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Post by Ser Pounce on Oct 15, 2012 15:03:42 GMT -5
A well worn tent flanked by sun aged banners depicting two open hands palm up with blood dripping from them marks the site of the Red Hand mercenary company. Blane Stark is usually around, or his well learned scribe that knows many languages.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 15, 2012 15:37:04 GMT -5
Erik Pyke arrives after hearing the rumour.
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Post by Lyonel on Oct 15, 2012 15:45:07 GMT -5
Ivan came to the camp to take a look, depending on the course of things he would join the company.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Oct 15, 2012 16:08:42 GMT -5
There are large spaces cleared around the tent for the various competitions that would occur. There were ropes hanging from a large tree, courses with obstacles to mount or crawl under, stumps of wood with axes beside them, empty casks of ale. Standing by the scribe that had passed word on through the camps was Blane, an imposing figure by the looks of him, though his posture did not seem all that threatening which gave him an air of approachability. "Hello!" His voice boomed, "You can help yourselves to some ale, but don't get too carried away, you do want to win some coin don't you!?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 15, 2012 16:30:44 GMT -5
Erik of course immediately headed towards the ale.
"You're a generous man," he called over to Blane.
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Post by Lyonel on Oct 15, 2012 16:34:37 GMT -5
Ivan approached Bane, and stood right next to Pyke. After scowling at the boy he answered the man. "Aye.."
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 15, 2012 16:39:48 GMT -5
Durran comes to the camp and looks around. He is literally pulling Lars behind him. "Come on now there will be pay!" He says to Lars as he continues to pull him along.
He sees the giant that knocked him out. His jaw starts to throb at the sight of the man, it has just healed. Durran decides to stay as far from Ivan as possible and has Lars grab them both some ale.
As Lars grabs some ale he says hello to both Ivan and Erik.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Oct 15, 2012 16:41:49 GMT -5
Blane shrugged, "I share what I earn. After a long time in the Free Cities it is good to have some Westerosi ale for once. That and hopefully some of you are up to the task of of proving yourself able warriors. Westeros should be known for breeding strong fighters!"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 15, 2012 16:52:11 GMT -5
"It already is, I thought," Erik remarked. "I'm no slouch on the training field, nor in battle neither."
He paused to greet Lars.
"Hail, Northman. "
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Post by Ser Pounce on Oct 15, 2012 17:35:23 GMT -5
Blane crossed his arms, "Ah a veteran! Would you like to share a story of one of your battles? I always am game for a story."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 15, 2012 17:56:22 GMT -5
"I'm no storyteller," Erik replied, uncomfortable being the centre of attention. "But I could tell you about the time I fought the bandits near the kingswood."
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Post by Ser Pounce on Oct 17, 2012 15:51:51 GMT -5
"Not many of us are," Blane replied, "It would be good to hear of a battle here in Westeros. I have spent a lot of time away."
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 17, 2012 21:14:36 GMT -5
"If you want a story you really only need to look back a few days when my man, the Huntsman, here took down some crazed zealots with Prince Benjen, but I'm sure most everyone has heard it since a pretty rich girl dies at the end. Everyone always gets upset when pretty rich girls die." Durran says as he walks over, feeling impatient. "I'm sure all of us here have killed men, but I do hope this competition can start before Draven the blind takes over the Vale. I'd like to earn some coin." Durran adds with his rotton toothed smile.
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