The host moves forward, and begins to travel across a great plain, with abandoned hunting camps all along it, but the main camp no where to be found.
The maester is passed out on his bed with a half finished mug of beer by his bedside.
Anger flashed briefly in Howel's eyes. "Beg pardon, your grace, but that man is no king. You tarnish the word by using it on him. He is nothing but an oathbreaker and a fool. The sooner he is dead, the sooner the real Night's Watch can get back to defending the realm."
It was a difficult delivery, now it's growing up mean and strong.
Your Best Friend
"I'll get on that." David says as he walks away from his leader.
After he finished meeting with Joramun, David wandered around the base for a few hours, asking around who it was who leaked the information. It took a while, but he eventually found out from a random guard.
"Actually, I heard it was the new guy stationed at The Wall." The guard said as he scratched his head, "Why, is he in trouble?"
"Like you wouldn't believe." David says as he walked away, "Thanks."
edited 30th Jun '12 12:48:20 PM by ShadowDimentio
A friendly flower, and your best friend. He has a knack for funny faces.
Tristifer smiles, "What would you be willing to do to ensure his downfall?"
The guard waves cheerily, "Have fun, Darkly!"
edited 30th Jun '12 12:50:14 PM by deathpigeon
The Maid
Now this Robin did not like... not at all. With all these hunting posts his Rangers should have found signs of the main camp by now...
The plain was lousy ground for a trap... there was no place for their enemies to hide. Still, Robin kept his guard up and had his men march closer together. There was something off about this whole situation. Still, he could only trust his Rangers would find what it was.
If I'm sure of something it's that I'm not sure of anything.
Scion of the Dragon
Maylas crossed the room lightly, plucking the the mug up and giving a probative niff before curling away in disgust. Setting his face disdainful press, he overturned the mug above the maester's head, letting the remainder of the drink splash down onto his face.
"I need this sent" He said airily, pressing the envelopes into the Maester's hand. "The one with the white seal to Sunspear and the other two to Highgarden." The Maester there would insure they got where they where meant to go, if he kept to their agreement anyway. He cocked an eyebrow "Well?"
"You are never taller then when standing up for yourself"
"Anything," was all he said.
It was a difficult delivery, now it's growing up mean and strong.
"Oh yes," said Artos with a practiced, confident smile, "Excellent. Wonderful. I look forward to it. It's well past time that the Night's King has his head chopped off as he deserves and his demon queen is burned to ashes."
Not for the first time, Artos felt distaste rising in his throat like bile. He did not particularly enjoying living and fighting alongside men like Darkeye, who killed so freely and enjoyed the very idea of death. But it could very well be that it was Artos's glorious efforts that ended up securing victory for the North - the true North, not the unwashed rabble living here in the wilds.
edited 30th Jun '12 1:16:05 PM by BornIn1142
As the force moves across the plain, they begin to see a large drop in elevation, and smoke beyond that.
The maester jumps, and falls out of his bed, "...How dare you! You wasted a perfectly good drink!"
He takes the notes, and stands, "Right, right..."
"Good," Tristifer glances at the door, again, before continuing, "Right now, I need information."
"Indeed it is. Now, guard my tent, pretty boy." Darkeye chuckles as he sits down, again.
That sounded suspiciously like an order, but Artos was going to let it slip. He languidly turned around and exited the tent, waiting for Joramun to drop by. He whiled the time away by looting the corpse of the man he'd killed.
"I've told you all I know," Howel said. "I haven't been near the Wall in nearly eight years, your grace."
It was a difficult delivery, now it's growing up mean and strong.
The Maid
"Ranger, might that smoke come from the camp we are going to attack?" asks Robin as he gazes down the drop and at the distant smoke.
If I'm sure of something it's that I'm not sure of anything.
Scion of the Dragon
Maylas turned on his heel and departed, closing the door sharply behind him. There would be more letters to write but those could come latter, before he left. They would have less distance to travel, and he would want to be past The Wall already by the time they arrived at their destinations. Just to be safe.
