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Post by The Flint on Jun 5, 2011 17:13:08 GMT -5
"It wasn't much of a rescue," Flint replied. "But I take your point."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 5, 2011 17:20:34 GMT -5
Lance nodded, "I am rescued... lets go." He hurried as much as he could, but his breath came in ragged gasps.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 5, 2011 17:21:59 GMT -5
Domeric followed along behind as quickly as he could.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 6, 2011 20:15:40 GMT -5
It took two nights for them to reach the camp. They snuck up to the edge of the camp on the third night. They studied nine wildlings sitting around a camp fire. Four red beats lay in a mass near four men chained to trees.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 6, 2011 20:26:52 GMT -5
"Gods be good." Domeric whispered softly, "That's the bog-bear I take it?"
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Post by The Smith on Jun 6, 2011 20:42:54 GMT -5
"Four of them... I think." He watched them move, and frowned, "If I were not injured I could take them... how many could you manage?"
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Post by The Flint on Jun 6, 2011 20:44:16 GMT -5
Domeric blinked twice, "Wildlings? Two... maybe three if I can skewer one when he ain't look. I ain't never fought no bog bear before."
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Post by The Smith on Jun 6, 2011 20:52:36 GMT -5
Lance nodded, "Those bears do not climb trees. We would just retreat... eventually they would eat the dead wildlings."
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Post by The Flint on Jun 6, 2011 20:56:04 GMT -5
"Alright then." Domeric said, with a feeling he was going to regret this.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 6, 2011 20:59:35 GMT -5
Lance shook his head, "Not yet... there might be more. You go left, stay down wind of the bears. That is crucial."
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Post by The Flint on Jun 6, 2011 21:01:48 GMT -5
Domeric nodded, and licked his thumb before holding it in the air, to get the direction of the wind before setting off. He drew his sword now, and kept it in his hand, figuring he'd not have the time later.
he began to move round left at Lance's instruction.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 6, 2011 21:04:57 GMT -5
The wind was moving toward him, and Domeric realized that as long as he did not circle the entire camp then he would not cross the wind between the bear. Lance had chosen the more difficult direction for himself.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 6, 2011 21:07:13 GMT -5
Domeric gave a sigh of relief, and continued on. He was crouched low, as he stalked his way around the edge of camp, keeping his eye out for any movement likely to signify wildlings.
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Post by The Smith on Jun 6, 2011 21:20:50 GMT -5
It was not long before Domeric froze because he could hear the movement of another man.
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Post by The Flint on Jun 6, 2011 21:22:58 GMT -5
Domeric scanned the night's blackness trying to locate the source of the sound.
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