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Post by Fel on Apr 21, 2008 20:01:56 GMT -5
"Gruesome business, the North is plagued by many and more troubles at the moment. It seems the beginning of Lord Roose's reign will be a trial by fire. We must do our best to help him in these trying time."
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Post by Ollie on Apr 22, 2008 1:43:40 GMT -5
Without a word, Olander Reed steps up from his seat and exits the stuffy, smoky, noise filled great hall. A few of his fellow crannogmen look up as their lordling leaves, but with a wave of his hand, none make to follow.
The chill in the outside air was a refreshing change, and Olander leans against the snowy stone wall. He begins to rub the prongs of his trident carefully with an oiled cloth, leaving a green smear across the rag.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 22, 2008 1:45:19 GMT -5
"What is it you have there?" Says a barrel chested man with long reddish brown hair, and a blue and white tartan cowl around his shoulders. "Going fishing?"
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Post by Ollie on Apr 22, 2008 1:47:04 GMT -5
Olander's eyes remain forward on the task at hand. "Fishing for northman, it looks like," he said plainly.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 22, 2008 1:49:48 GMT -5
The man smiled widely, revealing a few missing teeth. "Seems like you might have caught yourself one." He reaches over his shoulder, and undoes the strap around an enormous hand and half sword.
"Hernan Burley." he says.
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Post by Ollie on Apr 22, 2008 1:54:41 GMT -5
"Olander Reed," he returns. With a final glob of spit wiped across the spotless triple head of his trident, the crannogman tosses the poison stained cloth away. "I ain't as burly as you are, Burley," Olander says, turning to face him with his spear readied.
"Y'think you can take me, anyway?"
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 22, 2008 1:55:43 GMT -5
"I reckon I can." the man says, unsheathing the sword and holding it before him.
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Post by Ollie on Apr 22, 2008 2:08:54 GMT -5
The crannogman gives a sharp whistle to alert the men of training yard after Burley topples to the ground. Olander has little skill in healing, and can only crouch by the wounded man and hold his tartan cloth to the wound to try and stop the flow of blood.
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Post by The Stranger on Apr 22, 2008 2:10:26 GMT -5
four men approach and try to lift the Clansman up to carry him to the maester's tower, only to find they can not lift him. Another whistle brings two more men, and eventually the man is drag/carried away.
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Post by Ollie on Apr 22, 2008 2:15:11 GMT -5
Olander gives one silent chuckle with a shake of his head, and turns his attention to the archery butts. Notching and loosing black banded arrow after blank banded arrow, the lordling near empties his quiver into the target silently.
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Post by Lord Maleagant Bolton on Apr 22, 2008 11:33:45 GMT -5
Mag looked a little confused at the question. "A man wins his wives on the island, though a man can have more, if a man wins them from mainland." He explained, with some difficulty, how Lhyema was his wife he wedded from a Skagosi clan, and then Mag had killed Valla's family during a raid against a village, therefore making Valla his own to keep. "And that," Mag said, pointing at Finny under the table, "is Finny Stoneknife, Bear Tamer, Nose Breaker, Stonemade." "I see," he said, "i am sure many men here have different habits concerning women." They would call it abduction, and probably hang you for it. "And about her," he said as he pointed to Finny, "a knife made from stone is easily crafted, but bears aren't tamed that easy, nor do noses break often at the hands of little girls. I would like to hear those stories." "And yes," he said in reply to Finny's comment, "we do have bears here. Should one threaten me, i will make sure to send for you." |
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Post by barker520 on Apr 22, 2008 11:37:00 GMT -5
"I see," he said, "i am sure many men here have different habits concerning women." Mag frowned, and said, "Men think strange things when they leave the old gods who watch us always." |
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Post by Flex on Apr 22, 2008 11:37:12 GMT -5
Finny giggled before she answered. "Well my friend Bear-rick is gone somewhere but I will look for him! He cannot be that far!" She looked at Maez and giggled again. "I hit Stonehead's nose with a rock from my slingshot.. the silly man got in the way! I was trying to hit a bird!"
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Post by barker520 on Apr 22, 2008 11:38:49 GMT -5
"She stabbed Maez with stone rock, too. And she eat heart. She is stoneworthy, Mah-leeg-unt Bolton Dreadfort Lord."
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Post by Lord Maleagant Bolton on Apr 22, 2008 11:49:54 GMT -5
Maleagant laughed as he heard the girl's comment.
"What a stupid man, to stand between you and that bird."
I'm starting to like this fierce little thing.
"But i agree," he said, turning to Mag Stane, "followers of these new gods seem to be everywhere these days. They act all high and mighty, looking down on men like us, calling us tree-worshippers. They do not understand our habits and customs, and think they are way above us. I spit on men like that."
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Hope you all are well and happy.