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Post by Percy Rivers on Sept 21, 2007 12:20:27 GMT -5
Edmure paddled softly in through the murky water of the Neck. Behind him several more canoes loaded down with supplies followed. They had been travelling north through the swamp for several days now. When they couldn't paddle they walked, when they couldn't walked they paddled. At night when they wanted to camp they had to search for hours to find a reasonably dry spot. A sickness had spread through for the first few days until finally they discovered a local herb that seemed to help.
Edmure thought they had passed Moat Cailen by now, but couldn't be sure. So one night he sat down by Steffon and Benjen. "Any idea how to contact the cranogmen?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2007 23:31:00 GMT -5
She stepped carefully through the bogs. Her heavy cloak protected her from the cold, and her gloved fingers were on the hilt of the longsword. Her boots made soft, squishy sounds as she walked. Her eyes darted right and left, wary and alert.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 21, 2007 23:44:18 GMT -5
Edmure paddled softly in through the murky water of the Neck. Behind him several more canoes loaded down with supplies followed. They had been travelling north through the swamp for several days now. When they couldn't paddle they walked, when they couldn't walked they paddled. At night when they wanted to camp they had to search for hours to find a reasonably dry spot. A sickness had spread through for the first few days until finally they discovered a local herb that seemed to help. Edmure thought they had passed Moat Cailen by now, but couldn't be sure. So one night he sat down by Steffon and Benjen. "Any idea how to contact the cranogmen?" A man steps out of the shadows on nearby dry land, "Well they say fools and their heads are soon parted. What brings you fools to the Neck. |
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Post by The Smith on Sept 21, 2007 23:46:27 GMT -5
She stepped carefully through the bogs. Her heavy cloak protected her from the cold, and her gloved fingers were on the hilt of the longsword. Her boots made soft, squishy sounds as she walked. Her eyes darted right and left, wary and alert. As Aranya enters a small clearing a short bald man sits stoking a fire. "Give up your quest, Mother. No death will bring back your man." Pulling a stew pot off the fire he pours it into two bowls, "Would you like some eel?" |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2007 23:48:18 GMT -5
"Yes," she accepted it calmly. "Who are you? Where is the man they call Goldface?"
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Post by The Smith on Sept 21, 2007 23:54:02 GMT -5
"Sit, eat your soup." The bald man eats his stew, "There is no man Goldface. What do you seek to accomplish in the Neck?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2007 23:55:18 GMT -5
She sipped the soup, her dark eyes veiled. "Thank you, it is..unusual, but good. Lance Sands. I seek him. The First Ranger."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2007 23:55:44 GMT -5
"Who are you?"
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Post by The Smith on Sept 22, 2007 0:00:11 GMT -5
"You will not answer my questions but expect me to answer yours. You can not bend the world to your will mother. You must learn to cover your iron hand in silk." The bald man ate his stew, and helped himself to seconds.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2007 0:03:10 GMT -5
"I told you," she answered steadily. "I seek Lance Sands. That is all. What more do you want? You do not answer my question. I know he is here." She set down her empty bowl.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 22, 2007 0:14:22 GMT -5
"My name is Tech. And the First Ranger is Jamie Bracken, not this other man." Tech lapped up more stew, "Would you like more eel? Why do you seek this man?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2007 0:16:26 GMT -5
"Lord Bracken? I thought he was south with the King and lords. I do not seek Lord Bracken. I seek Lance Sands." She did not look at the eel, only into the man's eyes.
"I have...words to say to him."
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Post by The Smith on Sept 22, 2007 0:31:27 GMT -5
"This Lance Sands, does not wish to speak with you, I think. Perhaps you tell me what you would say and then I will tell him. It is safer for you, it is dangerous in the Neck." He smiles comforting at her.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2007 0:34:58 GMT -5
"Tell him to come to me," she said. "Alone. Tonight, or earlier. Now, perhaps. I will wait in this clearing for him. I will see no one else. Tell him not to hide behind a false face again, or I will know the coward for what he is."
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Post by The Smith on Sept 22, 2007 0:39:17 GMT -5
"How do you wish me to tell you this dear. He leads an army at Moat Cailin. You are so young you think you understand every thing, but when a dream shows man somewhere, sometimes that is were they are, and sometimes that is where they were, or where they will be. That is something else you do not control Aranya. It is why you fail to understand, foolish mother." Tech shakes his head and spoons more stew into his mouth.
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Hope you all are well and happy.