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Post by westerosi on Nov 25, 2008 14:56:26 GMT -5
Hamish stands and goes outside. The night had come, so stars were out.
He went up a small hill not to far from the house, and looked up at the sky.
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Post by The Flint on Nov 26, 2008 7:02:51 GMT -5
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Men begin to trickle back into the Lonely Hills from the Northern Mountains in groups of tens and twenties. They soon disperse and return to their homesteads.
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Post by The Flint on Dec 1, 2008 9:34:09 GMT -5
Halgar and his son Robb and six other men head north with a small ox cart filled with furs and other goods.
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Post by westerosi on Dec 2, 2008 4:00:18 GMT -5
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Hamish looked at his surrounding, feeling like they were famililar, but he wasn't sure. He had been in these parts once before, but that had been months ago, and things had changed since then.
He had taken a long time friend, to speak with the Burley.
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Post by The Flint on Dec 2, 2008 9:13:12 GMT -5
It was easy to get lost in the lonely hills without guidance. Eventually however, a boy of perhaps twelve appears on the goat path up ahead. He is holding a walking stick in his right hand, while his left hand tugs at the corner of his sheep skin jerkin.
"H'allo friends!" the boy offered.
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Post by westerosi on Dec 3, 2008 17:37:13 GMT -5
"H'allo" Hamish said and raised his hand to show that he held no weapon in his hands.
"What's yer name boy?"
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Post by The Flint on Dec 3, 2008 18:01:27 GMT -5
"Hallis! Who are you and what brings ya here?" The boy began to approach cautiously, but with a pleasant demeanor.
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Post by westerosi on Dec 3, 2008 18:04:53 GMT -5
"My name is Hamish Harclay, and that's Scot Harclay" he said and pointed at his friend.
"We are here to speak with the Burley"
He hoped that things had settled down, since he had been with the family that had saved his life.
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Post by The Flint on Dec 3, 2008 18:10:38 GMT -5
The boy eyed the pair as if making a decision. "Alright. follow me."
Assuming the men follow, they are led upstream a ways before coming to where the river forks. Where the two tributaries meet, is the fastness of the Burley. The boy waves his hands and soon a small raft attached to a rope is brought across.
"Coming?" The boy said, as he hopped on the raft.
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Post by westerosi on Dec 3, 2008 18:11:53 GMT -5
Hamish and Scot followed the young boy for a while. and when he stepped on a raft, they followed.
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Post by The Flint on Dec 8, 2008 18:07:41 GMT -5
The three travelers head north to the King's Road.
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Hope you all are well and happy.