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Post by barker520 on May 5, 2008 14:10:30 GMT -5
Mag listen and translated it all, rapidly, as Maleagant spoke, but stopped short at hearing the last comment. "I will not tell him about wisdom," Mag said, "my friend Ryk is already much too full of himself."
Ryk stepped forward, and regarded Maleagant. Suddenly he spoke in the common tongue. "Hello." It was just one word, and crude and broken. He said more in the old tongue to Mag, motioning to Lord Bolton.
Mag turned to him. "Ryk wants to know if you are like him, Lord Dreadfort."
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Post by Lord Maleagant Bolton on May 5, 2008 14:18:49 GMT -5
Like him? No, but i want to be, if the stories are true, and if he's really what i think he is.
"Your friend is obviously no common man," he said to Mag, "common training methods can tame wild beasts, yes. But you can't change their nature, and no wild bird could be made in such an obedient one as the one on his shoulder. Parrots, yes, and pigeons and doves. But not hawks, there is to much of the wild in their hearts. There is more in this. Tell me true Mag, is he a skinchanger?"
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Post by barker520 on May 5, 2008 14:26:08 GMT -5
Mag laughed, loud and deep. "I will tell you true, Mah-leeg-ant. You really need to visit my island. You will learn much. Much and more."
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Post by Lord Maleagant Bolton on May 5, 2008 14:46:00 GMT -5
Truly a Stoneborn, even his laughter sounds like a rumbling mountain.
"Damn you, Mag Stane, for keeping me curious," he laughed, "but you have won. I will come to your island, it is a promise. I will see the Stoneborn, and learn from them. Much, i hope, and much more."
Moments later, finally somebody from the castle came to them.
A crannogmen, judging by his size.
Maleagant gave the man a little nod when he offered his greetings, and had to hold back laughter when he saw him standing before Mag, asking for Roose's bride. The little green man and the giant made of stone, a meeting to make a song of. Ha, these two look great together.
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Post by Ollie on May 5, 2008 15:00:15 GMT -5
He looked unblinkingly at the Skagosi who had addressed him. "I am Olander Reed, first trueborn son of Lord Bennard Reed, and heir to the Neck," he said, with a little more extravagance than he was wont to speak. The Skagosi surely knew little, if anything, of the Neck, and Olander made sure his position of power was known.
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Post by barker520 on May 5, 2008 15:22:05 GMT -5
Mag looked very curious when he heard who he was. "You are men who see green? You see things not yet come to pass?"
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Post by Ollie on May 5, 2008 15:31:38 GMT -5
Olander paused for a moment, then nodded. "Some of the crannogmen posses the greensight, given to us by the Children of the Forest."
"The Old Gods speak to us like the swelling of the tide. They are silent now," his moss green eyes flickered like a dead leaf in a lazy autumn wind, "but soon their words will swell within my dreams like a rushing river."
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Post by Ollie on May 5, 2008 15:46:53 GMT -5
"Fish, mostly," the crannogman said dryly. "Sometimes lizard-lion."
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Post by Ollie on May 5, 2008 16:03:02 GMT -5
Olander gazed with a mild curiosity at the Skagosi woman as his quip soared miles above her head. She was either exceptionally dull, or had only the most rudimentary knowledge of the common tongue; perhaps both.
"Nice dreams are only for suckling babes and children. True dreams are none so nice."
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Post by barker520 on May 5, 2008 17:05:28 GMT -5
Mag shifted uncomfortably at this talk. "The old gods speak to me," he said. "They watch us always. If you follow old gods like you say, then you are my friend, and your people my allies."
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Post by Ollie on May 5, 2008 18:55:56 GMT -5
Olander stroked the tuft of his chin whiskers as Mag spoke. The Skagosi were thought to be little better than wildlings, true, but could it be that they were touched with the greensight as well? The crannogman pondered as he took note of Mag's eye color. Were they green, or even hazle, or just icy chips of flint? At their distance he could not tell for certain.
"They watch us always," he agreed, and left it at that.
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Post by Percy Rivers on May 5, 2008 19:06:13 GMT -5
Roose sat in audience for the winter feast that was to take place during the wedding ceremony. Although some lords were not able to arrive due to the blizzard all of them had sent their congratulations.
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Post by Percy Rivers on May 6, 2008 20:04:02 GMT -5
Feel free to come in at any time.
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Post by Ollie on May 6, 2008 23:36:27 GMT -5
Olander crosses his arms and shifts his weight impatiently. "I trust our Lord Stark will welcome us in shortly. No doubt he is nearly done preparing himself for the feast."
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Post by Percy Rivers on May 7, 2008 0:40:39 GMT -5
Just come in.
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Hope you all are well and happy.