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Post by Lord Samuel Tarly on May 25, 2008 10:26:59 GMT -5
An inn known for hosting primarily sellswords, in large numbers. It is an enormous building, with a dining area that can hold over a hundred men, with rooms upstairs for twice as many. There is a large sand-pit in the basement, hidden, where the inkeepers host illegal fights in the dead of night for men to gamble on.
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Post by Lord Samuel Tarly on May 25, 2008 10:28:55 GMT -5
The majority of men of the Blackguard mulled around the inn floor, drinking telling stories, and eating. A few were throwing knives at a bulls-eye in the corner of the room. Nearly all of them wore a smoke-grey tabard over their armor, with the sigil of striding huntsman in black on the chest.
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Post by The Seven on May 25, 2008 11:18:57 GMT -5
Ser William Royce entered the establishment, completely sober for once.
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Post by The Seven on May 25, 2008 12:17:42 GMT -5
The streets became very noisy for several minutes, as it sounded as if a parade or procession was taking place somewhere in the city. The noises grew until they were right outside the tavern. Finally, Ruro Illorhis entered, swaggering as ever, two dozen men crowded behind him, all nobles from the looks of them.
"Come, have a look," Ruro said to Samuel, but also to all others who were present. He motioned to the street.
In the street there were two hundred men dressed as Ruro was, in bright colors and with clothes depicting a great, horned bird on their sleeves, the sign of Ruro's ancient House. Behind these two hundred were approximately four hundred more men, but these were dressed more raggedly and in no pattern. There were dirty men, fat men, skinny men, tall men, short men, fierce men, pale men, dark men. They were the everchanging yet permanent presence in Tyrosh: sellswords. Tyrosh was famous for its ability to attract these many times unsavory figures.
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Post by Lord Samuel Tarly on May 25, 2008 12:21:38 GMT -5
Samuel surveyed the newcomers, his face betraying no emotion but he smiled inwardly. His four hundred men he had been training harshly since he had recruited them, and were beginning to look like a cohort of professional soldiers.
These new men did not have the same professional edge, but they would bring his numbers up and that was necessary too. "Excellent, Ruro," he said to the nobleman. "We will march from Tyrosh in a short time, south to Myr."
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Post by The Seven on May 25, 2008 12:23:33 GMT -5
Ruro smiled, pleased that he had pleased Samuel. "These two hundred are from my own father's guard," he explained. "These other men behind are men from the city, whom I have brought together under your banner. I gave them all a few coins to convince them to join, but they understand how it works with the pay and plunder. They are soldiers, though they look ragged enough. That is their life."
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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 25, 2008 15:35:41 GMT -5
Izir Feloos stood, looking at the group assembled, and frowned.
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Post by The Seven on May 25, 2008 15:46:41 GMT -5
Ser William Royce noticed the man, and after ordering an ale, speaks to him in a crude bastard valyrian. "What are you frowning about?"
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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 25, 2008 15:48:16 GMT -5
"That perhaps you are not having enough Izir to make sure no one dies." The man said, turning the frown into a smile. His beard was died bright yellow, and his back-length hair was died blue, to match his strange eyes.
"Is this thinking correct?"
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Post by The Seven on May 25, 2008 15:49:36 GMT -5
Ser William grinned, and extended a hand. "You must be Izir, then, surely?" He took a long drink of his ale and then offered it to the man. "We would be more than happy to have you, friend, for we will be winning great riches during out travels."
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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 25, 2008 15:51:21 GMT -5
"Where must Izir travel to, ask?" The man took a seat next to Ser William, turning the chair backward as he did. He had a long, curved sword seeming to grow from his back.
"Izir is a man of many fights, and goes where the money and fighting is best."
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Post by The Seven on May 25, 2008 15:54:05 GMT -5
"We go to Myr first," Ser William said cheerfully. "We will fight with the dragons, to conquer the city and take their women and riches." The young knight had never been involved in a true battle, but he was confident enough despite that little fact. "After that? Who knows. Wherever the wind takes us, my friend."
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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 25, 2008 15:55:12 GMT -5
"How well will Izir is being payed?" The man questioned, rolling his sleeves up.
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Post by The Seven on May 25, 2008 15:56:14 GMT -5
William shrugged, then chuckled. "I suppose that depends on how well Izir fights."
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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 25, 2008 16:02:48 GMT -5
"Then Izir will make more than everyman in the company. Izir is the most skilled fighter in the world."
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