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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 17, 2012 13:45:15 GMT -5
"I have a better idea." She hands the baby to him. "I'm taking a nap. Enjoy!"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 17, 2012 13:55:18 GMT -5
"Damn it..." Benjen grunted, getting up and putting his clothes back on before taking Rickon out of the cot. "Well then... you and me are going for a walk. Yeah..."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 13, 2015 18:14:49 GMT -5
As word of the western re-entry into the Riverlands spreads, a rider appears at the gates, dressed in silver and white, a direwolf on his cloak. He asks immediate audience with the Prince. The man is brought to Prince Benjen's chambers, where the Prince was standing over the cot that Rickon lay in. "Yes?" He asked, looking up as the man entered.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 13, 2015 18:22:12 GMT -5
The man falls to a knee. "My prince, Lord Kalvin sends his condolences for your loss." He looks uncertain a moment, but being a professional courier he continues. "He also sends to you his solemn vow that he will kill every Lannister he finds when his men cross Moat Cailin, and that he will continue on to Summerhall until the High Septon chokes to death on his own blood." He takes another breath. "He is assembling a massive army, my prince. He has made treaties with the Ironborn, and in White Harbor Lord Manderly rebuilds the Winter Winds."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 13, 2015 18:30:21 GMT -5
Benjen nodded, a small smile coming to his face. "This is good news, thank you. An army is what we sorely need at the moment."
He thought on the letter he had received from King Brynden and how he was hoping to end this war with words. He wondered at the problem Kal Stark presented.
"Please go find some food, wine and a bed. You look like you need it." Benjen said, smiling.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 13, 2015 18:32:47 GMT -5
"There's, um, more, your grace," the man said. "Lord Kalvin sent a letter to King Brynden, the High Septon, and Lord Grafton. He, well, he gave them their ambassadors back. At least their heads. He's also destroying every sept in the North, excepting those in White Harbor on account of his kinship with Lord Devan."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 13, 2015 18:38:25 GMT -5
"He's done what?!" Benjen replies, anger and frustration coming to his eyes. "Gods damn it!"
Rickon starts to cry and Benjen presses a hand to his face, trying to remain calm. A nursemaid quickly arrives to pick Rickon up and carry him off.
"Kal is angry..." The Prince says finally. "I need to speak with him. Arania..." He looks at the man. "Anything else?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 13, 2015 18:40:41 GMT -5
The man shrinks back. "If it helps, my prince, he has used some of his dowry gold to build a real army. Twenty five thousand men, all trained, and not counting the men Lord Devan needs."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 13, 2015 18:43:01 GMT -5
"Twentyfi...?" Benjen asked, looking impressed. "Good... we'll have to smash Brynden. It's the only option now." He grasps as his beard as he thinks.
"Did Lord Devan inform you how long it will take until the Winter Winds are rebuilt?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 13, 2015 18:44:22 GMT -5
"Lord Kalvin should arrive sometime early November, I think. The fleet should be sooner." The date is September 3rd.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 13, 2015 18:45:28 GMT -5
Benjen nodded. "Alright, that's good. Not too long, as the snows will stop the Lannister host." He found a bottle of whiskey and handed it to the man.
"For your services."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 13, 2015 18:58:55 GMT -5
"Your Grace," he says formally, bowing then leaving with the whiskey.
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