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Post by The Flint on Sept 18, 2008 19:08:23 GMT -5
Scav grunted from exhaustion. He felt like he was wearing the furs of a dozen bears on his shoulders, as he walked his horse through the high snows.
"Fucking ridiculously cold." He muttered to himself. "Hope that drunken old bastard wasn't pulling my prick, sending me off here." he grumbled as he looked for a sign of the Black Brothers.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 19, 2008 18:06:50 GMT -5
A man stepped out of the shadows dressed in black, "Who goes there?"
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Post by The Flint on Sept 21, 2008 19:43:42 GMT -5
"Name is Ser Marten, I'm looking for Handrick? Lord Commander Bracken said he was this way?" Scav replied through chattering teeth.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 21, 2008 22:19:14 GMT -5
"Why you looking for Ranger Handrick, Southern?" asked the Black brother.
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Post by The Flint on Sept 22, 2008 8:54:13 GMT -5
"I serve Lord Hogg, as Handrick did, 'fore he got sent North. I was asked to pass along regards from some of his old friends at Sow's Horn. It was my lot to play the messenger it seems." Scav said with a shrug.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 23, 2008 0:31:39 GMT -5
The man eyed him close, "Handrick serves here, but is away on a ranging. Do you have a letter for him?"
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Post by The Flint on Sept 23, 2008 8:01:11 GMT -5
"I fear not, it was something of a spur of the moment decision," Scav lied, "But now that I'm out here, I'd feel mighty foolish to go away without extending my greetings."
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Post by The Smith on Sept 23, 2008 22:26:45 GMT -5
The man looked at Scav, "The camp is north of here, about an hour away. You may wait for him there." He wiped a wand across his brow.
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Post by The Flint on Sept 24, 2008 7:47:25 GMT -5
"Thank you, I do much appreciate it." Scav said, as he nodded politely, and remounted his horse, plodding further north towards the ranger camp.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 24, 2008 12:24:51 GMT -5
After a good deal of travel, Scav has still not found the encampment.
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Post by The Flint on Sept 24, 2008 12:43:38 GMT -5
"Well fuck me gently and call me Scavina." Scav grunted to himself. "Perhaps I passed it in the snow drift?"
The stormland freerider snarled irritably, bundled up, and began looking for where he'd gone wrong.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 24, 2008 12:44:47 GMT -5
Retracing his steps he makes it all the way back to where he met the scout. The man seems to have disappeared.
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Post by The Flint on Sept 24, 2008 12:49:32 GMT -5
Shivering with cold, his usually tangled hair a black frozen mess of icicles, Scav decided not freezing to death was the better part of valor, and he pointed his mount south, and retraced his steps to Castle black.
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Hope you all are well and happy.