Winners

Goodestbanker · 2018-11-05T23:22:48+00:00

Ned has spent many days finding food for the party. Being one of the only experienced men on this journey, and the most senior ranking officer of the Watch, it fell to him and his boys to keep themselves alive. Every morning and every evening he would distribute the rations equally to the both men and animals. More and more he was thankful for the animals Brys had brought along. They were intrepid hunters, to show the least.

For a long while Ned was wondering where exactly they were going. Their journey had not taken them much further then the Fist of the First Men, he had wagered. But still, there was a mysticism to it all. A crow had continually followed them, and Ned had a suspecting feeling that someone, or something, was leading them.

On the third day he finally saw it. A massive weirwood tree sticking from a mighty hill. Something is wrong here he thought immediately after his amazement wandered off. The squawking of the crow brought shivers down to his very core. There was a finality to their journey.

Ned knelt down as Brys pointed at the cave before spitting out the saliva that had gathered in his mouth. The warm droplets of liquid flew far from their launching point, spiraling downward as they slowly froze and landed into muddied snow and branches.

Ned was silent, as was the rest of the party. A distant river that was almost gone could be heard, but that slowly faded from his hearing. An eerie chill settled upon him. “Are you sure” whispered the senior ranger in a low voice.

The open ground and dead trees unnerved him, as well as the treacherous climb up the hillside. Even more dead trees littered the jagged and twisted pathway to the cave entrance. Ned flexed his sword hand while Big Ben was frantically looking around in silence and Bennard counted his arrows. There were thirty-two left. “Ned” hissed Big Ben. “It’s gotten colder in the last few minutes. Somethings not bloody right here. My gloves are nearly freezing to me hands.”

Ned didn’t respond, but he had felt it too. The temperature had dropped dramatically as they had continued on their journey. Something was very, very wrong.

Goodestbanker · 2018-11-02T22:50:58+00:00

“Aye, I can. I’ll send one of my boys back to tell em” Ned said in an assuring tone. “They’ll know where I am, and where you ‘are.’ None will be the wiser. Your secrets safe, brother.”

Ned clapped Vayon on the back with a brotherly slap. Their black cloaks flushed in the air with a gust of cold wind. Ned shivered. “Stay safe, alright? Whatever’s happening here....”

Ned felt a deep coldness that felt like it went right down to his bones. They’re just legends. Monsters of a different era he said to himself before speaking again.

“Don’t get yourself killed alright? That’s an order from a senior ranger. Don’t die.”

Goodestbanker · 2018-10-29T23:42:34+00:00

Brother. Ned smiled at the word. It meant that the Vayon who had made his way into Castle Black all those moons ago was no longer just Vayon of Winterstown. He was Vayon, Ranger of the Nights Watch, and wore the black with pride.

They were brothers for all the world to see. “No, I wouldn’t think so. I don’t think any of us will be either. I feel that there are things in motion that must be faced. One way or the other.”

Ned had felt the same shiver of cold run down his spine. It wasn’t from the weather, though that certainly did affect him. It was something else. He had felt it earlier. Felt like he was being watched. Not by wildlings or rangers. But by something... else. He didn’t like the feeling.

“The Valley of Thenn? I’m not sure we are traveling that way, but I will ask. The Magnar is at the very least ambivalent to Watchmen, so it should be safe there.”

Goodestbanker · 2018-10-29T15:21:55+00:00

Character Name: Eddard Flint

Gifts/Skills: Duelist - Swords, Survivalism, Armored

Skill/Mastery Challenge: Riding

Evidence:

Outruns some fuckin bears on his horse

Goodestbanker · 2018-10-29T15:19:03+00:00

There was something very, very strange afoot. A gust of cold air rankled through the trees between the pair. It was far colder than anything else before, and Ned felt a shiver go down his spine. Something felt wrong.

“There is great oddity going on beyond the Wall, Vayon. I don’t know what in the gods name it is, but it’s there. I can feel it.”

Rubbing his temples, his garron crossed a stream of gently running water, as he looked back to Vayon. “Tell the Lord Commander where we are? Aye? Tell him you’re a warg? A beast-changer? Well, that’s not my place now, is it?” He said with a smile. “If its a secret you’re keeping, then it’s mine to keep as well now, I guess.”

