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Post by Ser Nestor Clegane on Sept 8, 2012 19:33:28 GMT -5
The Kingswood is a large forest that lies across the Blackwater Rush from King's Landing.
Nestor leads his three personal guard, and the 20 Goldcloaks that Ser Mors Mallister has assigned to him, into the south western region. Jory stays riding directly to his left. In this formation Nestor hopes for Ser Arthur to ride directly to his right.
They ride at a brisk pace for the first point that the Goldcloak commander had circled on the Kingswood map earlier.
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Sept 9, 2012 21:04:30 GMT -5
Aymery could hear the hoofbeats behind him. They were moving more quickly now...he hoped to outdistance them still. Please, please, please!
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Sept 10, 2012 7:13:40 GMT -5
Arthur heard someone crashing through the brush with his good ear. He drew his sword and spurred his horse. "There's someone ahead." he said to Nestor. His destrier jumped over fallen trees and he emerged into a small clearing. He saw... Aymery.
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Post by Ser Nestor Clegane on Sept 10, 2012 20:43:03 GMT -5
Nestor frowned as Arthur raced ahead towards a noise Nestor himself had not heard. He urged his horse forward anyway to make sure Arthur was not caught alone.
Jory kept pace perfectly with Nestor, and waved the troops onward.
Nestor took out his warhammer and Jory drew his sword as they reached Arthur. Neither Jory or Nestor had a clue who was ahead of them, but they both saw Arthur staring at a boy who looked to be around Jory's age.
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Sept 10, 2012 20:58:54 GMT -5
"Arthur?" called Aymery, as he galloped forward. He reined in his horse in and turned to avoid collision. It really was Arthur, but he couldn't slow down. "They're behind me, all of them! The Brotherhood!" Two more men appeared, faces he did not recognise, though he was shocked at the size of one of them.
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Sept 11, 2012 16:17:36 GMT -5
"Aym, go behind Nestor and Jory." Arthur's face was calm as he loaded his crossbow and slipped on his helm. He checked his shield. "How many are after you, boy?"
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Sept 11, 2012 22:43:28 GMT -5
Aymery furrowed his brow. "I'll have you know I managed to fell their leader, its how I escaped. You can't just have me go to the back of the fight every time, Arthur." Still, he obediently walked his mount behind Nestor and Jory. "I don't know how many, but its a fair few. They were hot on my heels not a moment ago."
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Post by Ser Nestor Clegane on Sept 12, 2012 4:16:41 GMT -5
"Were they all horsed?" Is all Nestor asks as he moves his warhammer to his single handed hold (strength - noteworthy)
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Post by The Great Other on Sept 12, 2012 9:04:50 GMT -5
(Uh....what are you looking for with that? You Hold your warhammer well.  ) |
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Post by Ser Nestor Clegane on Sept 12, 2012 19:24:08 GMT -5
(Well I am hoping to strike people with one hand while using a two handed weapon, and not lose anything.)
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Sept 12, 2012 19:39:35 GMT -5
"Boy," Arthur looked to Aym, "How many men are after you?"
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Sept 12, 2012 19:58:07 GMT -5
(ooc: I am pretty sure we are supposed to use the battle thread that they have set up for us. I also already replied to that, Art. ) |
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Sept 12, 2012 20:10:28 GMT -5
(ooc: oh, thanks. Well, bedtime now; school in the morning)
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Oct 3, 2012 12:38:42 GMT -5
Hightower sheathed his sword and ran to Aym. "Boy, next time you worry me like that I'll...I'll." He suddenly grasped his squire in an embrace. "I missed you, boy."
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Oct 3, 2012 13:20:56 GMT -5
(SO CUTE)
Aymery made a face. "Uh, sure you did." When Hightower let him go, he looked at him awkwardly. "Thanks, I guess." He stared over at Trajan and Brynden, who were now suffering capture. Brynden's leg was at an awkward angle and beads of sweat stood out on the man's face. Aymery winced. He had done that...but he didn't regret it.
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