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Post by Marie on Dec 12, 2009 12:17:12 GMT -5
Benjen turned to the man with him.
"Fetch water. Lots of it. If they are carrying those torches for a purpose we may have a fire to put out."
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Post by The Smith on Dec 12, 2009 12:19:45 GMT -5
The man turned and ran down the stairs toward the wells. There was a mass of confusion below. Septons, and towns folks ran about with very little cohesion.
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Post by Marie on Dec 12, 2009 12:27:41 GMT -5
Benjen shouted down to them.
"Calm yourselves. I want the village elders and the highest ranking septons to gather in the great hall. Hurry!"
He ran down the ramparts.
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Post by The Smith on Dec 12, 2009 12:31:36 GMT -5
Most men seemed to be headed toward the great hall, and when he reached it, he say the chaos he had left earlier now in control. A tough looking short septa was ordering around the men and woman.
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Post by Marie on Dec 12, 2009 12:36:44 GMT -5
Benjen ran over to the septa.
"Well done, my lady. You seem to have found order from chaos. We need to appoint leaders and sub-leaders so that all necessary tasks are accomplished. Will you help me?"
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Post by The Smith on Dec 12, 2009 17:03:55 GMT -5
The old lady shook her head, "You can help me though young boy." She motioned vaguely over to some tattered villagers. "Go into the yard and find the mayor or the Blacksmith... these fools will listen to one of them."
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Post by Marie on Dec 12, 2009 17:12:18 GMT -5
"How am I supposed to know who's who? They clearly won't listen to me."
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Post by The Smith on Dec 12, 2009 17:14:45 GMT -5
The old woman stared down her broken nose at him, "When you have a question it is best to ask it instead of living in stupidity. The Mayor's name is Jon, and the Blacksmith's Adrian."
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Post by Marie on Dec 12, 2009 17:29:29 GMT -5
Benjen nodded and went out towards the yard.
"I want to speak to Blacksmith Adrian and Mayor Jon," he said to every man he passed. "Can you direct em to them?"
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Post by The Smith on Dec 12, 2009 17:34:53 GMT -5
It took three men before he got directions to the Blacksmith. And the Blacksmith groaned, "Jon is dead. Took a spear through his lungs. What do you want boy?" He was holding a large arm close to his body clearly injured.
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Post by Marie on Dec 12, 2009 17:41:24 GMT -5
"Your help. If we're to hold the castle against these invaders we must split our forces and give each group a leader. Will you be one of them?"
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Post by The Smith on Dec 13, 2009 0:34:26 GMT -5
Adrian groaned, and slowly rose, "I will do what must be done."
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Post by Marie on Dec 13, 2009 9:23:24 GMT -5
"Good. Come with me. There's an old septa who is organising things. She seems to be doing well. We will ask her what we can do."
Benjen started back towards the great hall, watching Adrian to make sure he followed.
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Post by The Smith on Dec 14, 2009 0:20:06 GMT -5
Adrian followed behind Benjen easily.
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Post by Marie on Dec 14, 2009 2:31:16 GMT -5
When they reached the great hall, Benjen looked at oncce for the septa.
"My lady, here is Adrian," he said. "What would you have us do?"
He looked about for Leilanna, having lost sight of her whilst he was searching for Adrian.
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Hope you all are well and happy.