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Legend of the Night King: The Madness of Jorah Snow:

 76 L Mage, Fri, 29th Jun '12 9:50:53 PM from Miss Robichaux's Academy Get RP Mod Relationship Status: I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
Evil Trickster
Maylas cocked an eyebrow, frowning. Nuncle? Surely he didn't believe that.

"Well, I suppose it's refreshing to be spied on so openly." Even the Dornish where more subtle about these things. He frowned, thinking. "I don't suppose there is a way I can shake you is there?" He sighed turning on his heel. "Try to keep up."
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 77 deathpigeon, Fri, 29th Jun '12 9:55:40 PM from Bread, It Is Bread that the Revolution Needs! Get RP Mod Relationship Status: One True Dodecahedron
Kaspar the Friendly Spook
Bran shakes his head, "I'm n-not a spy, and I'm not reporting anything to my nuncle..." He pauses a moment, nervously, before saying, "A-and, I know this castle b-better than anyone, s-so you can't shake me."
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 78 Shadow Dimentio, Fri, 29th Jun '12 10:58:52 PM from The Depths of the Void Get RP Mod
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By 10:00, David had finally gotten dressed and made it over to Joramun's shelter. That's what he was planning to do anyway, but the guard guarding his tent stopped him on his way out, and said there was someone waiting for him.

"Err, sir." The guard says as he stops David on his way, "I know you're busy, but there's someone expecting you."

"Oh hell..." David says as he rubs his tired eyes and yawns, "Who are they, and what do they want..?"

"Well they said—" The guard is interrupted by David.

"You know what, screw it, I'll find out myself." David says as he walks over to the person wanting him, "So whaddaya want?"

edited 29th Jun '12 11:26:17 PM by ShadowDimentio

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 79 deathpigeon, Fri, 29th Jun '12 11:26:55 PM from Bread, It Is Bread that the Revolution Needs! Get RP Mod Relationship Status: One True Dodecahedron
Kaspar the Friendly Spook
Outside of his tent is a nervous looking messanger, "U-um... J-joramun would like to s-see you in-"

He's cut off by someone bellowing, "SCREW THIS SHIT!" Joramun approaches Darkly's tent, twirling his great spear, "I'M TALKING TO HIM AT HIS TENT!" The messenger flees. Joramun walks up to Darkly, and yells, "What's this I hear about an encroachment by the Night's Watch, and why the FUCK am I the last one to know about it?"

edited 29th Jun '12 11:29:09 PM by deathpigeon

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 80 Shadow Dimentio, Fri, 29th Jun '12 11:39:19 PM from The Depths of the Void Get RP Mod
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"The reason I didn't tell you about the attack, Jouamun?" David says as he stands up straight and looks Joramun straight in the eye, "Because even if I bloody well did, you were out cold on the crap beer you keep stocked in your tent when I got the message last night. You are NOT the best company to have while drunk, I must say."

(Good night)

edited 29th Jun '12 11:41:04 PM by ShadowDimentio

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 81 deathpigeon, Fri, 29th Jun '12 11:44:42 PM from Bread, It Is Bread that the Revolution Needs! Get RP Mod Relationship Status: One True Dodecahedron
Kaspar the Friendly Spook
Joramun rolled his eyes before saying, "That. Was. Not. The. Question, you little shit. Why didn't you FUCKING wait until I got up to tell everyone about it! Huh? HUH???"
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 82 daltar, Sat, 30th Jun '12 12:03:26 AM from the fantasy of green. Get RP Mod Relationship Status: All is for my lord
The Maid
Well this was far enough if the fires of the objective were within sight.

Robin looked back at the line of Black Brothers he led and then stopped walking, lifting his voice so that it would carry down the ranks "So, you see it now. Close to home isn't it?"

"That is today's target, Men of the Watch. A whole base hosting a secondary Wildling Force. We need to move fast and hit them hard... but that doesn't mean that we must sacrifice order. If we are to win this day nobody fights alone. We are a large force, we are disciplined and we fight together. Every single one of you have four men watching your backs. Guard them well, for they are your brothers and the only thing standing before a Wildling club and your skull. Now, we march again! Steel your hearts Black Watch for today the day is ours to claim!" Roared the Right Hand of the Night King as he continued his march towards the Wildling camp.

Then Robin called for one of the most experienced Ranger on his entourage to ask him about the area where the enemy encampment lay. He did know the place, but in these instances he liked to double check his information with someone that knew the land beyond the Wall as well as a Wildling.
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 83 deathpigeon, Sat, 30th Jun '12 12:12:20 AM from Bread, It Is Bread that the Revolution Needs! Get RP Mod Relationship Status: One True Dodecahedron
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One of the rangers scouts ahead at Robin's request, and returns soon after. He approaches Robin.
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 84 Born In 1142, Sat, 30th Jun '12 3:47:24 AM from Estonia Get RP Mod Relationship Status: Faithful to 2D
Artos cleared his throat. "Your guard insulted me. Now you have a new guard."

