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Post by The Smith on May 16, 2011 19:43:36 GMT -5
One of Flint's men is riding along a patrol route. He spots two men walk out of the woods. For a moment all three look at each other shocked, then the two men turn, and run into the woods.
Please create a new third to react to this situation.
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Post by The Flint on May 16, 2011 19:59:02 GMT -5
Jeor looked at the two men, surprised, and then shouted back to his companions, "Get them!" he yelled, as he took off running, unslinging his axe his back as he ran.
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Post by The Smith on May 16, 2011 20:07:34 GMT -5
The two men led Jeor through the woods, and toward the hills. Then they split one running up the hill, and the other following the path, and circling the hill. He can tell the men are wildlings from their clothes, and dirt.
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Post by The Flint on May 16, 2011 20:16:58 GMT -5
"You fellas after that one," he yells behind him, splitting off towards the one running up the hill, and continuing to give chase.
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Post by The Smith on May 16, 2011 20:23:44 GMT -5
The man is running all out up hill. He stumbled twice, and Jeor moves closer to the fleeing wildling. The Wildling grabs a large rock, and throws it at the man, it strikes him in the face leaving a blood trail, but does not slow him down at all.
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Post by The Flint on May 16, 2011 20:25:30 GMT -5
"I'll do you for that!" Jeor hollered, cursing, and spitting blood as he did his best to press the advantage.
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Post by The Smith on May 16, 2011 20:38:04 GMT -5
Jeor reached the wildling and tackled him. It was not until that moment that Jeor realized that Wildling was as much boy as he was man. Thin and spindly, the Wildling tried to punch, but was not match for the Flint warrior.
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Post by The Flint on May 16, 2011 20:39:34 GMT -5
Flint batters him repeatedly with blunt fists and the handle (although not the blade of the axe.) His goal was to bring the boy to surrender, so he might be interrogated.
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Post by The Smith on May 16, 2011 20:42:10 GMT -5
Two shots with the handle, and the boy is too dazed to stand up straight.
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Post by The Flint on May 16, 2011 20:43:28 GMT -5
Jeor rolled him over and grabbed him by both arms, and hauled him to his feet.
"What's your name, what's your clan, and how many men you got round here?" Jeor asked in rapid fire succession.
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Post by The Smith on May 16, 2011 20:44:25 GMT -5
The boy cries out in agony, and mumbles some incoherent words. He is clearly too rattled to talk for the moment.
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Post by The Flint on May 16, 2011 20:45:21 GMT -5
Jeor shook the boy, and then decided against it and stopped. He waited for the boy to catch his breath. "Oi. Answer the questions." He said, when it looked like the wildling might have recovered himself.
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Post by The Smith on May 16, 2011 20:53:11 GMT -5
The Wildling said, "I am Pollux... of the Wind Swept Hills... my men... they are all dead."
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Post by The Flint on May 16, 2011 21:01:34 GMT -5
"Who was that other bugger?" Jeor asked. "With you?"
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Post by The Smith on May 16, 2011 21:04:46 GMT -5
"Hemlock... she is no threat." He replied, I swear for her.
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Hope you all are well and happy.