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Post by Percy Rivers on Mar 27, 2008 19:39:28 GMT -5
The small group of 20 riders made their way through the dreary mountains. Cold even during the summer during the winter they were only survivable to the most experienced of people. Were it not for the efforts of Qhorin Snow, the lonesome ranger, Roose was sure that they would not have made it as far as they did. Even so they had lost one to the cold, and two others had been disabled to frostbite.
Roose was huddled in his thick, yet musty furs when he saw Qhorin riding hurriedly back to them. Roose poked his head out, and looked at the ranger near. The group around him was dressed in the attire of the wildlings they had ambushed. That fight seemed years past, and Roose a different person.
Qhorin reigned up beside Roose and his companion, Charles Manderly. "We've found them..." Was all the ranger said.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Mar 28, 2008 11:25:25 GMT -5
Suddenly Blizzard burst from the thin underbrush lining the path. Several of the horses reared, their riders cursing. The direwolf was growing larger, and a connie was wedged between his mouth. Roose smiled down at Blizzard, then turned back to Qhorin. "The camp? How many?"
Qhorin shook his head, "All of them, from Hardhome to Stoney Shore."
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Post by Percy Rivers on Mar 30, 2008 11:36:21 GMT -5
"Seven Hells..." Charles Manderly muttered.
Roose opened his mouth, about to say something, when he noticed something shuffle under a nearby snowbank. He turned to look at it, and then realized all the snowbanks around him were moving. What was once a pile of fine white powder transformed before his eyes into a gigantic man covered in furs, an axe clutched in one hand, a maul in the other. "Ambush!!!" Cried one of the men.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Mar 30, 2008 19:02:29 GMT -5
Roose watched as Charles Manderly turned to yell when and arrow entered through his mouth and exited through the fat man's neck. All around were the shrieks of men and horses, as the wildlings closed in.
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Post by Percy Rivers on Apr 1, 2008 20:57:42 GMT -5
One by one the Northmen began to fall. Though some tried to escape they were either felled by wildlings or flying arrows. Finally, their were only two left. Qhorin and Roose came back to back, the Night's Watch ranger with his sword clutched tightly in his hand. "Looks like it ends here boy..." the ranger muttered darkly.
Suddenly, a voice from the ridge above them spoke...in the common tounge. "Qhorin Snow...and Roose Stark is it? We knew you would be coming, allow us to escort you to the king's tent." Qhorin looked up, a worried and confused look on his face. "Seven hells! Eddison? What the hel-" That was the last thing said before a wildling came up from behind him and hit him hard with a cudgel. Roose wheeled around, only to see another come flying towards him.
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Hope you all are well and happy.