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Post by Nyessos Qhaedar on May 23, 2014 10:32:56 GMT -5
The river road is a major road which begins in Casterly Rock and extends northeast through the Westerlands through Sarsfield and the Golden Tooth to Riverrun in the Riverlands. It then runs east along the Red Fork of the Trident valley to the inn at the crossroads, where it meets the kingsroad, which runs north and south, and the high road, which runs east to the Vale of Arryn.
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Post by Nyessos Qhaedar on May 23, 2014 11:04:44 GMT -5
The sun was rising when Maelys approached the thousand tents and campfires, he had slept the last whole day so there was plenty energy for this onem that had probably been the last warm bed he'd see in a long time.
"Let's do our show, you filthy snake." The Lord of Oldtown smiled and patted Corion's neck, the beast drew out a loud roar. Only after waking half the camp, he landed by the back flank of camp.
"Before you ask: I'm Maelys Targaryen, Lord Of Oldtown and the Port, Targaryen Prince... That bunch of old bullshit." He cried at the sentinels. "I've been sent by Lord Tully and King Maekar I, I need to speak to your commander."
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Post by Vhagar on May 23, 2014 12:43:11 GMT -5
"Our commander is Ser Ryman Tully," a guard explained. "He's heir to Riverrun now. That's his tent over there." He indicated the biggest tent, blue, with the Tully banner flying bravely beside it. "Have you come to help us deal with the Valemen, m'lord? Everyone says they'll declare for Aegon."
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Post by Nyessos Qhaedar on May 23, 2014 12:56:31 GMT -5
"Exactly... Though this should be hardly need, I've heard that a Riverlander can outfight several Valeman without breaking a sweat." Maelys smiled, years as a Kingsguard had taught him that flattery was one of the best way of keeping man on your side; flattery and... "Here, your dinner tonight is on me." You always grab a fish by it's mouth.
The lord walked confidently throught the tents, looking at each and every men and smiling at them as kindly as he could.
"Ser Ryman, this is Lord Maelys Targaryen. May I come in?!?!" He cried, as he stood by the canvas of the blue tent, staring happily at the guards by it.
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Post by Vhagar on May 23, 2014 13:24:40 GMT -5
The sentries seemed well pleased by Maelys' consideration and waved him through.
In the tent, it took only a few minutes before Ser Ryman's squire ushered Maelys inside where a young man waited. Ser Ryman was tall and broad-shouldered with auburn hair and a close-cropped beard. He bowed courteously to Maelys. "Please, my lord prince, take my seat. I'm Ryman Tully. We did not think to meet a Targaryen on the road."
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Post by Nyessos Qhaedar on May 23, 2014 13:53:44 GMT -5
"Well, then take this as a pleasant surprise." His armor rattled as he entered, his back were aching so he unstraped his crossbow and laid it by the side of the seat he took in front of Ryman.
"Honor to meet you, Ser!" Maelys smiled and offered his hand in greeting.
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Post by Vhagar on May 23, 2014 14:03:52 GMT -5
Ryman accepted the offered hand, his grasp firm and confident. "The honour is mine, truly. Are there new orders, perhaps? Last I heard, we were making for the High Road to watch for the Arryns."
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Post by Nyessos Qhaedar on May 23, 2014 14:12:38 GMT -5
"Nothing new, Ser, stick to the High Road... I'm just your new reinforcement, my babe, Corion, is waiting outside. We'll take care of the scouting and burning, now on." He joked.
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Post by Vhagar on May 23, 2014 14:23:26 GMT -5
"I see. How do matters progress in the capital? I haven't heard of any war elsewhere, except the pirates in the Stepstones, of course."
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Post by Nyessos Qhaedar on May 23, 2014 14:39:44 GMT -5
"Neither did I, I must tell you... At least until I left King's Landing. The kettle is just starting to boil, unfortunately, soon war will be everywhere. I myself have commanded the men of Oldtown to be raised... It's sad to think that before the end of the year many good men will be lying under the ground."
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Post by Vhagar on May 23, 2014 14:57:54 GMT -5
"Yes. Many of them will be my own, I know." Ryman looked concerned for a moment. "My eldest brother was slain by bandits. It could be me next. Not a pleasant thought, I know. Do you know the Arryns well, my lord?"
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Post by Nyessos Qhaedar on May 23, 2014 15:11:32 GMT -5
"I've seen them personally a couple of times when they came to the capital, but never got to know'em."
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Post by Vhagar on May 23, 2014 16:29:33 GMT -5
"Ah. I merely wondered, you know, how certain it is that they are for Aegon. My father is no great warrior himself. He is praying for peace, but my uncle and I are certain it will not happen until thousands lie dead. We have made camp for now but your services would be most useful as we continue onwards."
