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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Oct 3, 2012 15:55:41 GMT -5
Hightower strode up to Trajan and smacked him across the face with his gauntlet. "That's for taking my squire," He hit Trajan again, "and that is for Cedric and his leg." He smiled.
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Oct 3, 2012 16:13:20 GMT -5
Aymery grinned at the captives, but still hesitated to appeach them. "They treated me well enough, Arthur. What is really unfortunate is that he," Aymery gestured at Brynden. "He just joined up."
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Oct 3, 2012 16:17:35 GMT -5
Arthur leaned in close to Trajan and whispered, "I want the honor of killing you myself." He turned to Aym, "My horse, boy, bring it."
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Post by Ser Nestor Clegane on Oct 3, 2012 19:45:07 GMT -5
Nestor patted Jory on the back. He saw his Squire fight well.
"I want the reward for him, I knocked him out." Nestor says over to Arthur, as he sees him hitting Trajan and whispering to the Heretic. "After that you can hit him as much as you want."
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Oct 3, 2012 20:02:06 GMT -5
Aymery smiled at the other boy, assuming he was a squire too. He didn't recognize him, though.
He seemed a bit sheepish, having led the Brotherhood into their midst. He was relieved to encounter the knights and the goldcloaks though, even if Hightower had awkwardly embraced him. It was frighteningly perfect timing...
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Post by Ser Nestor Clegane on Oct 3, 2012 20:44:20 GMT -5
Jory was pleased with the small amount of affection Nestor showed him with the pat on the back, but he was slightly jealous though by the amount that Ser Arthur showed the squire that got himself captured.
Jory remembered him, and gave a feigned smile back. He was the one that got to fight in the tourney that Nestor did not let Jory enter.
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Oct 3, 2012 21:29:52 GMT -5
The other boy didn't look very pleasant. Aymery frowned. Maybe he was some kind of snob. "Hey," he said anyway. "Good job."
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Post by Ser Nestor Clegane on Oct 4, 2012 6:51:28 GMT -5
Jory was surprised when the other boy spoke to him, he had thought he was mocking him with his smile.
"Uh thank you. You did some fine work on him." Jory responds pointing to Bryden.
"I am Jory Lorch." He says while putting out his hand.
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Oct 4, 2012 8:24:31 GMT -5
"Aymery Westerling," he said back, taking Jory's hand in his. He, too, eyed Brynden. "Uh, thanks," he muttered, not entirely proud of having crippled a man. "So, you're Clegane's squire? Do you know when he'll let you be knighted?"
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Post by Ser Nestor Clegane on Oct 4, 2012 9:10:31 GMT -5
Jory thought about Aymery's name for a moment. He was from the Westerlands like he and Nestor.
Jory frowned at the question. "When I start to act like one. He says there is more to a Knight than just his skill with a sword." Jory looks over at the Huge Knight, and shrugs. "So I don't know when that will be. It is incredibly frustrating. "
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Oct 4, 2012 11:45:48 GMT -5
"Brynden Tully of tge Kingsguard promised to knight me on my sixteenth nameday!" It suddenly felt more real to him, now that he was free of the Brotherhood. His disapproving father was a lifetime away now. "Don't worry, Jory, you'll get there." He swaggered a little without realizing it, talking down to the boy as though he were a knight already and Years older than Jory. Hightower was a bad influence, quick-tempered and brash, though Aymery did not realize it. "Maybe I'll be a Kingsguard myself when I'm grown! Or maybe I'll travel across tge Narrow Sea and make a name for myself in the Free Cities." His eyes were starry with hopes and dreams. "How about you, Jory?"
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Post by Ser Nestor Clegane on Oct 4, 2012 12:45:50 GMT -5
Jory tried to hide his disdain. First he was able to enter into the tournament and now he is already promised to be knighted when he is sixteen. Jory knew he should not take his jealously out on Aymery, but it was hard. Maybe this was what Nestor was talking about when acting more Knightly.
"That is... very fortunate for you, The Kingsguard does not Knight just any Squire. I am hoping to be in the Kingsguard myself. I am sure every squire wants to be one at fourteen though."
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Oct 4, 2012 13:14:26 GMT -5
Aymery grinned. He could tell Jory was a little uncomfortable but preferred to gloss over that fact. "Well, it's not like my father would ever do it. He made me enter the tourney...everyone thought I would get killed, but I showed them!" He shrugged. "Really, though, I'd like to be a singer. I'm better with a harp than a sword. Maybe I'll write a song about today. My narrow escape from the Brotherhood, their capture at the hands of my comrades at arms! You can be in it too, of course, and all the maidens will fall at your feet." He winked at the other boy. "Of course, thats the only problem with the Kingsguard. You'll have to ignore all the pretty maidens in favor of your king."
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Post by Ser Nestor Clegane on Oct 4, 2012 14:04:46 GMT -5
Jory smiled. "A singer really? I bet we get a feast when we get back, you should play for the girls! I will hang around you of course..."
Jory had to think on the Kingsguard comment. "Well I wouldn't want to be in the Kingsguard till I'm older, and experienced more things."
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Post by Ser Arthur Hightower on Oct 4, 2012 15:22:35 GMT -5
Arthur strode up, "No feast fot me or Aym. We have to get on the Roseroad as soon as possible. And I still don't have my bloody horse, boy. Fetch. It. Now."
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