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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 17, 2012 16:28:01 GMT -5
The day after the chaos in the camps settles down Ser Gerold sends word throughout the Dornish camp that he is forming a company to hunt down outlaws. Knights, archers, spearmen, and any able bodied warriors are needed to fill out this company.
Those interested must be reputable and able to provide references. They are directed to seek out Ser Gerold's tent should they have any questions or wish to enlist.
Ser Gerold remains at his tent with his squires and a scribe to answer questions or document enlistments.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 16:42:57 GMT -5
A slim man, a bow across his back and a short sword at his side, arrives. "Ser Gerold," he nods. "How do ye expect to fund a company just huntin' outlaws? And...if ye need an army to hunt'em, what the hell kinda outlaw are you serchin fer?"
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 17, 2012 16:52:55 GMT -5
Ser Gerold smiles at the archer. "The kind of outlaw that has a very large bounty on his head." He said with a lighthearted tone. "Should war break out or should our company's services be needed we will earn coin by serving lords or the Princess of Dorne herself." Gerold said reassuringly.
"How are you with that bow of yours? Care to show us?" Gerold motioned to an area set aside with hay bales with targets affixed to them.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 17:01:28 GMT -5
The man scratches his head. "Gonna have ta kill Entel hisself to make it worth it." He doesn't bother moving, just unslings his bow from where he's standing and launches an arrow at the target. Then another. Then another. "Lyle a'High Hermitage."
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 17, 2012 17:18:01 GMT -5
"Mayhap's, I plan on capturing...." His words cut off as he saw arrow after arrow strike the mark. "Well shot Lyle!" He said excitedly. "Entel would not wish to face your arrows. Do you happen to have any friends that shoot as well as you?" Gerold asked
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 17:20:45 GMT -5
"No one shoots 'well as me," he says indignantly.
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 17, 2012 17:38:38 GMT -5
Gerold laughed out loud. "I guess not Lyle. Do you happen to know any that are competent? You find me a score of reliable archers and I will place you in charge of them. You will earn extra pay as well."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 17:41:25 GMT -5
"I suppose I can. Gotta get back to Dorne, though; tryin' to find a good archer 'ere is like checkin' a bull's ass for gold." Lyle spits a seed out of his mouth.
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 17, 2012 17:50:51 GMT -5
Gerold called for his squire Mors telling him to gather his belongings and prepare to return to Dorne before turning back to Lyle. "You must swear an oath Lyle if you wish to join the company. We will be a reputable company that honors our contracts and stands by our brothers no matter the odds stacked against us. Being known as an honorable company will increase our demand and our payment. In return I swear to not put you in harms way without good reason. If you find this acceptable then make your mark on this parchment and my squire Mors will return with you to Dorne to recruit more men."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 17:51:30 GMT -5
Lyle slops a signature on, really a mark.
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 17, 2012 18:01:14 GMT -5
"Welcome to the company Lyle." Ser Gerold shakes his hand and claps him on the shoulder.
He turns to his squire. "Mors, return at once to Dorne. Call on your father, see what men you can gather but be quick about it. We need to sail soon. You know the kind of men I seek, this is not the Wall. I will continue to gather men here."
Gerold talks lower seemingly bidding him farewell. "Ask your father to loan the company some coin. Tell him I will stand surety for it."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 18:07:27 GMT -5
Lyle nods. "I'll bring you back your score, Ser."
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 17, 2012 18:12:17 GMT -5
"Very well, safe travels." Gerold responds then turns to see if any of the other men near his pavilion are potential recruits.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 18:22:42 GMT -5
There aren't really many Dornish at this meeting, it being so far away, so Ser Gerold's restrictions hit double hard; for few lords are willing to simply release their hired swords off to someone else.
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 17, 2012 18:34:20 GMT -5
Gerold knew his restrictions would hamper him though he refused to be a common sell sword company. He stood near the pavilion wondering if it was time to return to Dorne. Meanwhile his small gathering cried out to the passers by trying to drum up recruits.
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