Karyl Crowl
Prince
Proud Proprietor of Crowl's Crossbone Construction Company
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Post by Karyl Crowl on May 11, 2015 18:23:57 GMT -5
"We will return to our new home soon, I do not think there is more fighting to be done. It is time that we see to ourselves and start our own community where we can live comfortably with the others." Karyl states to them both. "Though by that, I mean not killing and stealing everything we need to live."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 12, 2015 4:48:44 GMT -5
The wildlings leaders nod to that as they sit about the raging fire. Savinia is ash in mere minutes.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on May 12, 2015 5:46:54 GMT -5
Dudley, half delirious from pain, begins yelling, what he believes to be yelling though his voice can not go very loud in his current terrible condition, for someone to get him Otho Fisher. Due to being in and out of consciousness Dud was not entirely sure how long he had been at the medical tent, but he knew Otho should have been there by now.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 12, 2015 5:52:26 GMT -5
He is given poppy's milk by a maester. "Ser Dudley...Otho didn't make it." The older man hhas sorrow in his eyes. "I am quite sorry, ser."
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on May 12, 2015 6:21:22 GMT -5
"He... What? He was back at the camp." Dud replies almost under his breath. "He didn't fight in the battle." It made sense to Dud pretty quickly. If Otho was fine he would have found Dud by now, with a cask of ale and a couple bed warmers despite Dud's injuries. "Dumb bastard. Should have stayed in Essos." Dud gets out before the milk of the poppy numbs him and he falls to sleep.
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Karyl Crowl
Prince
Proud Proprietor of Crowl's Crossbone Construction Company
Posts: 1,022
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Post by Karyl Crowl on May 12, 2015 11:16:27 GMT -5
Crowl watches as Savinia is turned to ash, after the deed is done he turns to the prophet and king Wun. "Summon the rest of the chieftans and have them meet outside my tent." He commands them.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 12, 2015 12:46:10 GMT -5
They arrive within the hour. There are about a hundred or so, from lesser chiefs to the greatest of them. Many fell in the confused melee.
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Karyl Crowl
Prince
Proud Proprietor of Crowl's Crossbone Construction Company
Posts: 1,022
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Post by Karyl Crowl on May 13, 2015 0:07:38 GMT -5
"The majority of the fighting in this war has come to an end. As such those who are want to return to the north are able to do so, you and your men have all been given a place in Flints Fingers as you well know, those interested in more southern roots around these parts are welcome to try and make a name for yourself. But if you and your tribes depart this area and turn to our ways of raiding and stealing then there is nothing to prevent a Lord's justice from punishing you as he see's fit. For those who wish to return North with me, then we have our own little corner of land to inhabit. We will raise great castles and fortresses where every chieftain is lord in his own hall, as long as they do not attack their neighbors." Crowl announces to them all.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 13, 2015 5:05:16 GMT -5
The vast majority seek to head north. A few others are courted by lords with a desperate manpower shortage.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on May 15, 2015 2:50:39 GMT -5
Nymos, having rested and recovered enough from the arrows to move around, makes his way from the hospital camps and towards skyreach. There is someone there, he feels he owes a debt of thanks to.
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