Todd
The Lance stood as the tallest tower in Castle Black. It was here that Todd sat watching the small black dots run at each other as t… morehey trained in the courtyards. Todd had been sitting alone in the tower for a few hours now. I shouldn’t have left Lartel, only cowards leave their brothers to die. Todd shame had caused him to fall into a deep pool of remorse which he could not escape. Todd sat down on the edge of the balcony, pulling out his steel dagger. He felt the urge to throw it away, as if it were the cause of all his problems. Todd sighed and placed the dagger on the floor, somewhat irritated that he did not have the courage to do anything right. He sat and gazed at the dark sky of gray and brown clouds. A storm is coming. Todd picked up his dagger and began to engrave his name into the floor. T. O. D. D… A sudden voice appeared from behind him, startled Todd nearly fell off the tower from the scare. He turned to see Jullon, the … [view original content]
Todd
The Lance stood as the tallest tower in Castle Black. It was here that Todd sat watching the small black dots run at each other as t… morehey trained in the courtyards. Todd had been sitting alone in the tower for a few hours now. I shouldn’t have left Lartel, only cowards leave their brothers to die. Todd shame had caused him to fall into a deep pool of remorse which he could not escape. Todd sat down on the edge of the balcony, pulling out his steel dagger. He felt the urge to throw it away, as if it were the cause of all his problems. Todd sighed and placed the dagger on the floor, somewhat irritated that he did not have the courage to do anything right. He sat and gazed at the dark sky of gray and brown clouds. A storm is coming. Todd picked up his dagger and began to engrave his name into the floor. T. O. D. D… A sudden voice appeared from behind him, startled Todd nearly fell off the tower from the scare. He turned to see Jullon, the … [view original content]
Todd
The Lance stood as the tallest tower in Castle Black. It was here that Todd sat watching the small black dots run at each other as t… morehey trained in the courtyards. Todd had been sitting alone in the tower for a few hours now. I shouldn’t have left Lartel, only cowards leave their brothers to die. Todd shame had caused him to fall into a deep pool of remorse which he could not escape. Todd sat down on the edge of the balcony, pulling out his steel dagger. He felt the urge to throw it away, as if it were the cause of all his problems. Todd sighed and placed the dagger on the floor, somewhat irritated that he did not have the courage to do anything right. He sat and gazed at the dark sky of gray and brown clouds. A storm is coming. Todd picked up his dagger and began to engrave his name into the floor. T. O. D. D… A sudden voice appeared from behind him, startled Todd nearly fell off the tower from the scare. He turned to see Jullon, the … [view original content]
Todd
The Lance stood as the tallest tower in Castle Black. It was here that Todd sat watching the small black dots run at each other as t… morehey trained in the courtyards. Todd had been sitting alone in the tower for a few hours now. I shouldn’t have left Lartel, only cowards leave their brothers to die. Todd shame had caused him to fall into a deep pool of remorse which he could not escape. Todd sat down on the edge of the balcony, pulling out his steel dagger. He felt the urge to throw it away, as if it were the cause of all his problems. Todd sighed and placed the dagger on the floor, somewhat irritated that he did not have the courage to do anything right. He sat and gazed at the dark sky of gray and brown clouds. A storm is coming. Todd picked up his dagger and began to engrave his name into the floor. T. O. D. D… A sudden voice appeared from behind him, startled Todd nearly fell off the tower from the scare. He turned to see Jullon, the … [view original content]
Todd
The Lance stood as the tallest tower in Castle Black. It was here that Todd sat watching the small black dots run at each other as t… morehey trained in the courtyards. Todd had been sitting alone in the tower for a few hours now. I shouldn’t have left Lartel, only cowards leave their brothers to die. Todd shame had caused him to fall into a deep pool of remorse which he could not escape. Todd sat down on the edge of the balcony, pulling out his steel dagger. He felt the urge to throw it away, as if it were the cause of all his problems. Todd sighed and placed the dagger on the floor, somewhat irritated that he did not have the courage to do anything right. He sat and gazed at the dark sky of gray and brown clouds. A storm is coming. Todd picked up his dagger and began to engrave his name into the floor. T. O. D. D… A sudden voice appeared from behind him, startled Todd nearly fell off the tower from the scare. He turned to see Jullon, the … [view original content]
