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Post by The Flint on May 11, 2011 21:49:42 GMT -5
A small group of Night's Watch head's north of the Wall searching for the First Ranger, Lance Sands.
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Post by The Flint on May 11, 2011 21:52:10 GMT -5
Domeric rode his garron beneath the Wall, the crunch of the horse's hooves in the snow making him even more nervous than he was on a normal ranging.
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Post by The Smith on May 11, 2011 21:53:00 GMT -5
Garth was already waiting with about seven other men, all dressed in ranging gear.
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Post by The Flint on May 11, 2011 21:57:24 GMT -5
"Aren't you a builder?" Domeric asked Garth as he joined the group of seven.
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Post by The Smith on May 11, 2011 21:59:09 GMT -5
Garth nodded, "I am... but I am still coming. He saved my life once, I was taking measurements, and a bear attacked me. He killed it from forty paces with the spear of his."
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Post by The Flint on May 11, 2011 22:11:02 GMT -5
"Well.. Alright," Domeric said, "Never know what might come in handy."
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Post by The Smith on May 11, 2011 22:18:32 GMT -5
Garth replied, "I was taught how to fight just like you."
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Post by The Flint on May 11, 2011 22:22:39 GMT -5
"I ain't saying you wasn't," Domeric said, "Said the words, din't ya. Anyway, c'mon now, we'd best put some distance between us in the wall for they spot us."
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Post by House Dustin on May 11, 2011 22:24:46 GMT -5
Rickard Dustin, a ranger, cut his horse back towards the small party. It had wandered off a bit, as had Rickard's thoughts. He subconsciously tugged at the chinstrap of his helm. He'd not always seen eye to eye with Lance Sands, but he did respect him. After surviving so many rangings with another man, it was not possible to feel something else.
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Post by The Smith on May 11, 2011 22:31:37 GMT -5
Garth rides calmly after him, with several other men.
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Post by The Flint on May 11, 2011 22:34:24 GMT -5
"Now where was it you last seen Sand?" Domeric asked the injured man.
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Post by The Smith on May 11, 2011 22:37:45 GMT -5
The injured man was named Symon, "Three days north. Its why we were so shocked that so many wildlings had come this far south, and normally they run when the see Lance. Not this time."
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Post by The Flint on May 11, 2011 22:39:13 GMT -5
"How many is a lot of wildlings?" Domeric asked, leaning forward over the pommel of the small horse. "20, thirty?"
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Post by The Smith on May 11, 2011 22:42:00 GMT -5
"More like two hundred. They were hard to count as we ran though." He replied.
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Post by House Dustin on May 12, 2011 7:56:14 GMT -5
Rickard frowned as he looked about the party. "Two hundred..." he muttered. "Think it's time we set some outriders to make sure two hundred wildlings don't surprise us. We couldn't handle two hundred."
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