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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 29, 2015 14:37:54 GMT -5
Along the long road, Kalvin's army meets Crowl's Thenns.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 29, 2015 14:53:33 GMT -5
Robyn was surprised they met a Wildling force so soon, she looked at Hector, who had joined her. she thought about telling him to get back, if there was fighting, but he was a adult, he could make his own bad decisions, just like she could make her own. At least she hoped the north felt valued, having two of the Kings Children come up to help it, even if it was the two least valuable ones.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 29, 2015 15:01:37 GMT -5
Kalvins vanguard is two thousand strong, and behind the cavalry line half the host lazily deploys, heavy foot and archers. The irritated lord and the royals ride out with the grim guard Gerald Bolton and the cavalry. He awaqits the Crowl and the wildling leader. "Fear is their food and wine, Hector," he said. "Show none." The yonu prince looks about with more curiosity than anything.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 29, 2015 15:07:20 GMT -5
"You'll be fine, just make sure you look right at them."
Robyn thought about telling him that, like Crowl, they eat people. She looked around the army of Bold Headed men and women, with a calm look, waiting for crowl. She was back wearing her armour, with her sword and her bow, Her army was leather and chain, better for movement and archery and quick attacks than Hectors shiny plate. Her was well worn, and had seen plenty for a seventeen year old princess.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 29, 2015 15:10:30 GMT -5
"I'm not seven anymore, Robyn," Hector said. "But...look," he nodded his head. "They have giants." He manages to not shout it. The two beasts are easily twelve feet tall, nearly twice the size of Kalvin in height, and fifteen Robyn's by mass.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 29, 2015 15:16:08 GMT -5
A robyn was a common unit of tiny measurement up north. It is known.
She glared sharply at her brother from the side of her eyes, but then saw the Giants and blinked a couple of times. They were big.
"How does it feel to be me?" She asked Kal, not expecting a response, this was serious, after all, and Kalvin seemed, in one of his really rare, hardly ever seen, blink and you'll miss it, bad moods.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 29, 2015 15:28:31 GMT -5
"They all bleed the same," he said calmly. "Ice cuts through flesh whether it's a man sized lump or a, well, giant sized one." He dismounts his horse to await the Skaagosi lord. "It is rather impressive, though."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 29, 2015 15:36:38 GMT -5
Robyn wondered if they should follow suite, and decided she would at least. It would be... condescending to stay on horseback when the thens had none, especially if Kalvin's new model was peace.
She dismounted her own horse in a single swift movement, and stood by Kalvin, slightly behind and to the side.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 29, 2015 15:42:05 GMT -5
Hector frowns and follows their lead. "Giving up the advantage before battle, Kalvin? Didn't you tell me never to do that?"
The young lord laconically replies, "Yep." Hector looks at his sister, then at Kalvin, then back to the Thenns. "Didn't tell you to this time, either."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 29, 2015 15:44:48 GMT -5
"If you two have finished talking of the old days in the school room," She said, rolling her eyes, she happened to do her best work on the ground anyway. But imagined if it came to a ruckus, she would return and draw with the archers.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 29, 2015 18:18:08 GMT -5
The Crowl, the giants, and the Magnar of Thenn with his favoured guards, including a man clearly his son, approach. Kalvin, the royals, Lord Umber, and Gerald Bolton meet them about two hundred yards from his line. A light rain begins falling, which is something of a nuisance. The Magnar stares at Robyn and points at her. "Marry her. Peace." he said, and his son howls with laughter. Hector's hand tightens around his sword, but Kalvin just looks at her and shrugs.
"If that's what it takes."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 29, 2015 18:35:10 GMT -5
Robyn narrows her eyes slightly, but smiled. It was not a pleasant smile. Looking the man over, trying to gage his appearance, age, all that jazz. Not that it would matter
"Come and get me, Thenn. Is that not how you do things?" She had of course heard of the Thenns. The most, southern like of the wildlings, lords, laws, enterprise. If she had to marry one, a Thenn would not be the worst.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 29, 2015 18:43:02 GMT -5
The Thenn grins and he approaches the pretty girl. Kalvin offers a hand to shake, and the Magnar grabs it with a victorious hoot of triumph. Kalvin's left hand, meanwhile, his dominant hand, suddenly explodes into motion, his fingers stiffening, slashing into the man's throat, digging, then pulling out his vocal chords, all in about a second. The Magnar chokes and gasps as the Thenns debate attacking or helping or..."Lord Crowl. Grab the boy." Kalvin's voice is low and unhurried. He hasn't even drawn his sword.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Apr 29, 2015 18:50:30 GMT -5
Crow grabs the son's shoulder and launches him behind the group. "Your father was a idiot, go find your new Magnar and have him come forward." He says kicking the body of the first man out of the way and too the side. "Lord Kalvin didn't know you where sent to greet us. I brought Prince Benjen his man as ordered, if not with a few setbacks."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 29, 2015 18:52:30 GMT -5
"I said, grab him, Crowl," Kalvin said evenly. "Bring him to me." He's still holding the vocal chords. "Clearly your way failed. Now we try my way." The giants look back and forth, either confused or somewhat entertained.
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