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The Host
Sept 13, 2015 11:44:52 GMT -5
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Post by Lyonel on Sept 13, 2015 11:44:52 GMT -5
"We have more pressing concerns than the comings and goings of my servants, I shall decide their fate after we are done with our foe..." Orson grunted non chalantly dismissing the matters.
"Try to understand this, Stark. We are not foes in this battle, my master's quarrel is not with you... Trust Me." This was the kindest that Orson could achieve, although it still sounded as blunt as a pispoor travestite whore's razor. "You have nothing to fear from us."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 13, 2015 11:59:35 GMT -5
"I do not care whom your master quarrels with, Lord Banefort," Benjen responded with a steely voice. "This host is under my command and while a part of it, you and your creatures will obey my orders. I trust you won't find it hard to comply with them."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 13, 2015 13:28:12 GMT -5
A cry comes up from a fair chunk of the army, who absolutely will not march another step north against demons made of ice while leaning upon demons made of fire.
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The Host
Sept 13, 2015 14:17:24 GMT -5
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Post by Lyonel on Sept 13, 2015 14:17:24 GMT -5
Orson huffed in irritation, bunch of superstitious fools.
"Have it as you want..." He said resigned, gesturing for the demons to take flight. "I'll have them stay out of eyesight."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 13, 2015 14:20:01 GMT -5
The demons fly off after snorting irritation.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 13, 2015 14:21:16 GMT -5
Benjen watches the demons fly off, before turning back to Orson. "Men, draw your swords - this man is a threat to the host." He pulls his sword to advance on Orson.
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The Host
Sept 13, 2015 14:30:44 GMT -5
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Post by Lyonel on Sept 13, 2015 14:30:44 GMT -5
"Call off your men, Stark." Orson barked, motioning towards his wineskin an reigning his horse. "We are here as allies, if we do this, the Ice Demon wins."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 13, 2015 14:32:10 GMT -5
The men don't seem eager to be called off.
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The Host
Sept 13, 2015 14:33:13 GMT -5
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Post by Lyonel on Sept 13, 2015 14:33:13 GMT -5
"Stark, back off! NOW!"
Orson took a sip of his wineskin, and already prepared for the worst.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 13, 2015 14:33:33 GMT -5
"Lord Orson, you cannot simply summon some demons and waltz around here while we are off to fight the Others." He nodded to his men. "Take him."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 13, 2015 14:38:07 GMT -5
The men approach the weird demon horse and point spears at the odd lord to pull him off of it.
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The Host
Sept 13, 2015 14:39:36 GMT -5
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Post by Lyonel on Sept 13, 2015 14:39:36 GMT -5
"This is what he wants, Stark."
Orson then realized that fighting would be worse, without Benjen's help they'd never defeat the Others. He climbed off his horse, putting his hands to the sky.
"I'll submit."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 13, 2015 14:43:58 GMT -5
The men chain him up.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 13, 2015 14:46:45 GMT -5
Benjen has Orson brought to a tent, before summoning Nick and Riley for a little interrogation session.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 13, 2015 14:49:27 GMT -5
Nick walks in with his skinning knife. Riley is bored looking. Even demons can't hold her attention for long.
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