It was an improvised measure, true, but Artos felt pleased with himself nevertheless. Using the wildling right of do-as-you-please, Artos could stick around Darkeye and therefore be privy to whatever plans he and Joramun made, and maybe even get in a word here or there. That is, if he wasn't killed. In fact though, Darkeye's bloodlust was exactly what shielded him right now: people like him could only be impressed by slaughter.

"I hope you had no great fondness for him, " he said, "You didn't lose much, considering how easily he died. I hear there are Black Brothers bearing down on us, so tell me, when can we see some real battle?"

 85 johnnye, Sat, 30th Jun '12 4:49:42 AM from Brighton, UK Get RP Mod Relationship Status: If it's you, it's okay
Rodrik Bolton awoke to the sound of a camp coming to life, and wiped the sleep from his eyes. Much as he hated sleeping in a tent, this morning made an improvement on yesterday's awakening. His anger at that incident was mollified when he stepped outside and saw the guards Lewys and Varamun tied to stakes outside his tent, wrapped in just enough clothing to stop the Northern winter night from killing them. Or so he had thought. The tall one, Varamun, was hanging limp away from the stake, and the icicle formed on his nose told of him hanging in that position for longer than a living man could have endured.

Lewys was leaning back against the post, his face blistered and chapped, tears and drool frozen to his face. Whatever impudence had once inhabited him would have been scourged out hours ago, and Rodrik knew this was the tipping point that would turn him towards hatred or undying loyalty. While his brother might be better at breaking a man, Rodrik knew better than no other how to put one back together.

"I had thought to wake you with a bucket of water, but on reflection it would take too long to chip it off afterwards, " he mocked. "I can see you are a stronger man than your partner here. Yesterday you called me coward — other men would have had your tongue, and don't think I didn't consider it, but the very mercy you call cowardice stayed my hand. Yet I hope last night has shown to you that while I may not have your previous master's bloodlust, one cannot grow up a Bolton without a good measure of cruelty. You have seen out your trial, and seen it out well-" he glanced at the quickly cooling body on the other stake "- and today you will be properly clothed and horsed, and ride with me in my treaty with the King. I treat men well whom I give a second chance, but no man gets a third." He cut Lew down with a dagger, and two squires rushed over to bear the groaning man into the tent.

The Bolton camp sprawled under the wall of Winterfell. Rodrik had never had the command of his House's full force before, and wondered why his brother would entrust it to him, especially on a mission so tenuous. He had chosen his generals, splitting the force into three; his own men would be led by Hard Harald, and his brother's by Lidless Jack — he did not want one of his brother's confidantes in charge of a whole wing of his army, however much Marys insisted they had common cause. The third force was a small screen of fast horsemen, scouts and sentries and messengers. Finally, Rodrik's personal entourage, captained by Horben, whom men called "Horse" for his size and dullwittedness, but whose loyalty and dependability could equally earn him the comparison. Also with Rodrik were the maester's boy, the frozen man being dressed in the tent, and the banner-bearer who approached him now. The Bolton tradition was to flay a prisoner before every battle and carry the hide as a banner, but Rodrik's was an old piece of leather, the remains of a convicted murderer from several years ago. However, today he wanted to make an impression.

"Petyr, there's a man tied up outside my tent. I hope your skills are not dulled from neglect, as I want his skin on a pole when we enter the King's Great Hall in an hour."

"Oh no, m'lord, grinned Pete the Butcher. ""Our blades are sharp"."

edited 30th Jun '12 4:55:35 AM by johnnye

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 86 Troliolio, Sat, 30th Jun '12 7:23:04 AM from Texas Get RP Mod Relationship Status: Coming soon to theaters
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"Well, if that's all, I'll be off now, " Brysanna said abruptly, and left to find her eldest brother, Elrys, who was an armourer.

edited 30th Jun '12 8:03:57 AM by Troliolio

 87 L Mage, Sat, 30th Jun '12 7:59:07 AM from Miss Robichaux's Academy Get RP Mod Relationship Status: I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
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"Uh-hu, sure are aren't." Maylas said airily as he continued on his way, not to try and out pace Brandon-he had no doubt that he was right about knowing the castle better then anyone, he often found it was the ones with the lowest station that bothered learning a place at all. "I don't suppose you know where the maester is?"
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 88 Shadow Dimentio, Sat, 30th Jun '12 8:58:59 AM from The Depths of the Void Get RP Mod
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"Wait a minute..." David says as he takes a step back, "The information about the attack was LEAKED?! Oh there will be hell to pay for this... I didn't tell ANYONE after I got the message. One of the spies must have leaked the information. Don't worry Joramun, I'll make sure they're punished for stepping so far out of line."
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 89 deathpigeon, Sat, 30th Jun '12 11:29:11 AM from Bread, It Is Bread that the Revolution Needs! Get RP Mod Relationship Status: One True Dodecahedron
Kaspar the Friendly Spook
Darkeye chuckles, getting up, "Oh, I like you." He reaches out, and places a hand on Artos's cheek.


