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Post by Kurts on Mar 25, 2015 15:55:43 GMT -5
Oriax peers through the fog to try and make out what it was, black eyes accustomed to making due with little light in the Shadow.
(Observation 50)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 25, 2015 15:57:58 GMT -5
He sees a humanoid that must be twelve feet tall. The rangers are largely ignoring it. It is woolly and more beastlike than man.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 25, 2015 16:01:48 GMT -5
"How about that, Nyles?" he prods the sellsword, assuming there is nothing to worry about if the rangers are relaxed. "Should impress all the Lyseni girls when you tell them of the time you saw a giant."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 25, 2015 16:03:21 GMT -5
"That is better," he allows. "Maybe I'll put a saddle on it and have it carry me around." The giant moves slowly away from them. One of the rangers lifts a hand.
"Savinia's crew, left not long ago."
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Post by Kurts on Mar 25, 2015 16:18:45 GMT -5
"An impressive specimen." Oriax remarked, wondering how much blood he could siphon from the beast and how large its heart was. "Though why is it the first thing people west of Asshai think when they see something larger than they are, is to ride it?"
"How much further to the Four Theos?" he asked the rangers.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 26, 2015 10:06:04 GMT -5
"Clearly people in Asshai have no fun," Nyles quips back. The rangers laugh.
"Not far enough. You're going to just...love the Four Theos," the rangers say.
"You."
"Will."
"Just."
"Love."
"Them." Each takes a turn repeating a word.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 26, 2015 13:13:39 GMT -5
"That remains to be seen." Oriax replied evenly, as if nothing was out of the ordinary, as he glanced to Nyles and Stew. "Though I am sure they are gracious hosts."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 26, 2015 14:47:39 GMT -5
"And I am sure my mother is the Queen of Westeros," Nyles said sarcastically. The rangers are all chuckling.
"They are gracious enough, sorcerer. But they take some getting used to."
The next day they see the homestead. Smoke is coming through the chimney. No one is outside. The rangers head to the door and knock.
"Who?"
"Is?
"It?" Three separate voices answer, one word at a time.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 26, 2015 15:48:15 GMT -5
"A traveler who has ventured far in hopes of acquiring an escort to Hardhome." Oriax replied, unfazed by the odd manner of speaking of those behind the door. It was low on the list of abnormal things the sorcerer had witnessed.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 27, 2015 10:44:07 GMT -5
"The." "Queen." "Will." "Not." "Be." "Pleased." they say in cadence. The rangers shrug and go forth to get some drinks and sit at the fire. "What" "Is" "Your" "Business?"
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Post by Kurts on Mar 27, 2015 16:04:12 GMT -5
"I have felt the Others rising and believe I am in a unique position to provide aid you your queen." Oriax answered through the closed door.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 27, 2015 22:22:46 GMT -5
"Savinia." "Is" "The" "One" "Then" "You" "Must" "Speak" "To". The door opens and the four men stand aside. "Warm" "Up".
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Post by Kurts on Mar 28, 2015 13:54:15 GMT -5
Oriax stepped across the threshold, inspecting the four strange Wildings. He dusted the snow off his shoulders and took what comfort he could in the warmth of their home.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 28, 2015 14:17:15 GMT -5
The four look almost exactly identical. The only real difference is their hair. One is red haired, one black, one brown, and one bald. Nyles just shakes his head. "How much more fun can this possibly get?"
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Post by Kurts on Mar 28, 2015 14:31:09 GMT -5
"I did tell you they would be gracious hosts." Oriax said to Nyles, removing a pouch of gold and placing it upon the table as offered payment for the service of the Four Theos. Even as he said the words of praise, he was keenly aware of the weight of the long dagger up the sleeves of his robe.
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