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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Aug 29, 2015 17:58:22 GMT -5
Maekar gives the queer man a curt smile,"I may have use of that debt soon, so don't stray too far." He had a guard show him to the rookery, before making preparations to head to Castle Black. Ilvar was informed of the plan to head out in morning, but was also invited to the top of the wall.
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 29, 2015 18:03:42 GMT -5
Ilvar spends some time at the top of the Wall until sought out.
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Aug 29, 2015 18:08:22 GMT -5
Maekar came up the lift, covered head to toe in furs. "I was informed that there was a strange earthquake, or magical occurence, while we were at sea. I was curious what you could see with your mind's eye."
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 29, 2015 18:17:35 GMT -5
Ilvar stroked his chin, looking at Maekar thoughtfully without words. He eventually sat down and leaned his head comfortably against a barrier. Then he closed his eyes and wandered away.
In his little winged bodies, he spread himself north and east, seeking clues to what had occurred in his absence, seeking both the material and immaterial.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 29, 2015 18:20:36 GMT -5
Ilvar feels the pain of the land as he flies, scarred rock, dead lakes, rivers filled with dead salmon from the killing poisons released. Farther he flies, and the ice is melting, the temperature unnaturally warm farther north. Winter is receding, it seems.
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 29, 2015 18:30:38 GMT -5
Ilvar opens his eyes before standing up. He cries "No!" at the wilderness before whirling to face Maekar. "Death! Burning death! Spring is coming, but not the kind you Southerners pray for! The rivers are filled with poison, while the ice melts." He twitches as he speaks, unsure of what exactly he's saying.
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Aug 29, 2015 18:42:17 GMT -5
Maekar raised an eyebrow when he shouted, and took a step away from him. "What caused it, is there any danger to the Wall?"
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 29, 2015 19:03:49 GMT -5
"I don't know what caused it. It wasn't any magic I understood. And yes... I would consider evacuating the Wall. I will be leaving soon, to investigate. This is my home, Lord Tyrell. I cannot let it simply wither away."
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Aug 29, 2015 19:17:04 GMT -5
Crowl also dis-embarks from the ship, He heads towards the great hall of the shadow tower to find some good northern whiskey, the swill they had at the Rills was hardly passable.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 29, 2015 19:47:32 GMT -5
He finds some good whiskey.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Aug 29, 2015 20:20:23 GMT -5
All is good with the world as he fills his flask with the sweet nectar. He then goes to find Kal and whoever else was in charge at the holding.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 29, 2015 20:36:11 GMT -5
Kalvin is tanked already. "Crowl," he said. "Robyn's gone missing, too." He slams his drink and starts playing five finger filet. With a hammer. His control is rather impressive, given that he has no margin of error.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Aug 29, 2015 20:38:20 GMT -5
Crowl watches as Kal plays wack-a-mole with his fingers as long as the hammer didn't turn towards him he was fine. "When Are we going to go find her?" He says refilling his lord's cup.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 29, 2015 20:40:27 GMT -5
"Once I get some gods-damned useful answers from someone at Castle Black," he said. "We leave in the morning. Until then, drink up," he said with a trace of dark humor.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Aug 29, 2015 20:48:18 GMT -5
Always two things that Karyl never had to be told twice to perform; drinking and killing. And so, he drains his horn and fills it again. "I'll be ready."
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