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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 25, 2015 13:20:17 GMT -5
Duroc is at Great Wyk while Killion is at Old Wyk. Most of the other islands are being consumed by the undead.
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Post by Marlow on Aug 25, 2015 13:58:03 GMT -5
Harwyn and Co. head to Great Wyk to assist the king, confident Killion could handle whatever threat he faced with the mass of the fleet and army.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 25, 2015 14:02:39 GMT -5
The island is the largest by area of the archipelago. Some of the rock inhabitants never even go into the open ocean. The vastness of the island is perfect for the undead and their strange shepherds. King Euric has a few thousand men but the bulk of the population was caught by surprise and slaughtered. His men greet Harwyn. "Lord Goodbrother," he said. "Not a good fucking new year."
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Post by Marlow on Aug 25, 2015 14:23:16 GMT -5
Harwyn chuckled at the statement, no humor to be found. "We can only hope the rest of Westeros has our luck. Killion sent us ahead to Pyke, we cleared the island and then came here. He's on Old Wyk right now, but I have a little over two thousand here to help."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 25, 2015 14:26:26 GMT -5
Euric frowned. "Better'n none. It gives us enough to force a real battle. We lost thousands in the first two days, before we could organize." The irony of the enemy tactics is lost on him.
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Post by Marlow on Aug 25, 2015 14:57:33 GMT -5
Harywn frowned as well. "I'll help command where I can. We lost under two thousand but killed almost ten thousand of them on Pyke, we're ready to take back our home at any cost."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 25, 2015 15:24:20 GMT -5
The king nods. "Good. We strike at dawn. This island will be cleansed." The armies begin to form.
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Post by Marlow on Aug 25, 2015 15:26:22 GMT -5
Harwyn nods and departs to gather what rest he can.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 25, 2015 15:59:50 GMT -5
As the army sets out, Harwyn sees the dead forming into a mass, a man with a black lion banner in their midst. A few hundred black brothers are with him, and he looks rather pleased with himself as he surveys the scene. "Being ravaged is a painful thing, isn't it lads?"
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Post by Marlow on Aug 25, 2015 16:04:49 GMT -5
Harwyn chuckles with an actual bit of amusement, looking around at his own men gathered before turning back to the man. "I've always heard you reap what you sow, guess it's finally come true. The harvest stops here."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 25, 2015 16:11:50 GMT -5
"Supposedly," Lord Commander Frederic Lannister said, "you never sow. We did it for you, fear not," he said, waving to his army of dead men women and children. "And the festival is just beginning. Stay a while."
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Post by Marlow on Aug 25, 2015 16:20:52 GMT -5
"Don't worry about that, we're not leaving any time soon," Haryn said as he drew his axe, "although your own invitation has run out. These are our lands."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 25, 2015 16:22:20 GMT -5
He laughed. "Fine. I'll leave them on our boats and move on. There's no more fodder here anyway."
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Post by Marlow on Aug 25, 2015 16:30:42 GMT -5
"Now that's hardly fair, you and the rest of the Watch are still here. I see plenty of fodder."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 25, 2015 16:37:09 GMT -5
Harwyn: 86 (-5) Euric: Ragnar: Menion:
5300 men
VS
Frederic: Morgan One-Eye:
12000 "men"
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