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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 28, 2012 19:25:37 GMT -5
He gestured to the west side of the camp, where the horses were picketed and the knights and freeriders had their tents. "Scout group C and D, tell them I sent you with Ser William and there shouldn't be any trouble. West toward Grandview, find out how big the army is and when it will be here," he repeated."
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Post by Marlow on Oct 28, 2012 19:35:14 GMT -5
He nodded, giving a brief salute before turning and walking to the west side of the camp, calling for the groups he mentioned and relaying what he said. "We ride in five minutes."
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Post by Marlow on Oct 29, 2012 9:37:46 GMT -5
He trod over to the Lord's tent and looked around. "My lord, we have returned from the scouting trip."
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Post by Marlow on Oct 30, 2012 9:29:06 GMT -5
He rode quickly as the camp came into view, taking the cloak off and stashing it away for future use. Riding in through the western side of the camp, he got off of his horse and looked around, cheek bleeding from a slight wound during the battle.
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 30, 2012 9:34:23 GMT -5
He is brought by the sentries to Lord Yronwood's tent, where Ser Almaric Yronwood sits at his brother's small desk, clearly in conference with Ser Ghaston the Grey. Almaric looks up as Maconis is brought in, not recognizing the man at first.
"Yes?" he asked.
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Post by Marlow on Oct 30, 2012 9:37:59 GMT -5
"Drell Maconis, I rode with Lord Yronwood to set up the ambush. I was the only one who escape, many are dead, the rest are captured, and your Lord was cut down in the battle." He paused after he said this and bowed his head slightly. "It was not in vain, however. Thousands of them fell in the ambush, whether dead or wounded, though Lord Morrigen lives on."
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 30, 2012 9:40:11 GMT -5
Ser Almaric watched the scout speak with a steely eyed calmness, taking in all the information neutrally without an expressing marring his face. "I suppose my lord brother sent you to bring word back to us when he saw all was lost?" he asked in a tone that suggested he did not quite believe the tale.
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Post by Marlow on Oct 30, 2012 9:44:01 GMT -5
He shook his head. "Nay, I took a cloak from one of the enemy soldiers and slipped away afterwards, looking like one of their own sellswords." He gestured back to his horse's pack, where he'd left the cloak. "You'll find it in my horse's satchel. And, don't take me for a deserter. I left after the fight, and if I hadn't, you might not know the effect this ambush had."
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 30, 2012 9:49:59 GMT -5
Almaric frowned. He believed the man, whose story sounded of truth. It was well within his brother's abilities to lay a successful ambush for the Stormlanders and inflict casualties. Likely not thousands as the scout claims, but still a fair amount. If he'd been wounded or killed in battle it was also highly likely that his force would fall about and either flee or throw down their weapons against a more numerous foe.
"If you tell it truly, they will be delayed by at least enough time for our men to arrive from the south," he said, turning toward Ghaston at the last. "Even a thousand men dead or wounded would set the back, and we will have near on twelve thousand here when Ser Harryld arrives."
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Post by Kurts on Oct 30, 2012 21:33:07 GMT -5
Ghaston listened to the exchange, taking a seat with a heavy heart at the news of Lord Oberyn's demise.
"I am sorry for your brother's death. The blame lies on my head as much as our enemy's" he said gravely. "I assume this development leaves you in the command of the Dornish forces?"
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 30, 2012 21:34:27 GMT -5
"For now, I suppose. My nephew will ultimately decide how the men of Yronwood are used, when word of this reaches him," he replied without emotion. "It does not change our situation, except that now our own reinforcements will arrive before the enemy and we shall be ready to meet Lord Morrigen head on."
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Post by Kurts on Oct 30, 2012 21:59:44 GMT -5
"I will see his bones and our knights returned." Ghaston repied. "I swear that oath to you now."
"We must send out scouts to ascertain how long Lord Morrigen's force has been delayed. If Blackhaven can be taken before he arrives, we will have an advantage even his military acumen cannot overcome."
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 30, 2012 22:03:25 GMT -5
"Our men would die by the hundreds assaulting those walls, I think, despite the gains we've made here. Even if we took the castle, it'll be damaged and ill provisioned for a new siege, and there are rumors of another army gathering somewhere to the north. King's Landing, perhaps. I do not think time is on our side here, Ser Ghaston. We'd be better off fighting Morrigen on open ground, if he's fool enough to attack our numbers."
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Post by Marlow on Oct 30, 2012 22:03:40 GMT -5
"May I make a suggestion? Even if your reinforcements did arrive before the enemies, a head-on battle may not be the best option. I believe I can get into the enemy camp undetected, and once I am, I can finish the task your late brother gave me. Lord Morrigen will die. While I'm there, I can try to sever their horses ties and cause a stampede. This will likely end in death and capture if I fail, but it was his last wish, as far as I'm concerned. Even a sellsword has a certain amount of honor."
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 30, 2012 22:05:25 GMT -5
"You may try, they are still several days away," Almaric replied. "However I still believe that if he comes, we should face him. Even if we leave enough men to pin Dondarrion inside the castle, we'll outnumber Morrigen by a wide margin."
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