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Post by The Forgotten God on May 17, 2015 9:18:02 GMT -5
The Ironborn joining in on the great hunt arrive at the desert outpost of the Order. It is about a dozen buildings, all walled together and set up around a ninety-foot watchtower. Mercenaries greet them and Cedric has everyone ushered into the arms room. He looks for the huge halberds and awl pikes they'll need. "Strongest man gets the poleaxe; it's the only way to reall y hurt them. The pikes will keep them at a distance and annoy them into a blind rage," he said. "Unless someone has a better idea."
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Post by Kurts on May 17, 2015 17:15:51 GMT -5
"Give Blackwall the poleaxe." Killion said, inspecting the weapons. He doubted either was anyone's weapon of choice, but if the shit hit the fan (as it most certainly would) they could adapt. After all, if rumors were to be believed, the Crowl had apparently killed a dragon with his fists. "Any traps or nets you think could aid us? Seems an Order dedicated to slaying dragons would have some measures in mind to hunt large game."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 17, 2015 17:24:54 GMT -5
"I can take a one handed spear if you have any," Ragnar offered.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 17, 2015 21:09:49 GMT -5
"Nets yes but none so large," Cedric said. "We have a different plan for the dragons. And there is no way to drag a ballista across these treacherous sands."
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Post by Kurts on May 17, 2015 22:09:25 GMT -5
"Then us prod the beast and hope for the best." he replied deadpan.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 18, 2015 9:52:43 GMT -5
They travel south through the desert, the burning sun like an oven as the heat reflects off the glassy sand. Boots and armor are too hot to wear, so loose clothing is used while pack animals carry the heavy steel. Fighting in the palce would be hell on earth, and the Ironborn cannot imagine a more foreign environment. After six hours of travel, they see it. A mile away, maybe mor, but large, larger than the dune it is curled around, slumbering on comfortably. Cedric and Clarence whistle in shock. "Bigger than I thought," the Dayne said.
Clarence frowns. "Going to need a bigger poleaxe."
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Post by Kurts on May 18, 2015 12:41:28 GMT -5
Killion had remained pleasant during the march through the blistering desert, quips and japes falling from his dry tongue as they trudged through hell. The crash of waves could not be heard, nor the smell of salt on the air. These were not their lands. Yet, his bravado only faltered when he saw the gargantuan beast, eyes going wide and words failing him as he looked upon it. They were all going to die in this foolish and vain pursuit, far from the welcoming embrace in the Drowned God's halls.
"You know, I just now recalled that I have a maester's appointment I'm late for." he joked, with mock disappointment, snapping his fingers as if to say 'aw shucks'.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 18, 2015 12:59:55 GMT -5
Ragnar smirked and said teasingly "Any of you fellows virgins? I hear the way to tempt a dragon is by offering it a highborn virgin." His voice was slightly weary due to the unaccustomed heat.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 18, 2015 13:24:09 GMT -5
"I doubt it'll take your asshole as a compromimse," Clarence said. "Well, no sense drawing this out. The fucker's sleeping so best get to it. Unless someone has a clever plan."
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Post by Kurts on May 18, 2015 13:57:44 GMT -5
"As you said, it is sleeping." Killion said, grasping at straws. "Could try to sneak up on it, climb on its back, and drive a blade in its eye. Worst case scenario, I die. Best case, I tame it become Killion Wyrmrider Greyjoy. Plenty of room in the middle that doesn't involve horrible dismemberment and death."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 18, 2015 14:13:54 GMT -5
"Let's do it," he said. Clarence and Cedric take the strange legs. If it is crippled it may slow down a chase.
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Post by Kurts on May 18, 2015 14:20:03 GMT -5
Being the sneakiest Ironborn was not saying much. They were not a people known for subtlety or stealth. Killion approaches the sleeping behemoth from its right flank, attempting to crawl onto its back without disturbing it. If that did not end in horrifying disaster with the creature rolling over and turning him into a princely smear, he would attempt to plant to drive his swords into either of the wyrm's eyes.
(Stealth 20)
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 18, 2015 14:37:36 GMT -5
The beast didn't get to be eighty feet long by being killed by anyone, and as Killion and his companions approach it moves in its slumber. A giant eye opens and focuses on the five, and it looks surprised at the silly men attacking it. Clarence throws caution to the wind and his huge poleaxe smashes into its leg as the beast rears up. The shaft snaps in half but the head finds a joint, causing bright red steaming blood to come pouring out, but then the wyrm is angry...
The four ironborn and the Dornishman try to strike from all sides, but their weapons are simply not big enough to damage the great beast a whole lot. Lord Drumm's Valyrian sword may do better, but that would involve getting dangerously close to the monster. It cries in annoyance and challenge, the power of the bass rocking the earth like three Rolling Stones concerts.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on May 18, 2015 14:43:45 GMT -5
Ragnar drew Red rain. "Distract the bastard," he yelled at the others. "I'll strike when it's head is turned."
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Special Abilities: Red Rain, Valyrian Steel Longsword Red Rage: Every heavy hit Ragnar deals whilst wielding Red Rain has a 30% chance of inflicting 15 bonus damage. Medium and light hits have the same chance to deal 5 bonus damage.
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Post by Kurts on May 18, 2015 14:44:09 GMT -5
Kilion continued to jab for the eyes with the long pike, the only vulnerable spot he could see in the armored leviathan. It was certainly more exhilarating than boar hunting.
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