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Post by Robyn Stark on May 4, 2015 20:40:22 GMT -5
"Oh I know it is not on me, but Benjen... the reason for the giants are their pure... size and physicality, why waste such huge powerhouses at the back with a bow? That is what you have sisters for..." Robyn said, thinking this was the worst idea ever conceived.
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 4, 2015 20:43:16 GMT -5
"It all depends on how Bryce Dayne sets up his host," Benjen admitted. "If he is overly defensive then I do not want to risk the giants in a charge. I just want them to be able to use a bow if they need to. It was that or find a blacksmith willing to make chainmail for them."
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 4, 2015 20:45:38 GMT -5
"As I said.. I will give it a go..." Robyn clearly did not think it would work... but it would pass the time.
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 4, 2015 20:46:23 GMT -5
"Thank you," Benjen said gratefully. "I will let you know when the first bows are done."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 5, 2015 14:52:01 GMT -5
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The army sets out heading south.
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Post by Robyn Stark on May 5, 2015 15:57:15 GMT -5
Robyn is there, of course, in a bad mood since Princess Naomi.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on May 5, 2015 16:06:51 GMT -5
Ser Dudley Mudd rides with Prince Benjen's host, after having a nice break in Kings Landing. Otho Fisher rides next to him. They smell of alcohol from the night before.
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 5, 2015 18:40:56 GMT -5
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Prince Benjen's host arrives at Blackhaven and immediately scouts are sent out, as well as messengers to request information as to how things have been going.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 5, 2015 18:57:37 GMT -5
Lord Bolton reports. "My prince, the Goldlanders ambushed a force at Kingsgrave the other day, routing them and taking back Kingsgrave. Lord Bryce countered by leveling Wyl and setting loose some sort of rockslide that has rendered the Boneway almost impassable, completely uncrossable by horses. If we want to use cavalry, the Prince's Pass is the only option now, or wheeling south to hit Starfall directly."
He points to a map. "Prince Arthur and his men have raised rebellion at Sandstone and Hellholt, but they don't have enough men to be more than a distraction for now. I think he is going to try taking either Vaith or perhaps meet with us at Skyreach."
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 5, 2015 19:07:24 GMT -5
"Leveled Wyl? Gods..." Benjen said, frowning at the news. "Where is Bryce Dayne's host currently? Has he combined his forces into one army, or does Frances still skulk about with a force of men?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 5, 2015 19:32:22 GMT -5
"They left a garrison at Yronwood with their remaining hostages and march for Skyreach. Sunspear may be defended but thanks to the Ironborn we have no scouting capability." Kalvin cut in.
"It's irrelevant anyway. Kill Bryce, and even if Frances lives no one will stay in an army led by that pathetic fuck."
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 5, 2015 19:45:03 GMT -5
Benjen nodded. "Then we march to Nightsong and from there down the Prince's Pass. If we march swiftly enough we will be having help from the sky, Lord Bolton." Benjen grinned.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 5, 2015 19:57:54 GMT -5
Lord Cley nods. "I did hear something about that. King Brynden is already at nightsong with his host." Kalvin is looking at the map a bit oddly, but nods finally and looks about. Everyone else turns to the royals.
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 5, 2015 20:07:47 GMT -5
"Then we are about ready to march," Benjen said, before turning to Kal. "One final thing. The giants are looking very uncomfortable in this heat. I had considered... well, perhaps we can offer to relieve them of some of their body hair."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 5, 2015 20:10:06 GMT -5
Kalvin just stares at his prince, clearly not wanting to kill him in the middle of his own staff meeting. "I think the giants can shave themselves if they're that poorly," he finally said. Everyone just sort of looks at the prince as though he had grown six more legs and could spin webs.
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