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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 23, 2015 15:37:51 GMT -5
"So you control animals? Can do?" Robyn said, nodding, seeming to draw back some of her anger. "Old ones?" Robyn asked, "You mean, if you kill a white walker? Well, I am certain when we kill one it will stay dead too, it is just they seem difficult to kill. but we have ways."
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 23, 2015 15:48:57 GMT -5
"Steel and glass, no doubt. Well, I will follow you as well I can. I swear no vows but that I will see the Grey Man dead, and that I bear no ill will with your people."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 23, 2015 15:56:54 GMT -5
"We'll see about that," Robyn said, but not meanly, "I do not know if you will bear us ill wil later, but your intentions now are what I am most concerned about. "You are welcome to come with us, where we are going." robyn didn't bother consulting Benjen.
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 23, 2015 16:02:07 GMT -5
"As it please you, Your Grace. I will be in your Godswood until you have need of me."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 23, 2015 16:03:06 GMT -5
"No Godswoods here." Robyn said, "Not sure where the closest one is to here," She looked away for a moment, "What is your name?"
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 23, 2015 16:05:26 GMT -5
Ilvar. Ilvar the Faithful. My father was a crow, so I know much of your Southron ways. I can read, and even write a little too."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 23, 2015 16:08:52 GMT -5
"A crow? How do you know much, was he a deserter?" She asked, surprised.
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 23, 2015 16:14:17 GMT -5
"Aye, he grew weary of chastity and sulked off with my mother. He later put an arrow through her eye for some trifle, but they wrote a song about the whole romance. 'tis a popular tune, or was. I know not how many bards made it South, for there are none left up here." He studied her. "You're a Stark, aren't you? One of the Builder's kin."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 23, 2015 16:21:09 GMT -5
"Robyn Stark, pleasure to meet you, Illvar" Robyn greeted, "inclining her head, "Where is your father now?" deserters got beheaded after all. she hoped he was dead already.
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 23, 2015 16:26:26 GMT -5
"My village was superstitious in the wrong ways, and decided a child with my talents should be put to death. He disagreed, and fell covering my escape." He frowned. "That was... another life."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 23, 2015 16:28:33 GMT -5
"do you mean that literally?
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 23, 2015 16:38:24 GMT -5
He laughed. "Yes. In many ways." Ilvar didn't elaborate. "You have a welcoming presence, Lady Stark. I imagined someone crueler, more inhuman. The Starks are as demonized as the Others, you know."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 23, 2015 16:47:11 GMT -5
"Thank... you?" she said, not sure to take the compliment for her, or the insult to her family. "I do not know if we are demonised, but i do not know what they say about us beyond the wall... You've not seen me in the morning, then you'd see a demon."
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Aug 29, 2015 12:32:27 GMT -5
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Maekar arrives on the ship from the Rills. He had spent most of the journey resting, between his injuries, and the sea, he wasn't sure he'd be able to stand for very long. He stretched his legs as the sailors put boards between the ship, and the dock. As soon as they were in place he hurried off the ship, relieved to be on ground again.
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 29, 2015 17:55:39 GMT -5
Ilvar, upon touching dry land, literally kisses it and cries, swearing to never stand upon such an infernal device again. Afterwards, he leads his moose down the plank.
"Lord Tyrell... I appreciate this favor, as ill-seeming the experience was. Know that Ilvar the Faithful owes you a debt."
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