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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Sept 19, 2015 21:15:50 GMT -5
"Get whatever you can from the carts or the dead, and bandage up whatever wounds you can! Your own, or your comrades. Move with haste, and help the wounded back to their feet. Link arms if you have to, but get moving." Nymos shouts to the men, hoping to help give them some direction to follow so that they can get whats left of their forces moving out of this place.
Command: 61 Diplomacy: 50
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 19, 2015 21:46:29 GMT -5
Kalvin just looked at her. Riley shook her head as the army is rounded up. "Yes, the Ironborn. I'll find Malik now. Old bastard," he muttered. He heads off to find him. The army starts to knit together, no bodies can be buried in the rock and ice though and it's a grim sight.
Nymos's men and anyone he sees start packing up whatever is utterly essential and they load them on wagons that remain or they simply leave it behind. It's a race for warmth and life now, not against an enemy that can be slain with steel.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Sept 19, 2015 22:07:53 GMT -5
Robyn looks after him now... and then sighs looking weary finally as her husband walked away from her. Shit. She goes off to try and talk to...whomever.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 19, 2015 22:20:22 GMT -5
Nick is busy assembling people into some sort of order. He looks to his sister. "Robyn? You made it!" He rushes off to give her a hug. "You're hurt! You need clothes without holes in them!" It was bitter cold and the wind was already freezing her garments to her with the blood sticking.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Sept 20, 2015 11:52:31 GMT -5
Crowl is running around outside trying to find the rest of the commanders. After leaving the soldier he fell on confused as to how he fell out of thin air to land on the poor guy.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 20, 2015 11:57:26 GMT -5
Nick sees Kalvin about, barking out orders. "Crowl! Get your giants assembled! The fucking dragon burned everything down! We need to get south before we starve! Also...how the fuck did you get here!?"
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Sept 20, 2015 12:16:24 GMT -5
Crowl turns to see whos yelling at him and starts running towards Nick. "I don't have a fucking clue. This is why i don't trust those damned dragons." He mutters loudly. "Is anyone else back?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 20, 2015 12:25:05 GMT -5
"Robyn!" Kalvin said. "We're back...fucking Vhagus is gone, and he left his..pet sorceress behind." He looks about the destroyed camp. "This just cost us more men than this whole fucking war."
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Sept 21, 2015 6:01:15 GMT -5
Arthur Tyrell returns from where they had been fighting the God.
"They're all gone...somewhere." the young lord said in anguished voice. He looked around appalled. "What in Seven Hells has happened here? Where are my men?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 21, 2015 11:51:01 GMT -5
"The dragon went mad and burned many," he is told. "Gather the men and we march south immediately. We have to escape the cold, now."
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Sept 21, 2015 11:56:19 GMT -5
Crowl appears again with his giants in tow to help force everything back into a somewhat sensible order for the march back. He does this with the threat of force depending on how badly people need it.
Intimidation: 85 Rally?: 85
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 21, 2015 12:07:26 GMT -5
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The Crowl is scarier than starving to death or the cold, and he and the other leaders manage to assemble the troops into a rank. The Giants are largely unfazed by the weather and act as a rallying point for many.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Sept 21, 2015 12:19:26 GMT -5
The Crowl starts marching people south back towards where they came from. He signs whatever wilding troops he still has with some of the better known hunters of the army to hunt for food once they get to the northern bits of the haunted forest.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Sept 21, 2015 13:26:52 GMT -5
Nymos looked to his men, a mere handful of what they had been. With two spare horses, he helps to ride on the edges, to try and help keep rank. He fears for his own health, but at this point, ensuring any of them survive is key.
He thanks the gods for crowl and his giants, needing to remember to craft the man some sort of honor upon his return to sunspear.
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Post by Lord Lyonel Vikary on Sept 21, 2015 16:18:34 GMT -5
Arthur did what he could, gathering what remained of his Reachmen and beginning the march south. He would be glad to escape the cold and wet of the North finally.
Command: 85
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