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Post by oznerol on Aug 9, 2020 16:29:32 GMT -5
”To fight the White Walkers, and whatever else is left Beyond the Wall. We live in strange times, with Wildlings now living among us.” Gruffly replied the Lord of Karhold, apparently with little malice. Harrion had made his bones killing those wildlings that dared threaten Karstark lands, having spent more than one summer hunting raiders in the Gift with the Umbers. The first man he killed had been a deserter that came back across the Bridge of Skulls with a few new friends. Eagerly they went inside Winterfell’s halls to partake in the guest right, a custom the Northmen held ever more dear since Lord Walder’s betrayal at the Twins. ”If it is my lords command, I will follow him to fight, whatever the enemy is. Dead or alive.” Harrion said, between mouthfuls of bread. He washed it down with a horn of black ale. ”But we should trust in the Wall and the Watch. Neither have fallen for a thousand years, not even to your King Mance and his giants.” Even in Maidenpool, Harrion had heard the stories of the vast army that had laid siege to the Wall, of giants riding mammoths and wargs leading birds and beasts into the fray. To his surprise, most of it appeared to be true. Said Val. "I've seen the blue eyes, burning like ice. Only thing that has ever frightened me. I lost a brother to them, I had to put him down myself"She added, looking to a side, a hand over her swolled belly. She hoped her babe would see spring. "My brother defended the Wall! You knew that? Even if he was surrounded by many many wildlings and he killed..."He looks at Val. "It's an old thing. We're friends with the wildlings now. Osha is good, you know her? She's always been my friend"
The spearwive now wore good leather and always stood in Rickon's proximity, the oddest motherly figure one could fathom, along Val, who had taken a liking for the child. "It'll soon be the time to fight the Undead, I'm afraid. And Jon will gladly have you"
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Post by Gandalf on Aug 9, 2020 17:13:49 GMT -5
”When the dead come knocking, you find yourself with queer bedfellows. I hear you spent time on Skagos, lad. I am surprised they did not eat you.” Karstark chuckled crudely, paying the beriefest of glances to the wildling woman that stood by his side. He knew a hundred of her type, and had killed even more. He’d even lain with one, many moons ago, a captured spearwife that chose to spread her legs for the Men of the Watch in Mole’s Town. Wild Wendy, they called her. ”Stranger than the Wildlings, they are. Did you see any unicorns?”
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Post by oznerol on Aug 9, 2020 17:30:30 GMT -5
”When the dead come knocking, you find yourself with queer bedfellows. I hear you spent time on Skagos, lad. I am surprised they did not eat you.” Karstark chuckled crudely, paying the beriefest of glances to the wildling woman that stood by his side. He knew a hundred of her type, and had killed even more. He’d even lain with one, many moons ago, a captured spearwife that chose to spread her legs for the Men of the Watch in Mole’s Town. Wild Wendy, they called her. ”Stranger than the Wildlings, they are. Did you see any unicorns?”
Said Rickon. "It was just a sad, bad place. I missed home. But the Onion Knight came for me!"He looked excited.
"I rode one! They're all furry and large and have a large horn and and and...! I have two!"The bright eyed child chuckled. "A score of Skagosi came with Rickon. They came with some unicorns, as you might call them, both are in the stables, if you care to look"
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Post by Gandalf on Aug 9, 2020 18:11:19 GMT -5
“What next, mammoths? Now that would make a fine mount.” Harrion tried to envisage himself riding one of the creatures, but he had not even seen one with his own eyes. Apparently a few were now roaming the Gift, courtesy of the Giants that now made it their home. ”When I was a lad, I’d never thought I’d even see a Direwolf. Now I’ve seen three, and soon a unicorn and mammoth besides.” Grey Wind had been a fine beast, a king among wolves. Ghost was a red eyed demon in fur, the quickest thing he’d ever seen. Rickon had his own wolf, black as pitch and half mad, from what he had witnessed thus far of the prowling beast.
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