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Post by Horas on Dec 10, 2008 14:31:36 GMT -5
A horn of ale is passed around. Gangriss drinks deeply.
"So have you come to join my host, Southron? Soon all the Free Folk will follow me, and then the Crows will learn how I got my name."
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Post by Ollie on Dec 10, 2008 14:39:42 GMT -5
Olivan takes his draught of ale in turn, and pass it aside. "You are a mighty man, that is clear enough, but for what cause do you fight? What do you offer the men who follow you, eat with you, and fight under your banner?"
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Post by Horas on Dec 10, 2008 14:51:10 GMT -5
Crowbane laughs. "Glory! What else does any true man need?"
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Post by Ollie on Dec 10, 2008 15:00:58 GMT -5
"I can't argue that," the crannogman nodded with a thin smile. "It takes a rare breed of man to make a fearless warrior, but a rarer one to make the men around him fearless warriors. Where does a man like the Crowsbane come from?"
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Post by Horas on Dec 10, 2008 15:19:12 GMT -5
"My mother was a giant and my father the fiercest warrior in all the world, and no man can stand before my axe," Gangriss boasts. "Every man is here because they know of my might! Who else is better suited to be King Beyond the Wall than its greatest warrior?"
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Post by Ollie on Dec 10, 2008 17:30:24 GMT -5
"Well put, Crowsbane. I shall make sure to speak highly of you in the villages and tribes I encounter. Truly you are a mighty king."
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Post by Horas on Dec 10, 2008 21:27:42 GMT -5
"Aye, that I am," Gangriss says, smiling broadly.
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Post by Ollie on Dec 10, 2008 21:42:58 GMT -5
Olivan continues to drink with the King Beyond the Wall, speaking amiably until he feels the urge to retire. Olivan catches a few hours of sleep, rising from the furs just before first light, and heading out east from the camp.
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Hope you all are well and happy.