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Post by The Darkness on Dec 11, 2012 13:14:40 GMT -5
Lord Commander Markar leads this Army, this is where all Dragon Loyalists post.
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Post by Lord Edwyn Baratheon on Dec 11, 2012 19:18:15 GMT -5
Lord Edwyn Baratheon strode through the Stormlander section of the camp, a sea of gold tents adorned with the various arms of his bannermen, all of whom were present. Beside him strode his son and heir, Ser Eldon the Black, an even larger man clad in jet black armour with no adornment.
Edwyn stopped every so often to offer a word of encouragement or rebuke depending on how he saw the situation. He greeted lords heartily, often clapping them on the shoulder or back as per way of encouragement and support. A team of scribes followed him, jotting down his orders, while Ser Eldon listened intently to his father's words.
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Post by The Darkness on Dec 11, 2012 20:05:47 GMT -5
Lord Markar is standing at the front looking down what the soon to be battlefeild will be. "Lord Baratheon....what do you think?"
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Post by Lord Edwyn Baratheon on Dec 11, 2012 20:15:57 GMT -5
"I can only make out the hosts of the Reach and the West." replied Edwyn, his hand shading his eyes as he looked out towards their foes. "The Vale from what I understand has joined our foes. We need Dorne, the Riverlands and The North to fight on our side, if we are to win this day. Unless of course......"
He left the question unspoken but all within earshot knew what he meant.
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Post by The Darkness on Dec 13, 2012 9:26:38 GMT -5
"Hmmmm....." He looks over him. "We will win...what is your battle plans?"
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Post by Lord Edwyn Baratheon on Dec 13, 2012 22:33:40 GMT -5
Edwyn surveyed his forces and drawing a diagram in the dirt explained what he planned to do with the forces he had at his disposal.
"However you have overall command Lord Targaryen and command of the Black Dragon. What you order we will obey."
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Post by Ser Gerik Connington on Dec 14, 2012 11:19:52 GMT -5
A courier ran through the camp. He ran up to the main pavilion and stopped before the guard. "I have a letter from King Tyrell. He wishes to parlay."
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