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Post by FieldMarshal Bismarck on Jul 28, 2020 16:04:39 GMT -5
Rickon exhaled and the warmth of his breath brought smoke out of his nose. "Forgotten by some, forgiven by none" Umber snarked back before he went to search for the wildling scum that could help him on his way. Snow turned to one of the Harle twins once the Umber left. "Have him followed. Restrain him if he does something wrong, but don't harm the man. And be subtle"He said. Then turned, followed by his direwolf, to discuss important matters with Mallister and others. It didn't take long for the Umber boy to notice and confront his ugly, wildling scum of a shadow.
"Here to stop me you piece of shit?"
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Post by oznerol on Jul 29, 2020 2:51:50 GMT -5
Snow turned to one of the Harle twins once the Umber left. "Have him followed. Restrain him if he does something wrong, but don't harm the man. And be subtle"He said. Then turned, followed by his direwolf, to discuss important matters with Mallister and others. It didn't take long for the Umber boy to notice and confront his ugly, wildling scum of a shadow.
"Here to stop me you piece of shit?"
The wildling party, members of Snow's honor guard, don't speak, they just watch from the distance.
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Post by FieldMarshal Bismarck on Jul 29, 2020 13:08:27 GMT -5
Rickon draws his sword, awaiting the wildling move.
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Post by oznerol on Jul 29, 2020 14:17:40 GMT -5
Rickon draws his sword, awaiting the wildling move. They just stare from the distance. One of them yawns. Another starts taking a pee against a tree. "Ye, the tall one, you can get to yer bussiness, we're here just to make sure no-one's hurt"Yelled one.
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 29, 2020 16:03:04 GMT -5
”I trust more in honest eyes and honest men than the words of maesters,” Osgrey quietly admitted, clutching tightly at the hilt of his sword, ”The Others, you say. And this was no trick, no ruse of the Wildlings to let them pass?”
He wanted to disbelieve it, but he found that he could not. A sudden gale blew through from the outside, more bitter and terrible than even the worst of the northern winds. The Reachman shivered.
”So. We defend against the dead, who cannot be killed. Is there hope, or do we simply die with sword in hand so that our kin might live?”
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jul 29, 2020 18:16:20 GMT -5
”I trust more in honest eyes and honest men than the words of maesters,” Osgrey quietly admitted, clutching tightly at the hilt of his sword, ”The Others, you say. And this was no trick, no ruse of the Wildlings to let them pass?”He wanted to disbelieve it, but he found that he could not. A sudden gale blew through from the outside, more bitter and terrible than even the worst of the northern winds. The Reachman shivered. ”So. We defend against the dead, who cannot be killed. Is there hope, or do we simply die with sword in hand so that our kin might live?” Denys points to the Wall above them. You may get a chance to see their blue eyes gazing back at us... we even hear them screeching and calling in the night.Mallister shivered, not from the cold, but recalling the image of the undead that were at the commander of the White Walkers. This is dark sorcery, Osgrey. Too cunning a plot for the Wildlings to conceive. Those bastards kill anyone alive, no matter who they are.At the mention of hope, he motions to the two to follow him. They head into another building where weapons were made. Inside, they found some crates being brought in and unloaded. The contents of which revealed to be a sort of black glass. Denys picks one of them up and shows it to Osgrey and Tarly. Dragonglass. Jon found it effectively against them. The King has ordered it to be mined from Dragonstone and supply us.It glimmers near the fires of the furnaces. Best means against these undead and their cold god masters.
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Post by AxBrew Sunster on Jul 30, 2020 5:55:48 GMT -5
There was a flicker of something that crossed Randyll's face when he, in turn, thought of the name "Sam the Slayer," but it vanished quickly, such that even if an observer knew what crossed his mind, they would likely not even be able to say whether he knew the identity of that Maester. He did, of course, though publicly he had ceased even acknowledging the boy's existence, and wouldn't stand for the name to be spoken in front of him, his pride would not allow him to completely ignore him. He had to know what he had done wrong, had to hope that a son of his loins could somehow prove himself after all. Thus, he had one of the Night's Watch veterans, a man who had been caught hunting in the woods around Horn Hill and thus owed Randyll for his life, write back with reports. The initial news had been discouraging, but he had heard of the event that saw his boy dubbed "the Slayer." His face remained grim as Mallister spoke.
"As with Osgrey, I trust your word. I had already heard it enough from the men to suspect it was more than just a rumor, but I supposed it best to ask for your confirmation regardless. Dead or living, I've taken an oath now, and I intend to fulfill it. And for whatever it might be worth, in my old age, I suppose I would rather die fighting creatures of legend. Had I stayed in the South I would have been just as likely to die in my bed as spit on the lance of a fellow Reachman, the way things were looking there."
