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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 29, 2015 20:28:23 GMT -5
Hector nodded. The army marches north. As they break for camp Kalvin uncharacteristically has his men set up his tent while he stares off into the sunset.
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Karyl Crowl
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Apr 29, 2015 20:50:10 GMT -5
Crowl walks up to Kal to stand beside him and offers the man a flask before speaking. "I tried to prevent as much raiding as I could on the travel south, any wildling that left and was found I had executed, didn't catch all of them but got a good amount." He says spitting off to the opposite side from which Kal stood. "Might not mean much but I'm sorry for everything that got fucked up."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 30, 2015 4:56:50 GMT -5
Kalvin just shakes his head. "Gods damn it Crowl we needed them down south or dead. If they raise swords I plan on leaving their bodies everywhere. Is that going to be a problem?" He notices Hector and his sister settnig up their tents. "If it's a problem head south now."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 30, 2015 5:58:35 GMT -5
Hector, as he sets up his tent, looks to his sister. "Have you ever seen anything like that today, Robyn?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 30, 2015 7:25:19 GMT -5
"Like that?" Robyn asked, people ripping out people's vocal chords and strangling their sons with them, were admittedly not a common occurrence. "No nothing like that, I have seen some pretty horrid things, people being burnt alive stuff like that, but nothing like that done by someone I am close to." She looked over in Kalvin's direction. She did not need to ask if Hector had seen anything as bad as that.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 30, 2015 8:36:53 GMT -5
Hector nods. "Maybe Kalvin is secretly a wildling," he mused as he put his tent up. He was good at it, at least. He looked to the two lonely giants. "Do you think they can talk?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 30, 2015 9:58:33 GMT -5
Robyn's tent putting up skills were less defined that her brothers, after all, she had little practice recently, having shared Kalvin's. She was not sure she would have wanted to even if she had needed to. "Probably not the language we speak, but why not finf out?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 30, 2015 10:01:24 GMT -5
Hector shrugs. "I guess I will." He appraoches the northern lords. "Lord Crowl, do the giants talk?" Given that they do, he follows up with, "Can we...go talk to them? I think that's fascinating." Kalvin looks amused but waves them both on. He stands and scratches his forehead and heads over to his tent.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 30, 2015 10:26:35 GMT -5
Robyn watches Crowl and Hector leave to talk to the Giants. She hoped hector got some kind of pleasure from it. Strange boy he was.
She waited until they were a ways away then followed the Lord, or new Magnar,as it were.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 30, 2015 10:33:01 GMT -5
Kalvin is arranging all of his stuff into a trunk when she walks in. He turns around and looks at Robyn expressionlessly when she enters. He flexes his left hand painfully a few times. "Apparently they really had giants."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 30, 2015 10:59:24 GMT -5
"Seems so, I'd let the person who supplies you with information keep their vocal chords, for now" she commented, looking at his hand, "need help with that?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 30, 2015 11:04:04 GMT -5
"Sure," he said. He sits down and holds it out. "Maybe I was wrong. You looked so excited to marry the Magnar. I almost had a moment of guilt," he joked.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 30, 2015 11:19:16 GMT -5
"Sure," he said. He sits down and holds it out. "Maybe I was wrong. You looked so excited to marry the Magnar. I almost had a moment of guilt," he joked. Robyn stands in front of him and take his hand, digging her fingers into it, massaging the muscle on the palm. "I thought I had really been blessed by the gods, the prospect of such a man. I told you I would do what it takes. You were willing to kill him, I would we'd him, I clearly am willing to sacrifice far more." She smirked at him, moving to his fingers.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 30, 2015 11:23:30 GMT -5
He grimaces but it clearly feels good. "That's true," he said. "Only a deluded fool would question your resolve," he extends his fingers. He watches her body sway a bit while she works. "Or your beauty, or courage, or anything else," he finally admits.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 30, 2015 11:43:32 GMT -5
Her eyes darted up to his, seeing them watching her.
Robyn rather wondered how she managed to survive before she had come into her looks. She takes a long time before answering, giving each finger her full attention, "I think some people doubt my common sense," she replied, smiling softly. "I knew you had ulterior motives for letting me sleep in your tent." She moved her hands down to his wrist, rubbing that next, it all worked together.
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