As Rodrik marched his men to Winterfell, he could see other camps around it. To his left he could see the gathered forces of House Cerwyn, a tired looking bunch which had suffered the most losses in the war. To his right are the gathered forces of the Crannogmen, who had joined in a tenuous alliance with the North to help defeat the Night King. In the distance, he could see the forces of House Dustin, and House Locke, and he knew that the forces of House Ryswell would be on the opposite side of Winterfell, along with the Stark's own forces.

Lewys whimpers as he is brought away.

Petyr leaves Rodrik to begin the flaying.


Elrys is currently working on a sword when Bysanna approaches him. He waves cheerily to her.


Bran nervously bites his lower lip, "U-um... L-last I heard, h-he was still asleep..."


Joramun growls, and says, "They better be! Oh, and tell the generals, we're off to FUCK THEM IN THE ASS WITH MY GIANT SPEAR!"

edited 30th Jun '12 12:03:16 PM by deathpigeon

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 90 Chrisham 2, Sat, 30th Jun '12 11:31:06 AM from the backseat. Get RP Mod Relationship Status: Hiding
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Howel nodded in agreement, then resumed looking at his hands. They were very interesting things, an onlooker would come to think. The gathered council continued their talk of the North's troubles.

edited 30th Jun '12 11:33:33 AM by Chrisham2

 91 deathpigeon, Sat, 30th Jun '12 12:04:57 PM from Bread, It Is Bread that the Revolution Needs! Get RP Mod Relationship Status: One True Dodecahedron
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The meeting gathers to a close, and Tristifer dismisses the small council. As they are leaving, he says, "Howel? Could I have a minute with you, alone?
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 92 daltar, Sat, 30th Jun '12 12:10:32 PM from the fantasy of green. Get RP Mod Relationship Status: All is for my lord
The Maid
"What did you learn?" asked Robin of the Ranger, hoping for good news but mentally preparing for the worst anyway.
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 93 deathpigeon, Sat, 30th Jun '12 12:13:55 PM from Bread, It Is Bread that the Revolution Needs! Get RP Mod Relationship Status: One True Dodecahedron
Kaspar the Friendly Spook
"The smoke we saw wasn't from the main camp. It was from what looks like a small recently abandoned hunting camp. From where it was, I could see several camps just like it. They appear to make a path to the north-east." The Night King had told Robin that the camp would be to the north-east.
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 94 Chrisham 2, Sat, 30th Jun '12 12:15:20 PM from the backseat. Get RP Mod Relationship Status: Hiding
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"Y-yes, your grace." Howel did another stiff bow and came to the King's side.
 95 deathpigeon, Sat, 30th Jun '12 12:17:48 PM from Bread, It Is Bread that the Revolution Needs! Get RP Mod Relationship Status: One True Dodecahedron
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Once everyone leaves, Tristifer glances at Howel, then the door, then says, "Howel, you are dedicated to the cause of defeating the Night King, right?"
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 96 Born In 1142, Sat, 30th Jun '12 12:33:15 PM from Estonia Get RP Mod Relationship Status: Faithful to 2D
Artos suppressed the urge to recoil, his lip twitching slightly. He hadn't known that Darkeye would be so... affectionate. He hoped to the gods and all that was holy in the world that this was only some sort of bizarre test of character. There was no way he'd stick around Darkeye if it involved waking up one night to find the man buggering him!

Artos kept his gaze on Darkeye's lone, dark eye and kept on the subject. "What's the word then? Is there to be war, or is Joramun still hedging around like he's done for the last ten years? Isn't it time yet?"

 97 deathpigeon, Sat, 30th Jun '12 12:35:26 PM from Bread, It Is Bread that the Revolution Needs! Get RP Mod Relationship Status: One True Dodecahedron
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Darkeye grins, "Battle. War. Fighting. Death. All those shall come soon." Darkeye licks his lips at the thought of it.
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 98 L Mage, Sat, 30th Jun '12 12:36:20 PM from Miss Robichaux's Academy Get RP Mod Relationship Status: I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me
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"Then let's go wake him up." Maylas said cheerily, adventure and heroism waited on no one's sleep schedule.

Moving again at a brisk walk, Malyas headed off again, making several sharp turns and doubling back at least twice in a token attempt to lose Brandon, showing no surprise when they all fail and giving no indication that was what he was doing. Finally he arrived at the ornately craved door to lead to the Maester's chambers beneath the ravenery.
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 99 deathpigeon, Sat, 30th Jun '12 12:38:49 PM from Bread, It Is Bread that the Revolution Needs! Get RP Mod Relationship Status: One True Dodecahedron
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Bran follows the Rose Singer deftly, not even being fazed by the attempts to lose him. However, just before they reach the maester's quarters, Bran seems to disappear.
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 100 daltar, Sat, 30th Jun '12 12:40:22 PM from the fantasy of green. Get RP Mod Relationship Status: All is for my lord
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"So I see... Those must be sustaining the base we are going to attack. The King's information was accurate as expected. Alright then, we keep moving" said Robin as he gave the order to keep at the march... though he also told his men to keep their eyes peeled and sent more rangers to scout ahead of the main force.
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