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Post by Lord Rykker on May 30, 2015 22:41:52 GMT -5
In which the riverlands have a serious problem concerning BSO's (Bitches Stealing Offspring) and some people may or may not deal with it.
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Post by Lord Rykker on May 30, 2015 22:42:31 GMT -5
Remmy heads north from the Riverlands, towards the village of Fielding
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Post by Ser Pounce on May 30, 2015 22:45:32 GMT -5
It takes about 5 nights to get to Oldstone. The going is tough as its been raining for most of the journey. Remmy sees a small community in the midst of the old ruined castle.
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Post by Lord Rykker on May 30, 2015 22:50:00 GMT -5
Remmy is wet, waterlogged, and exhausted. But it does not dampen his spirit. Much. He rides into the community looking for a tavern or wayhouse of some kind.
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Post by Ser Pounce on May 30, 2015 22:53:23 GMT -5
There's a bunch of log cabin style houses that use parts of the broken walls to complete the makeshift structures. He gets the sense the people here are like squatters or even potential bandits. The biggest building seems to be the place where most people are congregating though its less a tavern and more a community building.
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Post by Lord Rykker on May 30, 2015 22:55:22 GMT -5
Remmy stares dully at it for a second, then heads to it anyway. Maybe he'd get a corner to nap for a bit. He didn't even know if this was fielding after all. "Excuse me" He'll say to a nearby person "What village is this? Is there a place to stay?"
Charm 70
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Post by Ser Pounce on May 30, 2015 23:03:54 GMT -5
He stops a man carrying wood inside for the fires. "You're in Oldstones lad. If you got something to barter you are welcome inside."
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Post by Lord Rykker on May 30, 2015 23:06:10 GMT -5
"Just passing through honestly, though I wouldn't begrudge a place to sleep for the night that's not the cold hard ground."
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Post by Ser Pounce on May 30, 2015 23:09:33 GMT -5
"Warm enough inside I reckon," the man said as he entered into the big hall. There was a big fireplace in the middle of the room which heated the room up nice enough. It was summer but could get fairly cool and windy in this area at night, while in the day it tended to rain.
Remmy sees people with makeshift cots or bedrolls set up in one section of the building while the other side has some tables for eating and drinking. There's plenty of room for him to set down.
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Post by Lord Rykker on May 30, 2015 23:14:14 GMT -5
Remmy shivered for a second as he moved closer to the fire and gratefully felt the warmth, but first went outside to tether and water his horse. Coming in, he set his bedroll down near the others and examined the makeshift group "Lot of travelers coming through?" He'll ask the wood carrying man.
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Post by Ser Pounce on May 30, 2015 23:20:24 GMT -5
The man had been tending to the fire, adding in logs where needed. "Not really. Few deserters from the war just decided to stay around here. Some from villages that got hit by the Iron Born." He coughed into his hand. "Think there is one or two that were heading up to Seagard and another couple travelling elsewhere."
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Post by Lord Rykker on May 30, 2015 23:28:21 GMT -5
"Eh, damn raiders. Hope they all just sink in the storm of their own making." The small man looked over the others before shrugging and rolling out his bedroll. He had his own food he brought with him, and he was tired. He would promptly try to fall asleep.
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Post by Ser Pounce on May 30, 2015 23:37:58 GMT -5
The people here seem to keep to themselves so Remmy isn't bothered. At the tables a few men are playing a game but they look tired and weary. The man that had brought in the wood had gone off to do something else.
When Remmy awakes the fire is being tended to by someone else now and the tables are filled with more members of the community eating food. He can hear thunder and rain pattering on the roof. A man trudges into the hall soaking wet but with a few rabbits in the grip of his hand.
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Post by Lord Rykker on May 30, 2015 23:46:31 GMT -5
No use leaving when the weather was still horrible. He yawned widely and checked that his numerous hidden knives were still there. Light fingered sneaks were everywhere, he was one after all. He'd get into the game if they'd have him, might as well wile the time away. Might pick up info about Fielding as well.
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Post by Ser Pounce on May 30, 2015 23:59:34 GMT -5
The men playing are different and they look at him wearily as he approaches, though a fresh face with new things to gamble won over their feelings of distrust of a stranger.
They were playing a game of dice. "Coin?" one man asked gruffly as he gestured at the buy in pot.
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