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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on May 6, 2015 15:06:48 GMT -5
"I'll be with you in that. I would like a second chance against that beast. Damn thing got away the first time. It'll haunt my dreams until it's dead. I like my sleep, so I'm making sure it's gone this time." Dud replies, getting the chills thinking about the monster of Dayne's. "I won't find if that green dragon takes it out though. I can down more time taking down Dayne's soldiers then."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 6, 2015 15:09:59 GMT -5
"If the beast dies, we ignore the fight," he said. "Prince Benjen can lead the war. We will go straight for the head and slice it off," he said. "When he dies their army dies."
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on May 6, 2015 15:12:19 GMT -5
"You can count on me, My Lord." Dud answers. "I'll get that monster's head one way or another."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 6, 2015 15:15:25 GMT -5
"Good." Kalvin rises. "We ove out int the morning. Kingsgrave then Brycesgrave." As they talk, some men arrive; the old Vulture's host. "So," he muses, "the last Dayne is here. How lovely." He nods and heads off.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on May 6, 2015 15:37:45 GMT -5
Dud bows to Lord Stark and then moves back to his tent area. There would be no drinking tonight. He'll have a clear mind and body for the march.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on May 11, 2015 16:21:30 GMT -5
Karyl stays with the wounded letting his foot rest, he sits on a log outside of his tent. The corpse of the dragon is next to his tent and strewn about are bits and pieces of his ruined plate armor. In a sack next to him are large scales that he had pried from the body of the dragon golem. Crowl sits and watches a blacksmith and a carver arguing back and forth about the best way to use the dragon scales in a new set of armor for the giant man.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 11, 2015 16:28:55 GMT -5
It is decided that using the scales as plates on an existing frame of metal is the sensible way. It offers a much more badass appearance. After their queen's death the wildlings are starting to get a little crazy. They openly discuss their desire to go to Flint's Finger.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on May 11, 2015 16:30:47 GMT -5
Nymos is in one of the numerous tents, arrows still inside of him as his breathing is heavy and strained. He had tried to remove one of the arrows, but could do little but grasp the shaft once before the pain forced him to stop. His hands shoke as they clenched a broken spear shaft, his eyes unfocused as he looked down to the ground as yet, only one thought played through his pain addled mind.
He'd failed. He'd had an opportunity to serve prince martell, to avenge all those killed by dayne and his supporters, to avenge Wendi's death. And he had failed, winding up not even landing a single blow on his foe, before he'd gotten shot twice with arrows and laid out of the fight. They lost a good many people this day, and Nymos wondered if he should have been one of them.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 11, 2015 16:32:51 GMT -5
As Nymos lays there, the prince of Dorne is wandering through the tents, offering water to the wounded. He comes across his fallen lord. "Nymos!" he says, his youthful face lighting up. "You lived! The last Dornishman, they called you, you know. The only one who never bent or died."
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on May 11, 2015 16:54:15 GMT -5
"Prince Martell..." Nymos says as he glances towards him, eyes pained and voice strained as he closes his eyes, "My prince...I ask your forgiveness. The camps...I wasn't strong enough to even slow them down..." He said, the praise doing little to remove that failure from his mind.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 11, 2015 17:00:27 GMT -5
"The fault is mine," Arthur says. "We should have left more men to guard the softest part of the camp. Got too excited seeing that fucking dragon." He looks about the carnage. "Get well, Lord Nymos. Dorne must be rebuilt, and it needs all its loyal children in this hour of need."
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Post by Karyl Crowl on May 11, 2015 17:23:22 GMT -5
It is decided that using the scales as plates on an existing frame of metal is the sensible way. It offers a much more badass appearance. After their queen's death the wildlings are starting to get a little crazy. They openly discuss their desire to go to Flint's Finger. Crowl lets them do whatever they want with the armor, as he goes in search of King Wen Do and other chief wildlings.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 11, 2015 17:25:09 GMT -5
The giant king is seated with the others, placing the former queen's body on a pyre. Wen Do looks to the Crowl. "Queen gone," he says.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on May 11, 2015 17:31:56 GMT -5
"I know friend," Karyl states in the old tongue. "But her dream of a better home is still alive. Did you loose many kin in the battle?" He asks the giant.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 11, 2015 17:44:54 GMT -5
"Thirty," he says sadly. "More hurt. Time for most to go home. Make stone houses." The ice river prophet looks about.
"This was not foreseen," he said. "No signs from the Old Gods. They have abandoned us here."
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