Starting out at the hall, Maylas glanced both ways checking for any sign of his new shadow. He felt his stomach growl and sighed "I have yet to break my fast, it would be nice if you join me." He told the empty air. His lips curled into a smirk. "We can talk politics."
"You are never taller then when standing up for yourself"
The corpse has an especially nice sword, but nothing else of much note.
"You haven't even heard my question, yet. What I want to know is if there are any ways to go through the Wall that are unguarded?"
A ranger goes out to check, and, when he returns, confirms, "It does appear to be from the camp."
Behind him, Bran says, "Actually, my n-nuncle wants us to go somewhere now. S-sorry..."
Scion of the Dragon
Maylas jumps nearly a foot in the air in surprise and spins to face Bran. He recovers himself admirably in the next next second however and straightens his doublet with a pinched expression on his face.
"Oh? Where to?" Surely the King didn't mean for them to leave already?
"You are never taller then when standing up for yourself"
"Th-th-th-the c-council room..." He pauses a moment before continuing, "O-or, r-really, outside it..."
Scion of the Dragon
Maylas sighed gesturing for Brandon to lead the way.
"You are never taller then when standing up for yourself"
"I..." Howel tried to remember all of the ins and outs of the Wall. "I'm not entirely sure. I heard rumors, though. Many of the older Brothers said there was one deep below the Nightfort, one only a Black Brother could open. It might not be true, but it's your best bet if it is."
It was a difficult delivery, now it's growing up mean and strong.
What am I going to do with three swords? wondered Artos.
He examined the blade closely, first by feeling its balance and then by raising it up and checking the edge. Of course, the blacksmith of his former keep could have shat out a better sword in his sleep, but it was decent nevertheless. Worth keeping, if only to have something to trade. Artos slung it over his back with his other ones.
Too bad the dead man's bearskin cloak stank too bad to take as an extra blanket.
edited 30th Jun '12 2:50:21 PM by BornIn1142
Rodrik and his small personal retinue march through the open gate of Winterfell, and beg an audience with the king.
The Maid
Perfect. Finally the camp was in sight. The low terrain had it hidden which is why they had a hard time finding it. Robin ordered his men to hurry the pace though not to the point where they would be exhausted come the approaching battle.
If I'm sure of something it's that I'm not sure of anything.
To whatever end
The sight of Elrys brought a warm glow into Brysanna's heart. After their father's death, when Mother had turned her away, he had brought her to live with him in his little dwelling. There, as the pale snows gathered around their knees, he had taught her how to fight, and given her his old sword.
Her first battle came too soon, when she was still fourteen. "Never run away," Elrys told her, but she had no other option then. Run she did, until a kneeler cut her side. Elrys saved her that cruel day, and she lived to fight again.
"I've nothing to do," she admitted. "Have you any task for me?"
edited 30th Jun '12 4:05:07 PM by Troliolio
Bran leads the Rose Singer through the castle, dodging through doorways and going down hallways that he had never seen before. Soon they approach the councilroom, and Bran nervously peeks around the corner and watches as the councilmen, and women, file out.
Rodrik is met by the Crown Prince, "Hello, Rodrik. Father is busy, right now, so you'll have to wait."
Robin and his men soon reach the edge of the drop, and can see a bustling camp below, with multiple people standing watch around the exterior. However, there is no obvious way to get done.
Elrys shakes his head, "I'm sorry, sis, I don't, but I would like some company, while I work."
edited 30th Jun '12 4:33:35 PM by deathpigeon
To whatever end
So Brysanna sat and watched her brother work on the sword. After a short silence, she said, "Say, Elrys, is it just me, or is Telvor acting rather odd lately?"
edited 30th Jun '12 4:43:55 PM by Troliolio
Maylas pushed the door open, not even bothering to knock, and strolled inside. Untucking three of the four letters-including the one with the blank seal-from his chest pocket and scanning the room for the Maester of Winterfell. He frowned slightly when Brandon failed to fallow him in, but otherwise said nothing.
"You are never taller then when standing up for yourself"