|
Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 26, 2015 18:52:18 GMT -5
She sees figures from the dream then, men or once-men, and a cold figure with a crystal sword near them. Logan curses. "That fucking figures."
|
|
|
Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 26, 2015 18:53:18 GMT -5
"What does?" She asked, wondering if the sword man was the one she'd seen in her trip to the past.
|
|
|
Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 26, 2015 19:31:36 GMT -5
"That is one of them," he said. "An Other. Those swords can kill by freezing you if need be." They shiver. "Something wicked is coming if they are here."
|
|
|
Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 26, 2015 19:39:28 GMT -5
"Something wicked?" She asked, she'd wished she'd brought the other dragon glass now, these people seemed to need them... "Regardless... We don't have a choice, or I don't. Any idea how we can approach?" She looked to see if there was any kind of shelter of shadows, that she could use to sneak up on the other with the sword... If she could take him out quickly, the others would fall more easily...
|
|
|
Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 26, 2015 20:13:24 GMT -5
"The Others seldom travel alone," he explained. "They despise their servants." HE looks about. "We can scroll this hill and avoid being seen, try hitting them from two sides at once, I guess." The pool is near a couple mounds Robyn can use for cover, and the area is still thickly undergrown with brush and more. "You comfortable with a blade?"
The pool is thirty feet across or so, ringed by twenty or twenty five of the once-men, and the single Other she sees. The once-men are familiar from the dream, and the sap/power bubbles and churns. It is ninety degrees or hotter so close to the power. The illumination from the pool should make them hard to detect; shadows are omnipresent.
|
|
|
Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 27, 2015 6:01:09 GMT -5
"I'm not bad," she undersold herself, "I can hold my own,"
She looked at the locations of the people. "If you rush then. I can try and get behind the other and take him out with this," she showed him the dragon glass, "if you can, don't let anyone fall in that pool, it will absorb their energy.
|
|
|
Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 27, 2015 7:33:50 GMT -5
Logan nodded. "We can hit them hard enough that they won't notice you," he vowed. "If you can strike the walker down we just might have a shot at this. And I promise none of us wanted a bath that badly," he joked with a grim tone.
|
|
|
Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 27, 2015 13:07:01 GMT -5
Robyn smiled a touch, "not even the those round the fire though," she warned, turning serious.
"Hope I'll see you on the other side, if you wait until I am closer, ambush them, could help distract him, then I'll try and strike." She agreed.
With that, she drew the dragonglass dagger and started trying to sneak behind the lava and the men, keeping to the trees and the undergrowth. Trying to make her way round to the side the other was on without being seen.
|
|
|
Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 27, 2015 13:18:01 GMT -5
152
Robyn sneaks around the side to the Other, about twenty feet away before the clearing starts, and the group is mesmerized by the pool as they seem to be staring at it in blank worship. The wild kings break their concentration after another few minutes with arrows and yells, the three largest of them running into view. The human-things turn to engage them, several dead falling into the blood red pool that glows with the unearthly light.
|
|
|
Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 27, 2015 13:21:08 GMT -5
Robyn looked to see if the other was taking the distraction, before trying to move directly behind him, to try and get in the best position.
|
|
|
Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 27, 2015 13:24:24 GMT -5
The Other seems unconcerned with the distraction. Robyn hears motion to her right; another one as Logan had guessed. It doesn't see her yet either, striding to the fight with its eerie crystal blade and smooth grace.
|
|
|
Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 27, 2015 13:25:33 GMT -5
(What did I roll?)
|
|
|
Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 27, 2015 13:50:48 GMT -5
66
|
|
|
Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 27, 2015 14:08:21 GMT -5
Sorry I see the point now. Your second roll for the other Other was 137. Stab away
|
|
|
Post by Robyn Stark on Aug 27, 2015 15:31:49 GMT -5
Robyn feels close enough to the not distracted Other to strike. She moves quick and quietly as she can forward and tries to stab the White Walker with the dragonglass blade, piercing it's back to get at it's ice cold heart if possible.
(Small Blades 102
Assassinate: If Robyn makes two consecutive conceal, disguise, or sneak rolls against a single target (scenario dependent, minimum roll 125 each), her first round of attacks is at +25. If Robin and an ally engage the same target, she backstabs at +5 to melee rolls.
Impeccable Skill: acrobatic and dexterous and well trained by the North's greatest warriors, Robyn imposes -15 to ranged attacks against her, and avoids the first 25 damage she suffers in any fight (total per day) due to her ability to evade blows.)
|
|