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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 16, 2015 8:31:09 GMT -5
Robyn looks down and swings then butt of her sword Down on the creatures head, if if was one of her friends, hopefully it wouldn't kill them, it would also give her a better idea, as it would not stop the dead.
Robyn knew if king Brandon, her ancestor said he'd help, he would. "He'll come," she yelled confidently, and
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 16, 2015 8:54:18 GMT -5
The dead man is unfazed, and now it is biting into her armor, seeking a weak spot to get blood and life from her. Another zombie approached ms from behind her, and she is in danger of being overwhelmed. Only her chain mail has stopped her from being devoured already.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 16, 2015 9:04:50 GMT -5
Despite trying to tell herself it wasn't real... The fear was real, the pain was real. She cursed loudly. And started trying to kill the zombies, to clear a path to the side of the boat, maybe if she jumped off it, the visions would end.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 16, 2015 11:50:11 GMT -5
Robyn: 178 Zombies: 121, 119
Robyn dices and slices and the zombies collapse before her fury. She gets to the deck and sees that the ship is moving away from the shore, living desperately paddling towards them and the dead clambering up the side. The water is possibly fatally cold
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 16, 2015 12:00:48 GMT -5
How much was she willing to bet leaving the boat would end the vision... She had no idea... But the dead were climbing up the sides anyway, she couldn't hold them off forever. She let all the air out of her lungs, and jumped off the side.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Aug 16, 2015 13:22:20 GMT -5
Korben looks up to the fortress walls seeing the ages of the kids as he looks to the knight, "Most of them are bloody kids..." He says, he himself liking a good brawl once in a while, but not one that was coupled with an existential crisis, and not one involving goddamn kids.
"Their lords dead. Ask 'em to surrender. Say they've already payed the iron price enough for what they've done..." Korben says to the man, the slaughtering having quelled whatever thirst for battle this island might have laid.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 16, 2015 13:26:19 GMT -5
She dives in and the water is frozen cold, she feels life fleeing her almost immediately. The dead grab for her hands or legs or hair and it is a mad scramble. To her horror she doesn't magically snap out of some vision, and she is lucky that she is next to the dock to clamber on to or else freezing to death was a legitimate concern. The ship is almost completely away from the dock, and she can try re boarding it or heading to another boat, but as she struggles it is becoming more apparent this is not some vision. Heat is now the number one priority,
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 16, 2015 13:29:27 GMT -5
Korben looks up to the fortress walls seeing the ages of the kids as he looks to the knight, "Most of them are bloody kids..." He says, he himself liking a good brawl once in a while, but not one that was coupled with an existential crisis, and not one involving goddamn kids. "Their lords dead. Ask 'em to surrender. Say they've already payed the iron price enough for what they've done..." Korben says to the man, the slaughtering having quelled whatever thirst for battle this island might have laid. "They took our king's daughter," the man said grimly. "They took me own daughter and nephew. They will yield only to death," he said firmly. Men run about setting up siege gear, old style mangonels or ballista or more. "We breach the castle the. They can plead for mercy like our girls did before they dragged em off to be whores!" Korben sees the new banners from the fleet are red and gold with lions on them. "And there's old Gerold the Great! Come with his fleet to help!" He raises a sword in greeting.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 16, 2015 13:36:26 GMT -5
Robyn tries re boarding the one she now apparently foolishly jumped off of. She couldn't think about anything but the cold, let alone look round for a better ship to jump on.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 16, 2015 14:46:59 GMT -5
She leaps through the hole in the ship as it departs, frozen fingers gripping her sword as she smites another dead man. She hears voices from above. "King Brandon is here! The Dtarks have come!" Looking through a porthole, Robyn can see a fleet dozens strong sailing from the south and east, silver banners flying their wolves.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 16, 2015 15:09:33 GMT -5
Robyn almost regretted not staying on the land, to see her ancestor. She did not want to freeze to death though. She looked round for any kind of heat... to see if there were any more dead anywhere near by also... she needed to get warm. If there was no fire, she looked to see if there were to tools to make one.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 16, 2015 15:48:45 GMT -5
She sees no fire, but there are blankets and more everywhere. The northern fleet as she searches reaches the beleaguered fleet and Northmen start boarding the ship. One of them sees Robyn. "You all right there, my lady?" Bogus voice is pure old north; rough and harsh sounding.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 16, 2015 16:08:18 GMT -5
Robyn looked at the man and nods. grabbing some of the blankets and rubbing them between her fingers. She needed to get dry.
"Lucky you came when you did. What's happening?" she wondered if it was typical back then for a woman to be in armour on a boat surrounded by the living dead... well considering the latter anything would seem ordinary.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 16, 2015 16:20:53 GMT -5
"You been asleep? Others attacking, dead rising...this all news?" He said. "Fortunately we got her before the army is all lost. King Brandon is furious."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 16, 2015 16:23:08 GMT -5
"Why is he furious?" Robyn asked, shivering violently. "Can you tell me what the year is... the water... the cold... Its making me forget for now...I just want to make sure I have my setting right?" it wasn't the most believable lie... but hey, worse had worked.
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