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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 22, 2015 18:24:37 GMT -5
The guard looks at him. "I'm sorry? Uhh...well, ye ain't dead, and ye damn sure ain't a black brother...I'll take you to the lords,' he said. "Who ye be?"
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 22, 2015 18:39:06 GMT -5
"Ilvar. The Faithful. Of the Free Folk." He stroks his moose's nose, deciding the other titles were meaningless. "I'm meant to see the lady chieftain."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 22, 2015 19:27:11 GMT -5
"The lady chieftain..." how these people talk, he thinks. "Right, then." He sends him with two men. "Take him to the Starks. They'll sort him out." He looked to the strange man. "We'll square you away. Know of anyone else alive up that way?"
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 23, 2015 11:50:57 GMT -5
"Not alive in the sense you prefer, no."
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"Hullo." Ilvar had a humble, congenial attitude. Unlike other holy men, he knew perfectly well there was life beyond death. He bowed in a way that suggested he had never seen someone do it before, like someone trying to correct a crick in their back. "I've been sent to help you kill the Grey Man." He grinned, showing his perfect red teeth.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 23, 2015 14:07:08 GMT -5
Benjen turned and looked the man up and down. "Greetings," He said, extending his hand. "May I as who sent you?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 23, 2015 14:09:52 GMT -5
Robyn looked round at the man as he spoke, and saw he was accompanied by a guard, but seeing as her brother seemed to have things in hand, went back to talking to The Crowl.
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 23, 2015 14:21:22 GMT -5
He shook the Southerner's hand, a little giddy at the sensation of feeling like a lordling, before adopting a solemn look. "The true White Walkers, Your Grace. The Great Other who once ruled this world, and may do so again. I represent they that desire to return the Winter's Court to its rightful and eternal purpose."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 23, 2015 14:25:40 GMT -5
Benjen raised an eyebrow at that, wondering how insane this man was. "Are you telling me that the real Others, the ones that want to bring winter to everything, have sent you to help us bring them into power again?" He frowned. "Why would we do that?"
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 23, 2015 14:36:21 GMT -5
"Oriax represents an unnatural distortion in the world. The Long Night was a purge of human vice and wickedness, not a tool to further it. He has made the Others into... footpads for his mortal ambitions." He spat in the snow to emphasize his point.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 23, 2015 14:40:23 GMT -5
Robyn looked round as he spat in the room. There was uncultured and then there was just vulgar. "So we defeat one ban of white walkers hell bent on destroying the world... to pave the way for a different group of white walkers hells bent on destroying the world?" Why was nothing ever easy.
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 23, 2015 14:48:49 GMT -5
His grin return. The blessed one. "You're suggesting the wolf in the woods is as dangerous as the wolf in your bed? I'm certain you're aware the Winter's Court has always, and will remain, beyond the Wall. Oriax has no such restrictions."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 23, 2015 14:55:13 GMT -5
Robyn looked at him curiously, with no short amount of suspicion. "How exactly do you think you can help us?"
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 23, 2015 15:10:51 GMT -5
"Skinchanger. People I kill stay dead. There are other blessings, but those seem the most urgent to our mission."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 23, 2015 15:20:13 GMT -5
"Skinchanger?" Robyn asked, narrowing her eyes dangerously, " the last one i met I stuck with a sword while she was wearing my face." she looked a bit disgusted, having been kidnapped and sexually assaulted by skin changers in recent memory, she was not overly keen. "Do the dead you kill stay dead? too, or does it only work on the living?"
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 23, 2015 15:34:37 GMT -5
He gave her a weird look. "Nooo... I... A moment, Your Grace." He frowned, missing the appropriately superstitious folk Beyond the Wall who understood this shit. He sat down in the snow, before slowly leaning forward, eyes shifting to a distinct whole grey.
A moment later, several birds start collecting around his person. Then they began taking up spots in a perfect circle around his quiet form. They cawed once, before flittering off as Ilvar took a deep breath. "Skinchanger. Like that." He stood up, wiping the snow off him. "And yes, anything I kill. Even Old Ones, but that is a sacrilege I should not make lightly."
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