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Post by Flex on May 19, 2011 13:29:44 GMT -5
Walton's sword returned to its sheath but his hand remained close. He met Domeric's gaze with a doubting look.
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Post by The Smith on May 19, 2011 22:29:58 GMT -5
As they travel the land fades from wooded hills to a peat bog. Hot springs spew steam into the air making it weirdly humid, and hard to see. Twice they almost stumbled into deathmud, but Hearst steered them around at the last moment.
The set upt camp in the bog on the first night, and with night comes weird glowing lights that move through the dark. Hearst warns them that those are the spirits of the drowned dead, trying to call them home.
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Post by The Flint on May 19, 2011 22:43:57 GMT -5
Domeric nodded. He'd heard that such spirits existed, and would try to call you to your death. He kept himself close to the Wildling.
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Post by The Smith on May 25, 2011 18:27:16 GMT -5
The next morning they gather their supples and rode through the swamp toward a group of high hills. They see a ravine up ahead. Standing atop either side of the ravine are two man-like figures.
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Post by The Flint on May 25, 2011 19:35:00 GMT -5
Domeric stopped, "What's that then," he gestured, speaking to the wildling guide.
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Post by The Smith on May 25, 2011 19:49:53 GMT -5
Herst stopped and said, "Thats them... they must be stop that ridge."
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Post by The Flint on May 25, 2011 19:56:58 GMT -5
Domeric motioned for the men to spread out on a line, as they rode forward, he kept one hand on the reins, and one hand on the hilt of his sword.
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Post by The Smith on May 25, 2011 20:01:00 GMT -5
The cliffs of the ravine are a sheer fifty foot climb. As they get closer they can see the gold of their masks glinting in the sun light.
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Post by The Flint on May 25, 2011 20:07:58 GMT -5
Domeric drew his sword,
"Hail! We are sworn brothers of the Night's Watch. We seek Lance Sands, First Ranger of our order!"
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Post by The Smith on May 25, 2011 20:12:33 GMT -5
The men do not react, simply stand there unmoving.
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Post by The Flint on May 25, 2011 20:18:14 GMT -5
Domeric strode forward, gesturing for his men to surround the Gold Masks.
"Oi!, Did you hear me? We come for Lance Sands. Deliver him to us, or stand side, lest you be slain."
He turned to his comrades, "If we climb up there, they'll slay us one after the other," he looked for the wildling, "Is there no other way around?"
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Post by The Smith on May 25, 2011 20:33:05 GMT -5
Hearst repled, "Might be... the bog... it swallows men alive." He motioned off the trail along the edge of the cliffs.
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Post by The Flint on May 25, 2011 20:36:49 GMT -5
"Swallow us alive it might, but those men'll gut us for certain." Domeric replied.
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Post by The Smith on May 25, 2011 20:49:29 GMT -5
Hearst nodded slowly, and then started walking into the swamp. "Be careful you put your foot where my foot lands." He starts creeping along the cliff wall.
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Post by The Flint on May 25, 2011 20:50:29 GMT -5
Domeric repeated the message to his fellow brothers, and then followed the Wildling closely.
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