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Post by The Smith on Jun 1, 2011 21:48:29 GMT -5
"I have heard of the masks. Old stories though." He frowned, and added, "Just as true as the white walkers."
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Post by The Flint on Jun 1, 2011 21:51:24 GMT -5
Domeric was unsure how to to take that, seeing as they'd just met some of these "Masks." That made them true enough in his book.
"We'd best get out of here while they are still fit to let us go," Domeric said, "The others are probably still waiting back at the bog, if they haven't gone up and left us or done something stupid by now. The Lord Commander, he said you were slain, wouldn't come after you, but some of us got together and did it anyway, more fool us."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 1, 2011 21:57:22 GMT -5
Lance smiled, and placed a hand on Domeric's shoulder, "If we live, I will make you so glad that you did that. Sexually of course." He began to limp along on his own pace, and moved out of the door, with onl a hint of his usually deadly grace.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 1, 2011 22:00:11 GMT -5
"I hope to the gods you mean you'll cover for me while I spent the next week in a mole town brothel," Domeric replied good naturedly. "C'mon, let's go." he lead Lance out of the shed, and eyed the Gold Masks who had guided him as he did.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 1, 2011 22:12:29 GMT -5
The masks turned to look at Sands, "You are a worthy foe. You may leave." He pointed back toward the way the had come.
Lance growled, "Would cut your throat if not for the ache in my back."
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Post by The Flint on Jun 1, 2011 22:15:01 GMT -5
Domeric sighed, and led Lance back through the tunnels.
"Care to share any of the Mask stories?" he asked, "It's a bit of a walk."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 1, 2011 22:32:44 GMT -5
"Augers... live in these barrows... or under them more likely. Hold to the old ways of magic. Live in the dirt." He frowned, "They steal children, and eat human flesh. They wear masks because they have faces of spiders or lizards or something." He shrugged.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 1, 2011 22:34:02 GMT -5
"How come they didn't make no meal out of you?" Domeric asked.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 1, 2011 22:46:25 GMT -5
"Cause it is probably as true as them having spider faces." Lance replied, "I saw one of their faces, and it was just a man's face... basically."
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Post by The Flint on Jun 2, 2011 6:14:55 GMT -5
"Basically?" Domeric asked, as they moved hurriedly down the corridor towards the well.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 3, 2011 19:54:59 GMT -5
Lance sighed, "It was more scarred then a normal face, but not grotesquely."
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Post by The Flint on Jun 3, 2011 19:56:36 GMT -5
Domeric rolled his eyes as they made there way out of the well.
"So I don't suppose you had any time to think about what the fuck they are doing while you were curled up in that box? Are they are threat to the realm?"
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Post by The Smith on Jun 3, 2011 20:08:12 GMT -5
"I am not sure... but they seem hesitant about killing our brothers. It took Dredge stabbing one in the eye before they fought back." Lance said.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 3, 2011 20:10:19 GMT -5
"Aye, they said something about a covenant? Cause they didn't kill any of us either, just a wildling we had guiding us." Domeric said.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 3, 2011 20:14:22 GMT -5
"I think they said something about that... but fuck if I know what covenant." Lance replied.
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