Kurts
Prince
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Post by Kurts on Sept 12, 2015 13:46:54 GMT -5
"We did." Killion spoke, up the king having been silent until this point. "Anchored on the shore of the Bay of Ice near Frosthome. Do we require them?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 12, 2015 16:57:53 GMT -5
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The host marches north on whatever trail is best.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 12, 2015 21:43:45 GMT -5
Nick and Riley approach Benjen. "The Other's lord is wreaking havoc on our spells," Riley said. "They're getting stronger."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 12, 2015 21:51:01 GMT -5
"We did." Killion spoke, up the king having been silent until this point. "Anchored on the shore of the Bay of Ice near Frosthome. Do we require them?" OOC: Malik is just being whimsical; it's a 6000 mile trip to go from west of the shore to the east.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 13, 2015 7:49:54 GMT -5
Nick and Riley approach Benjen. "The Other's lord is wreaking havoc on our spells," Riley said. "They're getting stronger." "Stronger? Even with Oriax dead... gods damn it," Benjen said in frustration. "We need to get to them quickly."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 13, 2015 7:54:20 GMT -5
"I...appealed for assistance," she finally admitted. "From my master." As the army moves along, the landmarks fade away as the journey to the ice fields begin. Ilvar keeps hearing the words in his head. The Sea of Names. Nick flexed and unflexed his injured hand. "We have another theory," he admitted.
"The presence of their god may make the dragonglass less and less effective as we go north," he said. "IF that's true, it will be best to have those with Valyrian steel scattered through the army. Not," he admitted, "that we have that much of it."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 13, 2015 7:58:43 GMT -5
The frustration became even more evident on Benjen's face. "We have, what, five of the swords? And where the hells are Kal and the others? This just keeps getting worse."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 13, 2015 8:22:44 GMT -5
Nick shrugged. "Well, it was never going to get better. I've heard the last fight with a god wasn't easy either." He looks about. "Best to just keep moving. They should be back soon."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 13, 2015 8:29:57 GMT -5
"They'd better. I sent them to find a safe way for us to march," Benjen responded. "I'll need all of the magic users together once we face them."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 13, 2015 8:36:23 GMT -5
The next day they come across Jackson Snow and the rest of the scouts, who report that the others had gone to investigate a potential safe place for the army to camp, as the endless fields of ice will obliterate an army in just a few days.
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The Host
Sept 13, 2015 9:44:24 GMT -5
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 13, 2015 9:44:24 GMT -5
On they go.
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The Host
Sept 13, 2015 11:08:16 GMT -5
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Post by Lyonel on Sept 13, 2015 11:08:16 GMT -5
Lord Orson's new entourage was quite of a sight to see, he rode amongst the ranks towards Prince Benjen; flanked by his Deathguard, six demonic figures with wings on their back and an insufferable smell of sulfur that accompanied him on foot carrying the banner of House Banefort (now with his Master's ideogram sewn where the hooded man's face should be) and crude black steel weapons, he rode a massive brute of a horse, with gargantuan hooves and skin black as night, whose sight reminded the earth of all it's ills.
"Stark..." His voice was much clearer now, his skin and hair flooding with a long lost youth. For the first time he spoke to Benjen, he was not under the effect of hallucinogenic substances. "We are ready."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 13, 2015 11:10:48 GMT -5
Unsurprisingly Benjen's hand immediately goes to his sword and he calls for his personal guard to form up defensively. "What the hells is this?!"
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Sept 13, 2015 11:19:54 GMT -5
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Post by Lyonel on Sept 13, 2015 11:19:54 GMT -5
"This, Prince Benjen, is our path to victory... As I said, I have orders to destroy this foul creature, and I shall use of whatever means to achieve it." A clearer voice did not mean his deep tones were any less bizarre for a man, it was even stranger now, paired with his younger looks.
"Do not fret, Prince Benjen, my servants answer to me and only, they shan't bother you and your men; We'll be off South as soon as Elangoreth is brought to it's knees."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 13, 2015 11:24:35 GMT -5
"I don't feel entirely comfortable with these... creatures around," Benjen stated, his hand still on his sword. "They'll stay with your force and are not to come close to my own men." His hand moved from the hilt of his sword. "I do hope you are not planning to bring them south of the Wall."
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