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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 2, 2016 14:25:05 GMT -5
The men nod. Harwyn's crew heads south. They cross, after half a mile or so, a large hill, maybe two hundred feet high, and from their new vantage they see a proper city in the distance. Eerily, there's no smoke from forges or anything of the sort going on, and the birds and monkeys and crickets continue their neverending racket.
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Post by Marlow on Mar 2, 2016 15:07:34 GMT -5
Studying the city in the distance, Harwyn turns to his first mate. "What kind of city is silent at midday? This entire continent feels like a bad idea."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 2, 2016 18:01:50 GMT -5
"A necropolis," the man said. "I've heard they litter this continent. Man once ruled here. Now nothing does."
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Post by Marlow on Mar 2, 2016 18:13:08 GMT -5
"We'll search through the city and see what remains. If anything moves that doesn't look human, kill it." Harwyn sets off towards the city once again, being cautious for once.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 3, 2016 15:46:52 GMT -5
The Ironborn move through the jungle, and they come to the city by evening. It is silent and still, and only monkeys and the like move through the abandoned necropolis.
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Post by Marlow on Mar 4, 2016 11:52:19 GMT -5
Harwyn splits his men up to thoroughly search the city, taking his first mate and another from his crew as they head for the largest building, assuming it would have been the old command center. "Assuming nothing jumps out to kill us, we'll be staying here through the night before returning to the village."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 4, 2016 12:09:41 GMT -5
The largest building looks like an old temple of some sort, some stain glass even remains behind. The men don't seem over excited about spending the night in the dead city. They fortify their houses s they prepare to camp.
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Post by Marlow on Mar 4, 2016 12:35:15 GMT -5
Pretty sure that this can't go wrong, Harwyn explores the strange temple, lighting a torch as he looks around.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 4, 2016 12:59:19 GMT -5
The old place of worship s decayed and overrun with spiders, but Harwyn sees no sign of unnatural behavior. The words on the altar are even in Westerosi. Apparently some miners or some such had tried to settle here however many ages ago, but you never leave Sothoryos alive.
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Post by Marlow on Mar 4, 2016 13:04:16 GMT -5
Satisfied that there shouldn't be any surprises coming from the temple tonight, Harwyn settles down to rest before the journey the next day.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 4, 2016 14:03:08 GMT -5
Harwyn is awoken by his men. "Men are approaching," one whispers. "Hundreds of them. They got weapons too."
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Post by Marlow on Mar 4, 2016 14:19:56 GMT -5
Harwyn swears as he gets up, quickly organizing his men as he moves out into the city. "If it comes to battle, hold and fortify the temple. We will show them what the Islands have to offer."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 4, 2016 14:27:17 GMT -5
The men form up and the darkness is suffocating. Harwyn sees men in the distance, in strange leathery armor and with obsidian and stone weapons, but he hears drums playing. Loud, pounding, horrible drums. Then the chanting starts.
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Post by Marlow on Mar 4, 2016 14:33:15 GMT -5
It vaguely occurred to Harwyn that they might view this as a religious site, which they now trespassed on. The bright side to Harwyn was that, seeing their armor, any battle they came to should be easy for his men.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 4, 2016 14:38:16 GMT -5
That thought lasts a fair amount of time. The natives seem reluctant to enter the city. They are ringing around it though. There seem to be quite a few of them.
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