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Post by Eliana Dayne on Aug 28, 2012 12:58:40 GMT -5
An arrow shot before him, just missing his nose and stuck into the tree on the other side of the path.
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Post by Eliana Dayne on Aug 28, 2012 13:04:35 GMT -5
"Would if I was a man." A girls voice replied. "Why are you here? Quick, before I feather you."
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Post by Eliana Dayne on Aug 28, 2012 13:10:33 GMT -5
"Why be you looking for him?" She asked without moving herself, except to swing her leg just a little.
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Post by Eliana Dayne on Aug 28, 2012 13:15:11 GMT -5
"What man?" She asked. Her bow was still trained on him.
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Post by Eliana Dayne on Aug 28, 2012 13:24:46 GMT -5
The girl was still for a while.
"I dont believe you." She said, but she sounded unsure.
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Post by Eliana Dayne on Aug 28, 2012 13:38:53 GMT -5
The girl dropped out of the tree then walked down the path.
"Come on then!"
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Post by Eliana Dayne on Aug 28, 2012 13:42:36 GMT -5
The girl led him deeper into the woods to find Waters
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Post by Ser Trajan Waters on Aug 28, 2012 14:04:28 GMT -5
Through a series of bird calls and signals messages were sent between the scouts in the woods and the monastery. Danilo was led to a clearing, not far from where Ser Charles Rosby and his Second Sons had been butchered.
Trajan was waiting by the banks of the Wendwater, hair freshly washed of its black dye and returned to its silver sheen. He wore a black doublet and breeches, an iron clasp displaying his broken star sigil fastened a half cape to his shoulder. A long sword was at his hip.
"I hear you have been looking for me." The Heretic stated, inspecting the newcomer with his violet eyes. Half a dozen bowmen were hidden in the trees around them.
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Post by Ser Trajan Waters on Aug 28, 2012 16:38:08 GMT -5
"I am." Trajan replied simply. "Though I must admit a disadvantage as I have no clue as to who you are. Are you here to slay me or join the cause? I find there is little middle ground anymore."
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Post by Ser Trajan Waters on Aug 29, 2012 10:58:59 GMT -5
OOC: What the hell?
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Post by Ser Edric Reed on Aug 29, 2012 22:01:10 GMT -5
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Ser Edric passes through the gates on to the Kings Road. A handfull of Gold Cloaks behind him with small groups on each flank.
Princess Aelinor and Lady Lorraine safely tucked between the two Kingsguard in the centre of the group.
Their adventure begins.
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Aug 29, 2012 22:04:55 GMT -5
They rode fairly slowly, perhaps out of consideration to the ladies that were with them, or perhaps just to seem inconspicuous. The Goldcloaks and the Kingsguard at least were out of uniform, and Aelinor was wearing a hood so her pale hair would be less conspicuous.
"So, Aelinor, will this be the farthest you have ever travelled from the city?"
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Post by Felric Crowl on Aug 29, 2012 22:09:36 GMT -5
As the party proceeds along the road, they pass a slow moving rider in black. Felric had begun his long ride northward, and he was already tired after a long night, and drink, with Tobias. Glancing to his left, he noticed the large group passing by. With tired eyes he noticed the leader of the group was the knight who won the melee. Spurring his horse forward he hailed the leader "Edric! Rare to see a gold cloak beyond the city walls. Finally going after those bandits, or are you coming back to civilization finally?"
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Post by Ser Edric Reed on Aug 29, 2012 22:12:10 GMT -5
Ser Edric notices the man approaching and identifies him as Felric Crowl, a fellow northerner.
"Greetings Felric. No, not out bandit hunting. Official business of behalf of the King. I'm sure you understand. Where are you heading off to?"
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Post by Princess Aelinor Targaryen on Aug 29, 2012 22:12:14 GMT -5
Looking at Lorraine,"Yes, but it is exciting to see more then just Kings Landing all of the time." Seeing the rider in black as he addresses Ser Edric, "Lorraine, isn't that your archery fellow... The Smithy talking to Ser Edric?"
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