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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 28, 2012 12:24:13 GMT -5
(Ruins RP may continue until Thursday)
Two weeks after the death of Cassadar, the North's primary host, Everett Blackwood commanding, returns from Riverrun. With the return of the eight thousand men, construction begins anew. At Lord Leon Frey's suggestion, all the villagers around the God's Eye now homeless are offered new housing in the capital, free of taxation for two years.
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Nov 28, 2012 16:00:24 GMT -5
Ser Titus walked about the devastated area, whistling a cheery tune and gnawing an over ripe pear. Ser Zebby followed at his heels. There were many disgusting things strewn about, though most of the bodies had already been removed, there were still enough steaming piles of rancid shit to keep the mutt fully entertained. Titus didn't honestly know shit about masonry, but if what he knew of shipboard repairs translated to the ground, which he imagined they would, he was ready to lend a hand with whatever timber work might be going on. He'd already spotted two men attempting to heft a heavy beam, to which he instructed them to put their backs into, with strong lurching movements. One of them was a little bitch and crumpled to the ground in pain, so Titus was forced to lift it himself.
So here he was, walking gingerly on account of his now aching back through the town surveying the work and hoping to find someone to talk to, so as not to look like a shirker.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 28, 2012 17:42:10 GMT -5
Naturally, the streets are nearly devoid of anyone save soldiers, but he recognizes a few Valemen. The women are all in the castle, helping tidy it up, and smallfolk are slowly migrating to the area in an effort to stave off both starvation and the cold.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 29, 2012 10:08:18 GMT -5
Prince Benjen Stark makes his way to the construction site, intending to find the overseers.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 29, 2012 11:19:26 GMT -5
They aren't hard to find, directing troops in their tasks. The head of the project for now is Lord Everett, though Lord Rickon's grandson Gerold is expected son from Winterfell. Gerold had been the mastermind behind the expansion of Winterfell and his expertise in construction is legendary. The supervisor of the day is Donnyld of Saltpans, who bows to the prince when he sees him. "My prince," he says by way of greeting.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 29, 2012 12:50:44 GMT -5
"Master Donnyld, how is the reconstruction going?" Benjen asked, nodding to the man before taking a look around. "Any estimations when you'll be done?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 29, 2012 12:52:49 GMT -5
"Months?" he says. "It's all a guess at this point, my prince. The damage was near total. We can rebuild the castle walls in two months or so, and enough housing for half the city's former population in two more, I'd say. Depends on if you wish for stone or wood."
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Post by Marlow on Nov 29, 2012 13:18:34 GMT -5
Jason was looking around for anything he thought he could help with, without being a hindrance. Knowing little of construction except how to repair a broken mill or cart, he made his way to the supervisors. When he saw the prince there, he waited a bit back, waiting for them to finish talking.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 29, 2012 13:32:23 GMT -5
"Stone," Benjen said with a firm nod. "I want it bigger too, perhaps even to rival Lannisport." He thought a moment. "I have some plans to open up the Red Fork where it meets Lord Harroway's and making it lead to the God's Eye. Open up the rivers more to increase trade with Eddard's Rest."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 29, 2012 13:35:56 GMT -5
Donnyld nods. "Stone it will be, my prince." There's no shortage of it, at least; the cliffs around the God's Eye are lined with good building stone.
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Post by Raven Umber on Nov 29, 2012 18:24:49 GMT -5
Raven walked from the entrance of the barracks, dressed in woolen pants and a thick overshirt.
She watched the men working as she sat on a bench. Taking in the view of the destruction, she sighed.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 29, 2012 18:29:26 GMT -5
A man in a brown cloak sits next to her. He is eating an apple, which is odd, given the late season. In his hand is a steaming mug of cider.
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Post by Raven Umber on Nov 29, 2012 18:34:09 GMT -5
Deep in her thought, the apple crunch and smell of the cider made her look over at the man. She didn't even notice him before that.
"Hello...."She then began watching the construction again.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 29, 2012 18:38:30 GMT -5
"My lady Raven, how nice to make your acquaintance," the man says. "I'm Malryas Bolton. You seem rather bored."
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Post by Raven Umber on Nov 29, 2012 18:45:22 GMT -5
She smiled to herself,"I am not really bored, Lord Bolton." Raven then looked at him, grinning,"and neither am I a Lady, but I thank you for the compliment."
She then paused and looked at him confused,"How do you know me?"
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