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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 15, 2015 21:16:00 GMT -5
Robyn goes back onto the deck but doesn't start shooting. she looks down at herself, to see if she was still in her own body. Why would he be talking to her like she was part of the crew if she was.
She looked round. "How did the Wildlings lie?" she asked out loud,
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Aug 15, 2015 21:21:26 GMT -5
Korben ducks at the arrow, looking up as he sees the Andal forces charging against the peasant Ironborn. "Andals...fuckin Andals?" Korben says as he brings a hand up to rub at his eyes. This had to be some sort of crazy vision the others had talked about. Which meant...
Korben looks down to the ships railing and levels his axe, resting the edge side on it and pushing forward with a grunt of force. He looks to leave a mark on the railing, to see if when whatever is happening ends, the mark is still there.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 15, 2015 21:22:56 GMT -5
Clearly they have bigger things on their mind, for she is definitely Robyn, albeit in an Andal seven pointed star tunic. "They told us the fucking Starks had distracted these gods-damned Others! They never even crossed that fucking Wall!" She gets a swat upside the head. "I said shoot you stupid whore! They're going to kill us!" The knight fires his longbow over and over, and Robyn sees the wave of dead men growing closer and closer. Men fleeing are being slaughtered by the dozen, ripped to pieces or rising again to join the unending horde. A cold breeze is blowing, and a strange pale skinned humanoid is advancing slowly, a crystal sword in his hand, wandering across the wounded on the battle field and stabbing them, nhis sword turning red as it sucks their blood dry. "Fucking Starks betrayed us!"
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Korben leaves a mark, but a more convincing lesson is made as he refuses to duck, and an arrow finds him (-10). "You are the dumbest sack of dogshit that the Stranger ever shat out!" The knight said. "Take the fucking beach!" Ironborn of House Greyjoy and Greyiron are falling but they have reinforcements. "They're trying an ambush! Those are Harlaw banners coming!" a shout goes up. Longships are flanking around behind them. The knight is laughing.
"They've bit the hook! Close the trap! CHARGE!!!!"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 15, 2015 21:27:59 GMT -5
Robyn still doesn't do any shooting... this is probably why the other people started killing one another, the visions made them attack one another making them think they were enemies. She wasn't going to, what if she hit nick. She thought about jumping over board, to see if she could get out of the vision, but she wanted to see how this was going, She looked at the shore still. "They'd never do that," she said back to the man, even though right now, she was in the tunic of that horrid faith, she knew her family would not do that, whatever the promised they'd have tried to do it."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 15, 2015 21:31:32 GMT -5
The ship starts to move out, but the other galleons' captains shout curses and fire their weapons to try dissuading them from abandoning their comrades. One of the scorpion bolts misfires and slams a hole under Robyn's feet and she falls through the deck suddenly. Her legs burn with pain and she feels a trace of blood running down her leg now. She hears splashing as dead men are now climbing over the ship's edge. "FIGHT!" A knight smashes one with his mace, but they are clearly overmatched for the moment. "Fire and decapitation! Prepare the dragonglass!" A man pulls Robyn to her feet. "Come on...we need to drive them off!"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 15, 2015 21:36:06 GMT -5
Robyn was surprised as she really felt the pain... not just... her imagining it... it was not like one of her dreams, it was real... this was real...
"This isn't real!" Robyn said to him, but was talking mostly to herself. "Not for me!" She closes her eyes for a moment and tried to concentrate on her own time, tried to clear her head, this was a vision, nothing more... a waking vision, it was not possible.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 15, 2015 21:38:12 GMT -5
As she closes her eyes, a dead man tackles her, wet flesh dripping on her, freezing salt water soaking her as he tears at her flesh, seeking her warm blood to drink and her heart pumping the precious blood of life. (-10, unopposed)
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Aug 15, 2015 21:43:04 GMT -5
Korben falls to a knee to duck below the deck as he chokes back a scream of pain. He looks to the arrow embedded in him, feels the pain as he shakes his head. Was this real? Could it be that this ship had indeed sent him back in time. "How the fuck did I end up here...Wait..." He says as he thinks it through.
This invasion, it could only be either the first invasion of the Iron Islands, or the one that caused the Famine Winter. Either way, this wasn't the kind of battle Korben wanted a part of. But what choice did he have?