Todd
The Lance stood as the tallest tower in Castle Black. It was here that Todd sat watching the small black dots run at each other as t… morehey trained in the courtyards. Todd had been sitting alone in the tower for a few hours now. I shouldn’t have left Lartel, only cowards leave their brothers to die. Todd shame had caused him to fall into a deep pool of remorse which he could not escape. Todd sat down on the edge of the balcony, pulling out his steel dagger. He felt the urge to throw it away, as if it were the cause of all his problems. Todd sighed and placed the dagger on the floor, somewhat irritated that he did not have the courage to do anything right. He sat and gazed at the dark sky of gray and brown clouds. A storm is coming. Todd picked up his dagger and began to engrave his name into the floor. T. O. D. D… A sudden voice appeared from behind him, startled Todd nearly fell off the tower from the scare. He turned to see Jullon, the … [view original content]
Todd
The Lance stood as the tallest tower in Castle Black. It was here that Todd sat watching the small black dots run at each other as t… morehey trained in the courtyards. Todd had been sitting alone in the tower for a few hours now. I shouldn’t have left Lartel, only cowards leave their brothers to die. Todd shame had caused him to fall into a deep pool of remorse which he could not escape. Todd sat down on the edge of the balcony, pulling out his steel dagger. He felt the urge to throw it away, as if it were the cause of all his problems. Todd sighed and placed the dagger on the floor, somewhat irritated that he did not have the courage to do anything right. He sat and gazed at the dark sky of gray and brown clouds. A storm is coming. Todd picked up his dagger and began to engrave his name into the floor. T. O. D. D… A sudden voice appeared from behind him, startled Todd nearly fell off the tower from the scare. He turned to see Jullon, the … [view original content]
Todd
The Lance stood as the tallest tower in Castle Black. It was here that Todd sat watching the small black dots run at each other as t… morehey trained in the courtyards. Todd had been sitting alone in the tower for a few hours now. I shouldn’t have left Lartel, only cowards leave their brothers to die. Todd shame had caused him to fall into a deep pool of remorse which he could not escape. Todd sat down on the edge of the balcony, pulling out his steel dagger. He felt the urge to throw it away, as if it were the cause of all his problems. Todd sighed and placed the dagger on the floor, somewhat irritated that he did not have the courage to do anything right. He sat and gazed at the dark sky of gray and brown clouds. A storm is coming. Todd picked up his dagger and began to engrave his name into the floor. T. O. D. D… A sudden voice appeared from behind him, startled Todd nearly fell off the tower from the scare. He turned to see Jullon, the … [view original content]
The stony banks of the Milkwater were rugged, and the water was milky white. It was a peaceful serenity which was disturbed by Niclas’ presence. Niclas rode across the rugged terrain arguing with the voice in his head, losing sleep as a result of the recent happenings. The apparition, going by the name ‘The Stranger’, and Niclas had agreed to travel south and cross the Wall at Greyguard’s basket - ever since then The Stranger had been mostly quiet, until now.
“You killed Kyllan you bastard, not me! It was you!” The Stranger laughed hysterically.
“Oh Nic, it is not I that should be referred to as ‘bastard’ around here. Besides, the boy died at your hands.” Niclas shook his head irritably, the lack of sleep was catching up to his conscious state.
“It was your bloody order!” Niclas was sure that if The Stranger had a face, it would be grinning.
“Well of course it was. I needed to test if everything worked the way it should have, and it did. Although I would have preferred to have hosted a body that was more… Oh how do I say this? Submitting.” The word made Niclas anger, which was no doubt what The Stranger wanted.
Niclas pulled his garron to a halt and dismounted. He scrambled over the unstable boulders until he found himself knee deep in the Milkwater. Niclas unsheathed Frostbite and placed the blade straight down in the water. The Stranger had gone silent. Niclas took a deep breath and searched his thoughts.
