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Post by Vhagar on Feb 14, 2014 11:46:04 GMT -5
Ser William gripped his sword eagerly. He was young and confident and desired nothing more than the honour of a place in the Kingsguard. He waited for someone on the opposing team to move.
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Post by Maekar on Feb 14, 2014 11:52:53 GMT -5
(How do we know which group were in?) A young lad with sandy hair and freckles who could not have been more than fifteen ran up, clutching a helmet and out of breath. "Am I too late? I ran all the way from the armory..." He had the burning tree of Marbrand on his arming coat over his mail. The sigil and his youth named him Ser Aymery Marbrand, the youngest son of Lord Marbrand and part of the retinue of Lord Reyne. He was pointed in the direction of the B group, and ran to join them, listening as the situation was explained. He glanced man to man and at last piped up, "I could try, Ser. I'm quick, if I say so myself," he said with his boyish eagerness. His voice cracked and he went red. Ser Bruce flipped the dagger around in his hand, and passed it to the boy. He did a quick count and saw that they outnumbered the protectors group, but only by two men. "We would be fools to rush them, unarmed as we are. If six of us circle tight around the lad and move in a group, we might shield him from their sight. A few others making a distraction, perhaps a small group on the opposite side of us, and another behind them, could draw away enough of the men for our young Marbrand to land a blow." |
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Post by Horas on Feb 14, 2014 12:06:33 GMT -5
"Any man who uses a blade on one of the unarmed men without the ability to justify it will be penalized." Brandon replied, "Otherwise there are not." Anders grinned and called for his squire to bring him his horse. "As I note all of the opposite team is on foot, my lord, it seems as though speed is the best defense." He held out his hand. "Climb up and I will bring you safely to the other end of the field, as you request." |
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Feb 14, 2014 12:10:56 GMT -5
Brandon turned his nose up at the horse, "We would like to take a leisurely stroll today ser," he replied, "It's good for the digestion."
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Post by Horas on Feb 14, 2014 23:44:04 GMT -5
"As you say, Lord Commander." Anders hides a fleeting look of annoyance; he had obviously thought he was being clever. He dismounts and takes a place at the Lord Commander's right side, telling the others in the group to form a tight box formation around Brandon, shields up and weapons out.
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Post by The Gambler on Feb 15, 2014 7:21:19 GMT -5
Trajan kept his eyes upon the team of "Assassins" with more than casual interest. After all, the Inquisitors had a vacancy in their ranks as well.
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Feb 15, 2014 9:52:29 GMT -5
"Shall we?" Brandon said as he began to amble forward.
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Post by Vhagar on Feb 15, 2014 10:10:43 GMT -5
Ser William kept close to the Lord Commander, his gaze fixed firmly on those who would be considered his enemies.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2014 12:35:06 GMT -5
Elsey watched the group sullenly, though said nothing. She hadn't even protested at being told she had to come along. She had only just managed to obtain a crutch to lean on, she wasn't going to run the risk of Trajan kicking it out from under her or strangling her with it.
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Feb 15, 2014 14:21:04 GMT -5
(How do we know which group were in?) A young lad with sandy hair and freckles who could not have been more than fifteen ran up, clutching a helmet and out of breath. "Am I too late? I ran all the way from the armory..." He had the burning tree of Marbrand on his arming coat over his mail. The sigil and his youth named him Ser Aymery Marbrand, the youngest son of Lord Marbrand and part of the retinue of Lord Reyne. He was pointed in the direction of the B group, and ran to join them, listening as the situation was explained. He glanced man to man and at last piped up, "I could try, Ser. I'm quick, if I say so myself," he said with his boyish eagerness. His voice cracked and he went red. Ser Bruce flipped the dagger around in his hand, and passed it to the boy. He did a quick count and saw that they outnumbered the protectors group, but only by two men. "We would be fools to rush them, unarmed as we are. If six of us circle tight around the lad and move in a group, we might shield him from their sight. A few others making a distraction, perhaps a small group on the opposite side of us, and another behind them, could draw away enough of the men for our young Marbrand to land a blow." Ser Aymery took it, feeling the balance and weight of the thing in his hand. He was surprised the man had given it to him, but he managed to conceal his surprise behind a grin of confidence (or what he hoped look like confidence). He noticed the Lord Commander and his men beginning to move across the feild and gestured toward them. "Let's go, we can't let them get past the halfway point." |
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Post by Maekar on Feb 15, 2014 14:28:57 GMT -5
Ser Bruce detailed three men to swing around and approach the Lord Commander's party from 8 o'clock, posing as beggars looking for alms; most nobles took carriages through the city for the peasants would be drawn to fine clothing like a shark to blood all seeking a handout of coin. He sent four men around the other side, to wait in an alley on the right side of the Lord Commander's party. When they passed, the four men were instructed to start brawling with each other, 2 versus 2, and to have their fight spill over into the group protecting the target.
The remaining six men, Ser Bruce among them, would form a tight square against the smaller Ser Aymery, hoping to shield him from view as they approached the target head on.
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Post by Lady Visenya Targaryen on Feb 17, 2014 16:28:33 GMT -5
Aymery felt tiny among all the other men. He wondered when he'd get hisfull growth on him, and whether he could hope to succeed against The Lord Commander. He was very pleased to be entrusted with the dagger, and felt at least two inches taller with pride. He skulked along inside the human wall, heart beating against his ribs.
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Feb 17, 2014 17:30:33 GMT -5
The Lord Commander began to cross the field, seemingly oblivious to the presence of his guards. The groups of men on Team B began to brawl amongst themselves, shouting and being distracting.
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Post by Horas on Feb 17, 2014 17:45:42 GMT -5
Ser Anders stayed close to the Lord Commander and ignored the brawlers unless they moved closer.
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too
Jul 3, 2014 12:43:09 GMT -5
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too
Jul 3, 2014 12:43:09 GMT -5