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Post by Lyonel on Oct 10, 2012 4:48:48 GMT -5
Series of tents, with dozen of banners swinging in the wind, all were there from the Royal House Florent to the small houses of the Kingslands.
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Post by Lyonel on Oct 10, 2012 5:02:28 GMT -5
A small company from the Stepstones, the banner of House Saan swinging high. At lord Saan's side came Ser Jon Bracken, his fellow courtier. The gallant knight asks for his lord's leave to go explore the other camps.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2012 7:02:29 GMT -5
"So Jon, should we go visit some of our fellow campers?? I'm feeling beautifully fine today, let's go make some business" Arlong smilled and gave Jon a strong tap on the back.
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Post by Lyonel on Oct 10, 2012 7:16:06 GMT -5
"Aye, my lord, I suggest we begin by the goldlands... Their camp is closer...." He smiled tiredly.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2012 7:23:03 GMT -5
Arlong looked at him for a while and chuckled "Yeah, closer, it's not for nothing they're called the Goldlands. Okay we'll go there. Call some of my guards and we'll go, you can never be too careful with these people."
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Post by Lyonel on Oct 10, 2012 7:51:07 GMT -5
He kicked his horse, acompaining Lord Saan. "My lord, may I make you a request?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2012 7:53:28 GMT -5
"Sure thing Jon, speak up" Arlong took an apple from a tree nearby.
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Post by Lyonel on Oct 10, 2012 7:55:56 GMT -5
"My son... Roose, he is quite jealous about Petyr, he always wanted to be a squire... But Petyr is older... Could my lord take him as yours?" He said.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2012 8:02:27 GMT -5
Arlong took a bite from the bright red apple and swallowed. "Hmm...how old is this bastard o' yours??"
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Post by Lyonel on Oct 10, 2012 8:09:02 GMT -5
"Eleven... But as you probably have seen in your training yard, he very competent for his own age..." Jon loved to talk about his sons, he always filled them with flatters.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2012 8:17:18 GMT -5
"Heh, competent...Okay, why the hell not, you brought him with you right? When we go back to the camp tell him he can start on the morrow..."
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Post by Lyonel on Oct 10, 2012 8:59:02 GMT -5
"Aye... He will be overexcited..." Jon's smile went ear to ear.
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Ivan walks around the camps trying to learn a bit of his competitors. When he crosses the path of two highborn knights.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2012 9:26:57 GMT -5
Arlong stares at the rough faced man standing in front of them "Oi! You with the ugly face!" as the man turns Arlong laughs "..out of the way!"
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Post by Lyonel on Oct 10, 2012 9:35:29 GMT -5
"And who are you to give me that order...?" Ivan said sturbbornly.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2012 9:42:07 GMT -5
Amused Arlong says "Ow...Watch out, we've got a bad ass over here!" he chuckles, "well, I'm sorry for my behavior, that wasn't polite. I'm Lord Arlong Saan, this is Ser Jon Bracken, those are my guards and those pointy things hunging from their hips are their beautifully sharp swords!" he grinned.
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