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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 27, 2015 21:11:30 GMT -5
"All of them," he said grimly. "That trunk has some clothes; the pants can be belted and the cloak is thick." He looks at her. "Sorry I got you drunk and all." Then he points to two men. "Muster within the hour!"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 27, 2015 21:13:47 GMT -5
"You didn't force it down my throat," she said, smiling up at him, "I played my part, I should look to where I dumped my stuff..." She said but went to Amelia's father's tent, to look for something more suitable to wear.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 27, 2015 21:17:13 GMT -5
Robyn finds some decent and only mildly slutty gear.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 27, 2015 21:19:39 GMT -5
She hoped her less curvy figure and considerably smaller assets made it seem even less so.
When we was properly dressed and had found the lion share of the stuff she brought with her, she went back to Kal's tent. Wondering if there had been news from Nick.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 27, 2015 21:22:31 GMT -5
Nick isn't back, but already Kalvin is listening to refugees. Lord Bruce's men has sealed the gates and detonated all the wildfire that could be found. His men has carried out a bunch of relics from the red keep. The slaughter was beyond comprehension.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 28, 2015 1:06:48 GMT -5
Robyn listened to the tail end of the story, "can you describe them? The relics?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 28, 2015 5:35:36 GMT -5
"In a huge wagon, princess. We couldn't see what they were. But we have no idea what the Baratheons kept in that castle, I guess." Kalvin frowned.
"We'll trail the force south and see what they're doing. If they don't wheel to attack your brother at the roost, then I plan on going north with the majority of my men." He closed the tent back up and went to look at his campaign map. "Damn it all."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 28, 2015 7:39:18 GMT -5
"It's almost like he's playing with us... But perhaps he wants you to go up north, he would have heard of the Wildlings too, pretend to go back, you go north, and he can take his time picking off the Goldlands," in all honesty she did not much care about the Goldlands, "maybe he's running from something, what with Vhagus Blackfyre melting Dragonstone. Kings landing is not s stones throw" she thought out loud.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 28, 2015 8:10:31 GMT -5
Kalvin frowns and tries to think. "He is buying time," he said finally. "But I have no idea for what. King Brynden can defend his own damned lands all he wants." He finally decides. "I'm sending ten thousand men to the Twins while I take the rest into the ruined city to investigate. Then I'll be heading there myself. I've lost enough sisters to war and sorcery already." His hands clench into fists a moment. "This Queen Savinia has bled the North quite enough. Bryce can pillage the south all he wants; he can wait until later, or maybe your brother can finish him off."
"Let's get moving. We can meet Snow on the way." He looks at her, and considers something. "It could be Princess Robyn Stark, youngest daughter of King Terrence, may be worth more today than the warrior. Shows the surviving citizens how highly we regard them or whatnot. We cannot afford a damned rebellion in the old capital."
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Apr 28, 2015 10:17:35 GMT -5
With all the commotion going on at the host Dud decided he probably should speak with Lord Stark and figure out what's going on. He was having such a good time partying with his friends too.
Dud had heard about the red keep burning on his way to Kal. "This good or bad for us, My Lord?" Dud will ask when he finds him. "I'm ready for orders, anything you need."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 28, 2015 10:21:50 GMT -5
Kalvin is speaking to the princess but waves him in. "Good, a real swordsman," he said. "Dudley, take the light cavalry and head south. Find Bryce Dayne's shitstained rearguard and give them some motivation to get their asses back to Dorne."
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Apr 28, 2015 10:33:05 GMT -5
Dudley smiles and bows to the orders, "Right away, My Lord. Their marching speed south is about to get a little faster." With that Dudley goes to gather the light cavalry, and head south.
Skills: Sword 95 Lance 75 Full plate Horsemanship 75
Command 50 Cavalry 75
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 28, 2015 10:34:33 GMT -5
Ser Dudley gathers together a fair sized force of twelve hundred. They move out to pursue.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 28, 2015 10:50:58 GMT -5
Kalvin frowns and tries to think. "He is buying time," he said finally. "But I have no idea for what. King Brynden can defend his own damned lands all he wants." He finally decides. "I'm sending ten thousand men to the Twins while I take the rest into the ruined city to investigate. Then I'll be heading there myself. I've lost enough sisters to war and sorcery already." His hands clench into fists a moment. "This Queen Savinia has bled the North quite enough. Bryce can pillage the south all he wants; he can wait until later, or maybe your brother can finish him off." "Let's get moving. We can meet Snow on the way." He looks at her, and considers something. "It could be Princess Robyn Stark, youngest daughter of King Terrence, may be worth more today than the warrior. Shows the surviving citizens how highly we regard them or whatnot. We cannot afford a damned rebellion in the old capital." "I am with you, kal," she said resolutely, "if kings landing needs me to show my face, it will be there." She looks at him for long moment, and nods, "as a Princess, if needs be..." "I do wonder though, you have lost a lot of people, not just soldiers, these poor wretches in the old capital will need a new home..."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 28, 2015 10:57:57 GMT -5
"They'll rebuild," he said. "Once Savinia is dead we can discuss the North's future. Even homeless southrons want nothing to do with a real winter," he said. As they talk, a large black haired man arrives on horseback. "Aaron! We're headed south now. This is Princess Robyn Stark. Robyn," he said. "Aaron Baratheon, Lord of Storm's End." The large man extends a hand.
"Princess. Looks like we owe Bryce Dayne yet another favor to repay before he goes to hell."
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