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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Jan 18, 2014 3:49:24 GMT -5
Varryn shrugs and turns, heading for the gate, and then through to the other side of the wall.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 19, 2014 18:51:47 GMT -5
The gate closed ominously behind him and the frozen wasteland that was the Land Beyond the Wall lay before him. With the Watch having no shortage of men, the treeline had been carefully maintained, stumps from the Haunted Forest stretching out like a graveyard for miles before the wilds began.
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Jan 19, 2014 19:06:31 GMT -5
Varryn immediately makes his way north, hand on the pommel of his sword and clothes pulled tight around himself, head lowered. He was aiming to reach the strait ahead and then skirt around it, then go west to the Frostfangs eventually, if he lived long enough to even consider it.
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Jan 19, 2014 19:23:26 GMT -5
After an hour or so of trudging along, Varryn started to slow down, looking around for any useful plants he knew about, and animal tracks.
[Noteworthy Survival]
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 20, 2014 0:21:31 GMT -5
Varryn makes his way deep into the Haunted Forest surrounded on all sides ironwood, sentinel, oak, and weirwood trees. He finds a few small tracks indicating rabbits, though little else. His familiarity being with plants native to the South, he sees little that he resembles and less of use in the frozen tundra.
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Jan 20, 2014 0:28:10 GMT -5
Varryn swore quietly as he found about as much success as he expected, wishing he hadn't been in such a hurry at Karhold. He realized with his lack of ranged weapons that hunting would be difficult, and collected a few sticks. He began to try and follow the rabbit tracks.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 20, 2014 20:01:48 GMT -5
Varryn finds no shortage of sticks in the thick forest. It occurs to him that setting snares would be a far more likely way to hunt a rabbit than following their tracks and hoping to catch the quick creatures.
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Jan 20, 2014 20:17:40 GMT -5
Varryn tries to find the rabbit's den, intending to set up a series of traps, including a rock deadfall and a snare.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 20, 2014 20:40:43 GMT -5
Varryn sets up the traps with practiced efficiency, though notices the sun has become low in the sky by the time he has finished. He will need shelter for the night if he does not with to freeze to death.
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Jan 20, 2014 20:42:29 GMT -5
Varryn looks around hurriedly for any suitable shelter, be it cave or otherwise. Were it ideal, he'd have brought rope or string, and bind sticks together for a makeshift wind wall.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 25, 2014 1:53:43 GMT -5
He finds no cave in the dense woods.
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Jan 25, 2014 2:12:56 GMT -5
Varryn figured his luck wouldn't be present today, and begins searching for a less convenient shelter. He'd look for any trees within a few feet of each other, and begin stacking branches against them, facing the wind, and removing errant twigs so they'd fit better together.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 25, 2014 2:14:33 GMT -5
He makes a passable enough shelter and finds that his traps have caught two sizable hares.
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Jan 25, 2014 2:19:48 GMT -5
Varryn grunts slightly in satisfaction, both at the shelter and success of his traps. He quickly grabs one of the hares, choking it to death and then carrying it a distance from his shelter, cutting it open, and throwing it. Returning to his 'camp', he begins attempts at a fire.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 25, 2014 23:20:01 GMT -5
It takes over an hour for Varryn to start a proper fire, the pampered lordling unaccustomed to doing so without a proper flint. As the flames blaze up, he can see the glint of red eyes staring at him from the darkness. Had he not been able to start a fire, they likely would have made him their dinner.
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Jan 25, 2014 23:22:54 GMT -5
Varryn draws his sword and rests is on his lap, snapping the neck of the remaining hare and watching the eyes patiently, hoping the scent of the one he sacrificed earlier would eventually draw it away.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 25, 2014 23:30:16 GMT -5
The beast seemed more intent on Varryn than the hare, though kept its distance due to the flames.
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Jan 25, 2014 23:37:03 GMT -5
Varryn looked around to check if the audience for his dinner had grown, and then began to skin the hare. He looked for any suitable sticks to work as a skewer for the hare.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 26, 2014 0:59:41 GMT -5
He sees two more pairs of eyes in the dark, then five, then eight; though none of them move any closer to the fire.
Varryn finds a stick easily enough and soon has his rabbit roasting on a spit.
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Jan 26, 2014 15:18:35 GMT -5
Varryn grumbles slightly at every pair of eyes he sees, wondering if his camp is next to a direwolf den. "Well, since I'll be having company, I will be a gracious host. How have your days been, assorted-predators?"
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 27, 2014 2:00:34 GMT -5
There was a low growl in response from the pair of eyes closest, which was echoed from the others.
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Jan 27, 2014 11:29:16 GMT -5
Varryn watched the eyes cautiously as he waited for the rabbit to cook, keeping a calm face and posture. "Nice weather this time of year, isn't it? Remind me to find the part of myself that thought this was a good idea and kill it."
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 28, 2014 20:29:16 GMT -5
The dozen pairs of eyes simply continued to watch, the firelight ominously reflected.
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Post by Varryn Targaryen on Jan 28, 2014 21:18:08 GMT -5
Varryn remove a leg from the hare and took a bite out of it, grabbing one of the nearby sticks as he did with his other hand. "I suppose this isn't a bad start. Better than having a White Walker." Varryn paused, and then laughed to himself. "Or a Bolton."
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 29, 2014 4:12:55 GMT -5
They leave him unmolested for the entirety of the evening, silent sentinels watching from the dark.
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too
Jul 3, 2014 12:43:09 GMT -5
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too
Jul 3, 2014 12:43:09 GMT -5