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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 30, 2015 11:00:09 GMT -5
Upon hearing of the Stark Prince's intentions, the wildling priest slips out of the Shadow Tower during the night. He makes his way where the cold remains, in hopes of finding some sign of the creatures he swore his life to all those years ago, as a child alone in the woods. He knows due to the poison and heat death, there will not be so much good hunting, but he cares not. Should his mortal form weaken, he will travel by wing or hoof or paw if need be.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 30, 2015 11:02:27 GMT -5
He can find deer and rabbit still, moose sometimes; the destruction was very far from total on the massive landform. He passes over field and forest over the days, and finally he finds some of the Others, the walkers gathered together, a few once-men about them. One glances at he prophet and raises its hand.
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 30, 2015 11:10:45 GMT -5
They are so beautiful, he can barely look at them. He fears perfection may somehow be marred by his mortal ugliness. He pays no mind to the wights, no better than possessed cattle to the old skinchanger.
Ilvar falls to his knees, and presses his forehead into the snow before speaking, terrified and elated. "My lord... The Usurper is gone. But the Southerners gather their strength at Castle Black. They have dragonglass. They will be coming for you soon."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 30, 2015 11:16:10 GMT -5
The Others seem to understand. They do not seem to communicate with words, but rather with their odd mental talk. They do not seem displeased at the prospect, though they despise the idea of more dragonglass, of course. Worry not, they say. The Lord has seen their coming, and they shall join the rest of their kin on the Sea of Names. Ilvar has never heard of the Sea of Names.
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 30, 2015 11:41:05 GMT -5
"Yes, my lord." He grinned. He knew the Great Old Ones were still strong and wise. "What purpose would you set upon this willing vessel, my lord?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 30, 2015 13:23:43 GMT -5
"They seek our lord Elmangoreth," they said into his brain. "Show them the way."
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Aug 30, 2015 17:07:25 GMT -5
"Yeesss..." He murmured. "As you will it." Unless otherwise bid, he prepares for the trip back, not stopping to ask all the questions he longed to. Perhaps after victory...
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