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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 25, 2012 1:29:05 GMT -5
A holdfast housing a force of clansmen raiders.
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Karyl Crowl
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Oct 25, 2012 2:15:02 GMT -5
Karyl Crowl and his group of warriors make there way to the northern side of the river, to try and swim there way down stream into the castle.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 25, 2012 2:18:42 GMT -5
The water is freezing cold, and the current sweeps them into the holdfast soon enough as the daylight fades. They see the walls are run down and the gate is rusted to the point of uselessness. The clansmen they see are huddled about fires or laughing and dancing.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Oct 25, 2012 2:30:39 GMT -5
Karyl watches for a place for him and his men to climb there way onto solid ground without being noticed trying to fight the current enough to not be swept out the other side of the castle.
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Oct 25, 2012 16:48:18 GMT -5
Titus braces himself against a rock, fighting the current, his air exposed skin feeling as though it might turn to blocks of ice. He looked about, for Crowl and the others as well as for evidence that the clansman were prepared for a fight.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 25, 2012 17:04:00 GMT -5
Outside the fortress Prince Benjen's troops slowly began to approach, placing their main attack force of attack facing the gate, while two other wings were position on the walls left and right of it.
Benjen, standing at the head of the main column, had given the command to charge as soon as the gate opened.
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Oct 25, 2012 23:18:40 GMT -5
Ser Titus crept ashore, careful to stay low and in the shadows. Each drop of water that fell from his body sounded of war drums in his ears, but he pushed on, ever so slowly, feeling as if each step would likely be his last, he made his way towards the old wrought iron gate.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2012 0:11:02 GMT -5
In the normal confusion of a disorganized camp, they have little trouble getting to the gate. The few guards scream and make a fuss, but seeing the numbers they run instead, gathering reinforcements. Opening the rusted gate is more difficult than simply bashing it in.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Oct 26, 2012 0:14:43 GMT -5
Crowl gets his men to start trying to raise the gate while he forms his other soldiers into a defensive position around the group trying to raise the bridge. He looks around trying to find a guardhouse close by that they could fall back to incase things got out of hand.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2012 11:02:15 GMT -5
Falling back in the decripit fort is little option, but as Prince Benjen's army moves, the gate shatters under a few well-placed punches.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 26, 2012 11:18:43 GMT -5
Seeing the gate open, Benjen gives the order to charge. The frontal force will attack first while the two wings will hold the rear should anything happen, slowly funneling into the keep should their support be necessary.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 26, 2012 12:06:18 GMT -5
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When the battle was done Benjen threw off his helmet and sat down on a nearby rock, catching his breath. His wound hadn't started to hurt yet but he knew any moment soon that it would.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2012 12:28:34 GMT -5
It hurts very shortly, like nothing he's felt. Every breath is agony, and he feels the pain in his cracked ribs with every beat of his heart. The wounded but silent Gerald Bolton is next to him, and the captured chieftain of the raiders is brought before him, an older, strong-featured man.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 26, 2012 12:31:33 GMT -5
Benjen gave Bolton a thankful look before slowly managing to stand. Time to put his brave face on in front of the chieftain.
"You fought well, and I respect that," He said to the man, knowing that honouring your enemy was important. "Tell me what you know of Draven."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2012 12:39:20 GMT -5
The chieftain is bleeding from a few wounds received in the rout, and hears the screams and cries of his people being finished off or chained. "He will be your end, wolf. The one who nearly killed you was his herald to us. He is the deliverer of the clans, he will bring us freedom from the boot you keep on our necks!"
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