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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 13, 2015 9:49:47 GMT -5
The journey to rally Lord Lefford's battered host is mostly uneventful, but Ser Jaymes scquits himself well. When they return to the army ten days later, the king has arrived, as has Ser Hollis's army. The new force totals almost forty thousand men, but the winds of winter have begun, and a reduction wwll become necessary for supply purposes.
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Mar 13, 2015 16:31:09 GMT -5
The Jade Pommel arrive, marked by their fine armor and weaponry. Their Captain-General's hair is not in its usual pristine state, but compared to the local peasants marching beside his men, he could be the Warrior incarnate. The Captain-general calls a rest for his men, and makes his way to the nearby castle.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Mar 13, 2015 16:39:02 GMT -5
Ser Jaymes Lannister was in the courtyard, having evidently just dismounted his courser after a swift inspection of the camps round the Golden Tooth. He looked to be wearing his perpetual frown.
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Mar 13, 2015 16:58:53 GMT -5
"Hail!" cried Leander on horseback at the gate. "I am Leander, master of the Jade Pommel! We hold an employment contract with House Lannister, and have been ordered here for the present. We are well armed, and request permission to enter your fine castle."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Mar 13, 2015 17:27:27 GMT -5
Jaymes, close to the gate, heard and walked over before the guards could reply, giving the man and his lieutenants a once-over. He had heard of the name. "Why is the gate even closed?" he called to a nearby guard. "Open it!"
Presumably, the guard did what was asked of him.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 13, 2015 17:55:17 GMT -5
As Jaymes watches, the soldiers of Hollis Clegane's force arrive, two thousand strong. The giant is in the front, bellowing orders left and right, making the men organize a camp before the inevitable descent into gambling, whoring, and stabbing each other blind drunk.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 13, 2015 18:05:51 GMT -5
Arriving with the Lefford host is a camp follower who quickly gets herself lost in the mass of tents.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 16, 2015 15:20:44 GMT -5
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A wounded King Brynden arrives to regain his health.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 17, 2015 5:17:48 GMT -5
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Lady Joanna arrives.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Mar 17, 2015 20:47:37 GMT -5
Korben Kenning of Kayce could not help but be amazed at how many people you could get to walk under one banner, as long as you had a giant and a lot of gold to throw around. The knight had ridden with Lord Staffords banner-men, and gave a soft impressed whistle as he watched Lord Clegane command his men.
"Hopefully things go well for our army." The one eyed man said as his eye surveyed towards the king's tent, 'And hopefully, we don't end up losing another king in battle.' he thought grimly to himself, not sure if morale would stand that kind of blow too well.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 17, 2015 20:51:13 GMT -5
"Boring, more like," a giant man said to him. Andre Hill has a scowl. "The lords..." he spat the word, "want to have peace. Peace! After the assassination," he said. "And giving up the Lady Joanna to those savages." He crushes his stein in his massive hand. "We should have called up the Reach and sent the First Men back across the Wall."
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 17, 2015 21:47:07 GMT -5
The men around the giant murmured their agreement. "Cannibals they is," a man said in a squeaky voice.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Mar 17, 2015 21:48:40 GMT -5
"I don't know, boring peace can be pretty enjoyable at times..." Korben said with a frown at the rather large mans words, not blaming him for wanting some blood, "At least after some northmen bloods been shed as payment. It is a bit of bollocks how the Flower men haven't seemed too keen on sending a force up to help..." He commented with a bit of a huff as he looked around to see if any reach forces or banners could be even be seen.
"Least they could do is watch our ass, so the ironborn don't try to pounce upon it when we go head first into the riverlands." He said, having heard tales of the iron born and their love of asses left unattended and facing their general direction.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 18, 2015 5:20:01 GMT -5
Andre snorted. "I hope those raiders come. I'll take their rams and jam them straight up their asses. Make their Lord Captain my fuckin' salt wife," he said, to applause. "What kinda fucking knight wants peace? We have enemies."
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Mar 18, 2015 13:03:27 GMT -5
"I hope you do. It'll be a sight that does my eye good." Korben said with a laugh. His next comment though made him frown as he looked to the knight with a raised brow.
"Don't get me wrong, spilling my enemies blood is great. I'm just aware of my home towns vulnerability." He said as he crossed his arms woth a grin, "Not sure about yourself, ser knight. But Kayce is right on the way to Lannisport." He said, aware that should the iron born try and attack, his town was in their path.
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