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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 15, 2015 20:14:34 GMT -5
A galleon, abandoned and rotting at sea, rumored to be haunted by ghosts, spirits of the crew who had gone insane and slaughtered each other on it. It pilots itself slowly, heading inexorably towards the coast of Westeros, passing the Iron Islands. It is currently north of Old Wyk.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 15, 2015 20:19:50 GMT -5
It was disconcerting that it was heading to Westeros, she had thought it was just sitting there...
"Alright" Robyn said, to the people staying on board their normal ship, a fair distance away, "If have not made contact within four hours, torch the ship," she told them.
She looked at Jackson, and walked to him, "Don't let them do anything nefarious, we'll be as fast as we can, but if anyone starts talking about visions or... wanting to kill everyone, move further away, i'd rather you didn't leave us entirely though."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 15, 2015 20:25:04 GMT -5
Jackson claps her on the back. "I'll stay sane, princess. Be safe." Dacey and Nick are stretching and arming up. Steffon puts his gear on. "We'll row in; with no crew to oppose us be easier than boarding."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 15, 2015 20:31:40 GMT -5
Robyn does the same "No crew we can see anyway," Robyn said, looking over at the ship. "Anyone start feeling strange, don't be precious about it, just say, and we'll stop." Robyn said, putting her bow over her shoulder with her arrows. "When we're there, I suggest splitting up, to cover more ground, also, we should think how we can sink it from there,"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 15, 2015 20:37:16 GMT -5
"Fire," is Steffon's idea, as the air grows cold. It has gone from a early fall day to dead winter shortly. Robyn sees frost on the ship.
Dacey shivers. "Wish I'd worn a better shirt," she admits. Nick seems unfazed but as they get closer they all anxiously scan the vessel. Robyn feels a strange buzzing in her head but it is easy to ignore.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Aug 15, 2015 20:42:28 GMT -5
Korben watches them go farther and farther from the normal boat as he holds his trusty axe close to him. "4 hours huh...Seven protect us, for whatever good it'll do..." He says as he looks to the others, his grip very tight on his weapon.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 15, 2015 20:46:37 GMT -5
"I don't think the seven are with us at the moment..." robyn replied to Kenning.
"let me know if you get too cold we can time share my cloak." it wasn;t heavy, but better than nothing.
Robyn doesn't try to ignore it to begin with, she tries listening to see if she can making anything out in the buzzing.
"Okay, you we should split into a two and a three, any preferences?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 15, 2015 20:48:59 GMT -5
"Dibs on the princess?" Steffon says, then he shrugs as the two notherners stare him down. "Fine, I'll go with sword guy and you lesbians can go with the axe guy." His voice is curiously lighthearted for being such a douchebag. "Faster we get through this faster we can get rid of the damn thing.
Korben and Robyn hear the buzzing....and it sounds like it is a voice asking them to leave and never return, on further reflection. Gogogogogogogogogo.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Aug 15, 2015 20:51:30 GMT -5
Korben clutches his head with one hand as he hears the buzzing, shaking his head as if he were trying to shake away a fly as he looks to the others, "Is this...Do you hear this!?" He asks somewhat loudly, trying to be heard over the buzzing noise.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 15, 2015 20:54:23 GMT -5
"Yes, just ignore it for now." It wasn't the first time Robyn had heard noises.
Now Robyn ignores it.
"Okay, we'll check the stern, as it's bigger, do you two want to check the bow and we'll meet back on deck if we find anything?" Robyn suggest, already making her way to the back of the boat.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 15, 2015 21:04:46 GMT -5
The five board, in agreement to the plan. The plan lasts exactly eight seconds after the fifth person boards. Within a half second Robyn turns around and sees no one around her. The ship is in much different condition; a few men can be seen around, the ship docked at some makeshift port. It is very cold; snowing, and Robyn cannot see anyone on the now-restored vessel, but below the decks she hears some sort of shouting. On shore she can see a shattered group of armed men fleeing for the ship, sprinting in her direction, being pursued by ten thousand dead men. Other ships, similar to hers, are nearby, similarly denuded of troops.
Korben turns and sees himself alone, the ship on the shores of the Iron Islands. He only knows that fact because looking up he sees the famous split castle of Pyke, but right now the land hasn't yet collapsed and the castle is one solid series of buildings for now. "Go on, storm the fucking beach!" a man with a slightly out of style accent yells at him. "Get the fuck on! Time to finish these reaving assholes!" All the soldiers around him have seven pointed stars on them.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 15, 2015 21:07:41 GMT -5
Robyn assumes this is fake... part of the visions, but it could prove useful, so goes down the stairs to see what the noise is about.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Aug 15, 2015 21:09:57 GMT -5
Korben shakes his head as he looks around, blinking and backing away in surprise as he looks around. Seven pointed stars on everyones clothes. He turns to look at the castle, shaking his head as he does so, "This...this can't be..." He looks back to the men and quickly down to his own chest, seeing if his own appearance had changed from when he boarded, and to try and get some sort of bearings.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 15, 2015 21:11:08 GMT -5
She heads down. A band of knights, about half a dozen, are yelling at the rowers to cast off. "They're dead, you idiots! Set forth to sea! The other galleons can pick them up if they want! We're getting out of here!" The rowers look reluctant but they start rowing. "Get the fuck on deck and start loading the fire arrows! Those fucking wildlings lied!" The knight sees Robyn. "What the fuck are you doing! Get that fucking bow and start shooting!" As she hesitates a half second, he shoves her, his plated hand cold on her chest. "Now!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 15, 2015 21:12:31 GMT -5
Korben is Korben is Korben. An arrow whizzes by his head. "Duck, you stupid fuck! We're sittnig ducks on this fucking beach!" a knight shouts next to him. "Forward, you bastards!" the Andal army rushes forward. Horses of Ironborn defenders can be seen streaming from castle and village, but they seem pitifully ill-equipped. It is...actually a pleasant role reversal.
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