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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 19, 2015 20:05:34 GMT -5
"How many did you count?" Benjen asked with a nod. "Wounded? Non-combatants?" He studies Malik for a moment before returning his gaze to the scout.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 19, 2015 20:06:36 GMT -5
"Six hundred or near enough. A few wounded, maybe three quarters can't fight. Lots of useless mouths," he concludes. "Say there was some sort of event farther north. Broke them all. They're like zombies themselves, shell shock like."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 19, 2015 20:08:14 GMT -5
"Event?" Benjen asked, frowning now. "Tell them to camp below the wall on the other side for now and that I want to speak to their leader immediately." He looked to Malik. "Fucking hells."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 19, 2015 20:10:47 GMT -5
"Well we didn't come here for fucking nothing, at least," he said. A woman with fire red hair is brought before him. She might be attractive under layers of grime and dried blood, but she is almost as tall as him and she has a bow and a spear rusty with blood spots. She collapses before him to her knees.
"You're Stark, then? How the fuck does this begging for servitude go?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 19, 2015 20:14:03 GMT -5
Benjen looks down at the woman, confused for a moment, before shaking his head. "Get up. What's your name?" He nodded to the Ironborn. "This is Malik Greyjoy, I'm Prince Benjen Stark." He held out a hand if she needed help.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 19, 2015 20:17:19 GMT -5
She gets up slowly. "I'm Moira." She looks about. "It's over," she said. "It's all over."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 19, 2015 20:19:49 GMT -5
"Moira, calm down," Benjen says, offering her one of his two skins - the one with whiskey. "Tell me what happened up north. Every little detail."
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Aug 19, 2015 20:22:14 GMT -5
Crowl watches from the sidelines amidst his gathered wildlings, he chuckles as the lady falls to her knees before Benjen.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 19, 2015 20:23:35 GMT -5
"The Grey Man," she said. "His allies. The walkers," she said. "There's dozens of them. They didn't bring the dead, not their allies in the living," she said. "Just them. They tracked us from Hardhome to the Fist of the First men, picking us off. We can't hurt them, nothign we have hurts them. They didn't even kill us, just bled us. But...it's over," she said. "The sun...it never shone. For days. He can steal it."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 19, 2015 20:43:56 GMT -5
"He blocks out the sun?" Benjen said, unable to believe this. "How many are there, of the Others? And the death knights? I believe Valyrian steel can hurt them, but we don't have much."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 19, 2015 20:49:58 GMT -5
"No one knows. I've seen at least fifty. He summons a cloud that makes day become night. He said to spread the word that the Night Eternal has arrived, and that when it is day again there will be no one to see the sun rise."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 19, 2015 21:38:14 GMT -5
Benjen stayed silent for a long moment, wondering how to deal with such... power. "Your people cross over immediately," Benjen stated. "Those that still want to fight can fight. The rest march south, to Eddard's Rest. I can spare a few men to get them there. How... how far behind you were they?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 19, 2015 21:50:14 GMT -5
"They let us go," she admitted. "We could have been dead a thousand times." She shook her head and sat flat on the ground. "Nothing can save us."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 19, 2015 22:00:07 GMT -5
"He wants us out there," Benjen said quietly, pointing north. "Listen, Moira - he cannot cross the Wall, nor can his creatures. As long as the Wall stands we are safe. Your people will come over now and you'll all have food and somewhere warm to sleep. We won't be staying here for long - at least not us northmen. We're marching east, where I'll be taking charge of the Nightfort." No place more ominous to wait for the dead.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 19, 2015 22:08:29 GMT -5
I hope you're right," she whispered. "But no wall stops everything."
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