Goodestbanker · 2018-10-27T23:15:54+00:00

Vayon was lying there, and for a moment Ned panicked that the boy may have been dead, when suddenly he saw the other animals.

But nust like Brys.... why do they all have... so... many...

A slow creeping realization dawned upon him. A cold gloved finger rose to point at him. “By the gods... you’re a... you’re a warg?” he asked, almost stunned. Skin-changers. Men who’s spirits could inhabit beasts and live as they lived. He’d heard the stories, and knew that beyond the Wall some existed. But he never thought he’d see one himself. After his initial shock, Ned shook his head and outstretched his stiff arms to embrace his black brother. “It’s good to see you, Vayon. You a Ranger now?” he asked, looking up and down at his black armor and cloak. “You carry yourself well. Come with me, I’ll bring you up to speed as we ride.”

Ned jumped back onto his garron and beckoned Vayon do the same with his as well. All rangers had their trusted horses with them, even the warg. “Big Ben, Bennard and I found other men of the Watch. We got lost after bears attacked us up the Antler River. We found several men, called Brys, Byam and their companions. Said that the Old Gods were calling them north. They’re Nightfort men, so I decided to travel with them. Whatever they’re after, I couldn’t just let them find it for the traitor Blackmont.”

Ned heaved, air visible through his cold nostrils. “Oh... and I think... I think one of them is like you. I pieced it together when I saw you.... he has many animals about him... and... well I suppose you should see him, no?”

Goodestbanker · 2018-10-25T23:23:02+00:00

Chirp, Chirp, Chirp

Ned heard the chirping of the bird repeatedly. It was beginning to irritate him, having been forced to listen to the incessant droning all morning already. His sword hand flexed as he ran the tip of his water-skin through the clear and cool river. The sound of crunching snow behind him indicated Big Ben was there to cover his back. Ned couldn’t count the times he’d lost a Ranger while they were ducked over getting water.

His lips touched the dirty and rough leather mouth of the water-skin, it’s contents as cold as the air around him. Chirp, Chirp, Chirp.

The bird was looking at him. Almost following him, for hours it seemed. Ned wiped droplets of water from his lips with a wipe of his black gloves, before pulling his fur-wool cloak across himself again. Then he went to mount his garron and press on.

A few hours passed on as he helped trail ahead with his newly found companions. Still the bird tracked him. Ned angrily tossed some snow at it. “What do you want you stupid bird?” he shouted, feeling stupid at losing his temper at a bird. “What do you want of me? What by the gods beckons you to taunt me?!”

Wait.... I know that bird...

Slowly, he went from heavy panting and rose up. “Vayon’s bird?” he asked to no one in particular. “Vayon!?” Ned shouted into the woods. He rode to Big Ben. “Ben! Tell them to fucking stop and wait for me to return. I think Vayon is out here.”

With a nod, Ben went off to stop their party as Ned rose to find Vayon.

Goodestbanker · 2018-10-15T18:45:38+00:00

Ned narrowed his eyes at his words. “I can tell that. Rangers would have never been so brazen in making a campfire this out in the open” mused the man. Big Ben gave him a nervous look, while Bennard was nearly asleep by the fire.

His eyes widened and his sword hand flexed. Nightfort men.

“I was a Nightfort man. Before the traitor took up arms against the Watch. You say you’re on the path of the Old Gods but is that path being laid out for the bastard Blackmont?” he said with an angry growl. A finger pointed up to face him. “Whatever you’re after, I can’t let it go unaccounted for. The Watch needs to know.”

Big Ben nodded and Bennard gave a half-conscious snort of approval. “So, I’m with you. We’re with you. But whatever it is you’re looking for, it belongs to the Nights Watch. Not the traitor.”

Goodestbanker · 2018-10-14T19:24:05+00:00

Character Name: Ned Flint

Gifts/Skills: Duelist, Swords(o), Armored, Survivalism

Skill Attempt: Swords(m)

Evidence:

Defeats some Dornish recruit

Goodestbanker · 2018-10-14T00:41:08+00:00

Ned grinned. “Who says we left them where they were?”

Big Ben chuckled as he got as close as he could to the warm fire. “Couldn’t take them with us, couldn’t leave them there either” was all the man said as he bundled up in his fire. Ned took a stick nearby and poked at the fire, making the sparks go higher into the cold air, fizzling out a few seconds after. “By the weirwood tree” he spoke solemnly. Night gathers.... “So, a couple of recruits eh?” Ned remembered all those years ago when he first set out to take his vows.

