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Post by Lyonel on Sept 10, 2015 12:37:44 GMT -5
A black dyed tent, with the banner of House Banefot flying hy it's entrance.
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Post by Lyonel on Sept 10, 2015 12:42:39 GMT -5
Lord Orson had summoned every high ranking westerner for a meeting in his tent. He sat by the blue hearth burning hearth, for the first time in what seemed centuries he was not under the effect of any substance, he didn,t feel the need for them anymore.
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Sept 10, 2015 13:53:32 GMT -5
Ilvar, liking the aesthetics, approaches without being invited.
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Post by Lyonel on Sept 10, 2015 14:02:07 GMT -5
Lord Orson was not pleased by the unexpected invetee, he was not angered, though, he felt intrigued by the figure. The man had something different upon him, a mystical aura quite like his own, but still completly different.
"You must be the Wildling priest..." He said in faint voice, raising to his feets. His joints did not hurt anymore, but for a matter of aestethics, he waved his hands and a staff appeared on his right hand.
"I've heard a lot about you."
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Sept 10, 2015 14:10:54 GMT -5
"I just know you have a pretty tent." The wildling marveled at the lordling's feat. "That's a fine gift, Yer Grace. I have not seen its like in the North, where we tend to subsume a thing, not create it willy nilly. The meat and the magic, aye..."
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Post by Lyonel on Sept 10, 2015 14:32:48 GMT -5
Orson grunted a chuckle, these savages and their primitive forms of magic.
"Come, walk with me." He used the staff to open the tent flap. To be true, Banefort was afraid that the man's stink might impregnate his tent. "I have things to ask you."
"Tell, me... Why are you helping us?"
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Sept 10, 2015 14:37:41 GMT -5
"Because my masters will it." He stroked the neck of one of his birds. "It would not be my own choice. But Ilvar the Faithful is not known for his disloyalty." He looked up at him the other man. "Do you believe faith and power are related? That one is required to inspire the other?"
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Post by Lyonel on Sept 10, 2015 14:48:03 GMT -5
"Then we are more alike than I have thought..." Only they were both in completly different scales of magnitude. "I'm here under the orders of my own master. We are mere mortals, mere flesh; there is no power with fsith, and no faith witout subservience."
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Sept 10, 2015 15:14:34 GMT -5
"Mmmm... I disagree. In the North, we have the Others and the Children of the Forest and the skinchangers and more. In the east, the red god reigns, along with stranger magics. Yet in the souuth, they just have seven silly statues that everyone pays homage to, I've been thinking s lot about why we're here, and why they're down there, why kings answer to fiction whereas only outsiders know the true magic. I've been thinking about how, for all this flair, the world is still in the grip of ignorance. Of blind faith." He scowled. "That is what I like best about my role. I have faith because I have so little need of it, having seen what I've seen. I suspect you're much the same."
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Post by Lyonel on Sept 10, 2015 17:39:26 GMT -5
This man was pretty insightful for the concept he had of a filthy ignorant barbarian, Orson just nodded in agreement.
"This is but forthe time being. My Master is coming back, and all those heathens shall suffer him."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Sept 10, 2015 17:51:22 GMT -5
"Your master?" Robyn asked as she approached them. Since returning to the group, she had not really spoken to many not in her close circle, but she was interested in the both of them, she had met Ilvar before, but not the odd Banefort "Who might that be?"
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Post by Lyonel on Sept 10, 2015 18:05:39 GMT -5
"The Elder One, who took me into his halls and taught me the secrets of space and time."
He spoke with a grin, as unintelegible visions of impossible colors and shapes flooded into his mind.
"And who are you supposed to be? A face too fair for a commoner, I assure." He studied the girl with interest, she had something on her.
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Sept 10, 2015 18:09:55 GMT -5
"Well, my masters taught me the secrets of life and death, and have always ruled the darkness since before man had a name for it." Ilvar spoke like a child at a joust, comparing his favorite knights. One half expected him to stick his tongue out after his boast.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Sept 10, 2015 18:18:11 GMT -5
"Robyn Stark" She introduced, holding out her hand rather than the usual curtsey women usually gave.
"You must be Lord Banefort, a pleasure I am sure." she smiled pleasantly.
"I am sure both your gods are just as good as one another"
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Sept 10, 2015 18:21:15 GMT -5
Ilvar bowed respectfully to Robyn, the first person to accept him into this motley band.
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