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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 20, 2015 1:14:07 GMT -5
Robyn looked down at her own hands, as if only realising they were there for the first time, likely a bit in shock at the scale of the battle, and saw they two were shaking, even if she had come dressed warm against the cold, having ridden from the north and took her gloves of too. When the fire was built, she took a stick and stuck it into the ground, to put the, on. So they could dry in front of it and warm up, then held her own hands to it to warm them up.
"You look as if you could do it all again in an instant, My Lord," she rubbed her hands together, "I have not been in a proper battle before... Just picked of Raiders on the coast before coming here... It is horrible"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 20, 2015 3:56:59 GMT -5
"I am not even sure you could fit Lord Crowl into a catapult," Benjen said, humour entirely necessary after the horrible battle. "I agree however, we'll head for cover on the morrow. Won't be much sleep tonight."
He turned to Crowl. "We'll speak with the man in my tent, come. I'll send someone for him."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 20, 2015 5:21:37 GMT -5
"Not an instant, I promise." The cold air carries sound so well that it seems as though every dying man is right next to everyone. "Fighting raiders and skirmishing is a whole different world than this, that is a fact." The cries slowly start to fade as the wounded succumb to cold or our brought to the tents for attempts at care.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Mar 20, 2015 11:48:27 GMT -5
The Crowl nods, "let's get to it then, shall we." He says following Benjen back to camp.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 20, 2015 12:35:13 GMT -5
"What happens to all the bodies?" Robyn asked Corbray as the sounds began dying. She had considered going and offering aid in the tents, to see if she could do anything, but she couldn't pull herself away.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 20, 2015 13:12:35 GMT -5
He pokes Lady Forlorn into the ground a few timeswith a grim look. "It's too frozen to bury them. Some of the lords and senior knights will be sent to their homes, but I suspect most of them will have to be burned." His squire brings hm some hot mulled wine and he drinks from the cup. The squire offers Robyn his cup.
"Princess, please, have a hot drink."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 20, 2015 13:40:21 GMT -5
"Better burnt that just... left" she shook her head. She did not feel as if her stomach would hold anything at the moment, but she presumed Corbray was the expert. She reached out and took the cup, "Thank you, but it's just Robyn."
She took a drink of the hot wine and swallowed it down, "and thank you for talking to me, I think I might have froze if you had not have done." she said with a small laugh,
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 20, 2015 13:47:46 GMT -5
A messenger comes running up to Robyn. "Princess, your brother.. I mean, Prince Benjen asks to see you in his tent," The young lad said, kneeling.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 20, 2015 13:50:43 GMT -5
"Thank you,"Robyn said and grabbed her gloves off the stick and put them on again, "You don't need to kneel, the ground is freezing," smiling again at Corbray, "I shall see you again, I am sure," she said, and departed with the messenger, hurrying in the direction he had come from.
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