Karyl Crowl
Prince
Proud Proprietor of Crowl's Crossbone Construction Company
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Mar 8, 2015 18:51:08 GMT -5
"Bow man do no good in middle of fighting. I need hard swingers to carve our way through." Crowl grunts. "If he is ready to rush into the middle then so be it."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 8, 2015 18:57:44 GMT -5
"Lars will cover if need be, though you can discuss it with him when he arrives," Benjen replied.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Mar 9, 2015 3:44:01 GMT -5
Lars enters the tent. Seeing all inside he embarrassingly takes a seat thinking he is late. "I hope the parlay went well, your Grace." Lars says, making sure to bow to the Prince before sitting.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 9, 2015 7:54:56 GMT -5
"Ah, there he is," Benjen says as Lars enters. "Liddle, I have the Crowl a task to take fifty men once battle has begun and try to force his way through to Lord Lefford's command position. A distraction, to keep the man from commanding. I want you to be part of his squad."
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Mar 9, 2015 8:26:28 GMT -5
"As you say, your Grace, I will not let you down." Lars replies to his assignment. He gives a nod to Crowl when saying the second part, to indicate those words are just as much directed to him as the Prince. "Just a distraction, or are we to eliminate him?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 9, 2015 8:30:27 GMT -5
"Just a distraction," Benjen confirms. "Lefford is a good man; he can't help that he's serving a fool."
The Prince studied the three men in his tent and gave a final nod. "We will share a whiskey tonight, no matter how this goes. Now let us defeat this army."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 10, 2015 14:53:39 GMT -5
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Benjen tears his helmet from his head and lets the cool rain fall onto his brow. His sword is caked in blood, as is his armour, and he stares at the retreating Western host.
"I want a report!" He called out, making his way over to Blackwood's command position.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 10, 2015 14:56:22 GMT -5
Hundreds of prisoners are being rounded up. Everett looks over the field with approval. "The report is that we just fucked Lefford and his masters in the ass." Dying horses are put down and the damnably miserable rain continues falling. "We need to follow this up. I recommend a strike force head south immediately, and reclaim our lands."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 10, 2015 15:09:19 GMT -5
"Agreed," Benjen says, drinking deep from his flask. "We didn't capture Lefford then, or Swyft? Anyone of import?" He looks to the south. "Who do you suggest sending?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 10, 2015 15:17:55 GMT -5
"One of us should take command. Lord Stafford has enough men at the Golden Tooth that we cannot just take the offensive, but that army is broken for good and all for now, and the veterans will spread tales of defeat to all they come across. We take our castle back, and then I say we hit something hard." Everett nods. "But my prince is in command."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 10, 2015 15:27:11 GMT -5
Benjen listened to Blackwood intently, then nodded. "I will lead some men south and retake Pinkmaiden. And after that we need to hit Clegane; the bastard will die in the marshlands."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 10, 2015 15:36:37 GMT -5
"When he hears of this, he'll retreat quick as can be. We could ignore Pinkmaiden and destroy him, if you'd rather." As the men speak, a man is brought before them.
"One of the foreigners, Your Grace. He said he had valuable informaiton for you. In exchange for being allowed to return to Lys." the guard says. The prisoner is a normal looking mercenary.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 10, 2015 15:39:54 GMT -5
Benjen considered for a moment, then shook his head. "We had best tend to Pinkmaiden," He replied, before turning to the Lyseni.
"I will hear the information and send you on a ship to Lys. Just you however."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 10, 2015 15:44:35 GMT -5
The Lyseni shrugs. "I hear things. In camp. Commander said attack was...disdracdion. Said builders not builders. Spies. Assassins." He has trouble getting the Common tongue out. "In city."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 10, 2015 15:49:24 GMT -5
"What?" Benjen asked, his face paling a little. "What city? Eddard's Rest?!" The Prince spun around. "Do we have anyone here who speaks Lyseni!?"
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