“I am Niclas Stone, First Ranger of the Night’s Watch. I have sworn an oath to live and die at my post. To be the sword in the darkness, the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light-” Niclas’ legs began to freeze in the milky white flowing water. His hands were trembling as the blood in his body tried to heat every limb. Frostbite fell out of his hands, disappearing into the white body of water.
“Your oaths are against you, brother. You have no sword to wield in the darkness. You stand nowhere near a wall. The fire that burns in you has no power over the cold. Though, at the rate you’re going you will die at your pathetic post.” Niclas’ knees gave way and he fell into the murky white embodiment of water. Frostbite glistened in the sun that shone above, though gave no heat.
“It is clear you have grown to weak to go on. As much as I had hoped that we would truly become on, my pride has blinded me. I now understand that we cannot, so I must take control.” Niclas’ head began to ache, his body shaking under the intense pressure of the water.
Niclas started to scream, feeling as if his head was going to implode. His vision was blurred, an aura was all he could see in the whitened surroundings. The air in his old lungs were gasping, desperately searching for air. Niclas grabbed Frostbite and quickly pulled himself out of the water, the world was spinning around him. He slowly walked to the stony shore, feeling like he was in a drunken stupor. Niclas fell on his knees and fell on his back, the taste of vomit entering his mouth. Niclas stared at the cloudy sky which span around him until his vision was clouded in darkness.
“Goodbye Niclas. Hello Stranger.”
-
Niclas’ body lay unconscious on its side. The Milkwater had risen and was now lapping at his feet, his Garron stood over him and licked his face. The figure slowly regained consciousness, feeling the wet slobber on his right cheek. He covered his face and stared up at the horse, smiling.
“Hello horsey.” He grinned, then helped himself up. Frostbite stood tall in between two stones, the cold steel was wet and glistening in the now clear sky.
He grinned and walked over to the sword, though when he tried to touch it he was knocked back. Bugger, I must have put poor old Niclas into the damned sword. Oh well. The Stranger clenched his hands repeatedly and stretched his legs. He cracked his neck and smirked. This old crone still has some kick left in him. He knelt in front of Frostbite.
“Well Niclas, I’m sorry it came to this old brother but you left me no choice. Once my mission is over, I promise I will come back for-” An icy point touched the The Stranger’s neck. He turned to see five wildlings, one was an attractive young woman: long curly brown hair with blonde strands, icy blue eyes.
“Why hello beautiful.” The Stranger grinned, though received a slash on the cheek from the wildling holding the spear. The beautiful wildling spoke up, clearly stating herself as the leader of the small group.
“What are you doing this far in the North, black crow? And why are you talking to a sword.” The young woman tried to avoid The Stranger’s glare, though failed miserably.
“Well my lady, I am actually heading home. And as for the sword… Well let’s just say there’s more to it than what meets the eye.” The Stranger cleared his throat. “Enough of that nonsense, perhaps it is time for introductions. I am The Stranger, and you are…” The point of the spear started to cut into his throat. The young lass’ seemed to be annoyed by this small talk.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you now, crow.” The Stranger raised his eyebrows.
“Well, that is one large name. May I call you Princess instead?” The wildling cheeks grew red, though out of anger. She unsheathed her short sword and knelt down to his level, placing her sword at his throat.
“I’m growing tired of your games, crow. Last chance.” The wildling with the spear had backed off. The Stranger could feel the girl’s dagger that was hidden in her boot. He could easily kill the girl and the rest if he wanted to.
“Well the truth is there is no good reason to keep me alive. May I ask, just before you kill me, what is your real name?” The girl let out a small grin.
“Carley Winter of the Ice River Clans.” Niclas tried to nod, though the blade began to dig into his skin so he stopped.
“Very well, Carley Winter of the Ice River Clans. I like you, so I will kill you last.” The Stranger grinned, and before Carley knew what had happened she was on the ground and her dagger was in her enemy’s hand.
