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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 5, 2012 16:30:31 GMT -5
Over three thousand men form Prince Benjen's part of the Northern host.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 6, 2012 20:28:38 GMT -5
Prince Benjen lead from the front, a circle of guards around him. They disembarked the ships and swiftly began their march towards the city, while the ships carrying Ser Rycherd's force continued on to Cass Keep.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 7, 2012 19:57:22 GMT -5
The town is fortified, but silent. A gray haze as though from smoke hangs over the quiet, narrow streets. Although not particularly large, the fog is dense enough to prevent seeing around even the small town. The men look suspiciously at it, as the day is cold but sunny and clear.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 7, 2012 19:59:31 GMT -5
Benjen frowned when he saw the low hanging fog. "I don't like this," He said to Corbray. "Scouts! I want two small forces of twenty men each to go in there and see what this fog is about!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 7, 2012 20:06:07 GMT -5
Uncharacteristically of his usually high-morale men, this idea does not merit any enthusiasm whatsoever. Forty men assemble in the front of the host, and head into the town. After five or six minutes, they come fleeing out headlong. "Prince Benjen...they have monsters! All the townspeople are gone or dead."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 7, 2012 20:08:58 GMT -5
"Damn; they'll be the creations of that witch," Benjen growled quietly. "What sort of monsters? Could you get a clear look at them?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 7, 2012 20:12:50 GMT -5
"No desire to, my prince. Some had many arms...the mist smells horrible, like death and fear and torment. We think she...killed everyone in the town to power her spell."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 7, 2012 20:33:34 GMT -5
The Prince nodded stiffly. "Archers! I want flame arrows raining down on that place until you run out, understood?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 7, 2012 20:57:59 GMT -5
Flaming arrows pierce the air, and as they enter the fog, they seem to sputter out. "My prince...it's too wet in there."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 7, 2012 21:02:19 GMT -5
Benjen sighed and raised his hand to stop the flight of arrows. "I want the front row to raise their shields; second line, have your spears ready! We're not going to charge into that place blind. I want an marching tempo!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 7, 2012 21:16:07 GMT -5
The lines form up. From the fog comes a solitary figure, a young, pretty, but cold looking young woman. She eyes the army with disdain. "Prince Benjen!" she yells, her voice much louder than it should be. "You are not welcome here."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 7, 2012 21:24:04 GMT -5
"Too bad, witch!" Benjen shouts back. "Because we are here to destroy the evil that you have brought upon these lands! You and Draven and Cassadar will soon lie dead on the ground!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 7, 2012 21:45:38 GMT -5
"Cassadar?" she says with a giggle. "He said he had to go west to deliver a present for you. But, please, wipe your feet before coming in."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 7, 2012 21:48:47 GMT -5
That bastard! Benjen clenches his teeth. "I'm done with words!" He called back, raising his hand and giving the command to march on the city.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 7, 2012 21:51:36 GMT -5
The men march slowly, advancing to the foggy streets. The smell is awful, and sounds of fearful crying can be heard from some of the houses. Lumbering figures patrol the streets, and ahead, at the edge of vision, a battle line of warriors can be seen.
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