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Post by The Smith on May 23, 2009 12:56:54 GMT -5
Jak Hill walked out to the mound followed by a team of servants. He moved forward, and played with his beard while the rest set a table down on small part of level ground. Four chairs were placed around the table as a lacy white cloth was laid atop. A set of intricate wine glasses were placed in front of each spot as well as three bottles of wine.
Six more bottles were attached to a long cord and put in the river to cool. Even in this Valley far to the North of the Wall, it was warm; a new summer had begun.
Jak waved away the servants, and turned toward the table. He walked to it smoothly, and removed the black chain mail he had worn for a long time. He picked at the wrinkles in his black tunic, and pulled a dark blue coat from his bag. He slide it on and smiled wryly.
He sat himself down at the table, and poured himself a glass of wine. He waited patiently.
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Post by The Smith on May 23, 2009 13:00:11 GMT -5
The Horned knight approached slowly through the mist. He stopped while he was still covered by trees. His dark eyes studied the man sitting at ease alone near the mound. He sighed and walked over to the table. He sat in the sturdy chair that groaned under his plate mail's weight.
"I did not know you rode with Saella." His eyes searched the man's face with obvious curiosity, "I will not say I am completely surprised to see you."
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Post by The Smith on May 23, 2009 13:01:46 GMT -5
Jak cocked his head and smiled, "It has been a long time. But I am like a bad penny, I always turn up again." He laughed at his weak joke, and saluted with his glass. "Would you care for some wine?"
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Post by The Smith on May 23, 2009 13:02:59 GMT -5
The Horned Knight shook his head, "I am afraid not. I no longer drink." He slowly removed his gauntlets though, and his hands were the color of earth.
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Post by The Smith on May 23, 2009 13:08:25 GMT -5
Before Jak could reply another man approached from the other direction. The Ash Knight worse no armor, but his face was still wrapped, and his hands. He glared straight at Jak, "You are fucking still alive." He shook his head, "Good fucking lords above, you are a slippery worm aren't you."
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Post by The Smith on May 23, 2009 13:12:23 GMT -5
Jak looked to him and laughed, "You are interesting person to be so surprised by such a random turn of fate as not being dead when you are suppose to be." He poured the man a glass of wine and studied him with twinkling eyes. His next question was to the two of them, "Do you each know the face behind the mask of the other or are proper introductions required?"
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Post by The Smith on May 23, 2009 13:15:09 GMT -5
The Hornded Knight nodded, "I have never met you." He said to the Burnt Man, "But I have heard of your reputation and rebirth. It is a pleasure to met an ally."
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Post by The Smith on May 23, 2009 13:17:27 GMT -5
The Burnt Man smiled in reply to the Horned Knight, "It is nice to see a man at this table who fucking earned his place here." He scoffed at the other two men and turned his eyes to Jak, "I have seen him in the flames, and yourself. Before you think I am complete fucking fool."
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Post by The Smith on May 23, 2009 13:27:10 GMT -5
Jak chuckled, "As always, you are fear inspiring." His quip was clearly aimed at the Burnt Man who ignored it and drank his wine in one long gulp. He poured himself another cup, staring at the others angrily.
Jak glanced once at the wine spilling over the rim of the other man's cup but ignored the stains, "I invited another. An old friend of yours." He glanced to the Burnt Man, "But I do not think he will come. He is dead after all." He snickered as if that was no reason to not come. "Of course every man at this table was dead at one time or another. To varying degrees of course."
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Post by The Smith on May 23, 2009 13:29:46 GMT -5
The Horned Knight studied Jak, and then shook his head. "Not every man. You may not understand this, but there is a difference between lies and truth. Convincing the world of a lie does not make it true." Under his helm he smiled, "It is easier for me to understand that now. You should too."
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Post by The Smith on May 23, 2009 13:33:50 GMT -5
The Burnt Man slammed back another glass of wine, "I did not come here to listen to a lecture on the fucking ethics of lies and shit." He wiped his mouth with his bandaged hand, and he chuckeld darkly, "The one advantage of this, no napkins."
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Post by The Smith on May 23, 2009 13:42:21 GMT -5
Jak laughed at the Burnt Man, his eyes did not show his internal thoughts, and his lips never quavered from a smile. "We all have been given great gifts, but I think we," he motioned to himself and the Horned Knight, "Would truly enjoy being wrapped in towels constantly."
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Post by The Smith on May 24, 2009 1:40:58 GMT -5
The Horned Knight, "Stop this banter. My time is short. Soon I must ride, and I feel the call." He twitched and looked to the North frowning.
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Post by The Smith on May 24, 2009 1:42:34 GMT -5
The Burnt Man nodded and spat onto the table, his spittle dark. "I too have things I would rather be doing. Why did you beg to speak to us?" He gazed at Hill hotly.
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Post by The Smith on May 24, 2009 1:44:47 GMT -5
Hill smiled, "I have been moving pieces about the board for so long with only this goal, that I hardly know what to do with myself." He paused and drummed his fingers against the table before continuing. "I have some queries. I know the two of you can see differently then I. I am looking, as always, for answers."
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Hope you all are well and happy.