He nodded a somber agreement to Osgrey's words, and then again to Mallister's response. As had crossed his mind already today, it was an new sort of tactics he was presented with, this matter of killing those that were already dead.
"Indeed, we had heard some rumors about that. It is perhaps for the best of the realm that it is Stannis who now sits the throne, since he seems aware of this threat, and willing to provide for the watchers on the wall. It will be strange not to fight with a blade in hand though - I can't imagine that dragonglass can be shaped into full swords."
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 30, 2020 16:19:10 GMT -5
”I will trust in cold steel and fire.” Osgrey gave a humourless laugh as he peered sceptically at the obsidian trinkets that would supposedly seal their salvation. ”By your leave, Ser Denys, I will find five hundred good men and take them westwards on the morrow. I shall ensure none pass the Bridge of Skulls, dead or otherwise.”
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Post by Magnate Lucius on Jul 30, 2020 22:21:10 GMT -5
"As with Osgrey, I trust your word. I had already heard it enough from the men to suspect it was more than just a rumor, but I supposed it best to ask for your confirmation regardless. Dead or living, I've taken an oath now, and I intend to fulfill it. And for whatever it might be worth, in my old age, I suppose I would rather die fighting creatures of legend. Had I stayed in the South I would have been just as likely to die in my bed as spit on the lance of a fellow Reachman, the way things were looking there."He nodded a somber agreement to Osgrey's words, and then again to Mallister's response. As had crossed his mind already today, it was an new sort of tactics he was presented with, this matter of killing those that were already dead. "Indeed, we had heard some rumors about that. It is perhaps for the best of the realm that it is Stannis who now sits the throne, since he seems aware of this threat, and willing to provide for the watchers on the wall. It will be strange not to fight with a blade in hand though - I can't imagine that dragonglass can be shaped into full swords." ”I will trust in cold steel and fire.” Osgrey gave a humourless laugh as he peered sceptically at the obsidian trinkets that would supposedly seal their salvation. ”By your leave, Ser Denys, I will find five hundred good men and take them westwards on the morrow. I shall ensure none pass the Bridge of Skulls, dead or otherwise.” Ser Denys states, recalling what they had learned before he looks at Osgrey. Many here trusted cold steel and fire, Osgrey. Now, over two hundred of our own have joined the ranks of the dead.Mallister wasn't gonna sugarcoat anything nor give the Reachmen false thoughts. He looked between the two. Burning helps. And aim for heads. Ensure large bonfires are made at night... ensures the men have work to do besides standing around.The male says in a grim tone as he sets down the obsidian. He looks between the two of them. He first addresses Osgrey. Four hundred men is what I will give you. I still need to address other manpower issues with what we have here.Denys then nods at Randyll. Three hundred for you to reclaim Rimegate.
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Post by oznerol on Jul 31, 2020 3:21:28 GMT -5
Lord Snow makes sure the sellswords are settled and oaths sworn and has parleys and meetings with the wildling chieftains, one by one, in the castles that they were manning alongside the wall. His direwolf can be seen at night, prowling the forests, hunting and running, silently, like a pale shadow crossing the night. The Warden of the North gathers his honor guard and leaves for the South, to Winterfell, as soon as he's able to, returning to his pregnant wife and his lord. He commands watchtowers to be erected all the way from Castle Black to Winterfell, crude structures of wood, with a large brazier. As he rides South he commands every near village to watch and man the braziers, for which they shall receive grants and mercies. There could be a time where they could be needed, to raise alarm of attacks on the Wall or threats to villages and castles alike. He also establishes a number of outposts, with a couple or thrio of men for each, good riders, to act as go-in-betweens between the Northern keeps, the Wall and Winterfell, in case ravens cannot take flight under heavy blizzard or there're none left.
One morn, before leaving, he summons Osgrey and Tarly, who were among the most powerful Reach lords to have joined the Wall in many ages. His great friend, Samwell, was bound to return soon, having forged links in the Citadel with surprising speed, surprising the maesters for his perseverance. It was but weird to meet with the father that had once abused his own son and forced him to take the black just because he was the least martial of his kindred.
