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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2009 18:21:51 GMT -5
Three men from North of the wall who each claim to be the King above the wall, host another feast. This one is out under the stars, surrounding many camp fires. Wild music plays and woman and men dance as they drink. No food is provided, but barrels of mead lie next to every fire.
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Post by Horas on May 31, 2009 21:38:07 GMT -5
Attracted by the promise of mead, wildlings from Rask's group slowly begin to filter over to the fires. Late in the night, Rask arrives, his features taut with smoldering anger.
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2009 21:45:30 GMT -5
Lonn "Stick" King of The Golden Cave looks at Rask and waves him over. The Stick-King is tall, old, bald and gnarly. His dominion is roughly twenty men, and they are all kin.
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Post by Horas on May 31, 2009 21:53:11 GMT -5
Rask speaks with one of the younger members of his band for a time, his eyes drifting over to the Stick-King after a while. When Lonn beckons, Rask walks over to the other old man.
Smoldering anger marks Rask's expression, and when he speaks the words are savage, delivered in a low snarl. "What would you have of me, your grace?"
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2009 21:57:50 GMT -5
Lonn smiled, "You going to bow to me now? That is surprising. I did not see it of you. We have met haven't we. Are you already my subject." His smile faded as he studied Rask.
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Post by Horas on May 31, 2009 22:10:15 GMT -5
A snarl can be heard in the darkness somewhere beyond the fire. Rask resists a sudden impulse to run the man through with Gods' Sight. His eye is dark.
"I do not recall having ever met you. It is for the title you've claimed that I hold you in contempt. If you have words for me then speak them."
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2009 22:12:54 GMT -5
Lonn sneered, "I have no fear of you." He rubbed the blade of his large hatchet shoved into his belt. "My family and I would eat you alive. I earned my title by murdering my father, and only the man who kills me can claim it."
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Post by Horas on May 31, 2009 22:17:58 GMT -5
Rask sneers back. "Of course not. Only the wise man fears. The fool is brave in all things." Rask removes his trident from his back. Its black points reflect the firelight. "Raise your axe, Lonn."
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2009 22:21:59 GMT -5
Lonn pulls his axe and attacks immediately. His family moves into aid their King.
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Post by Horas on May 31, 2009 22:33:55 GMT -5
Rask raises his trident, jabbing at the other man's throat. An ear-splitting roar emanates from the dark outside the forest, and something large comes thundering towards the fight. Men and women from Rask's band draw weapons and rush into the melee.
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Post by Horas on May 31, 2009 22:55:34 GMT -5
Rask keeps the point of his trident hovering over Lonn's throat for a second, then raises it and takes a step back.
"Get up," he says.
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2009 22:57:23 GMT -5
Lonn stood slowly, and glared at Rask. He breathed hard one hand clutched to his chest, and one to his leg.
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Post by Horas on May 31, 2009 23:00:18 GMT -5
"A strong fighter and able leader is a man to be admired," Rask grates. "A king is a man to be despised. Which one are you, Lonn of the Golden Caves?"
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2009 23:02:29 GMT -5
"I am both." Lonn spits at Rask.
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Post by Horas on May 31, 2009 23:04:49 GMT -5
The trident lowers slightly. "No longer. Now you must choose."
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Hope you all are well and happy.