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Post by The Flint on Jul 13, 2011 11:57:17 GMT -5
Domeric rested his hands upon his sword pommel as he sucked air, desperate for breath.
"Fucking giants," he muttered, wiping his brow.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 13, 2011 19:04:30 GMT -5
Domeric could hear his men fighting off in the smoke, but could not see them.
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Post by The Flint on Jul 14, 2011 9:13:00 GMT -5
Domeric reached for the bone horn around his waist and gave it a toot, "On me Night's Watch!" He hollered, hoping to get the men brought back together again. He gave it another loud toot, and then scanned the area, sword at the ready.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 15, 2011 6:40:05 GMT -5
A wilding charged out of the smoke and swung his blade at Domeric. The black brother blocked, and his counter disemboweled the Wildling.
The free folk fell to the ground cursing, and wimpering.
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Post by The Flint on Jul 15, 2011 8:30:26 GMT -5
Domeric put the man out of his misery, and blew the horn again, seeking to rally his men to him.
"curse this damnable smoke!" He added, for good measure.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 16, 2011 10:53:46 GMT -5
A man charged out of the smoke at him, and the two clashed swords for just a moment, until they recognized one another.
Bald Harry grimaced, "Hey Dom... where the fuck is the men?"
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Post by The Flint on Jul 16, 2011 19:15:56 GMT -5
"That's why I was blowing the fucking horn!" Domeric replied, "I can't find anyone, killed a bloody giant," he gestured with his sword towards where the creature lay.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 17, 2011 11:17:37 GMT -5
Bald Harry glanced at the giant, "Looks a small one. Not even as tall as a tree." He looked around, and said, "I could hear the horn, but weakly, and diffuse... Fuck me, but I thought you were miles away when I crashed into your ugly face."
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Post by The Flint on Jul 17, 2011 20:07:36 GMT -5
Domeric frowned. Looked like a bloody giant to him. "Its this accursed smoke," he said. "Best we start moving, and i'll keep up the horn till we get an answer."
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Post by The Smith on Jul 17, 2011 21:03:23 GMT -5
Bald Harry snorted, "Sounds like a plan. One of your best. Which way?"
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Post by The Flint on Jul 18, 2011 8:37:35 GMT -5
Domeric scanned the horizon to see if he could make a decent guess as to which way was South.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 18, 2011 19:32:55 GMT -5
He tried to deduce the position of the sun, and then began to hurry South.
He heard swords clashing to his right as he ran.
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Post by The Flint on Jul 28, 2011 17:05:21 GMT -5
Domeric signaled to his companion, and they moved towards his right, hoping to reach their brothers.
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