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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 18, 2015 14:20:48 GMT -5
"Can't break an army without risking a few men," Andre says. As they talk, the clouds gather in the sky and the winds grow stronger. "Storm's coming straight from the Great Other's anus. Going to be a long winter, here."
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Mar 18, 2015 15:01:16 GMT -5
"Well shit..." Korben said as he brushed his hair out from his face, wind whipping it back. "At least thats one more problem upon the north. Seven knows they deserve it."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 18, 2015 15:16:36 GMT -5
"But we're friends now," he said, his voice making the word a curse. "We get to spend a year bleeding and dying, and all so that valiant Ben Stark can stick his cock in our fair maiden." He curses again. "I think I need to head east a while. Killing Tyroshi makes a man happy inside. Heirs to Valyria my smelly taint!"
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Mar 18, 2015 21:20:14 GMT -5
"Good luck with that..." Korben said, not so sold on the plan as he looked up towards the growing dark clouds, "At least you won't freeze your balls off with the rest of us poor westrosi bastards."
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 18, 2015 22:32:19 GMT -5
'Cannibals fuckin' our women now," the squeaky voiced man said in agreement to Andre.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Mar 19, 2015 18:56:59 GMT -5
Korben raised a brow as he heard that same squeaky voice again, having thought the first time was his imagination. He looked towards the person curiously, a bemused smirk on his face, "What's your name, Stranger?" he asked as he crossed his arms.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 19, 2015 19:47:26 GMT -5
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The winter storm forces the massive host to disperse, and Ser Tomas Serrett takes command of as many men as can be spared to go forth and skirmish with the Reach.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 19, 2015 19:52:11 GMT -5
Korben raised a brow as he heard that same squeaky voice again, having thought the first time was his imagination. He looked towards the person curiously, a bemused smirk on his face, "What's your name, Stranger?" he asked as he crossed his arms. "Mouse," the man replied. His features and voice seemed to be an obvious reason for his moniker. He was in stark contrast to the beast of a man that was leading the group of men. "Andre be right about most things," he nodded, "Wise man he is."
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Mar 19, 2015 20:51:54 GMT -5
"Mouse, huh?" Korben said as he looked the man over, surprised someone like that worked under someone like Andre Hill, "I hope your right about him..." he paused as he wind seemed to pick up, frowning at that.
"Looks like the winds picking up. Best of luck to both of you..." Korben said as he went to regroup with his fellow bannermen, as the storm began to get more intense and colder.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 19, 2015 21:37:49 GMT -5
A thin looking lordling stands about shivering with a young squire by his side. He waves Korben over.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Mar 19, 2015 22:18:11 GMT -5
Curiously, Korben approached with a raised brow and a questioning look.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 19, 2015 22:54:07 GMT -5
"Have you reported to Ser Tomas yet?" The man said through chattering teeth. He rubbed his gloved hands together.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Mar 20, 2015 0:41:21 GMT -5
Korben shock his head no, "Not yet..." Korben said as he tried to survey the area to spot the lord or his forces, "What's your name?"
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 20, 2015 0:51:01 GMT -5
"Lord Spencer Plumm, I'm in charge here," he stated. "Ser Tomas is the commander." He wiped his runny nose on his sleeve. "Blasted cold." His squire handed him a cloth to wipe his face.
"I've heard of you and your family." The Lord started walking along, expecting Korben to follow. The squire motioned Korben to do so. "It's good to have men of quality with us here. That Reachman bastard," he paused his speech a moment as he shivered, "Well we're going to show him what for."
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Mar 20, 2015 13:38:06 GMT -5
Korben followed the lord and his squire as he pushed through the cold, his armor and layered clothing helping him cope with the weather well, "You flatter me, Lord Plumm." He said at the compliment, hearing his thoughts on the matter and the reach, "As if the north were not enough. Now we have our southern brethren to deal with."
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