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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Jan 14, 2014 3:18:07 GMT -5
Varryn Targaryen attempts to go Beyond the Wall to locate and tame a likely-mythical Ice Dragon, in the lands of Always Winter. Aemon Targaryen gives him a ride by dragonback to the Wall, and then departs.
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Jan 14, 2014 3:19:37 GMT -5
Varryn makes his way from the Lord Commander's office with a scowl, glancing around the Nightfort before going to the First Ranger. Varryn approaches the man, bowing slightly. "Are you the First Ranger?"
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 16, 2014 23:04:59 GMT -5
The First Ranger had a much more dour appearance than the Lord Commander. A Melcolm of the Vale by birth, he had joined the Nights Watch rather than choose between loyalty to his King and loyalty to his gods.
"Who's asking?" was his gruff reply.
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Jan 16, 2014 23:21:34 GMT -5
"Varryn Targaryen. The Lord Commander said you were planning an expedition soon. What are you looking for with these expeditions, with the wildlings in retreat?"
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 16, 2014 23:27:05 GMT -5
"The Wildings keep retreating because of these expeditions." the First Ranger replied, as if speaking to a half-wit. "We look for more to kill, going out a little further with each ranging."
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Jan 16, 2014 23:31:28 GMT -5
"Of course. How many Rangers do you usually bring?" Varryn seemed interested in the simple questions.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 16, 2014 23:34:38 GMT -5
"That's for the Watch to know, boy." he said, sharply.
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Jan 16, 2014 23:35:58 GMT -5
Varryn shrugged his shoulders. "It's something that could be seen just as easily as if I stood here and watched you ride out."
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 16, 2014 23:37:49 GMT -5
"Then perhaps I should ask you to leave." he replied, tone bordering on dangerous.
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Jan 16, 2014 23:41:36 GMT -5
"Perhaps you should watch your tone. Night's Watchmen or not, you speak to a dragon, directly related to the King." Varryn's hands stayed at his hips, but his blade was inches away, ready.
[Apprentice - Intimidation]
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 16, 2014 23:49:28 GMT -5
"Well if His Grace wants to traipse on up here, he's welcome to." the First Ranger replied in a voice with more chill than the Wall, towering over Varryn. "But I've no time for boys, dragons or not, so draw steel or bugger the hell off."
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Jan 16, 2014 23:52:07 GMT -5
Varryn quickly drew his sword, glaring at the man despite his failed attempt. "You had best hope I don't leave here alive or you will have a feast of dragons to answer to. Let us see how your frozen wall reacts to dragonfire."
[Noteworthy - Long Swords. Not attacking this turn though]
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 16, 2014 23:58:33 GMT -5
Varryn's blade has not even cleared its scabbard, when a black mailed fist crashed into his nose, sprawling him out on the snowy ground. As he wiped the blood spouting from his broken nose, he could see the First Ranger flexing his fingers with satisfaction.
"I serve the realm, not the Crown." he said with distaste. "You're all alone up here boy. Careful you don't piss off the ones that keep the monsters at bay."
[Varryn takes a light wound]
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Jan 17, 2014 0:03:06 GMT -5
"And the realm bows to the King, we made sure of it. You claim to serve the realm, but what of the tens of thousands of innocents who die in the realm while you sit here in the cold?" Varryn pushes himself to his feet, spitting. "You sit here, so self righteous, self important, set in the time of the past when people needed you. The White Walkers are gone, your only mission is to scare off men with sticks. And then you have the gall to act superior to ME?!" Varryn lunged forward with a crazed look in his eye, bringing his sword in a short arc at the man's side.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 17, 2014 0:10:57 GMT -5
The First Ranger had been about to reply, when Varryn came at him with sword raised. Melcolm didn't go for his own blade, instead sidestepping to dodge the strike, raising his fists as if this was a pugilist match rather than a murder attempt.
"It seems your father didn't beat you enough as a child." Ser Aldus remarked, raising a hand to stop the black brothers that moved to intervene. "I'll correct his mistake. You won't be the first whelp I've slapped into submission."
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Jan 17, 2014 0:13:37 GMT -5
"My father is the entire reason I am up here right now. Feel free to send him your suggestions." Varryn stepped forward and slashed at the man's legs, aiming to disable instead of kill.
[Noteworthy - Long Swords]
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 17, 2014 1:05:52 GMT -5
Round 1
The First Ranger leaps back form the attack, out of the range of the short blade, Though, it also leaves Varryn out of range of his fists.
Round 2
As Varryn is recovering from his swing, the First Ranger steps forward and lands a right handed haymaker to Varryn's temple, putting all his weight behind the blow. Varryn collapses into the snow, drooling and unconscious.
Varryn awakes some hours later in one of the ice cells carved into the Wall itself.
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Jan 17, 2014 14:54:40 GMT -5
Varryn grins slightly as he gets his surroundings, leaning against the wall and shaking his head.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 17, 2014 21:23:59 GMT -5
Varryn was left to freeze for a few hours, before the Lord Commander appeared at the door to his cell, a torch in hand.
"What did you intend to accomplish there, even if you had slain the First Ranger?" he asked, clearly puzzled.
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Jan 17, 2014 21:29:10 GMT -5
Varryn looked up at the man when he appeared, blue at the tips but refusing to give him the pleasure of watching him shiver. "I have nothing to live for. My father dying in some damn fools war we had no part in, my brother, murdered by our tyrant of a king. My sister, whoring herself out, mother, as cold as the Wall. My only hope is beyond that wall, and I will die no matter what. I would rather go with a hope in my eyes." Varryn shook his head, slumping in defeat for the first time. "What does it matter to you?"
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 17, 2014 21:36:33 GMT -5
Bolton's eyes held no pity.
"Then you will have your wish." he said, with mock magnanimity, unlocking the cell. "My men have not seen a Wilding in weeks and I fear they will become rusty in the art of tracking and slaying them. It does not sound like you will be missed, so you will suffice. How does a 2 day head start sound?"
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Jan 17, 2014 23:05:59 GMT -5
"That's as fair of an offer as I'll get. What gear will be provided?" Varryn stood, recollecting himself from his momentary lapse.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 18, 2014 0:58:29 GMT -5
"This is not a charity." he replied with a laugh of sadistic mirth. "The gate is open. Your time starts now."
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Jan 18, 2014 1:47:27 GMT -5
Varryn shrugged, expecting as much, and immediately went for the stables, trying to get a horse.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 18, 2014 2:18:26 GMT -5
The stables were, of course, guarded.
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too