Karyl Crowl
Prince
Proud Proprietor of Crowl's Crossbone Construction Company
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Oct 26, 2012 14:17:58 GMT -5
"No, But if that was his Herald then I cannot wait to see what this Draven will be like on the field of battle. And I am going to try and punch him straight in the eye." The Crowl says beaming showing his yellow teeth, suddenly in a much better mood.
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Oct 26, 2012 14:19:36 GMT -5
Titus chuckled at the Crowls fortitude. "Women might talk," Titus said slowly, "them being more weak of mind and in tune to gossip. No doubt many a savage woman would like nothing more than a good fucking from their mighty liberator. Somebody must know where he can be found, or at least what patterns he keeps. Everyone has a pattern," he said, quietly, "that's a fact, and somebody must know his."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 26, 2012 14:22:59 GMT -5
The Prince nodded. "A good suggestion, Ser Titus. Make the round with a few men and ask some questions of the women. Crowl, I leave you to mount the head."
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Oct 26, 2012 14:25:56 GMT -5
"Aye, my Prince," Titus said with a curt nod before spinning on his heel and heading off to look for captured women.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2012 14:29:09 GMT -5
There are a good number of them that Ser Titus finds, old and young and pretty-ish and ones even Crowl might not like.
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Karyl Crowl
Prince
Proud Proprietor of Crowl's Crossbone Construction Company
Posts: 1,022
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Oct 26, 2012 14:32:43 GMT -5
Crowl grabs the head by the hair and starts dragging the body towards the staircase to take the once Chieftain up onto the walls, he stops on his way over to pick up a discarded axe and flinging it over his shoulder continues his way up to the top of the walls. Once there he fully decapitates the head and shaves it down on the spike above the gates, Once that was finished he continues to tear the limbs from the mans body and shoves his arms down on the adjacent spikes as if the man was waving. Crowl steps back at this point and smiling to himself broadly decides that was enough.
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Oct 26, 2012 14:35:18 GMT -5
Titus focuses on the young and prett-ish ones. "You're not hurt, I pray," he said in his kindest voice. "What is your name, girl? You can call me Titus."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2012 14:39:22 GMT -5
The girl is perhaps sixteen, with dirty blond hair. She stares up at him with huge scared eyes. "Muh-Miranda. Pul..please don't...take me like them...please."
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Oct 26, 2012 14:54:49 GMT -5
"Shh, Miranda," he said, taking her hand. "Nobody is going to be hurt, child, I just need to ask you a few questions. What do you know of the man they call Draven? Don't lie to me, I warn you, you do not want to hold anything," he smiled.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2012 15:05:43 GMT -5
"Dr...Draven? He's very big and strong and...well...chieftain-like. They call him the king...the tribes that follow him." Her hand would shiver right out of his if he didn't hold it. "He's...not from around the Vale, or the Mountains of the Moon."
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Oct 26, 2012 15:14:58 GMT -5
Titus smiled, "You're a very pretty girl, you know that? I'd be half inclined to bring you back to Gulltown and buy you pretty dresses and lemon cakes. Where is he from? There must be some rumors about, at least, you're a smart girl, aren't you?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2012 15:20:19 GMT -5
She keeps shivering, as around the usual unhappy sounds of slaughter and rapine and looting continues. "What's a lemon?" She looks down.
"Some people said he's from Beyond the Wall...but I don't believe it. Every now and again we trade stuff via ships with Hardhome, and they don't have any more real steel than we do. His whole..army has it. Some even have armor...plate armor, not the rusty chain my father had. And gold, and silver."
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Oct 26, 2012 15:34:10 GMT -5
"Do they come about regularly? His men?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2012 15:36:39 GMT -5
"We were fleeing them, that's why we came raiding so close to the Vale. The Great Bear didn't want to bend to them...but they are not taking no for an answer any longer." She shudders. "He has a woman, too...who is worse than him. Most of the girls they take go to her."
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Oct 26, 2012 15:40:41 GMT -5
Titus was confused. "A witch, you mean? What does she do with the girls?"
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