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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 16, 2015 16:30:15 GMT -5
"The Others didn't fall for his assault; hence your army being slaughtered," he said. "Who are you? I'm Cregan Stark," he said. "It's March 1790 in out reckoning. I forget your date." He tosses a blanket over her and rubs warmth into her shoulders. Based on his statement this battle is three thousand or so years old. "Look like it didn't go well here. I'm sorry for that. My father will make it right."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 16, 2015 16:37:07 GMT -5
"We are alive" she said gratefully.
She looked at him and tried to work out what she knew about Cregan Stark, if anything, clearly the son of King Brandon... "I'm Robyn Stark" she said, looking at him, "You're not going to believe this, but I am from the future." She was grateful for the rubbing, and started to feel a bit better. "I need to get back, the dead are rising again in my time, just like now."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 16, 2015 16:45:49 GMT -5
He sounds confused but soothing. "Of course you are," he said, like talking to a crazy person. Cregan seems to have slipped through the cracks of history so far, perhaps he isn't the heir. "So we win, then? This fight? That's reassuring."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 16, 2015 17:00:32 GMT -5
"I am though. The Stark name and line is still going strong... my father is the King of the North in my time" she said, with a sigh, "I told you you'd not believe me... but it is true, " she shook her head, "We're facing this same threat now... how are you winning against them? It could be helpful for when I go back... if we go back. I don't know if you win this fight... but you win the war."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 16, 2015 17:50:04 GMT -5
Cream frowned. "Dragon glass for the Others," he said. "Fire and sword for the dead." He smiled at her. "So you're from the future. The Andals take over the North?" He said, staring at her star.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 16, 2015 18:01:01 GMT -5
She looked down and remembered the star and ripped it off, "No they have not, the north is more than the neck and above now though, the north north worships the gods it always has." she assured him, "I walked onto this ship in my time and I then I was in the middle of this war... now, the only thing the same, is that the dead are walking around." She nodded at the dragon glass. "I thought jumping off the ship would send me back to my time... but" she raised her hands showing him how wet and cold she was.
"Dragon glass..." she repeating committing to memory, she'd never seen any. before, but had heard of it.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 16, 2015 19:00:11 GMT -5
"But you didn't really go back in time?' he said, a hint of condescension mixed with disbelief. "Or you're..." he takes a knee. "Your Grace."
Behind Robyn is King Brandon Stark, King of the North, famed mostly for his fleet that sailed to nowhere. He is tall and powerful and middle aged, and he eyes Robyn ly. "Cregan. Find yourself a nice Andal girl? Funny place for it."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 16, 2015 19:12:15 GMT -5
"I did," she said resolutely, then looked round at Brandon. Robyn stood and was still shivering. She looked at Brandon Stark, her ancestor with different eyes than the ones he was giving her. "I am no Andal... Your grace" she said, and bowed slightly, keeping her blanket wrapped round her. She was looking at Brandon like he was someone she knew come back from the dead, a half smile on her face, this was sort of incredible.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 16, 2015 19:18:28 GMT -5
"Yea," Cregan said. "She's from the future. Says she's a Stark, no less." He looks her over. "She has the look at least." Brandon frowned.
"So do plenty of others." He looks her over one last time and then shrugs. "Get her something hot to drink and some better clothes. Only Andals would wear those thin clothes beyond the Wall. Or is it hotter in the future?" he chuckled.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 16, 2015 19:24:28 GMT -5
"My name is Robyn Stark, I am the daughter of the King of the North and Yes. At the moment it is warmer in the future... Autumn, and I didn't come on this ship beyond the wall... I got on it by the Iron Islands... about..." She pretended to count for a moment, "three thousand years from now, and these are not my clothes... they're the clothes I found myself in." even though it was unbelievable, she found it frustrating no one did believe her. "The dead are walking around, is it so impossible I am from the future, considering that?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 16, 2015 19:30:41 GMT -5
She is handed better clothes and some hot tea to drink. "Warm up and come talk to me in a bit," the king said. Cregan pointed.
"What about that ship?" Brandon shrugged.
"Sink it. Or restore it. It will be yours." A young lady leads Robyn off to change and bathe and warm up. She looks...just a touch like Robyn, actually.
"Hi, I'm Hanna," she said. "So nice to meet someone from the future. The weirwoods said you'd come."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 16, 2015 19:34:02 GMT -5
Hello Hanna... I am robyn" she said, looking at the other, "you're a greenseer?" she asked, she wasn't sure if she was being mocked. she was just glad to be warm, or warmer, with the new clothes and the warm drink, she almost felt like she had not dived into frozen water in metal armour.
"I need to get back..."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 16, 2015 19:50:09 GMT -5
"The gods like me," she confirmed. "You know the shadow man. The one who cannot die. I have seen him." She touches her chest and frowns. "Your powers do not work here. The ship is angry. The spirits are angry."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 16, 2015 19:57:52 GMT -5
"Why are they angry?" She asked looking at Hanna, "I need to get back to my time..."
She sighed, "who is the shadowman?" She thought she may mean Leonard, but how would she know him, he'd not be this old, could she see that far into the future. "Do you know how I can get back?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 16, 2015 20:05:36 GMT -5
"The undying man," she said with a frown. "His ancestors culled the first weirwoods in the south," she said. "They have had traces of power ever since, dark power, sucked from the gods and withheld from them." She thinks. "Perhaps you were meant to help us here. I saw you come, in a vision, you and another woman and an Andal and a man of iron." She frowned. "The ship you were on is the mightiest ship ever built, and it came all the way from Andalos because of the Ironborn, and then they attacked the Rills, and then we allied and it is here now, broken. But It is going west," she said. "West with us."
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