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Post by Marlow on Oct 30, 2012 22:24:23 GMT -5
He bowed slightly. "I'll leave as soon as we are done here. Send a scout after me in a day if you so choose; it's likely I won't be reporting back."
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Post by Kurts on Oct 30, 2012 22:40:29 GMT -5
"I agree." Lord Ghaston said. "We will face him when the time comes. I only hoped Blackhaven had fallen first so we could bring our full might to bear against him."
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 30, 2012 22:47:07 GMT -5
"Let us test their walls then, and see if our bombardment has had effect."
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Post by Marlow on Oct 30, 2012 22:51:37 GMT -5
He bowed slightly again. "And that's where my usefulness ends. It was an honor serving along your brother, as short-lived as it was." He turns and walks out of the tent, whistling for his horse as he approaches the west side of the camp and riding out. After about a mile, he turns and rides south, aiming to reach Dorne and start a new life there. War wasn't his way.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Apr 26, 2015 23:21:42 GMT -5
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Lyonel Vikary and his men moved cautiously into the lands north of Blackhaven. The land became hillier, the further south they moved affording them the opportunity to conceal themselves. As was his usual habit, Lyonel made extensive use of outriders to scout their surroundings, looking for signs of any large body of troops that might have passed. As he rode, Lyonel mused upon the problem of Arthur Martell. While it was not their mission to rescue him, if an opportunity came up, they would do so. Lyonel recalled that Arthur's wife was some sort of relative of Benjen Stark.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 27, 2015 5:10:29 GMT -5
Blackhaven appears to have been burned completely out, its gate collapsed by something. A few thousand men are camped near it.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Apr 27, 2015 5:59:18 GMT -5
Lyonel sent a couple of men forward to see how battle ready the enemy were and if they were in fact Frances Dayne's troops. Depending on the scouts' reports, he was considering launching a surprise raid on what he hoped was an unprepared army.
"Bring back as much information as you can without being seen." he said to them. "Are there signs of a siege or battle? Are they alert? Can we catch them by surprise?"
While they were gone, he gave the orders to his men. to form up in battle formation.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 27, 2015 6:02:48 GMT -5
Frances is in charge, and they have scouts but aren't expecting battle. Ambush is possible bot not guaranteed.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Apr 27, 2015 7:50:50 GMT -5
Lyonel swore in frustration. He knew that if he couldn't take them by surprise, their mission was over. With a signal he reluctantly gave the order to carefully withdraw. There was little point in putting the area to the torch. It appeared Dayne had already done that.
From atop his horse he unrolled a map. The Red Mountains lay to the south and south-west. The Dornish had raided the Stormlands and the Reach out of the Red Mountains from time immemorial. Perhaps it was time to turn the tables. He gave the orders - turn south and the southwest across the Red Mountains via Princes Way burning and pillaging. With Nightsong at their rear, Prince Benjen's host would be reachable.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 29, 2015 18:34:14 GMT -5
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Outside Blackhaven the armies line up in formation. Prince Benjen sends a messenger to Bryce Dayne for parlay. He rides out with with a small guard, the magic deadening sword on his lap.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 29, 2015 18:47:56 GMT -5
Bryce and a few of his prime retainers ride out. The dark lord is in all purple armor, a cloak about him. "Stark," he says, voice rasping through the plate. "Go home. Dorne is mine. Have your city and Storm's End and the troubles they bring." Bryce Dayne's presence usually makes it hard to swallow, some lump in a throat, but Benjen doesn't feel it now, like he had those years ago at Mason Keep.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 29, 2015 18:54:42 GMT -5
Benjen was relieved that he didn't feel that dread again, having remembered it will. The sword worked.
"We both know I cannot do that," He responded, keeping his tone even and strong. "You won't stop at Dorne and after what you did to King's Landing..." He shook his head. "This ends today."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 29, 2015 18:59:11 GMT -5
"I don't need Westeros," he said. "Vhagus is my quarry. I needed..." he gestures to the ruined keep, where a strange hissing sound is heard. "A balance to his power." A massive white scaled beast crawls out, rotting flesh wired to its body, a metal-cast skull giving it the appearance of...fuck it doens't look like gods-damned anything except fear given form, like eating cereal made entirely of spiders.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 29, 2015 19:12:53 GMT -5
Benjen's eyes widened when he saw... whatever that thing was. "By the gods..." He whisperes, watching that thing crawl down the castle walls.
Finally he turns back to Bryce. "Vhagus Blackfyre will be dealt with. But not by you. I will see you in the field of battle."
He turns and rides back to his host.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 30, 2015 5:57:36 GMT -5
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Following the battle, smoke and corpses litter the ground. The dragon construct has left a trail of bodies heading south, and the men struggle with the strange absence of terror that follows the dark lord like a shadow. Aaron, Arthur, Brynden, and Benjen meet in the middle of the field while the men gather bodies. The Prince of Dorne looks over the field. "Reminds me of the last time we fought him, only this went far better," he said.
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