He looks over the edge as he closes his eye, "Don't let the stranger claim me today..." he mutters to himself as he leaps off the ship, going to storm the shore with the others, or at least, find some place to slip away.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 15, 2015 21:47:02 GMT -5
He slams into the water hard, sinking, water trying to claim him as he scrambles to land...and he sputters and makes it to the shore, arrows whizzing back and forth. Another fleet is smashing into the longships from the north while he rushes the castle. Ironborn are all about him, but they are outnumbered by the Andal knights and Korben is free to wade into the fray. A man with a kraken shield faces him, and others of houses long dead and gone. It's a straight out melee.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 15, 2015 21:50:46 GMT -5
Acting on instinct, Robyn automatically kicks out at the thing on top of her, to get it away from her. If she managed it she tried to move back to the other one, at the moment, she was only defending, not attacking.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Aug 15, 2015 21:52:28 GMT -5
Korben raises a hand up to his nose as he blows out some of the sea water to clear it, running forward as he looks for a place to make a break for it. As he does, he comes to a stop as he sees the man with the Kraken Shield.
"I Ain't got time for this..." He yells in anger as he holds his axe at the ready, "I ain't give a piss if you're Loron Greyjoy raised from the fuckin dead! Get the fuck outta my way!!" He yells, getting ready to cleave this bastard in two if it means he can get out of this land of madness and history.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 15, 2015 22:39:23 GMT -5
Robyn kicks (145) and the dead man is forced back, but it is relentless and is seeking her flesh obsessively. It outweighs her by seventy pounds at least and if it gets her down again she may not get back up. The knight from earlier is fighting two more, slamming one with his shield and decapitating the other as they desperately try setting out. Away from the ship it is just more and more slaughter.
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The iron lord is confused at the nonsensical words but he knows an Andal invader when he sees one. He rushes forward to fight.
Korben: 165 Victor Greyjoy: 125
The western knight dodges and counters his opponent, and the lord is fighting in a manner that went out of fashion ages ago, in fact Ser Korben had nearly forgotten it existed before seeing it just now. The lord takes a blow to the side.
Korben: 167 Victor: 90
Korben 's axe nicks the man's head off in one powerful two hand swing. People cheer around him as the fight is carried inexorably to the town near the castle. Korben sees Ironborn women being pulled from their homes and raped and children being slaughtered. This is more a reckoning than a battle it seems.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 15, 2015 22:57:19 GMT -5
Robyn remembered steffon saying the other ship crews had killed each other, she did not want this vision to make her kill one of the others. What if It was Nick or dacey? Fuck the other two.
For one more round she defends, trying to find a solution.
"Nick! It's Robyn!" She yelled as loud as she could. "Nick!"
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Aug 16, 2015 2:48:49 GMT -5
Korben looks down to the greyjoy's decapitated corpse, "Nothin personal...." He mutters to himself as he watches the soldiers reave the village. There was little other word that Korben could prescribe to it, other than that this was the worst he'd ever witnessed a group of soliders act in battle, this frenzy almost like something out of a nightmare.
He shook his head and took a few steps back from the entire scene, a look of horror on his face at what he saw. "This has to be a nightmare...Gotta wake up somehow...I just gotta..." He says as he brings a hand up to hold the side of his head, feeling the ache of his arrow wound once more acting up.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 16, 2015 7:35:50 GMT -5
The Andals sack the town with a savagery unmatched by any save perhaps those they are sacking, and the remainder of the men they face are retreating into the castle. A knight claps Korben on the back. "Fucking nice! Got the lord of the place and smote him! Lucky bastard!" Some women are being separated and moved to the ships, and they look relieved, probably other sandals, but the rest of the orgy of violence is phantasmagorical in scale. "Now just gotta storm the fortress! The rest of the fleet is heading to Orkmint to finish off the Greyirons." Archers line the walls, but they are clearly nervous and most seem to be boys.
Robyn dodges and weaves, but the dead man is relentless and will not be denied. His cold hands wrap around her legs and he seeks to pull her warmth into him, he is so cold and now more dead men are arriving, overwhelming the defenders down below. The few knights push hard to clear them off, and a few survivors of the slaughter on shore arrive and start cleaning some up. "That Stark fleet should be here soon! King Brandon won't desert us!"
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