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Post by wookie on Sept 12, 2008 4:59:06 GMT -5
"Perhaps" Wencel replied, "Though I find it odd that such messages the overly religious receive invariably seem to have some earthly benefit to themselves" he snorted softly
"Either way, I dislike troublemakers Lord Reed. Especially when they encroach upon my lands. I hear tell that you yourself had a run-in with one of these red priests here in the North and had a time removing him. Best to excise the wound before the poison gets in too deep, I find"
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Post by Ollie on Sept 12, 2008 5:11:12 GMT -5
"The Apostate Pylos was executed for a murder, not for all his delusions or insanity or faith to the red god," he stated plainly. "The man that kicks the ill-tempered bitch one too many times soon finds that none of his hounds will heed him. Keep her in check, separate her from the pack if you must, but never beat her in front of your dogs, lest they fear the same for themselves and retaliate. This is the way of the wise lord."
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Post by wookie on Sept 12, 2008 8:27:17 GMT -5
"That should only prove a problem if your hounds are not well-trained and loyal to begin with Lord Reed, but I thank you for your well-intentioned words" he replied
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Post by Ollie on Sept 12, 2008 14:16:58 GMT -5
Olander smiled, but said nothing as they continued their journey to Winterfell.
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Post by Ollie on Nov 7, 2008 1:49:40 GMT -5
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Olander Reed arrives and takes command of the forces present.
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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Nov 7, 2008 2:04:35 GMT -5
A letter arrives, naming Lord Olander Reed Warden of the Kingdom of the Old Gods.
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Post by Ollie on Nov 8, 2008 5:55:55 GMT -5
The northmen loyal to King Gariss remain in Moat Cailin with a grim unease, awaiting the Horned Wolf.
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Post by Ollie on Nov 8, 2008 16:29:46 GMT -5
For two weeks, the Northern Secessionists sit on their asses while they wait for the 'Horned Wolf' to show. Words spreads quickly through the camp over how accurate the name is, considering the length of time it is taking him to arrive. Most suggest the 'Prancing Doe' might be more appropriate.
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Post by Ollie on Nov 9, 2008 2:00:14 GMT -5
Lord Reed seeks out his King in his quarters at Moat Cailin.
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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Nov 9, 2008 2:04:00 GMT -5
Having just arrived, the King was busy getting his men encamped, setting up new defenses and relaying orders.
When Lord Reed finds him in his solar, his face looks heavier, and less happy. A trimmed beard can be seen growing on his face. He looks up from a parchment and favors Olander a small smile.
"Hello," he says, his voice a little strained.
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Post by Ollie on Nov 9, 2008 2:13:47 GMT -5
Olander manages to stand tall for such a tiny man, and clasps his hands behind his back. He is wearing a somber black coat that matches his expression, collar unfolded to warm his neck against the ever-present northern chill. The legs of his green-grey pants are tucked into his boots. They were black leather and well worn, but not without a polished sheen. They were boots that had seen all corners of the North; the tepid waters of the Neck, the still frozen topsoil of Last Hearth's training yard, the salt-hardened docks of White Harbor, the thickly carpeted forest floor of Bear Island, and the warm stone floors of Winterfell.
"Rickon Baratheon should be arriving soon," Olander spoke in a soft voice that none the less commanded the ear. "Mayhaps once he is here, this matter can be resolved," he added, leaving the question of which resolution to be reached hanging in the air.
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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Nov 9, 2008 2:16:22 GMT -5
"So I have heard," Gariss said, with a small sigh. "I fell as if it is my place, not yours."
Gariss looked Olander in the eye, his face now a stone mask, and with barely moving his face, he asks, "What am I to do if you fail?" He knew he shouldn't think such things, but Gariss was a man to plan for anything.
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Post by Ollie on Nov 9, 2008 2:36:02 GMT -5
"That is why I have called on you."
Lord Reed places a hand inside his coat pocket and a troubled look passes across his face. For a moment he hesitates, then makes his way past Gariss to a closed window. Drawing back the drapes and unlatching the frame, Olander pulls open the shutters to let in a gust of earthy, moist air that carries a chill from the north.
"Would you go to the bookshelf near the hearthfire?" he asked, gazing out the window. "Look along the right edge, and tell me when you find it." After a moment of searching, Gariss would find a shallow imprint of the image of the leaf from a heart tree along the third lowest shelf, no larger than a copper star and hard to see unless one were actively looking for it.
"Along that shelf is a book with the same image stamped on its spine. Pull the book to its intimidate left out of the shelf, the red one. It might be tight, but with some effort you should have it." The King of the North would find it as Olander had described, but after a little work, the book was unwedge and slid free with the sound of stone on stone.
"You should now be able to push the bookshelf away from the hearth," he said as Gariss did so, to reveal a dark, dusty passageway, small enough that even a crannogman would have had to stoop.
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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Nov 9, 2008 2:55:37 GMT -5
"What is all of this?" Gariss asked. He was dressed in his furs, making his appearance bulkier than he naturally was. He did not know if he could fit in the tunnel if he tried.
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Post by Ollie on Nov 9, 2008 3:24:32 GMT -5
"The secret of Moat Cailin," he responded distantly, and added, "Or at least, one of them."
His attention remained out the window, gazing to the north, where the tall trees and boggy waters of the Neck gave way to the sparse, grassy plains.
"Several years ago, before you were born, I was granted permission to reconstruct this place, and raise for myself a seat, as a rightly lord should have. In foresight, I had passageways built, much like the one before you. Hidden, secret, running throughout the castle and into its walls, should any reason arise that I would need them..."
Olander turned to face his king then. "Gariss, after the combat... should any trouble arise, should I... fall, I wanted you to know."
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Hope you all are well and happy.