The Stranger flung the dagger at the widling with the spear, piercing him in the eye. A young man swung his axe down at him, but was quickly disarmed. The Stranger bashed his head into a sharp rock on the ground. The two wildlings remaining had a spear and a sword. The one with the spear tried to lunch at him, though The Stranger caught the spear and swung the man around - using him as a shield when the wildling swung his sword at him. His body shield fell to the ground with his organs spilling out, the man who had committed the deed stared at the man in a horrified shock. The Stranger tightened his grip on the axe and lodged it into the man’s chest. The last living wildling was Carley Winter, who was still on the ground trying to figure out what had just happened. The Stranger walked over to the widling with the dagger in his eye, he pulled it out and slit the boy’s throat. Finally, he walked over to Carley. The girl was beginning to get up, but was quickly knocked back down with a kick to the ribs. The Stranger climbed ontop of her, pinning her arms down with his legs. He hovered the dagger over the girl’s left eye.
“It would seem you’re the last one left. Now, you give me a good reason for why I should let you live.” The girl began to tear up, The Stranger caressed Carley’s face. “Now now Carley, cheer up. You gave me a chance, I’m giving you one.” He smiled and stared down into Carley’s icy blue eyes. She was young, perhaps in her early twenties.
“I-I could take you back to our clan. If you killed the chief the clan would be yours.” The Stranger weighed the options. Army or death.
“Sorry love, an army would just cause too much attention. Though there is one thing you could give me, something I haven’t experience in a long long time.” Carley’s eyes widened, fear haunted her beautiful eyes.
“I-I-I’m a v-virgin…” The Stranger sickly grinned.
“Well this could be the experience of your life, if you would only say yes. It’s your life Carley, choose wisely.”
CHOOSE FOR CARLEY: [Accept his deal - live] [Deny him - die]
Niclas
The stony banks of the Milkwater were rugged, and the water was milky white. It was a peaceful serenity which was disturbed by Nic… morelas’ presence. Niclas rode across the rugged terrain arguing with the voice in his head, losing sleep as a result of the recent happenings. The apparition, going by the name ‘The Stranger’, and Niclas had agreed to travel south and cross the Wall at Greyguard’s basket - ever since then The Stranger had been mostly quiet, until now.
“You killed Kyllan you bastard, not me! It was you!” The Stranger laughed hysterically.
“Oh Nic, it is not I that should be referred to as ‘bastard’ around here. Besides, the boy died at your hands.” Niclas shook his head irritably, the lack of sleep was catching up to his conscious state.
“It was your bloody order!” Niclas was sure that if The Stranger had a face, it would be grinning.
“Well of course it was. I needed to test if everything worked the way it should … [view original content]
Yeah, it is I felt like I wasn't giving the antagonist's in the story a very disgusting vibe yet. So why not give it to a dead ghost? XD Sadly he gets what he wants in the end anyway, this just decides whether Carley lives or dies. After all, a dead man/woman cannot give their consent...
Ah, damn... this is hard choice to make, but well.. better to live than be dead... when she will be alive, she can repay him for that later on... especially with such hater after what he did to her.
Niclas
The stony banks of the Milkwater were rugged, and the water was milky white. It was a peaceful serenity which was disturbed by Nic… morelas’ presence. Niclas rode across the rugged terrain arguing with the voice in his head, losing sleep as a result of the recent happenings. The apparition, going by the name ‘The Stranger’, and Niclas had agreed to travel south and cross the Wall at Greyguard’s basket - ever since then The Stranger had been mostly quiet, until now.
“You killed Kyllan you bastard, not me! It was you!” The Stranger laughed hysterically.
“Oh Nic, it is not I that should be referred to as ‘bastard’ around here. Besides, the boy died at your hands.” Niclas shook his head irritably, the lack of sleep was catching up to his conscious state.
“It was your bloody order!” Niclas was sure that if The Stranger had a face, it would be grinning.
“Well of course it was. I needed to test if everything worked the way it should … [view original content]
I'm planning on ending it in about 5 or so... If it's that bad I can end it now ;P
But yeah, five more. In order that is Niclas, Thomyr, Jorge, Jared and Kaiden. Then we'll go back to the Invasion for a little while.
Haha I know, don't stress. The ending to this chapter won't be that special, but the beginning to the next chapter will be rather major for some of the characters. We can already see how well it is going for Niclas. Mainly Chapter 1 is a bit of an entree, the main course is coming soon.
