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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 15, 2015 20:30:23 GMT -5
The field of battle outside King's Landing, where thousands had died.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Apr 15, 2015 20:34:14 GMT -5
Crowl sits on what looks to be a pile of bodies next to a fire made from numerous broken weapons laying about. Over the fire is sure enough the remains of Mullendore with his spear through him, while the man cooks Crowl is stripping the nearby bodies of their bones and gathering a pile of the bloody bones next to his throne of corpses.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 15, 2015 21:08:34 GMT -5
The remaining healthy northmen pillage with the fury of a thousand hells guiding them. Wounded are butchered when lords aren't watching, and sometimes when they are. The Baratheon men remaining are less vicious but screams of the dying are heard for miles. Women and children come to pillage abandoned supply carts and snip jewelry off dying and dead men. The price of a sword drops by two thirds in the aftermath of the glut in the market.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 15, 2015 21:14:43 GMT -5
Something had snapped in Benjen, somewhere there on the battle field. He didn't know what, nor how it had happened... all the death, likely. The killing and the blood and the bodies. He did know however that he'd never be able to cry again, or to feel happiness. It wasn't possible anymore, not now. Not when all of his plans, all of his hopes had come to... this.
He had found Danya's body somewhere on the battle field and had picked her up, was carrying her now in some direction. Wherever he was going. He'd told her not to fight, not with him in the van, but she had insisted. Another person dead just for him. Why had they all died? For him. He had killed them all, in the end.
Benjen looked up and found himself standing in front of Kal Stark.
"Lord... Stark?" He heard himself say, his voice rough from shouting. "It is you... isn't it?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 15, 2015 21:22:31 GMT -5
Kalvin is staring at the lifeless body of his brother in law with a hint of...something. Probably not sadness. "Still here, Ben," he said. He looks at him. "Hell of a day." He sees the wounded being marched off. "Sorry about Danya. Good people, that one." He had two men take her from the young prince's arms. "We'll see her sent to Lord Leon." Around the men is the sound of death, the smell of death, the very presence of death. "Good thing Prince Aaron arrived. Lord Rycherd could fight. I will hunt the Faith down until the day they bury me, but the man can fight." He muses a bit absently. "Fucking Denys. Gods damn that man, getting in my way." He looks at Benjen's eyes. "You need to ride home. Fuck that pretty wife of yours. Play with your kids." He looked around. "We're going to have to retreat shortly anyway. Scouts are saying Frances Dayne is coming up with everything he has. We cannot contest King's Landing now." He frowns again at the body of Denys Ashford, then Lord Fillmore, then Bolton, then everyone else. "Hell of a day..."
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Apr 15, 2015 21:27:21 GMT -5
Crowl meanwhile is oblivious to the sorrow of everyone else and turns mullendore over to get an even roast and slightly sprinkles a bit of his flask over the cooked portion for seasoning. He then proceeds to go wash his hands in the carcass of a peasant wearing a star over what remains of the mans leather jerkin.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 15, 2015 21:32:23 GMT -5
"Stop the... the killing," Benjen said, somehow, waving around at the murder of wounded men, men who had surrendered. "Can we just... stop killing..." He looked down, just saw more corpses, closed his eyes. The dead followed him there too.
He wanted to go home. Wanted nothing more to do with this. But something had been forged here that day and it could not be broken.
"Lord Stark..." Benjen said, opening his eyes, the emotion no hidden from them. "I need you to take control of the men. We need order. After that we're marching west, to join King Brynden. Those men captured need to swear fealty to me too."
