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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 16, 2015 13:14:19 GMT -5
The elite of Westeros enter the cave as the surviving soldiers retreat to the farther mountains to escape the worst of the wind and return to some semblance of a camp. Drogon stays with them, lighting massive bonfires to warm the soldiers up, his energy sated by the unlimited corpses available for him to feast on.
The cave is warm and even steaming compared to the outside after a few hundred ayrds, and now the chamber of the dead is nearly empty, only a few dozen corpses left marching to fight. Vhagus looks about and pricks his finger, then sets the blood into little droplets in the air that glow with a reddish light, each droplet hovering just over and behind a different person's head, granting them vision for twenty feet or so. "How charming. Oriax must not have gotten to decorating before his demise."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 16, 2015 13:21:36 GMT -5
Benjen remained quiet as they entered the cave, sword already in hand. He had a small wound that had very hastily been bandaged but in sudden warmth he forgot about it. Eyes cast about he waited to see what hell they would stumble on next.
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Post by Marlow on Sept 16, 2015 13:21:55 GMT -5
Harwyn stuck with the rest of the group, hand clenched tight around the haft of his axe. "A shame the Others will have the same problem. Guess nobody will ever get to painting."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Sept 16, 2015 13:27:02 GMT -5
"Shame he could not tell me the name of his designer before he went" Robyn moved forward, venturing a bit deeper into the cave, trying to see a way which way to go. She really hoped the dead in the mountain had been out on the ice fields, or they would have a bad time. She tried to find her way again to the crossroads they'd found before.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 16, 2015 13:32:22 GMT -5
A path leads to the left and up. The caves has an exit about a quarter mile away, and wights come charging out, but the colelcted heroes have no difficulty hacking them to shreds. A strange pulsing sound is going through the air, but even more through the ground, rumbling bass. Kalvin and Menion look wary but nothing seems to be happening yet.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 16, 2015 13:35:16 GMT -5
"This doesn't sound good," Benjen said, wondering what the pulsing could be. "Vhagus, sense anything that isn't a lot of undead?"
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Post by Kurts on Sept 16, 2015 13:36:58 GMT -5
"This way then." Killion points to the left path. "You don't want to see what's down the right, trust me."
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Sept 16, 2015 13:36:43 GMT -5
Ilvar spends the entire battle alternating between wailing in sorrow and a calm certainty that his masters will overcome the depredations of men.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 16, 2015 13:39:42 GMT -5
Vhagus looks faintly amused, the only person enjoying himself. "He is here," he said. "Their god. And I sense much more than that," he said. "This is where the hero fell. With his flaming sword. I forget the story. The one with the ridiculous name. A snore achoo or something." Kalvin heads up the right tunnel. Other than the pulsing it is eerily quiet.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 16, 2015 13:40:40 GMT -5
Ragnar frowned. The pulsating was beginning to unsettle him. "I#'ll wager there's some kind of strange creature about here," he murmured.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 16, 2015 13:41:49 GMT -5
"Azor Ahai? He died?" Benjen asked, not having heard that part of the tale. He looked about at those present, doubting any of them was the legendary figure reborn.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Sept 16, 2015 13:43:08 GMT -5
"What an insight" Robyn said dryly to Ragnar, then followed kalvin up the path, sword ready.
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Post by Malthazar Nazaryl on Sept 16, 2015 13:51:49 GMT -5
Ilvar comes closer to admire the dragon, recalling what his companion Amelia had said in their first encounter. Dragons were real.
Dragons. Were. Real.
And it was gorgeous, consuming the dead with such vigor, ruling its perch. Did it see the world as the Others saw men? Lesser supplicants, offering its flesh to be transformed... into what? Ash? There was a certain poetry in that, a certain bliss denied the wights. And it was not the cold that attracted Ilvar to the Great Old Ones. It was the greater truths about life and death. The great ring on which the world traverses, turning summer into winter and day into night. And what use were crows or wolves to the Great Other? What value did Ilvar have in the war against the Red Lord who dwelt across the sea?
What was that silly Southern expression...? About to fight against fire...? Ah yes... It was a good saying, and the last thought passing through Ilvar's human skull as he left it behind.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 16, 2015 13:54:54 GMT -5
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Drogon seems annoyed, and Ilvar feels its uncomfortableness in the cold, and its desire for more and more and more bodies, and also that some sort of gravity is pulling its small mind towards the ice fields. Towards something warm...but he cannot wrest control of the beast, not yet.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 16, 2015 13:58:53 GMT -5
"Apparently," Vhagus said. "It seems these creatures would be dead had he succeeded, no?" The tunnel ends after a hundred meters, in a strange room. Fungus glows bluish on the walls, and some weird but definitely human statues can be seen circling the chamber. They are of the Seven and weirwoods and strange but nameless forgotten gods.
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