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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 7, 2012 16:35:22 GMT -5
The camp of the Dornishmen at Mason's Keep.
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 7, 2012 23:29:43 GMT -5
Ser Gerold and his squires camp with the Dornishmen. Their small pavilion is undecorated. A small cloth partition is in place to give Ser Gerold some privacy. An armor stand sits inside though Ser Gerold rarely takes off his armor.
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 8, 2012 9:24:51 GMT -5
Lord Yronwood's pavilion is not garish, though it looks out of place in the lush territory of the north; the colors are designed to blend into a rocky sandy background, pale yellows and beiges. There is a separate pavilion, though markedly smaller, for each of his two children that accompanied him
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 10, 2012 7:50:42 GMT -5
Ser Gerold found Lord Yronwood's pavilion in the sprawling dornish camp. He approached the guardsman on duty requesting an audience with his lord.
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 10, 2012 16:07:10 GMT -5
After a short wait, he was granted the audience. He found the interior of the tent to be austere, with a simple soldier's bedroll, an armor stand and several weapon racks all of which bristled with steel, and a small writing table with a few papers and inkpots scattered about. Lord Yronwood stood by the flap, nodding curtly at the guards.
"Ser Gerold Sand, is it?" he said, by way of welcome. "I confess I've not heard of you in the Marches."
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 10, 2012 19:17:48 GMT -5
Gerold offered Lord Yronwood a bow then nodded when the lord said his name. It was very believable that he had never heard of him. There must be dozens upon dozens of Dornish knights with the surname Sand.
"No my lord?" He said raising an eye. "It seems that I will have to terminate the employment of the scores of singers and poets in my service." Gerold said in jest.
"Mayhaps you are familiar with the name Ilyn Lordsbane?" Gerold refused to give the outlaw the honorific.
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 10, 2012 20:32:49 GMT -5
"He is still a knight, regardless of his crimes," Lord Yronwood admonished. "Yes, I am familiar with the Lordsbane. Rumor has it that he stalks among us already, with a veritable army of followers."
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 10, 2012 21:18:02 GMT -5
"He is an outlaw and a murderer my lord, no true knight." Gerold replied his feelings on the matter plain. In his mind a knight kept to his vows if not to the letter then as close as could be. "He is bold as well, risking the chance of being spotted in such a gathering as this."
"I had heard a rumor that he was here. I approached Princess Nalya to warn her and recruit spears to the cause though she advised me that you had planned on hunting him down. Do you plan to do so my lord?" Gerold asked
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 11, 2012 16:04:51 GMT -5
"If he is here, my spearpoint will find his breast; I do not doubt that. Even though he is my enemy, he shall be accorded the honor his knighthood has earned or else we are no better than he," he added, in a tone that booked no argument. "If you wish to lend your eyes and your arm to the hunt, they would be welcome additions."
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 11, 2012 16:28:10 GMT -5
It was clear that Ser Gerold did not like it but it was not his call to make. He nodded "My spear and that of my squires are yours my lord."
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 13, 2012 7:56:20 GMT -5
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Despite its being on lockdown, Lord Yronwood pushes his way toward the camp where the Dornish are situated. Of the seven men he departed with, five walk back with him, all but two bearing wounds of some kind. The two Dornish dead are carried by their compatriots, and those not carrying the slain instead lead their bedraggled horses.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 13, 2012 8:02:45 GMT -5
The Dornish camp is ringed with guards, and in stark contrast to the chaos in the other camps, no one has made a move anywhere near it. The reason why becomes apparent shortly, when the grim and unsmiling faces of the guards of house Dayne become visible. In their midst strides the tall and elegant frame of Lord Bryce Dayne.
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 13, 2012 8:11:35 GMT -5
"Lord Dayne," Oberyn said stiffly, nodding his head in greeting. "What the hell is going on here?" he asked, gesturing at the chaos outside of the camp. Inwardly he is amazed at the Dornish Camp's discipline in the face of anarchy, but his face remains impassive.
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 13, 2012 8:55:53 GMT -5
Ser Gerold trailed after his fellow Dornishmen as they entered the camp. Why were they defending the camp as if expecting an attack? What had happened while they were dealing with Lordsbane and the crazed fanatics?
Gerold reined in his mount to hear what was going on. When he saw Lord Dayne he lowered his head not wishing to make eye contact for the moment.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 13, 2012 22:01:22 GMT -5
Lord Bryce speaks in his voice, which sounds much like a hammer hitting an anvil. "The Ironborn were accused of kidnapping two highborn women, and men lost their senses." Lord Yronwood sees two men impaled on thick spears in the center of the Dornish camp. "A few thought to try taking advantage of the chaos to loot our camp. Dorne will not be looted while I draw breath." He notes Lord Oberyn's wound and bloody armor. "You had a battle yourself, then? Have the Reachmen lost their minds?" It was more a hope, it seemed, than any sort of concern.
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