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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 19, 2012 15:55:19 GMT -5
While the God's Eye is a lake, its size and strategic significance ensures the north keeps a very modest flotilla on it, mostly to catch poachers and such. The northmen assemble on the small docks near the few real sailing ships.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Nov 19, 2012 16:03:51 GMT -5
The Crowl stands near the edge of the docks watching the rest of the crew assemble for the trek over to the island.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Nov 19, 2012 16:33:56 GMT -5
Uhtred oversees the preparations on the boat. It was not new by any short stretch of time, but it would serve. It would be a while before his ships would come by way of Blackwater, and Uhtred hoped the whole sorry business would be over with before his men arrived. He brooded over the Iron Kings summons.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 19, 2012 17:02:58 GMT -5
Benjen strode to the rowing boat he, Titus and Crowl would take to the island. "Wait until one bell before nightfall before following us," He said to the others, settling into the boat and manning one of the oars. "Take it in turn, friends!"
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Nov 19, 2012 17:05:21 GMT -5
Crowl takes the other oar and starts to row matching his rowing with that of Benjens.
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Nov 19, 2012 17:16:15 GMT -5
Titus began whistling a little tune as he pulled his oar. "I hope to holy hell you know what you're doing, Benjen."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 19, 2012 17:17:21 GMT -5
"Mostly I do," Benjen said, giving a small chuckle. "Though I don't hold to any illusions that we are completely able to outwit Cassadar."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2012 17:22:59 GMT -5
Lucas watched from the Quarterdeck of one of the ships. His hand kept finding his way back to his sword, waiting for the time when they took up oars.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 19, 2012 17:41:10 GMT -5
Kalvin Stark and the others nod. The three men set off, a strong wind helping their rowing immensely. It's still quite a journey, though, and they don't reach the island for several hours.
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Nov 19, 2012 17:44:02 GMT -5
"Didn't come along for nothing," Titus said, dryly. "Shall we spread out a bit?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 19, 2012 19:29:49 GMT -5
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Two hours later, Kalvin looks around. "We're not ACTUALLY going to wait until nightfall, right?"
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Post by Lord Rykker on Nov 19, 2012 19:34:06 GMT -5
Uhtred glances up. "Not in me to disobey orders milord." He goes back to sharpening his axe. "Course, if someone would give me new orders..."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 24, 2012 1:43:58 GMT -5
"Sounds good. Let's set up and go," Kalvin says. "We'll never find them if we wait too long."
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Post by Lord Rykker on Nov 24, 2012 20:46:05 GMT -5
Uhtred boards the small cutter waiting for them, directing the few men-at-arms accompanying them to get to the oars.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 25, 2012 14:25:53 GMT -5
The ship travels to the island, and it's only a few creepy, red sap filled hours before they catch up to the trio...well, more like group.
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