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Post by The Flint on May 14, 2011 1:17:48 GMT -5
Domeric decided that the proper choice was to follow the bloody foot marks and so he did so, ever cautious, and expecting the worse.
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Post by The Smith on May 14, 2011 1:24:59 GMT -5
They lead away from the village, and back toward the north.
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Post by The Flint on May 14, 2011 1:31:07 GMT -5
Domeric frowned, they'd need the rest of their men to continue onward. He gestured for his friends as were watching from the hills to join him so they might proceed northward.
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Post by Flex on May 14, 2011 5:18:24 GMT -5
Walton was the first to arrive by his side, waiting for his horse to be brought and saddling up. "This ain't like anything I've seen before," He said in low tones, pale from the shock of torn off faces."
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Post by The Flint on May 14, 2011 12:08:14 GMT -5
"No it ain't," Domeric agreed, "no it ain't at all."
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Post by The Smith on May 14, 2011 14:54:00 GMT -5
The rest of the group rode up to them.
Garth said, "What happened back there?"
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Post by The Flint on May 14, 2011 17:41:38 GMT -5
"Massacre," Domeric said, "Whoever done it circled back around and headed north again."
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Post by Flex on May 14, 2011 17:52:17 GMT -5
"There could be any number of them out there, bloody hells," Walton grunted, his eyes searching through the distant thicket. "We pursue?"
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Post by The Flint on May 14, 2011 17:55:29 GMT -5
"Pursuit hell," Domeric replied, "We following 'em, not chasing 'em. Still chances are good its the same Wildlings right? Seems like they'd be our best bet to find Ranger Sands."
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Post by Flex on May 14, 2011 18:07:15 GMT -5
Walton nodded and waited for the others to set off.
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Post by The Smith on May 15, 2011 3:09:02 GMT -5
As they rode to the north, there were often signs of a large band of wildlings traveling to the north. The group was able to keep close to the tracks of the wildlings.
Twice more they came upon the skins of a face nailed to a tree.
Finally they come to a river, and there is a rope bridge across it. The kind with a single rope to walk on, and two to hold on with your hands. The seems old, and tightened from being wetened and then dried.
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Post by The Flint on May 15, 2011 8:02:49 GMT -5
Domeric frowned, "I don't suppose we oughta draw straws to see goes first?" he said.
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Post by Flex on May 15, 2011 8:44:43 GMT -5
"I'll go," Walton said, dismounting and approaching the bridge. "Only problem is we'll have to leave the horses behind. They won't survive on their own out here."
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Post by The Flint on May 15, 2011 9:21:39 GMT -5
"No horses, and how do we get back exactly?" Domeric asked with a frown.
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Post by Flex on May 15, 2011 9:44:24 GMT -5
Walton looked down into a river and then along the embankment. "Are we sure the wildlings crossed here? There might be another cross further along. Maybe a ford, though I doubt it."
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