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Post by Robyn Stark on Sept 18, 2015 18:14:00 GMT -5
"weopons..." Robyn said, looking for one that may suit her, a small sword or something, "and some books.' She then picks up the westerosi book and tries to see what it covers. "I can't read the others, but it would be a shame to lose them, who knows what is written in them?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 18, 2015 18:37:40 GMT -5
"Vhagus will," she muttered. Robyn sees the book is about some sort of summoning. It's centuries old. Perhaps the army here had summoned this deity to crush the Others where they had failed. Whatever they had done, it hadn't saved their lives. "Let's move on and see if we can find where he was summoned from." The skittering continues a bit then stops, which is arguably creepier. "The runnel beckons," Riley mumbled.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Sept 18, 2015 18:40:33 GMT -5
"Can you give us some light again?" Robyn askes, "In the tunnel, we're not going to be able to hide and surprise them anyway?"
Robyn took the book and one of the weapins if it was approapriate for her and added it to her ever growing weapons belt, then proceeded into the tunnel. her usual steel sword raised.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 18, 2015 19:26:56 GMT -5
Her weapons belt weighs more than her now, but she is tough and they wander off. the ligt illuminates the path as they venture down the tunnel, until they come to a circle glowing light green. A corpse is encased inside a clear icy tomb, missing its head. It is in armor but there is a hole near its right hand where it seems a weapon may have been. Riley frowns. "It's...bleeding energy." As she speaks, Robyn and Nymos feel more than hear or see a presence approach. The guardian is a humanoid about seven feet tall, lean and brutal, with the crystal Other's armor on but a red steel spear as its primary weapon and a thick oaken shield. It has a strange black crown on and looks at the pair with a smile that looks like a plastic bag stretched tight across a skull.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Sept 18, 2015 20:49:35 GMT -5
Robyn grips her hand round the sword she was holding. The person was not an other, so the Dragonglass Dagger would not be useful. She keep the steel sword out for now, The guardian, Borin Oakenshield as he shall now be called, was imposing, but Robyn still hoped she could rely on her speed to get in a few hits. "Riley, would you think it wise, for Nymos and I to distract this thing, while you concentrate on the corpse?" Robyn asked, keeping her eyes on the guardian. "What do you think will happen if we disconnect it?"
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Sept 18, 2015 21:25:35 GMT -5
"What is he? That is no reanimated corpse...nor a being off ice." Nymos said as he realized he was not armed well to face this beast. He still glares, if the spear would do no good, he would need to use a bow, or find something that would work.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 19, 2015 12:05:02 GMT -5
Robyn and Nymos versus the Guardian
Robyn: 125 Nymos (+6): 161
Guardian: 140 (-5)
Robyn slips through the opening attack as the guardian advances, moving like a human but a bit more stiffly. Its sword sweeps through the air and the Lady of Winterfell parries and is knocked onto her ass by the power of it, but Nymos is able to take advantage by sliding his obsidian spear into the man's side. Red blood seeps out, steaming in the cold air.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 19, 2015 13:18:55 GMT -5
Robyn: 204 Nymos (+7): 148 (-10)
Guardian (-5): 177 (-10)
Robyn slides across as the guardian turns to face the new threat, stabbing Nymos in the side. She slips under its shieldswipe and her sword digs into the man's leg and she hears a satisfying howl of pain.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 19, 2015 13:22:43 GMT -5
Robyn: 115 (counts the +5) (-10) Nymos (+8): 147
Guardian: 161
The guardian rampages, knocking Nymos back with its vastly superior strength and then turning to Robyn. She dodges two swings but then he simply door-kicks her in the chest, flinging her backwards into the wall, painfully landing on it.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 19, 2015 13:28:33 GMT -5
Robyn: 197 (100) Nymos (+9): 92 (-15)
Guardian: 137 (-40)
Robyn bounces off the wall, her first thought incoherent nonsense from a possible light concussion, but her second thought only "REVENGE!" She watches as the Guardian stabs Nymos, and she leaps up, puts her left hand on the guardian's plate to steady and then stabs into its neck with all her fury. This takes place in less than a second. Nymos's leg is wounded but he is more than in the fight.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 19, 2015 13:33:18 GMT -5
Robyn: 171 Nymos (+10): 123 Guardian: 118 (-65)
Robyn continues on her offensive, and now her sword is stabbing the man in the chest, seeking his heart. She misses it but barely. Nymos is recovering and distracting the Guardian whenever possible, but his weak spear has shattered, leaving him with a short sword sized chunk of obsidian to stab with.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 19, 2015 13:36:23 GMT -5
Robyn: 136 Nymos: 136 Guardian: 98
Robyn kicks the man's knee out from under him, and as he collapses to it Nymos dives on him, stabbing the bloody shit out of him and then Robyn joins in and the man is turned to a bloody stack of armor.
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Sept 19, 2015 15:15:28 GMT -5
***
Ilvar was growing restless. He had no notion of what might be occurring beneath that palace of dreams. Perhaps his nmasters were already victorious. Perhaps they were slain... but if so, why were the Southerners taking their time in returning? It could not be so vast... or could it? Were the lands below just as vast as the lands of dreams? He could not know. But he knew if the heathens were successful, and the dragonlord survived, then Ilvar would be no better than the smoking corpses this leviathan consumed so blithely.
He stretched out again, towards it, praying to gods who may already be quite dead, and to the god of gods whose will is the Long Night, and what lay beyond even that...
Skinchanging 102
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Post by Robyn Stark on Sept 19, 2015 16:58:54 GMT -5
Robyn breathed hard as they finally dispatched the guardian. Touch one that.
"Good Job," She said to Nymos, complimenting the dornishmen, then looked over to see how Riley and the Corpse were doing.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 19, 2015 17:11:53 GMT -5
*** Ilvar was growing restless. He had no notion of what might be occurring beneath that palace of dreams. Perhaps his nmasters were already victorious. Perhaps they were slain... but if so, why were the Southerners taking their time in returning? It could not be so vast... or could it? Were the lands below just as vast as the lands of dreams? He could not know. But he knew if the heathens were successful, and the dragonlord survived, then Ilvar would be no better than the smoking corpses this leviathan consumed so blithely. He stretched out again, towards it, praying to gods who may already be quite dead, and to the god of gods whose will is the Long Night, and what lay beyond even that... Skinchanging 102 172 (after penalty for no weirwoods) Ilvar...somehow, manages to wrest control of Drogon's mind, but the dragon isn't happy about it. It's unlikely this will be a permanent solution unless he has months to try it. It is supremely unlikely he will have that long. As he claims it he feels a massive pressure in his head as the dark god dies.
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