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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Nov 1, 2012 19:29:09 GMT -5
Lars moves to The Great hall after he is admitted, in search for Marshall Blackwood.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 2, 2012 8:25:47 GMT -5
He is not hard to find, fielding questions and such in the areas outside the great hall, loaned to him by Lord Tully. He is a tall, austere man in his early forties, black hair going to grey, bald on top. His reputation as a commander is sterling.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Nov 2, 2012 21:14:24 GMT -5
Lars walks over to him, and patiently waits his turn to speak with him.
"Marshall Blackwood, I am Lars Liddle. I've come here to speak with you about the preperations, in case of an attack on our Kingdom. I am well trained as a scout." He says when Blackwood gets to him
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 2, 2012 21:27:50 GMT -5
Everett nods. "Excellent. Word of your assistance to Prince Benjen, and your capture of Gary Grimm, precedes you. Welcome to the army." He extends a hand in greeting.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Nov 3, 2012 10:24:48 GMT -5
Lars smiles as he shakes the man's hand.
"Happy to help the North." He says. "Any information I should know about, or any orders for me?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 3, 2012 18:28:58 GMT -5
"None as of yet...it's rather the waiting game for now. King Kyle has fifteen thousand men, but hasn't moved aggressively yet." Blackwood shrugs. "With winter coming, it will be hard to."
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Nov 4, 2012 10:02:03 GMT -5
Lars nods his head. "Well if I may, I wish to try and find the bandit Lord Tully has put a reward out for. The bandit is usually found around Tumblestone, if I have heard correctly."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 4, 2012 16:41:04 GMT -5
Everett nods. "She is a low priority, but you are welcome to try hunting her down for now."
ooc: benny's turn
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Nov 4, 2012 17:03:19 GMT -5
"Thank you, Marshal, I will be going to the town she reportidly harrasses. Please send a rider there if I am needed for any reason." Lars responds before turning and leaving Riverrun to go down the Tumblestone river.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 13:43:36 GMT -5
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Amelia Royce, dressed in a splendid gown of silver and white entered the Great Hall to see if anyone was about.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 13:47:03 GMT -5
The hall is filling up with the lords of four kingdoms. She sees a fair amount of northern lords, though they are by far the least prominent given the weather and distance, all the river lands notables, and even many vale folk. More jokingly exotic nobles from the west are an increasing presence as well. A young man is playing a harp in the corner and singing.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 13:53:50 GMT -5
Amelia decided to walk over to the young man who was playing the harp, just listening to him for now. She smiled, waiting for him to notice her once his song was over.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 13:57:16 GMT -5
He finishes his song and runs a hand through his dark brown hair. He has an eyepatch over a scar on his left eye. He narrows his other eye as though his vision is poor. "Hello, my lady, are you about to tell me the windows are breaking? I am quite out of practice."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 14:02:39 GMT -5
Amelia chuckled. "I can already see the beautiful stained glass cracking," She told him with a wink. "Amelia Royce," She said with a curtsy, holding out her hand.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 14:07:24 GMT -5
"Jared Fossoway," he says. "I know, I know, stop the questions. There's a reason I have the eyepatch," he says. "Lord Rycherd took exception to some of us deciding to pledge to King Brynden. Lord Tarly and I had an exchange of ideas. His argument proved superior," he said drily. "It is very nice to meet you, Amelia Royce. I hope you were spared the bloodbath at Runestone."
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