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Post by The Darkness on Dec 11, 2012 13:13:41 GMT -5
The camp for where the followers of the Reach are
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Dec 11, 2012 14:15:36 GMT -5
Lord Lannister and his 3000 men were camped in a sea of red tents. The sound of men laughing and talking and the clank of their armor fills the air. Cookfires blazed in clearings. Lannister walked among them in his golden armor, the lion picked out on his chest in red lacquer and accented with striations of shining silver steel. He looked like a god, all in gold with his long hair blowing in the warm breeze as it came up from the south. He nodded at his distinguished fighters and his bannerlords as he passed, making his way to the great central tent of the Rose King.
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Dec 11, 2012 15:16:55 GMT -5
He sat in his tent, studying his map. He wore the armor made by the best blacksmithes in Oldtown. A green cloak with gold roses adorned his shoulders. He didn't wear a sword, but rather a valyrian steel dagger named 'Longthorn'. "They will be upon us soon. I trust we are ready? I want the best of our knights in the vanguard. Do our scouts have any information on their troops? Have they brought dragons?" he spoke to his lords. Ser Arthur Hightower stood near, a white cloak around his shoulders and a sturdy look to him. He had recovered well from the Dornish torture.
Arthur's white cloak weighed on his shoulders. He had not had a woman since his vows nor drink. In contrast, much of his old muscle had returned and his slouch was completely gone. His eyes kept darting around the room, looking for any danger.
(ooc: Just
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Post by zeubercat on Dec 11, 2012 16:58:32 GMT -5
Gerold strode into the tent with his bodyguard, nodding at Arthur, his customary frown on his face. He sat down. "Your Grace. As we planned, the majority of my force lies in reserve, at Oldtown. If the battle goes ill, we can make our way there or use them to reinforce our numbers. Their presence will also protect our forces from being taken from behind. Nevertheless, the only men I have here are my personal guard, a mere 1,000." Gerold looked at the maps. "What is your plan for dealing with Markar? He's a skilled commander, and he may have dragons."
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Post by kalashnikov on Dec 11, 2012 20:18:32 GMT -5
Lord Tarly entered wearing his armor and a green surcoat with the Tarly striding huntsman embroidered on its front. Over his shoulder he wore Heartsbane, his family's Valyrian greatsword. Behind him stood silently Ser Aran Oakheart, clad in armor and ready for battle.
"Your grace," spoke Randon as he gave a respectful bow, "You have the full force of Horn Hill, 5000 strong!"
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Dec 12, 2012 9:08:54 GMT -5
"I have more than half the force of the Reach behind me, Lord Tarly." he laughed. "But I thank you for the men." he turned to Gerold. "As for dealing with Makar, I want to meet with him. A neutral spot between our armies. I would prefer not to shed blood just yet."
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Dec 12, 2012 9:48:43 GMT -5
Firmin entered the tent. He'd left his guard on the outside to guard his back. "Sorry my lords, your grace... Hate to interrupt..." I'm Firmin Redfort, I come in the behalf of Lord Petyr Baelish of the Vale..." He gave a bow, probably the other lords wouldn't like his presence, but he did'nt care, his business were as important as theirs.
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Post by zeubercat on Dec 12, 2012 19:16:40 GMT -5
Gerold turned coldly to the man entering the tent. "Why are you here, sir? What business does Podrick Baelish have with us?"
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Dec 12, 2012 20:11:29 GMT -5
Firmin turned to Lord Hightower, he tugged his white mustache ends an said as coldly as Gerold. "My Lord Podick has just fomented two very important alliances with Lord Grafton of Gulltown and the Sealord of Braavos." He cleared his throat an turned back to Leopold. "He says that he and his men are both at your command, your grace."
(OOC: In which side is Arryn in?)
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Post by Lord Tybolt Lannister on Dec 12, 2012 22:35:33 GMT -5
((youre in the right place, pod  )) |
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Dec 13, 2012 9:07:12 GMT -5
"Very well. Where are the men?"
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Dec 13, 2012 9:25:30 GMT -5
"He awaits for your orders in the Fingers..." He cleared his throat. "Pardon him, my lord, he has just returned from Braavos, he had no time yet to situate in the events... Anyway, he says he plans to command the Vale fleet at the side of Lord Grafton..."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Dec 13, 2012 9:34:52 GMT -5
He chuckled. "Two fleets under my power. If you can make it off this battlefield in time, tell him to make sail for the Stormlands and start taking castles along the coast. I currently have my fleet sailing along the coast of Dorne. Perhaps they can rendezvous and assault Sunspear?" He turned to the Hand. "Wave a banner of peace currently, I'm riding off to meet with Makar soon. You, your brother, Tarly, and Tybolt will come with."
((Is Arryn in the camp? Or is it just Reach and Westerlands with Arryn still in the Vale?))
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Dec 13, 2012 9:39:37 GMT -5
"As you wish, your grace..." He took a bow a prepared to leave, grinning at Hightower as he left the tent.
(About Arryn, I've got no idea... And Tully, is he with us?)
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Post by Lord Todric Tully on Dec 13, 2012 19:13:38 GMT -5
(Ooc: no Tully is not. Tyrell can inform everyone in character if he likes, i sent him a letter letting him know my place.)
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