The Rescue Party

[The Flint]

"What covenant are you talking about?" Domeric snorted, "There is no deal with Wildlings I know of."

[The Smith]

"It is not for use to betray your secrets." The man replied, "Will you take this man, and return to the wall of ice, and remain south."

[The Flint]

"Yes. We will return to the Wall. But I wish to speak with him first." Domeric said.

[The Smith]

The man nodded, and held up an iron key with rust on it. "He is in there."

[The Flint]

Domeric took the key, and headed towards the shed, undoing the door, and peeking his head in.

"Ranger Lance?" he asked tentatively.

[The Smith]

The door was unlocked, but inside was a large old chest locked tight.

[The Flint]

Domeric scanned the room. Where was the Ranger?"

"Lance!" He yelled again. He looked back at the door. Would the key work on both sides of the door? He did not know why these Gold Masks might lock him up, but then he hadn't understood a word they'd said or what they'd done since he'd first seen one.

[The Smith]

The chest moved, and creaked as something moved within it.

[The Flint]

Domeric sighed, and approached, key in his left hand, sword in the right. He reached down and undid the lid, pulling the top off.

[The Smith]

Inside the large chest Lance Sands lurched forward. He looked up at Domeric in confusion, "Is this a rescue?"

[The Flint]

"Uh... Sort of," he replied, "They are letting us go back to the Wall. What the fuck is this? Who are these people?"

[The Smith]

Lance need help to stand, but he still pulled himself out of the box on his own. He was bruised on every inch of skin, and moved so slowly it made Domeric wince. "Augers... they call themselves Augers." He coughed breathing in deep, "Wildlings I think."

[The Flint]

OOC: do you mean Augurs, like people who see the future? or Augers, a type of drill?

"They said you broke some kind of covenant and that they'd the right to kill you," Domeric replied shaking his head.

[The Smith]

Lance frowned, "When we stumbled upon three... they did not attack until Dredge attacked. The fool." He beat feeling back into his legs, and offered his hand to Domeric.


ooc: Auger like drill.

[The Flint]

OOC: Okay. That made a little more sense when we had to go underground to find them.

Domeric shuddered as he helped Lance stand up, "Have you ever heard of such a people? They aren't like any Wildlings I know, and I've been a ranger for more then a dozen years."