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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 14:25:07 GMT -5
She nods. They make it the edge of the Kingsland camp when they notice that knights seem to be armoring up. "What the hells is going on!?" Torches and armed men are running everywhere.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 14:26:13 GMT -5
Benjen scowls, fearing the worst. "Keep your knives close," He murmurs, approaching the nearest soldier. "You! What is happening?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 14:28:22 GMT -5
The man stops and shrugs. "Runners came. The Ironborn have taken two highborn women prisoner...maybe more. Everyone wants to go find the cocksuckers!"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 14:32:17 GMT -5
"Ami..." Benjen mutters, his eyes widening. "Kiele, wait here; I'm getting my sword," He swiftly turns around and rushes as fast as he can to his rooms. He grabs a leather cuirass and his longsword before hurrying back to the Kingsland camp.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 14:38:06 GMT -5
On the way there, he runs right into his father and a living shitload of guards. Terrence waves at Benjen. "Do you have any damned idea what is going on, son?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 14:39:59 GMT -5
"Ironborn kidnapped some girls; noble born," Benjen calls, belting his sword to his hip. "I've got a bad feeling, father."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 14:41:21 GMT -5
"Gods damn it all...their bloody king is off hunting with a good chunk of the Goldlands and the Dornish, too." Terrence thinks. "We've seen no trace of Catherine Mallister or Amelia Royce in hours. Have you seen them?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 14:44:06 GMT -5
Benjen shook his head. "Not since this morning." His frown only deepens. "Father, it's time those bastards pay!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 14:50:24 GMT -5
"Ser Justin and Lord Corbray have already raised men to find them. We believe a Lady Arania Hightower is missing too, from what I've heard." Terrence frowns. "DAMN it all. Your mother and brother and sister are in the main keep. King Kyle is out, and Derek Baratheon also. We are the ones in charge here. Clear out the royal quarters and assemble everyone in the main dining hall. We must have accountability." He turns to his guards. "Go with Ser Justin's force and find those bastards!"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 14:53:03 GMT -5
Benjen nodded grimly, throwing the cuirass on and turns about, heading off to the royal quarters, as swiftly as he could.
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Post by The Eagle on Oct 11, 2012 15:42:45 GMT -5
Jory scrambled out in front of the gate among all the tumult, eyes groggy from sleep. His eyes flickered from side to side as men ran around him, gathering weapons. He addressed a passing man. "What the hell is going on here?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 15:44:59 GMT -5
"Killing Ironborn!" is all he can make sense of.
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Post by The Eagle on Oct 11, 2012 15:55:21 GMT -5
Jory thought for a moment. Ironborn. That was new. But for what reason? He needed to find out more. Fighting between the different factions was significant, and Jory wanted to be in the thick of it. He ran off to saddle his horse.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 15:59:27 GMT -5
Fighting his way through the confused masses is difficult, but saddling his horse is easy enough. There's not much room to ride through the crowds though.
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Post by The Eagle on Oct 11, 2012 16:09:16 GMT -5
Jory pressed on. He could dodge around the crowd much better on foot, but the horse would come in handy when he left the camp. His eyes found a Northern search party, and he turned and began to follow them.
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