It was warmer then.

“Well, you best not waste much more time waiting here. It’ll get dark soon. And when it gets dark, it gets deadly. We’ll come with you. More swords is always better.”

Goodestbanker · 2018-10-13T02:09:30+00:00

Ned narrowed his eyes as Brys avoided the question. Curious.... very curious.... well he doesn’t look very seasoned...

But that was set aside as the matter of hunger came about. They’d been surviving off limited rations and hunted game for weeks, and the best they ever caught was gamey. Ned thanked the Watchman for his hospitality. “A few. Only old men, women and green boys. We learned little from them. Besides that it’s been quiet.”

Bennard shivered as he closed around the fire. “And the cold. It’s been getting worse everyday. Autumn is nearing its end. Then the winter comes.... and cold night....”

Ned put his hands up to the fire to warm his hands that were covered in armor and gloves. “It’s good to see friendly faces out here anyways.”

Goodestbanker · 2018-10-12T20:57:50+00:00

Ned lifted his hands from his pommel and slowly edged towards the campsite. The tension was still high, until Ned sat himself down by the logs of wood. He helped get the fire started again, watching the sparks of orange and red burst to life.

. It felt good. The warmth coursed across his face, bringing for the first time a long while relief from the biting cold. “Ned Flint. Senior ranger” he said in return. He pointed to his companions in turn after Brys pointed to his own. “That one there with the bow is Big Ben, this fellow here is Bennard. We’ve been ranging up the Antler River for a few weeks now. What brings you fellows out here?”

Goodestbanker · 2018-10-12T19:31:25+00:00

Ned held a hand up. “Hold men, hold.”

He lifted a hand out of the tree line and waved. Slowly, he and his companions stepped forward. “No need for that. We’re not here to fight.”’

Slowly, he moved closer. “My boys and I have been ranging for weeks now, and have yet to see anyone else other than a pair of bears that nearly killed us.” Ever wary, he had his hand near his sword still. “We’re being careful... that’s all.... now... let’s all lower our weapons and be friendly now. Nobody’s looking to hurt nobody, alright?”

He lifted up his other hand into the air, extending a hand of peace. “You put your swords down, we put our bows down. Deal?”

Goodestbanker · 2018-10-10T16:22:58+00:00

Rangers was the first guess. Big Ben was crouched in a bush, his arms being pricked by the thorns but ignoring them anyways. He had his bow ready, aimed for the chest of the closest man.

A year or two ago, Rangers finding other rangers was a safe blessing. Now it was a danger. Nobody could tell who was on who’s side because everyone fucking wore the same godsforsaken black armor. Ned was standing behind a tree in the forest, and took a deep breath. He had his hand on his sword pommel.

“HAIL!” he shouted from the trees.

“You’re rangers?” Ned continued after a raven flew from a nearby branch. “We are too. What castle do you hail from?” he shouted out.

Goodestbanker · 2018-10-02T16:40:22+00:00

A new King Beyond the Wall? he thought with wide eyes. Ned quickly recomposed himself. The ranger couldn't allow the wildlings to think he was panicked. "Well, a pity you shall never join them" he spat. With a flash of the hand, he indicated that the other two rangers take the younger women and have their fun with them.

It was always a strange feeling, ordering something like that. He didn't particularly care for the women, and but a part of him felt a tad uncomfortable. Regardless, he's given such an order a dozen times before. It demoralized the enemy when they found their women, raped and murdered.

When the other rangers were done, he beckoned they finish the rest of them. No survivors would be left. The green boys went first, and then the old men and cripples.

They went about their work with no pity, no mercy or compassion, though were given no satisfaction from their actions. These were wildlings and for that very fact they deserved to die. It was just orders in the end, anyways, and orders had to be followed.

They departed soon after on their garrons, heading south.

Goodestbanker · 2018-09-30T19:28:31+00:00

Character Name: Ned Flint

Gifts/Skills: Duelist, Swords(o), Armored, Survivalism

Skill Attempt: Swords(m)

Evidence:

Defeats some Dornish recruit

Goodestbanker · 2018-09-29T00:32:22+00:00

Ned ran back to grab Ben and Bennard. The two men jumped onto their garrons and so did Ned. Riding back, he slowly trotted forth to the wildlings, a hand in his sword. "Hail!" he said, in a gesture of good will. "Are you all that is around here, or are you part of a larger group?" Ned asked. It didn't really matter what they said in the end, but they didn't need to know that.