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 15, 2015 21:34:54 GMT -5
A man blinks as existence slowly blends together into a mismash of horror, death, and innumerable dead friends. Oh, that had been his life flashing in front of his eyes. He blinks again. Wait. One more blink. There were less blinks then there were supposed to be. Usually he had two and... oh gods. The pain came then on a red tidal wave, his eye, his legs, his back, everything hurt. He moved his arm and pushed himself off of the red squelching dirt, and found himself staring straight at Crowl. His vision was bleary as his eye tracked everything and he could barely see, but it seemed like the man was cooking something delicious. He had lost his sword somewhere, but that was okay. He picked up two more blades to feel safe (there seemed to be a lot of them everywhere?) and hobbled over to the Crowl.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 15, 2015 21:36:14 GMT -5
Kalvin rounds up a few dozen men. "Dress the fucking ranks, time gods-damned now! Any man late hangs." He points at a few more men. "Scare off those vultures, and assemble the prisoners. Don't get any goddam funny ideas, either, everyone is in formation in one hour or I hunt them myself. And I'm still feeling pretty fucking spry!" He turns back. "We should go north, or else Frances has a path straight up the Kingsroad. We can't hold here. Now when they have control of the seas."
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Apr 15, 2015 21:37:38 GMT -5
Crowl looks up with a broad red grin marked by the sudden parting of a giant blood stained face to reveal teeth almost as red as his face. "Larry ma boy, take a seat." He says pointing to the carcass of a horse laying near the fire. "Knew you would make it out alive, if not whole." He states noticing the missing eye.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 15, 2015 21:39:33 GMT -5
Larry mutely accepts the seat, not noticing how squelchy it is. Nor how horsey it is. He looks around the field for a moment, see's the bodies, does the tally, then nods. This seemed about right for the Prince. "Yes, er, yes I had fallen and couldn't get up, and there was this spear, and I seem to have lost my eye?" He pats the hole where it used to be, still bleeding raw. He probably should be unconscious right now, right?
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Apr 15, 2015 21:41:34 GMT -5
the Crowl rips a bit of cloth from one of the bodies he was sitting on and tosses it to Larry, "Wrap it up with this, maybe it'll stop the blood a bit. Can I interest you in some leg? or some whiskey, wash that taste of battle outta you."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Apr 15, 2015 21:42:14 GMT -5
Kalvin rounds up a few dozen men. "Dress the fucking ranks, time gods-damned now! Any man late hangs." He points at a few more men. "Scare off those vultures, and assemble the prisoners. Don't get any goddam funny ideas, either, everyone is in formation in one hour or I hunt them myself. And I'm still feeling pretty fucking spry!" He turns back. "We should go north, or else Frances has a path straight up the Kingsroad. We can't hold here. Now when they have control of the seas." "I'm not fucking running!" Benjen screams, his voice somehow not completely broken, and as he does the throw the blood encrusted sword that he still held onto the ground. "Gods fucking damn it! Not after this! How can we just... leave!? What have we won here!? Nothing!" He spun and kicked a corpse in the head, before turning around again. "What did all of these men die for today? For us to run from fucking Frances Dayne?! We let them get to the city and they take it! And then what?!"
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 15, 2015 21:43:38 GMT -5
Larry accepts the cloth and ties it unsuccessfully over his eye, then tries again, then settles for a bandana. It would work. Or something. "Yeah, a leg would be great. I'm much more hungry than usual. He looks to the right and left, back down again, then up. Where did half the world go again? Oh right, the eye.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 15, 2015 21:47:41 GMT -5
Kalvin looked about. "They died because we told them to," he said, apparently honestly. "Tyrell wouldn't bend, and wouldn't move, and so he had to break. I want Frances Dayne dead more than anyone, I assure you, but he is coming up that road with forty thousand or more healthy men, and those Volantenes are sailing up the Narrow Sea to come fuck us in the ass. Starks don't get fucked in the ass, unless it's my birthday and...nevermind." He points north. "Let the lions handle Highgarden, then we see how it looks. Our troops need weeks to heal up, and you need rest." He shrugs. "It's a good thing in a prince, not liking this. Makes you think before it starts. But it will kill us right now, thinking with your anger. Frances is taking King's Landing, and we either die defending it or live and come back and take it later."
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