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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Mar 2, 2015 11:32:28 GMT -5
Lars gave an embarrassed smile an scratched the back of his head. "Aye we do tend to keep to ourselves. If it wasn't for the war I'd certainly like to stay north of the neck, but I will travel any place to aid our King and Prince when I am needed. Judging by how quickly you rode here, I'm sure you agree."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 2, 2015 11:39:18 GMT -5
"A Prince leads all men, not just those younger," Terrence says, "except for the king, of course." His joke isn't funny, but not a bad effort for a man who uses humor so little. "You are battle tested and prepared for all before you. Lord Rickon is gone. You must take his place."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 2, 2015 11:45:02 GMT -5
The joke was bad but Benjen laughed anyway, needing any humour to relieve his concerns. Nevertheless, his smile didn't stay long.
"Lord Rickon left big boots to fill but I will do my best to take up his mantle. We can thank the Old Gods that King Kyle has died, though do not doubt that I would have been willing to meet him on the field of battle. Lord Lefford will have to suffice."
He raised his beer and downed the glass, before pouring himself some whiskey in a new glass.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 2, 2015 11:53:43 GMT -5
"I know you would have, and Lord Lefford will pay for the damage he has wrought. Keep your eyes open wide, son. I feel some other influences at work in this conflict. Never have so many forces aligned against us at once." Terrence drains his second whiskey.
Jackson Snow shakes Lars's hand. "Seems my apprentice is making a name for himself here. I look forward to finally going to war with you, my friend."
ooc: Lars I am saying you two haven't been in the same theater of war because your talents were needed everywhere.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 2, 2015 12:01:30 GMT -5
Benjen refills his father's glass. "I get that feeling as well. Lannister, Grafton and[i/] the Ironborn working in concert, that's not normal." He sipped at his drink. "I had thought about sending a message to Princess Nalya Martell asking for assistance. It seems though that she has her own problems, not the least of which is Lord Dayne."
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Mar 2, 2015 12:03:40 GMT -5
"I look forward to showing you how much I've learned since I've gone out on my own." Lars says with a great smile as he shakes the hand of his mentor. "I'll try not to find all the troops before you." Lars finishes with a jest, and a laugh, knowing he still has much to learn and improve on before he gets to his idol's level.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 2, 2015 12:10:16 GMT -5
"Lord Bryce is enough trouble for any monarch. With the Reach in uproar and the Stormlands roiling from the Faith's invasion, I fear Princess Nalya may find herself busy. No, I think we need to look east for help." Terrence sipped this whiskey. "We need a navy, and not just any navy. We need an armada that can open up White Harbor and enable an invasion of Gulltown."
Jackson nodded. "There are going to be plenty for both of us, and more, I think. Get some rest. It is going to be a long campaign."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 2, 2015 12:27:46 GMT -5
Benjen had to remember a wild night that seemed a long time ago now. "Father..." He started awkwardly. "Perhaps my, uh, the Targaryen's could be of help to us. After all, our houses are related..." He stares into his glass, mildly embarrassed.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 2, 2015 12:31:23 GMT -5
Terrence raises an eyebrow. "That isn't a terrible idea, if the dragons have the men to spare. Or, you know, a dragon." He thinks. "It cannot hurt to ask. Our pride is a small thing beside the fate of the kingdom."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 2, 2015 12:37:12 GMT -5
"Imagine a dragon burning Grafton's fleet to ashes. That'd be a sight," Benjen commented, his humour returning. "But a fleet to help us? Perhaps that might be useful. But who to send to Braavos?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 2, 2015 12:43:09 GMT -5
"We will surely find someone. Focus on your part in this. If we crush the lions, Lord Grafton may see the futility of continuing his struggle. Or, if he doesn't we shall have the resources to smash his forces and bring justice to him for his treason." Terrence rises. "I must be away now. Gods be with you."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 2, 2015 12:44:20 GMT -5
Benjen nodded. "Thank you, father. I'll see to it that our lands will be returned to us. Sleep well." He smiled and watched his father go.
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Karyl Crowl
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Mar 2, 2015 15:11:24 GMT -5
Karyl Crowl emerges into the room, he is wearing his customary furs, and upon entry into the room sniffs at the air. He looks across the room and takes one of the remaining seats big enough to hold him.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 2, 2015 15:19:55 GMT -5
It happened to be a chair next to Benjen.
"Karyl, how're you?" The Prince asked with a smile. He poured the man a whiskey in a beer jug.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Mar 2, 2015 15:32:37 GMT -5
"I am good, I was able to take a nice nap earlier today after running some of the men through training paces." He remarks, though Benjen knows the training consisted of regular troops using Crowl as a punching bag while the big man laughed at them talking about tickling.
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