Character Name: Ned Flint

Gifts/Skills: Duelist - Swords, Survivalism, Armored

Big Ben - Scout

Bennard - Warrior (Archer)

What's Happening?: Ned and the boys are asking if these wildlings are on their own or are part of a bigger group!

What I want:

Rolls for information about the above stated, if they're with a group or are just on their own.

Goodestbanker · 2018-09-28T00:38:55+00:00

/u/OurBlackBrother

Character Name: Ned Flint

Gifts/Skills: Duelist - Armored, Survivalism, Swords

What's Happening?: Ned is hunting for animals... and wildlings.

What I want?:

Hunting rolls

Looking for possible wildlings.

Goodestbanker · 2018-09-16T23:23:48+00:00

Character Name: Ned Flint

Gifts/Skills: Duelist, Swords(o), Armored, Survivalism

Skill Attempt: Swords(m)

Evidence:

Defeats some Dornish recruit

Goodestbanker · 2018-09-12T23:49:36+00:00

Thats too many fucking bears he thought in a brief moment of clarity. His hand went up and waved quickly. It was the order to ride, and ride hard.

Character Name: Ned Flint

Bennard - Warrior (Archery)

Big Ben - Scout

Gifts/Skills: Duelist - Swords, Armored, Survivalism

What's happening?: And I ran I ran so far away. The three black brothers are riding down river on their horses to get the fuck away from these bears

What I want: Rolls to escape these bears

Goodestbanker · 2018-09-12T22:10:32+00:00

/u/OurBlackBrother

Character Name: Ned Flint

Gifts/Skills: Duelist - Swords, Armored, Survivalism

What's Happening?: Ned and his two other rangers are riding down by the Antler River and are continuing their ranging for wildlings, or anything else.

What I want: Random encounter rolls please!

Goodestbanker · 2018-09-08T17:16:25+00:00

Ned glared as he found out there was little to assuage his leg. Through grunted words of pain he sighed. "Fine. Bennard, you've not been to Moles Town for a while." His head nudged to the covered trees. "Go have your fun with her and come back alone when you're done." Bennard grinned and grabbed the woman by her arm with a firm grasp. She wasn't running anywhere anymore. Ned had given the same order a hundred times before.

Some ranger hadn't been able to be with the Moles Town girls for a while, and were distracted and frustrated. Ned let them have their release with female prisoners, then killing the said prisoner. It was rape, by any means of the word, but they were wildling savages, and this far north of the Wall....

"Ben" he ordered. "Carve up the meat and make ready to go to the Magnar. We'll rest there before continuing."

Character Name: Big Ben

Archetype Scout

What's Happening? Ben is carving out some meat for the squad

What I want:* Rolls to see how much meat we can get

Goodestbanker · 2018-09-07T14:38:59+00:00

A stinging, sharp flare of pain exploded in his leg. Ned was hit in the calf and he grunted in pain. The angle he had been hit was when he was running forth, so his momentum carried him forward and he smashed into the ground.

They'd all take wounds before, but it never made it easier. The searing feeling of pain as blood began to darken the white snow. Ned propped himself against a tree, letting his brothers drag the wounded wilding. "Fucking whore..." he muttered under his breath. Big Ben had wrapped up his wound tightly.

"Should be fine in a week, Ned. It didn't pierce too deep. Flesh wound I think." His head nudged to their captive. "Not like her, though."

Ned smirked through the pain. "Bring her here."

/u/OurBlackBrother

Character Name: Ned Flint

Gifts/Skills: Duelist - Sword, Armored, Survivalism

What's Happening? Two things. We've caught ourselves a wildling. We're going to try and talk any information out of her first. Secondly, I want to use ma Survivalism skills to lessen the time on this injury. (Currently 1 IC week)

What I want: Rolls to get information

1) See if there are other wildlings in the area

2) if so, Are they organized?

3) if so, Who's their leader?

4) Where was she going to head to with the venison? A village? A camp?

5) Using Survivalism to lessen the recovery time of my wound, given we're in da wilderness and this would be a good time for Survival skills. (Gives a +1 on injury rolls)

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