Post by Gandalf on Aug 25, 2020 9:29:39 GMT -5
The lands Beyond the Wall are lost. Dead things now climb the Frostfangs and roam the Haunted Forest, man and beast alike burning with the blue eyes of death and a hatred for all things that live. Those that survive hide deep beneath the earth or up in the skies, the beasts and birds escaping the long arm of winter with a cunning that mere men do not posses. Demons of ice and snow lead legions of death atop frostbitten spiders and steeds of rotten flesh. They march upon the Wall as Mance Rayder once did, the rangers brave enough to risk their souls reporting of armies gathering in the east and west. Dead things float from Hardhome to Eastwatch as ghostly sails are spotted north of the Bay of Seals, and wights gather across from Westwatch at the Bridge of Skulls. Beneath the Wall itself, a line of dead stand amidst the trees after nightfall. They watch and wait. Something keeps the dead at bay, and while the Watch stays true the Wall will not fall... But now the new sworn brothers have seen the true face of the enemy, their bravery is not so certain. Veterans of a hundred campaigns balk and weep at the notion of the dead rising again. Desertion and mutiny are whispered through the ranks as old comrades plot in the darkness. It falls to the new Lord Commander, whoever he might be, to ensure that he will not be the last to bear his title.
(This will be continued as events at the Wall unfold. For now I think we have some catching up to do with choosing the new Lord Commander.)