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 31, 2020 4:52:26 GMT -5
Osgrey, who was now the commander of Westwatch and the guardian of the Bridge of Skulls, arrived at Castle Black to meet with Lord Snow. Ser Eustace now had a little more meat on his bones from their last meeting, but nonetheless looked pale and wild, hair and beard grown into a lion’s mane that framed his heart-shaped face. The Reachman had taken to his new duties like a duck to water, filling the void left from his previous life with his vows as a sworn brother. Watches had been established on the Bridge every morning and evening, and as the builders began to make Westwatch habitable again his men forged weapons or trained with them.
”Lord Snow.” Ser Eustace greeted curtly, clad head to foot in blackened furs and dyed wool.
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Post by oznerol on Jul 31, 2020 5:04:31 GMT -5
Osgrey, who was now the commander of Westwatch and the guardian of the Bridge of Skulls, arrived at Castle Black to meet with Lord Snow. Ser Eustace now had a little more meat on his bones from their last meeting, but nonetheless looked pale and wild, hair and beard grown into a lion’s mane that framed his heart-shaped face. The Reachman had taken to his new duties like a duck to water, filling the void left from his previous life with his vows as a sworn brother. Watches had been established on the Bridge every morning and evening, and as the builders began to make Westwatch habitable again his men forged weapons or trained with them. ”Lord Snow.” Ser Eustace greeted curtly, clad head to foot in blackened furs and dyed wool. Said Snow, wearing dark clothes and a woolen cloak. "And you're a lord, noneless.... Coldmoat, if the memory and the maester's lessons haven't faded out. I guess that's why you raised high in so little time, there have been very few knights and lords in the Watch of late"He eyed the Reachman carefully. It seemed that the Warden wanted to get to know the new commanders, sworn and named in the previous weeks. He made a short pause and resumed his speech.
"You fought against the North in the Southron wars, but there will be a battle to come when you shall fight alongside it. I hope you're willing and that you shed and casted aside past loyalties: here there's no family but your black brethren. And the duty towards the realm is real enough, when the Dead come, you'll be the shield of man"
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Post by Gandalf on Jul 31, 2020 11:21:21 GMT -5
”Someone has to command the thieves and rapists.” Osgrey drily replied, idly resting a gloved hand on the pommel of his longsword. Castle forged steel, the finest blade a man could ask for save for Jon’s own, but nonetheless the former Lord of Coldmoat had begun to wear an obsidian dagger on his belt of fine leather. ”I fight because I must. I swore a vow, and it was better than losing my honour and head. If it keeps my son safe from whatever lies Beyond the Wall, I can rest easy.” The Reachman had grown stern of late, good humours tempered by the bitter cold and the harsh realities of living on the very edge of the known world with nought but criminals and savages for company. ”Or perhaps I can get myself killed. I might come back, same as you.” Half a jape, half the truth. Osgrey didn’t know what to believe now, with every truth he had ever known about the world shattered in his first week on the Wall.
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Post by oznerol on Aug 1, 2020 3:03:17 GMT -5
”Someone has to command the thieves and rapists.” Osgrey drily replied, idly resting a gloved hand on the pommel of his longsword. Castle forged steel, the finest blade a man could ask for save for Jon’s own, but nonetheless the former Lord of Coldmoat had begun to wear an obsidian dagger on his belt of fine leather. ”I fight because I must. I swore a vow, and it was better than losing my honour and head. If it keeps my son safe from whatever lies Beyond the Wall, I can rest easy.” The Reachman had grown stern of late, good humours tempered by the bitter cold and the harsh realities of living on the very edge of the known world with nought but criminals and savages for company. ”Or perhaps I can get myself killed. I might come back, same as you.” Half a jape, half the truth. Osgrey didn’t know what to believe now, with every truth he had ever known about the world shattered in his first week on the Wall. He said, equally dry. "You don't want to go beyond, the abyss is dark and... empty. I saw no gods in there, no kindred"Jon had seen through the veil, even as his conciousness clinged to the skin of his direwolf. "So, this world is worth fighting for, so as long we fight for those who cannot do it for themselves. Lose all sense of ego and vanity, ser, let it go. Now you defend the realm of men. Maybe, if we survive the Long Night to come you will be released of your vows, but for now, temper your steel, for they're coming"
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Post by FieldMarshal Bismarck on Aug 2, 2020 15:58:16 GMT -5
Rickon draws his sword, awaiting the wildling move. They just stare from the distance. One of them yawns. Another starts taking a pee against a tree. "Ye, the tall one, you can get to yer bussiness, we're here just to make sure no-one's hurt"Yelled one.
"Fuck off" Rickon barked as he pushed the wildling scum away. With his guard blocking them from following.
He would now search for the people the Crow had said who might know someone. Starting with Giantsbane.
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