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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Nov 9, 2008 3:37:36 GMT -5
Gariss was at a loss of words for once. He stood, staring into the depths of the passageway. Within that darkness lay defeat. Despair. That tunnel meant the death of the man who raised him. The man who guided him. The man who crowned him.
He opened his mouth to speak, but after a moment closed it, unsure of his words. Instead, he looked and turned away from the darkness of the passage, and looked at the man he called father.
"Defeat him. If you would do any one thing for me in this world, it would be to live," Gariss said, his eyes fixed, and his voice barely higher than a whisper.
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Post by Ollie on Nov 9, 2008 4:07:30 GMT -5
Lord Reed managed a grim smile. "No man should intend to fail," he said, "But every man should plan to just in case."
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Post by Ollie on Nov 9, 2008 23:37:46 GMT -5
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Olander Reed makes the rounds through his castle, speaking with crannogman and northman warrior alike. His starmetal spear, Gods' Sight is slung over his back, milky white prongs shimmering in the light.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 10, 2008 0:07:54 GMT -5
800 men on horse come down the road they fly the Horned Wolf banner.
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Post by Ollie on Nov 10, 2008 0:09:25 GMT -5
The cry is raised, and the men stationed in Moat Cailin jump to attention. The men under the banner of the Horned Wolf are permitted to enter, though not without a wary eye.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 10, 2008 0:11:58 GMT -5
Riding into the central Courtyard Rickon's eyes studied the troops, and men stationed around the great keep. He rode in the direction of Reed.
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Post by Ollie on Nov 10, 2008 0:13:57 GMT -5
The crannogman he seeks stands in the center of the yard, the greying brown strands of his beard being smoothed under his fingers. As he catches sight of the Horned Wolf, Lord Reed inclines his head in stiff recognition, and remains in place until Rickon arrives.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 10, 2008 0:15:15 GMT -5
Rickon dismounts in front of the Frog, and bows to the man. "Lord Reed."
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Post by Ollie on Nov 10, 2008 0:20:54 GMT -5
Olander returns the bow, as gracefully as he can manage. "Baratheon. I was not disappointed in your arrival, though one might call it less than punctual."
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Post by The Smith on Nov 10, 2008 0:23:16 GMT -5
"Its just Rickon now." He replied, "Shall we get this over with?" He touched his sword.
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Post by Ollie on Nov 10, 2008 0:28:31 GMT -5
"As you like it, Rickon," he answered, taking Gods' Sight in hand, its grim, red faces watching with empty eyes.
"May the Old Gods judge us justly."
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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Nov 10, 2008 1:57:39 GMT -5
King Stark, flanked by Big Ben Umber and Zach Faire, stand nearby the weirwood tree. The surrounding area is filled with Northerners; many of Rickons own permitted into the field. Lord Reed's true son and heir is nearby also.
Not wishing either of the men death, he has his own personal Maester nearby, should either man be spared.
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After a gruesome and heart wrentching duel, the moment both men hit the floor, Gariss cries a command and three men rush forwards, the maester included, to check both bodies. King Gariss and Umber themsevles walk over to the bodies.
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Post by The Smith on Nov 10, 2008 1:58:58 GMT -5
A one-eyed man with a lot of common on his tongue stalks forward and looks at Reed, "They are both dead. Will you take off you crown, false king?"
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Post by Lord Rhaegar Targaryen on Nov 10, 2008 2:00:11 GMT -5
The King ignores the man, and looks to the maester for his verdict. Zach eyes the man who approached them, his hand on the hilt of his sword. "Are you a maester?"
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Post by The Smith on Nov 10, 2008 2:07:40 GMT -5
The man pushes Zach off his feet, and points down at him, "Yeah. I am, and the fucker is dead. Rickon one, and the Stark boy should remove his crown." Men behind him stir, and put their hands on their weapons.
Big Benn Umber steps forward and punches the one-eyed man. The man stumbles backward, his knife coming out. Umber puts his hand to his axe.
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Hope you all are well and happy.