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Post by Flex on May 13, 2011 21:39:43 GMT -5
Walton clenches his teeth and represses a scream, clutching his leg tightly.
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Post by The Smith on May 13, 2011 21:42:08 GMT -5
Walton sees no one around from the bottom of the ravine.
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Post by Flex on May 13, 2011 21:44:00 GMT -5
Grunting he tries checks his leg to see if it is broken or wounded in any way.
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Post by The Smith on May 13, 2011 21:47:40 GMT -5
While in great pain Bolton is able to force himself to his feet, and stand on it. His speed is greatly reduced, and he knows that he can never climb back up the way he had come down.
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Post by Flex on May 13, 2011 21:49:10 GMT -5
Walton curses low under his breath and sets off towards the five huts, checking the ground for any tracks leading away from the "village".
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Post by The Flint on May 13, 2011 21:50:05 GMT -5
Domeric entered the village behind Walton cautiously, searching what he could find, about who had come and done this to these wildlings.
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Post by The Smith on May 13, 2011 21:56:20 GMT -5
The village is empty, but completely burned. Domeric spots something strange on a large white tree just outside the village. From a distance it looks like a face has been drawn on a tree, as he grows closer he can tell that a human face has been nailed onto the tree pointing toward town.
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Post by The Flint on May 13, 2011 22:38:14 GMT -5
Domeric grimaced. It was a cruelty only men knew, to desecrate the body of the dead. Wildlings. He made his way towards the town cautiously.
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Post by The Smith on May 13, 2011 22:41:24 GMT -5
There were no people left in the village. The five huts stand empty, and charred.
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Post by The Flint on May 13, 2011 23:05:28 GMT -5
Domeric looked for the bodies of the slain, if there were any about. If there were not, he looked for drag marks, to see if he could find evidence that the living had been snatched and dragged away.
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Post by The Smith on May 13, 2011 23:08:03 GMT -5
He eventually found drag marks, and following them he found a mass grave just inside the nearby woods. Seven men, and eighteen woman's bodies lay in the ditch, all of their faces had been skinned off.
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Post by The Flint on May 13, 2011 23:20:09 GMT -5
"Fucking monsters," Domeric remarked to himself, as he considered the vengeance that ought to be reaped on one's such as these. He looked for evidence of where the murderers may have gone as after their killing was done.
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Post by The Smith on May 13, 2011 23:27:29 GMT -5
Looking into the woods he sees another large white tree with a door frame drawn on it with charcoal, there is a pathway straight toward it from the grave site.
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Post by The Flint on May 13, 2011 23:46:31 GMT -5
Domeric approached the door "frame" and tried to examine it. Did it open? what was its author trying to tell him?"
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Post by The Smith on May 13, 2011 23:55:16 GMT -5
Closer to the tree it was just a drawing on the tree, he say the path of bloody feet continue on past the tree, and out of the northern pass of the ravine.
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