[Deny him - die] If it's gonna be a main antagonist, make it the worst creation in the world - enemy to Night's Watch, opponent to wildlings - that would be awesome!
Niclas
The stony banks of the Milkwater were rugged, and the water was milky white. It was a peaceful serenity which was disturbed by Nic… morelas’ presence. Niclas rode across the rugged terrain arguing with the voice in his head, losing sleep as a result of the recent happenings. The apparition, going by the name ‘The Stranger’, and Niclas had agreed to travel south and cross the Wall at Greyguard’s basket - ever since then The Stranger had been mostly quiet, until now.
“You killed Kyllan you bastard, not me! It was you!” The Stranger laughed hysterically.
“Oh Nic, it is not I that should be referred to as ‘bastard’ around here. Besides, the boy died at your hands.” Niclas shook his head irritably, the lack of sleep was catching up to his conscious state.
“It was your bloody order!” Niclas was sure that if The Stranger had a face, it would be grinning.
“Well of course it was. I needed to test if everything worked the way it should … [view original content]
Niclas
The stony banks of the Milkwater were rugged, and the water was milky white. It was a peaceful serenity which was disturbed by Nic… morelas’ presence. Niclas rode across the rugged terrain arguing with the voice in his head, losing sleep as a result of the recent happenings. The apparition, going by the name ‘The Stranger’, and Niclas had agreed to travel south and cross the Wall at Greyguard’s basket - ever since then The Stranger had been mostly quiet, until now.
“You killed Kyllan you bastard, not me! It was you!” The Stranger laughed hysterically.
“Oh Nic, it is not I that should be referred to as ‘bastard’ around here. Besides, the boy died at your hands.” Niclas shook his head irritably, the lack of sleep was catching up to his conscious state.
“It was your bloody order!” Niclas was sure that if The Stranger had a face, it would be grinning.
“Well of course it was. I needed to test if everything worked the way it should … [view original content]
That is a truly sadistic choice However, I don't think the Stranger would just rape her for fun. I guess he follows a plan with this and accepting his deal would be helping him. I have seen Rosemary's Baby enough times to have a general idea where this might be heading.
Niclas
The stony banks of the Milkwater were rugged, and the water was milky white. It was a peaceful serenity which was disturbed by Nic… morelas’ presence. Niclas rode across the rugged terrain arguing with the voice in his head, losing sleep as a result of the recent happenings. The apparition, going by the name ‘The Stranger’, and Niclas had agreed to travel south and cross the Wall at Greyguard’s basket - ever since then The Stranger had been mostly quiet, until now.
“You killed Kyllan you bastard, not me! It was you!” The Stranger laughed hysterically.
“Oh Nic, it is not I that should be referred to as ‘bastard’ around here. Besides, the boy died at your hands.” Niclas shook his head irritably, the lack of sleep was catching up to his conscious state.
“It was your bloody order!” Niclas was sure that if The Stranger had a face, it would be grinning.
“Well of course it was. I needed to test if everything worked the way it should … [view original content]
Niclas
The stony banks of the Milkwater were rugged, and the water was milky white. It was a peaceful serenity which was disturbed by Nic… morelas’ presence. Niclas rode across the rugged terrain arguing with the voice in his head, losing sleep as a result of the recent happenings. The apparition, going by the name ‘The Stranger’, and Niclas had agreed to travel south and cross the Wall at Greyguard’s basket - ever since then The Stranger had been mostly quiet, until now.
“You killed Kyllan you bastard, not me! It was you!” The Stranger laughed hysterically.
“Oh Nic, it is not I that should be referred to as ‘bastard’ around here. Besides, the boy died at your hands.” Niclas shook his head irritably, the lack of sleep was catching up to his conscious state.
“It was your bloody order!” Niclas was sure that if The Stranger had a face, it would be grinning.
