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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 24, 2015 13:33:18 GMT -5
(And here I was hoping for a "John! I'll be ready, John!")
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 24, 2015 13:36:06 GMT -5
More ready for a walk
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 24, 2015 14:45:45 GMT -5
Having been shunned by the Stark lordling, Ilvar heads south of his own accord, guided only by a map and what dreams may come. He relies on his flock for reconnaissance and spends much of the trip laid across his moose. He carries a bow and dagger, but prefers to possess his foes rather than risk harm upon his given body. Often, he stops to stare at something with his own eyes, a windmill or the remains of a farm. The South is a wondrous place, unlike the Fist of the First Men or the Land of Always Winter. Ilvar resists the urge to markl down every shanty he sees. These people know little of the magic and the meat, but it appears they have truly made up for it in other ways.
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Eventually, he arrives somewhere near a town named 'Kerwin'. His birds tell him of the band of adventurers, who are clearly still alive. Ilvar opens his real eyes and leads his moose on foot towards the encampent. The wildling with grey robes and red teeth cries out, "Hulloo!" in the darkness.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 24, 2015 14:47:47 GMT -5
Amelia had been returning from her walk when she heard the man call out. She made her way towards where the voice had come from, finding the man coming from some trees.
"Who are you?" she asked, readying herself should he prove to be villainous.
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 24, 2015 14:53:04 GMT -5
"Ilvar!" he answered, in a not at all villainous tone. "I mean you no harm, just passing through. I'd hope to trade words or food. I saw your encampent, and thought solidarity might be a boon this night." He gave an easy smile, content in his safety.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 24, 2015 14:57:28 GMT -5
Amelia studied the man with a curious expression. "Ilvar, hmm? How do you come to be traveling in this region?" She'd missed the man when he'd been at the Wall but she didn't like the very strange look he had about him.
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 24, 2015 15:04:31 GMT -5
He opened a bag of... something. "I've been sent to slay the Usurper by the Great Old Ones, they that once ruled the darkness, and will do so once again. Or else assist in the slaying. Really, I couldn't care less how it's accomplished. Gizzard?" He chewed one, and tossed another to his crows.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 24, 2015 15:07:29 GMT -5
Amelia shook her head. "I've just eaten. Mutton stew." She studied the man for a moment before nodding. "You've been sent by the Others to stop someone ending all existence so that they can." She sighed. "I suppose you're welcome to join us."
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 24, 2015 15:30:39 GMT -5
Ilvar nodded. "That's the long and short of it, aye. As long as the Grey Man rules, there is no light or darkness, only shadows. Thus life and death do not coexist in a natural balance, but are melded in an eternal wheel of suffering. Oriax must die, for all our sakes."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 24, 2015 15:40:00 GMT -5
"I suppose you are right," Amelia responded, leading the way to the camp. "We have him located but fear it may be a trap. He is waiting for us, I believe."
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 24, 2015 15:51:41 GMT -5
"I see..." He stroked a crow on his shoulder. "Well, I suggest we make some good torches in the meantime. If he only has dead men for his cause, then fire is our best tool. I can look ahead, but I would rather not. He may look back before we want him too. Kerwin may have other good tools, if it is not a trap." He paused before asking. "Who are you people?"
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Aug 24, 2015 16:01:24 GMT -5
Maekar came out of his tent at the commotion, he walked up to the strange Wildling. "I think we've got that covered, what makes you think you can kill Oriax?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 24, 2015 16:04:25 GMT -5
"I see..." He stroked a crow on his shoulder. "Well, I suggest we make some good torches in the meantime. If he only has dead men for his cause, then fire is our best tool. I can look ahead, but I would rather not. He may look back before we want him too. Kerwin may have other good tools, if it is not a trap." He paused before asking. "Who are you people?" "Amelia Royce, here on behalf of Vhagus Targaryen," Amelia stated. "The men and women here are some of the best warriors of Westeros." She pointed to Maekar. "This man who so rudely interrupted us is Lord Tyrell."
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 24, 2015 16:10:06 GMT -5
"Ahh..." He gave him a blank stare. He was also blanking on what a Vhagus was. "Well, by the trust placed in me by the Great Old Ones, I may sever the link between magic and meat." He considered his words, before restating. "Anything I kill stays dead. Man, wight, or..." He frowned, not finishing the sentence. Killing White Walkers was a blasphemy he did not idly entertain.
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Post by Lord Maekar Tyrell on Aug 24, 2015 16:14:31 GMT -5
Maekar gave Amelia an irritated look,"I'd think you'd prefer someone to investigate if there is a breach of the perimeter. Next time it might not be living." He turned back to Ilvar,"So you're in league with the Others..... who aren't helping Oriax?" He crossed his arms over his chest,"Then why is the only difference between the Long Night, and now, is Oriax?" He took a second to think before continuing,"He has all the same magic as them, wouldn't that indicate their help?"
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