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Post by The Smith on May 25, 2011 21:39:01 GMT -5
Hearst led them into the swamp, using his staff to check each pool for depth before moving on. Soon they had reached a pool so deep he could not find the bottom. He looked at the cliff wall, and said, "Can you blokes use the wall to evade the puddle here?"
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Post by The Flint on May 25, 2011 21:40:49 GMT -5
Domeric checked the wall, nervous that it would crumble, or otherwise give out.
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Post by The Smith on May 25, 2011 22:00:12 GMT -5
The wall looks climbable, but to avoid the muck it is a twenty foot climb sideways.
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Post by The Flint on May 25, 2011 22:02:42 GMT -5
Domeric sighed, "Alright then, "let's see if this do-able." He said. He reached out and put his hands on the wall, finding good purchase before stepping up to place his feet on it as well.
He began to inch his way over, clinging to the rock face as best he could.
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Post by The Smith on May 25, 2011 22:05:42 GMT -5
Domeric's foot slipped once, but he held on with his hands.
Hearst leaped onto the wall right behind Domeric, "I am suppose to lead."
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Post by The Flint on May 25, 2011 22:10:26 GMT -5
"I thought you were waiting to see the Crow fall before showing us how its done." Domeric chuckled, clinging desperately to the wall, and advancing another foot ever so cautiously.
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Post by The Smith on May 25, 2011 22:13:16 GMT -5
Domeric eventually made it across.
Terigon follows quickly, and scales it behind Hearst.
At the Same moment Hearst dropped to the ground, theres a squeak of panic, and then Terigon falls into the muck disappearing below.
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Post by The Flint on May 25, 2011 22:15:49 GMT -5
"Throw a rope!" Domeric says, futilely. He did not expect that the bog would return the man.
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Post by The Smith on May 25, 2011 22:18:46 GMT -5
A rope was thrown in. And it goes taut. The other black brothers slowly pull on the rope until it comes back out free. No man still holds to it.
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Post by The Flint on May 25, 2011 22:23:35 GMT -5
Domeric sighed, They'd be sure to lose others before this journey ended.
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2011 17:05:23 GMT -5
The men on the other side milled around too scared to cross.
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Post by The Flint on May 31, 2011 19:47:16 GMT -5
"C'mon you poxy bastards," Domeric hollered back, "This is the way! You're only other choice is into the knives of those men atop the cliff! Men of the Night's Watch are not afraid of a little climbing, we walk atop 400 feet of pure slippery ice. Now get over here."
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2011 21:19:45 GMT -5
There was a scream from behind and Domeric, and then a gurgle. Hearst stumbled to the ground with a spear through his neck.
Two men in gold masks and furs stood on the same side of the bog as Domeric, one had a silver spear, and the other stood unarmed now.
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Post by The Flint on May 31, 2011 21:23:06 GMT -5
Domeric drew his sword and put it in the high guard. He stepped forward quickly, to stand in front of Hearst's body, so that the man could not rearm himself.
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Post by The Smith on May 31, 2011 21:29:06 GMT -5
The two men looked at Domeric, "Black blood return to the wall." The men both pointed south.
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Hope you all are well and happy.