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Post by Nyessos Qhaedar on May 23, 2014 17:46:19 GMT -5
"Talking about making camp, it would be lovely If you could spare a 'tent', and maybe also a squire. I may have forgotten mine at the capital." Maelys gave a shameless smile. "And if anyone asks.... They fell from my dragon on the way here... well... not the squire... the tents... eeeeerm... You got what I meant, didn't you?" "Since I have nowhere to rest for now, I shall be scouting around the camp... Be back by dawn." (It would mean much to me if you could assign me a promising fair haired squire called Jon Bracken.  ) |
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Post by Vhagar on May 23, 2014 18:30:40 GMT -5
"Of course. The quartermasters should be able to find you a tent, and food and drink as well. You could see the quartermasters about food and drink," Ryman suggested. "As for a squire, my own should be able to help you. Warrior keep you safe, my lord. And the dragon too."
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Post by Nyessos Qhaedar on May 23, 2014 20:43:59 GMT -5
"I give you thanks, my friend." Maelys rose from his seat, not forgetting his most trusted crossbow. "Before I leave, would you be so kind to call your squire around? I wish to show him something... It's almost a rite of passage for my squire." It sounded a bit rapey, but he had no such intention.
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Post by Vhagar on May 24, 2014 7:08:00 GMT -5
Ser Ryman frowned in concern but knew better than to refuse a Targaryen. "As you wish. Marq, come here."
A boy of perhaps fourteen, short and stocky, came forward. "Yes, ser?"
"Lord Maelys wishes to speak to you. I have agreed that you will assist him, as well as myself, so long as he remains with our army."
The boy nodded. "Yes. ser."
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Post by Nyessos Qhaedar on May 24, 2014 11:31:28 GMT -5
"Hey, lad, my name is Prince Maelys Targaryen, you have the pleasure to serve me!" Maelys curved himself to level with the boy and thought for a second. "Nah, don't bother. I was going to give you a gift, but you seem to be tired and I have some work to do." He petted the boy's head.
"Go fetch my stuff with the quartermasters, Tell'em it's on King Maekar's account... If they won't heed you Tell'em o look to the sky." He winked. "I'll be back at twilight, Tully, you'll dine with me and invite whatever other Lord or famous person around."
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Post by Vhagar on May 24, 2014 16:06:42 GMT -5
"Of course. You'll want to include my uncle then," Ryman suggested. "He's a noted cavalry commander."
The boy Marq nodded and ran off.
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Post by Nyessos Qhaedar on May 24, 2014 20:54:47 GMT -5
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It was already after dark, Maelys had ridden the whole afternoon taking a look at the terrain. Sitting at his table, he could see through the canvas the firepitss of thousands of soldiers.
Patiently he awaited for Ryman and whomever he would bring. Earlier the Lord of Oldtown had had a realisation, he now would expose it.
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Post by Vhagar on May 25, 2014 14:55:31 GMT -5
Ryman arrived with a handsome man of about thirty, with sleek red hair tied back and falling to his shoulders. "Prince Maelys, may I present my uncle, Ser Raymond Rivers," he said.
Ser Raymond nodded. "Honoured, my lord."
"Sorry it's just the two of us for now, Ryman said. "I hope you won't mind that."
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Post by Maekar on May 25, 2014 15:00:51 GMT -5
Ser Ethan Smallwood was also present; he was leading the men from Acorn Hall who had answered Lord Tully's call for arms. He was the regent to his seven-year-old nephew, who was the Lord of Acorn Hall, and his younger brother, Ser Jaremy Smallwood had remained behind with the young lord, acting as the castle's castellan.
Ser Etahn was a short man, stocky and at first glance not a man you'd expect to be a warrior, but he was well renowned on the battlefield and what he lacked in natural ability he made up in courage and experience.
"I apologize for being late, my lords," he said as he entered. "My squire nearly lamed my horse as we made camp today, I had to correct him before I could depart my pavilion."
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Post by Nyessos Qhaedar on May 25, 2014 15:04:19 GMT -5
"Please, take a seat, my lords!" Maelys smiled and pointed the free slots at the table.
"Don't be sorry, my good Smallwood friend, this kind of things happens." He told Ser Ethan peacefully, he wouldn't reproach a men he had just met abou the way he treated his own squire.
"As you might have noticed, gentlemen, this is a businness meeting. Earlier, as I scouted the terrain, I suddenly remembered of an important factor we'd been overlooking." He turned his gaze at the Bastard of Riverrun, guessing he'd offer greater expereince than the Tully heir. "Tell me, Ser Raymund, how far are we from Harrenhal?"
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Post by Vhagar on May 25, 2014 15:19:42 GMT -5
"A few days march," Ser Raymund guessed. "If all goes well. Though as I am sure you are aware, we have both seasoned men and raw recruits amidst our ranks. As a dragonrider, will our pace hamper your movements, my lord?"
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Post by Nyessos Qhaedar on May 25, 2014 15:32:47 GMT -5
"Not at all... We change course in the morrow. Lord Harroway is yet to swear fealty to King Maekar, we cannot risk to enter the High Road with such a foe unnatended at our backs." Maelys cleaned his throat. "We'd be cought between the a stone and a hard place, and in the Mountains it would be almost impossible to achieve a organized retreat... A massacre, dragonrider or not."
"What do we know about it's garrison? Would our numbers suffice to lay siege at the greatest castle of Westeros?" They were legitimate questions, Maelys liked to keep everyone aware and participating at the strategical discussion, as he had always done in the City Watch.
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too