The wildlings are like a curse. You should try your blade on them, there is enough a few wont be missed." Lars replies
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 19:07:44 GMT -5
Saan shrugs. "I don't tourney often; my sword isn't too suited for it. Just here to seduce beautiful, naive young ladies and cause some trouble."
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Harryld grimaces. "Perhaps I shall, one day. When I am done, though, there won't be many." His strikes are gradually becoming faster and faster, his hands a blur.
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Post by Lyonel on Oct 7, 2012 19:12:13 GMT -5
He shakes his head at the man, considering him to have the mentality much like his cousin. "I see well, will you be fighting with your fists too?" "Well, I could... And probably I'd beat you even easier than with a sword..." It sounded like a joke, but it wasn't... |
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 7, 2012 19:17:44 GMT -5
Lars watches in awe as Harryld's hands start to blur. Lars smiles "Your much faster than I first thought. You'd be a great help against them."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 19:21:00 GMT -5
"Well, maybe one day. For now, I use my skill far more against Dondarrions and Baratheons and Saans. Probably better competition, really." He stops suddenly. "What brings you out of your mountain holdfasts? I had heard the clans of the North seldom leave their homes."
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 7, 2012 19:31:35 GMT -5
He growled at the large man. "Is that a challenge?"
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Post by Lyonel on Oct 7, 2012 19:37:02 GMT -5
He threw his sword aside. "If you wish..."
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 7, 2012 19:37:15 GMT -5
"They rarely do, but I do not live among my brethren. I am the Huntsman for King Terrence, and live at Eddards Rest. I may be going back North when the tourny is over though, the wildlings have been bypassing the wall far more often lately." Lars replies
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Post by The Eagle on Oct 7, 2012 19:38:49 GMT -5
Saan shrugs. "I don't tourney often; my sword isn't too suited for it. Just here to seduce beautiful, naive young ladies and cause some trouble." The Eagle turned his head to the two giants staring each other down. His eyes narrowed. "I happen to be unemployed at the moment, Saan. Perhaps you have a job for me? That would be most helpful." |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 19:43:00 GMT -5
Harryld considers. "Then it would be good for you to hunt them instead. I believe in taking the fight to the enemy, to roust them from where they feel the safest and leave them nothing."
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Saan raises an eyebrow. "Unemployed sellswords? A rarity. But..we may have something for you, soon enough. Your deeds in the Marches did not go unnoticed, I promise you that."
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Post by The Eagle on Oct 7, 2012 19:49:51 GMT -5
Jory pouted. "Soon enough? Soon enough isn't soon enough for me. I'm just itching for something fun to do."
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 7, 2012 19:49:55 GMT -5
Lars nods. "Hunt them I shall." he then ponders what Harryld had said. "Your tactics are ruthless, but none the less probably the best route to take."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 7, 2012 19:55:27 GMT -5
"War is ruthless. I am just the best there is at it." Harryld shrugs.
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"Well, you can win the archery contest and have the woman of your choice for the night, I imagine. And, something is brewing, I've heard. Whethere in Westeros or out east...someone will need killing." Balor smiled. "Finally."
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 7, 2012 20:03:38 GMT -5
"Then you should certainly hunt some Wildlings with me some time, Good Harryld, I have never been very ruthless I could learn a few things by watching you." Lars responds with a smile.
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