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Post by theother on Oct 20, 2007 5:30:02 GMT -5
The tower summit was empty, except for the flagpole and it's pennant. Close up, the sargeant can tell that it was not dark in colour, merely dirty and worn with age.
It is mainly off-white, now turning yellow with a hand symbol in it's middle.
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Waymar continues through the forest, following the tracks. He is getting the uncomfortable feeling he is being watched but he sees no-one.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Oct 20, 2007 5:41:05 GMT -5
The sergent studied the cloth, unsure of what to make of the symbol, having been borne among the smallfolk had ensured his forgivable ignorance of heraldy, but then one of his men spoke up. "That be that flag of the Gardening kings, before the dragons came along." The man pulled a coin on a chain out, it had the golden hand of the Gardners on it. "Me pa told me so when he gave this to me, it's been in my family fer ages."
The sergant nodded, and folded up the flag and stuffed it into his steel breastplate. "Alright, lets go see if we can find the lord's room. And then we'll try to find the others."
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Post by theother on Oct 20, 2007 5:46:35 GMT -5
After about 20 minutes of looking, and finding several dozen more skeletons in various states, the sargeant stumbled across what he considered to be the lords room.
There were several faded flags on the walls, and papers scattered across the desk
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Post by Percy Rivers on Oct 20, 2007 5:49:40 GMT -5
The sergent tried to ignore the dead body on the bed, and instead picked up the nearest letter. It was troubling, seeing all this. Though the inhabitants of the castle were long dead, it couldn't have been that long ago that they were still alive, labouring under the long false belief that House Gardner still gave birth to the kings of the Reach.
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Post by theother on Oct 20, 2007 5:56:31 GMT -5
The letter was a page of the lord's journal. It was written in a shaky and archaic version of the Common Tongue not spoken in Westeros in generations, which the sargeant had trouble reading. He picked out a word or two....plague....death.....insane and...eat.
It continued but the sargeant could not find the other pages on the table
The sargeant noticed one of the papers on the table was a map. It showed the continent of Westeros, although it called many places by archaic names. It showed nothing to the east.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Oct 20, 2007 12:54:17 GMT -5
The sergent gathered up as many letters as he could, the maester would want to see them. "Alright lads, lets head back to the ship. Lets leave this place to the dead."
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Post by theother on Oct 20, 2007 12:57:46 GMT -5
As the sargeant and his men neared the ship, a loud scream was heard from the forest which was suddenly cut off.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Oct 20, 2007 13:25:40 GMT -5
"Form spear wall on the double!" The sergent instinctively shouted. At a moments glance the marines had formed an impenetrible wall of steel. They waited, unmoving. "Back up to the boats." The sergent said, and the men started backpedaling to the waiting rowboats, their halberds still pointed towards the forest.
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Post by theother on Oct 20, 2007 13:31:02 GMT -5
A spear flew out from the trees, striking one of the men in the shoulder. As he fell, cursing, a horde of painted savages leapt from the trees, screaming as they sprinted for the soldiers.
They were scarred and painted and had bones hanging from the rags of their clothes and from small hooks in their bodies.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Oct 20, 2007 13:35:20 GMT -5
The man was dragged behind the main group. While the front dropped to their knees and dug the buts of their halberds into the groud pointing at an angle upwards, the men behind them put their halberds on the kneeling men's sholdiers, while the men in the third row held their halberds over head. "Back to the ships! Get the water back!" The sergent shouted to the remaining sailors.
"And get these papers to the maester!"
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Post by theother on Oct 20, 2007 14:48:28 GMT -5
The first wave of attackers crunch into the marines and their screams turn to oddly joyous howls of pain and as they fall dying, they graspe the halberds of their enemies. The second wave strike into the hapless attackers as they break the formation. Suddenly they are overwhelmed, every man fighting for himself. The attackers stab with rusty blades or use their teeth and nails which appear sharpened.
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Post by melon on Oct 20, 2007 14:50:23 GMT -5
Rek fights with a fercoisty that no one expect cut slashing hacking, "Ice Dragon hold your ground."
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Post by Percy Rivers on Oct 20, 2007 15:04:12 GMT -5
OOC: We're all aboard are ships. It's just the marines from Edmure's ship on the beach.
IC: Those who could swung there halberds, using the axe heads. Those who couldn't dropped them and pulled the short sword from their belts. Although their training and armour was of better quality than these savages they were having trouble coping with the enemy's vast numbers.
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Post by theother on Oct 20, 2007 15:34:31 GMT -5
The men on the ground began to scream as the men assaulting them ripped bloody chunks of flesh from them and ate them with glee.
The rest of the savages, swarmed over the marines. It was evident that the sheer numbers would win this fight
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Post by Percy Rivers on Oct 20, 2007 16:30:56 GMT -5
The sergent gathered seven men around him. "Pull back, withdraw to the boats!" The formed a circle around the sergent and found one last rowboat there, a couple of sailors waiting for them there. It did not matter, the enemy was too busy eating the already dead men.
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When the rowboat pulled into the ship Edmure helped pull the remaining marines aboard. "Willem, take us out of here. We've seen enough." Edmure said to the helmsman.
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Edmure found the maester in his cabin, pouring over the letters the sergent had uncovered. "What do they say?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.