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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Aug 30, 2015 21:09:08 GMT -5
Having arrived at Castle Black with his men, Lord Arthur Tyrell came to find out what was going on and where his Reachmen might assist.
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Aug 30, 2015 21:15:06 GMT -5
Titus regarded the man curiously. "As you say, my Prince," Titus said, wondering how he would possibly know if the man was misleading them, since he himself had no idea what lie beyond the wall. "You're the moose rider, no?" he said, his expression giving away the fact that he was interested. "I'm sure you'll have plenty of time to tell me how you came to manage that. You can call me Titus," he offered a hand. "I hope our meeting is a good one, I do not enjoy throat slitting and I'd rather not waste my time killing you when there are so many other who need killing."
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 30, 2015 21:27:15 GMT -5
The wildling shook the man's hand genially. "Aye, he's a friendly beast, and sturdy. There are few horses in the True North, and I find walking can be... inadquate." He was aware that magic was not as well-understood, or perhaps as common, below the Wall. "And I would be happy to display the gifts of the Great Old Ones."
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Aug 30, 2015 21:31:34 GMT -5
Titus laughed. "Inadequate for myself as well. As are horses and likely moose, for that matter. Give me a ship. At least they don't shit in the harbor." He paused a few moments as he processed the last bit. "Who are the great old ones?" he asked finally.
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 30, 2015 21:38:27 GMT -5
He paled at the mention of ships. "I traveled on such a thing, after defeating the Grey Man. Never again."
He visibly cheered at the second topic. "Them who rule the ice and the wind. The White Walkers whom you call the Others. My masters who have lived at world's end since the world's beginning. It is by their grace that the seasons change, so we do not burn in our own sins and devices nor at the hands of the burning god."
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The Host
Aug 31, 2015 5:48:02 GMT -5
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Aug 31, 2015 5:48:02 GMT -5
Titus felt his jaw drop. "You're an agent of our enemy? Those who would seek to dominate our lands, destroy our homes and drive us back, as one after another falls dead, only to rise again a slave to battle his own kinsman? And not just us men of the south, but you're own people as well?" Titus was in utter shock. This will be much, much more difficult than I had initially imagined, he thought. "I trust the Prince," he said finally, "but if you take one step that so much as looks odd to me I'll stick a sword in your back, wildling," he looked resolute.
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 31, 2015 8:30:12 GMT -5
"My people? What people are you imagining I belong to?" Growled Ilvar. "The people who murdered my father and drove me into the arms of starvation and predation? The people who stood on this wall for countless generations and declared it our lot to suffer and die in ignorance, like so many bedbugs to be burned out on occasion? I have no people to call my own. Only the Great Old Ones saw fit to pull me from the mud. Only the Great Old Ones thought my life possessed greater meaning beyond mere meat to sate your superstitions and prejudices! I am no different than one of your knights, placing my fealty to my lord before the lives of innocent strangers. If you want to know how a man can look at countless others and declare them unworthy of living... I suggest you take a good long look at the history of your Seven Kingdoms..."
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Aug 31, 2015 10:46:30 GMT -5
"Who was it that told you you must live in ignorance? So far as I've ever know, nobody south of the wall gave two shits what your lot did north of her. You could have built your own citadel to surpass our own had you the mind to do it. To my eyes the ignorance of your people can be blamed on no one but yourselves, and besides, it's hardly as though the wildlings have been simple minded innocents these past eight thousand years. You've scaled our wall and burned our villiages, same as we've done back. Don't play me for a fool, wildling. Do as the Prince bids and you'll find I care little enough of your personal allegiances, but you won't outlive me. The one thing I have in this world to keep me living is to make sure you die before I do, should things go ill." He stopped a moment and visibly relaxed a bit. "But I say enough of this. We both have a job to do, and if these be my last days I'd rather not spend them in pointless bickering. We both have our tasks, after all."
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 31, 2015 11:13:58 GMT -5
Ilvar raised an eyebrow. "Astonishing. You think I'm somehow at a disadvantage, don't you?"
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Aug 31, 2015 11:16:02 GMT -5
Titus shrugged. "I suppose we'll find out soon enough." He could see nothing particularly imposing about the man, other than his odd allegiances.
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 31, 2015 11:22:29 GMT -5
"Well, ignorance is an exhausting topic, and I am already famished. Let us go feed." He wandered off, expecting his chaperone to follow in his wake.
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Aug 31, 2015 14:53:34 GMT -5
His chaperon followed in his wake. He'd just eaten, but his duty was his duty.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 31, 2015 18:06:35 GMT -5
The host has fully assembled. Kalvin is feeling much better and approaches the prince. "So Ben, where are we headed?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Aug 31, 2015 19:09:40 GMT -5
"North," Benjen states from the front of the host as he walks along to survey the lines. He looks grim these days but determined. "We'll be heading straight for the Others. Into the maw."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 31, 2015 19:16:56 GMT -5
"What if they don't fight?" he said. "The cold kills us. It's home to them. We should have a goal."
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