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Post by Horas on May 28, 2009 13:45:59 GMT -5
Rask stands well back from the heat of the fire. Its light casts harsh shadows on the old wildling's scarred face. A shadowcat is curled around Rask's legs. It would resemble nothing more than an overgrown housecat if not for the long claws and razor-sharp teeth.
Rask turns, fixing his one eye on the maester. "I am Rask of the Free Folk. I do not know you."
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Post by Lord Lester Merryweather on May 28, 2009 13:48:42 GMT -5
"Indeed you don't. I am Perestan, of the order of maesters of Westeros." He smiled.
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Post by Imry Willfyre on May 28, 2009 13:49:33 GMT -5
Imry laughed, "A victory over the undead and the undying requires something more the usual...", he said. "...Hot stew?", offering it to the gentlemen. "Stew? Well, why not?" replied Iggo. "Where are you from, brave man?" asked Jhaqo hoping to hear that he's not from Westeros. "Born and bred in Braavos. I'd ask the same question of you, but I can smell the Dothraki air about you...", Imry said with a thin smile. |
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Post by Horas on May 28, 2009 13:51:48 GMT -5
Rask nods once. "I did not know that your order fought, Perestan."
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Post by Lord Lester Merryweather on May 28, 2009 13:55:29 GMT -5
"My order didn't. I did." Said Perestan "My order isn't open to what some would call sorcery and they didn't want to believe in the Others's existence even after we fought them a couple of times. I used the mysteries to battle the White Walkers, though." His right hand went over his candle instinctivley, in the way a veteran warrior's hand goes over his scar at the mention of an old battle he fought in.
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Post by Horas on May 28, 2009 14:03:08 GMT -5
Rask's eye follows the maester's hand to his candle. "An instrument of your gods, then. You have come a long way. Your Citadel is far from here."
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Post by Lord Lester Merryweather on May 28, 2009 14:48:37 GMT -5
Perestan shook his head "I have traveled to fight the white walkers and to learn." He said and then made a pause "I wanted to ask you, if you are not insulted by my bluntness, if you are a skinchanger. I heard some of the Free Folk have that power." He looked at the shadowcat
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Post by Horas on May 28, 2009 14:55:32 GMT -5
A wisp of a smile flits across Rask's face. "I have that honor, though I am perhaps the last of my people who can say as much."
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Post by Lord Lester Merryweather on May 28, 2009 15:11:58 GMT -5
Perestan was intrigued with that fact. This man, Rask, was able to enter the animal mind and control it. Perestan read a lot about skinchangers, or wargs as some called them. "I am sorry about your people. I heard how much men you lost."
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Post by Brown Ben on May 28, 2009 15:19:06 GMT -5
He, and two other Wildlings, had claimed a log to sit on, and had begun a spirited trading session; Knick for nack, curiosity for curiosity. Of course, Erren felt he had come out better from the trading: A polished, two inch piece of "Dragon Glass", a small necklace of finger bones and a Wildling's throwing axe. Afterwards, the trio had begun another pleasurable endeavor: Eating.
Erren dropped his blackened piece of bread into the stew, hopeing and praying that it would get softer; 'At least the Wildman's piss is good', he thought pleasently, as he took another drink from his clay cup. 'Very good!' And with "good" food, and better drink, the trio began talking.
"Of course that is why they look like they do." ... "So I heard. The Targaryens sleep with their dragons." ... "You both and I, once we get back to the Riverlands, you'll try some good Trident fish stew and Green Fork mead." ... "Don't Wildling women all have beards?" ... "Alright, alright, sorry friend." ... "But. Don't they all have beards?"
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Post by Horas on May 28, 2009 15:19:29 GMT -5
"They came of their own free will. They fought well. Those of us left will move on." Rask shrugs, as if there was nothing else to say on the subject.
The shadowcat at Rask's feet stretches and rises languidly to its feet.
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Post by Lord Lester Merryweather on May 28, 2009 15:25:29 GMT -5
The shadowcat really looked like someone's pet, not like the dangerous creature it is. "Do you have any plans to travel south, maybe?"
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Post by Horas on May 28, 2009 22:32:18 GMT -5
"Yes." He turns slowly to face north, a deep frown creasing his brow. "The white walkers did not just kill people... they eradicated life. These lands are dying." A cough racks Rask's frame. "I will go south and find a new place for a new beginning."
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Post by Ser Aemon Tully on May 28, 2009 22:38:48 GMT -5
Theodore nods at Rask,"Aye, I saw almost as many animals as humans under there damned control." He mutters something about fucking huge bears and takes a gulp of his soup."Hopefully the Cult left us something to take care of down there, my guess is that its just a blackened mass though."
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Post by Horas on May 28, 2009 22:44:10 GMT -5
The old wildling fixes his one eye on the newcomer. "This cult." He frowns in thought. "This Thatcher. Is he mad? What gain can any man recieve by the domination of the Others? I had never heard of this cult before we met your host. How did they grow so powerful?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.