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Post by serdonaltyrell on Jul 19, 2007 6:19:42 GMT -5
The buildings of Castle Black, though sizeable, are dwarfed by the immensity of the frozen Wall rising up into the sky and stretching east to west across the horizon.
The Lord Commander's tower lies flush against the Wall and is the tallest portion of the 'castle' visible. The barracks, dormitory, kitchens and training yard lay spread out from it in a haphazard way. It is clear that they have been added to and built upon over the centuries. The only access to the Wall's peak is by wooden lift or by climbing the many stairs and ramps leading to it's summit. A large cast iron gate is imbedded in it's base, with an enormous wooden set of double doors, drapped in heavy chain and bars.
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Post by serdonaltyrell on Jul 19, 2007 6:24:50 GMT -5
Gisella stares out across the frozen wilderness, lost in thought. Behind her the sentries moved along the wall's parapets, watching intently for any sign of the wildling force.
As she waited, Gisella saw a ranging party returning from a recent scouting. It's members, tiny from her vantage point, blew their horns once to advise of their return.
Gisella put them out of her mind and instead thought on Donal. By now, he would have realised his error and Addam would be dead, joining his wife in the dank, dark earth. Gisella smiled coldly. She would mold him until he was her creature, leading him by the nose with whispers and visions until he was as she needed him to be. She headed down towards the lift. She had letters to write and ravens to send.
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Post by serdonaltyrell on Jul 27, 2007 3:06:21 GMT -5
Donal's force finally arrive outside Castle Black. As they prepare to make camp, Donal and his entourage, including Ser Doyle Swann enter the courtyard, seeking Lord Wendwater.
Gisella comes out of the training yard, where Donal can see some of his men-at-arms putting some the Nights Watch through some drills, to greet them.
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Post by melon on Jul 27, 2007 4:06:10 GMT -5
Lord Robert Hightower raps his wool cloak around him more tightly and thanks the father for the brains to buy this cloak in Winterfell.
As hes handing Flame to a man of the Night Watch to take to the Stables he sees Donal walk towards a woman dressed in red and seems to be untouched by the cold. Shes not of the Seven and Donal should not allow this but if he wishes to follow his God of Fire so be it the Warrior will give me strength to swing his sword. Robert sees that his feet have taken him to the training ground.
Drawing his sword and eyeing a Brother "You draw your blade and i will teach you what a Lord knows about fighting"
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 27, 2007 12:19:06 GMT -5
OOC: I messed up in the other thread -- Ser Doyle is a Swann, not a Caron. I've edited my post to correct.
IC: Ser Doyle Swann looked about Castle Black with unguarded curiosity. He had heard many legends and tales about this place. While the Wall was all he expected and more, the Castle itself was more rundown and ramshackle than he had expected. Minor landed knights had stouter castles than this one, though none had walls of ice to do their work defending. He saw the twisting path carved on the Wall and immediately wanted to climb it.
"Ser Donal, would you mind if I tied off my horse and climbed this Wall? Few men get such a sight as the view there must be from the top."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2007 0:49:38 GMT -5
Garrett watched Ser Donal speaking to the Asshai'i. What had Addam said? No, she wasn't his mistress, just an advisor. He looked at the red woman curiously, so solemn and authoritative. Then another knight he knew passing well hailed him, and Garrett shrugged and followed. Ser Donal hadn't given him orders.
"It looks like half the realm is here!" his friend laughed. "I haven't seen your brothers yet, but many lords have come, and maesters and nurses have set up hospital tents."
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 28, 2007 2:59:24 GMT -5
Ser Doyle Swann takes the long, switchbacked path to the top of the Wall, a long exertion. He stands on the Wall, looking to the north.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2007 3:06:43 GMT -5
More friends hailed him, and Garrett was soon taken to the Wall itself. It was an awe-inspiring sight, so tall and cold and impenetrable. The young knights exclaimed over it like boys, remembering what their maesters had taught them. Garrett took it all in silently.
One of the men of the Watch came up, much friendlier than his surly brothers. "Want me to show you around, good sers?"
They saw parts of Castle Black and then they were taken up to walk the ice Wall. It was astoundingly high, almost too cold to bear, terrifying and comforting all at once. From the top, they stared out in the dark trees of the haunted forest.
Garrett shivered. This is all that stands between us and them.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 28, 2007 3:11:23 GMT -5
Swann sees the pack of knights now touring the Wall. They would soon be his companions in battle, so he may as well hail them.
"Greetings, sers," he says, recognizing only Ser Garrett Redfort, the Valeman Rhodri took in, only to release to Ser Donal Tyrell.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2007 3:19:11 GMT -5
"Ser Doyle," Garrett nodded, recognizing the man. Swann was one of Lord Rhodri's best, he had heard. "I am glad you and Ser Brandon Buckler made it safely. My companions are Ser Hugh Trent, Ser Raymund Corbray, Ser Gilwood Belmore, Ser Miles Robey..." he continued, naming even the hedge knights, who beamed. "They came with Ser Robert Royce," he finished. "Sers, this is Ser Doyle Swann, a great knight sworn to the Redroyce, as I once was."
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 28, 2007 3:20:42 GMT -5
"I am sworn to the Lord Michael Dondarrion, in truth, but the Redroyce is a great friend. But I would be errant if I let you call me great, young Ser Garrett, I am but a man like any other."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2007 3:26:43 GMT -5
"As we all are," the black brother put in. "Who we are sworn to - the Wall, the Watch, a lord, the King - comes to nothing here."
"We were looking out over the edge of the world," Garrett told Ser Doyle, with the shadow of his old smile. "A bleak and unwelcome sight, but I should like to explore it nevertheless."
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 28, 2007 3:29:19 GMT -5
"Edge of the world you call it, but I see land both north and south. People speak of Westeros ending here at the Wall, but I see fertile forests, flowing waters and mountains likely filled with gold and iron. I wonder why the taming of the land ended here."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 28, 2007 3:32:46 GMT -5
"Those forests are dark and grim, that water is like flowing ice, and the mountains are filled with nothing but frost," the black brother said.
"And Others. Don't forget the Others," Garrett smiled. The Watchman scowled.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Jul 28, 2007 3:35:35 GMT -5
"So you say, good brother, yet wildlings have lived there as long as First Men have walked the North."
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Hope you all are well and happy.