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Post by Princess Aelinor Targaryen on Sept 2, 2012 22:34:26 GMT -5
Brynden is startled from his rest to see the arrow, and stands up with his sword drawn looking out for whoever shot in his direction. He then turned looking into the forest behind him.
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Post by The Great Other on Sept 2, 2012 22:35:50 GMT -5
A few band of men leap down and look to the man. "Hello Son...I hear there are bandits on the road it is unsafe for people to be walking the roads alone."
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Post by Princess Aelinor Targaryen on Sept 2, 2012 22:39:36 GMT -5
He looks at them, his sword still up. Brynden scowled,"Yeah I heard that."
"I guess I'm lucky that you found me then, huh? Forgive me, if I don't seem too trusting."
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Post by The Great Other on Sept 3, 2012 11:39:43 GMT -5
"Why is that, we are all friendly here. Tell me, who do you pray for? Did you wish for their safety?" They grin.
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Post by Princess Aelinor Targaryen on Sept 3, 2012 11:55:35 GMT -5
"Friendly? What friendly person shoots arrows at another?" He slowly sheathed his sword,"And I pray to no Gods, my safety is my own responsibility."
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Post by The Great Other on Sept 3, 2012 12:01:01 GMT -5
"I see, and what do you seek?" he asks.
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Post by Princess Aelinor Targaryen on Sept 3, 2012 12:37:18 GMT -5
Brynden smirked,"Freedom to do as I please, fine wine to drink and an occasional good looking whore to sit on my face."
He looked at the men,"Is that too much to ask for?"
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Post by The Great Other on Sept 3, 2012 12:42:11 GMT -5
"Well you are a Heathen like the rest of us...perhaps you wish to gain coin in an... unhonorable way?" They say with a wide grin
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Post by Princess Aelinor Targaryen on Sept 3, 2012 12:45:06 GMT -5
Brynden smiled,"As long as I get coin", shaking his head,"What other way is there?"
"I watched my father slave away in the smitthy for years. He barely had enough coin to feed us half the time and that dear lads was supposed to have been honest coin."
Smirking,"So yeah, I'm in..."
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Post by The Great Other on Sept 3, 2012 12:49:27 GMT -5
"Good we will have you mean the Heretic" He walks off into the forest for Brynden to follow.
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Post by Princess Aelinor Targaryen on Sept 3, 2012 12:54:13 GMT -5
Grabbing his things, he tightens his sword belt and follows that gents into the forest.
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Oct 4, 2012 16:56:45 GMT -5
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Arthur breathed in the air. It felt good to be on the Roseroad again, he often rode it when he was younger. Right now his main concern was getting to Oldtown to speak with his father.
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Oct 4, 2012 17:14:00 GMT -5
Aymery rode sullenly behind his master, glancing up at him now and then. He had been getting on quite well with Jory, he thought, and would have liked to sing as he had promised, and to feast, and to make eyes at girls. But the Roseroad was calling Hightower's name, it seemed. "So what do you need to talk to your father about that's so important? I wanted to stay for just a little more."
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Oct 4, 2012 17:27:16 GMT -5
"You'll learn when we arrive." Hightower kept it short and focused on the sprawling road in front of him.
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Oct 4, 2012 17:33:54 GMT -5
"So damn cryptic," Aymery muttered under his breath. "How far is it, then?" All the way to the sea, he thought. Days and days and days.
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