“Well of course it was. I needed to test if everything worked the way it should … [view original content]
Niclas
The stony banks of the Milkwater were rugged, and the water was milky white. It was a peaceful serenity which was disturbed by Nic… morelas’ presence. Niclas rode across the rugged terrain arguing with the voice in his head, losing sleep as a result of the recent happenings. The apparition, going by the name ‘The Stranger’, and Niclas had agreed to travel south and cross the Wall at Greyguard’s basket - ever since then The Stranger had been mostly quiet, until now.
“You killed Kyllan you bastard, not me! It was you!” The Stranger laughed hysterically.
“Oh Nic, it is not I that should be referred to as ‘bastard’ around here. Besides, the boy died at your hands.” Niclas shook his head irritably, the lack of sleep was catching up to his conscious state.
“It was your bloody order!” Niclas was sure that if The Stranger had a face, it would be grinning.
“Well of course it was. I needed to test if everything worked the way it should … [view original content]
Niclas
The stony banks of the Milkwater were rugged, and the water was milky white. It was a peaceful serenity which was disturbed by Nic… morelas’ presence. Niclas rode across the rugged terrain arguing with the voice in his head, losing sleep as a result of the recent happenings. The apparition, going by the name ‘The Stranger’, and Niclas had agreed to travel south and cross the Wall at Greyguard’s basket - ever since then The Stranger had been mostly quiet, until now.
“You killed Kyllan you bastard, not me! It was you!” The Stranger laughed hysterically.
“Oh Nic, it is not I that should be referred to as ‘bastard’ around here. Besides, the boy died at your hands.” Niclas shook his head irritably, the lack of sleep was catching up to his conscious state.
“It was your bloody order!” Niclas was sure that if The Stranger had a face, it would be grinning.
“Well of course it was. I needed to test if everything worked the way it should … [view original content]
Niclas
The stony banks of the Milkwater were rugged, and the water was milky white. It was a peaceful serenity which was disturbed by Nic… morelas’ presence. Niclas rode across the rugged terrain arguing with the voice in his head, losing sleep as a result of the recent happenings. The apparition, going by the name ‘The Stranger’, and Niclas had agreed to travel south and cross the Wall at Greyguard’s basket - ever since then The Stranger had been mostly quiet, until now.
“You killed Kyllan you bastard, not me! It was you!” The Stranger laughed hysterically.
“Oh Nic, it is not I that should be referred to as ‘bastard’ around here. Besides, the boy died at your hands.” Niclas shook his head irritably, the lack of sleep was catching up to his conscious state.
“It was your bloody order!” Niclas was sure that if The Stranger had a face, it would be grinning.
“Well of course it was. I needed to test if everything worked the way it should … [view original content]
Alright, vote closed. I apologise for forcing you lot to hold this heavy burden on your shoulders, but it is all over now. Carley will deny him and die. Unfortunately, she will become a wight after her death. So perhaps letting her live was a better idea, perhaps not.
The sky was dark and full of clouds, the sun was setting in the distance. Thomyr looked down at his bound hands, the rope was beginning to chafe through his wrists. Jorald was tied to the horse that belonged to Charles Black, the crow with the dark steel sword. Thomyr was tied behind the other black crow’s horse. The two had been walking non-stop for the past three days, their meals consisted of one onion and dried tomato a day. Thomyr glared at Charles, who held the bag of ripe fruits and vegetables. Jorald spat.
“You crow’s have been feeding us shit for three fucking days, give us some real food!” Jorald found himself face first in the mud when Charles pushed his garron to a canter. Asshole. The young man laughed.
“Enough Charles, the horses are tired enough as it is. Let’s just get these wildlings back to Castle Black.” Ser Ulrich sounded tired and bored.
“They’re slowing us down Ulrich, we should just kill them already. We could be back at Castle Black by nightfall.” Ser Ulrich lazily shook his head.
“Odin wanted them interrogated, I will not question his authority.” Charles snorted.
“Authority my ass. That old crone isn’t here now, is he? Besides, what would Kegan want with two wildlings anyway? Seems to me Odin has got a soft spot.” Ser Ulrich pulled his horse to a halt, his face was red with anger.
“House Black has been a great supporter of the Night’s Watch for thousands of years. Even giving up their own home - Castle Black - to the cause of the Night’s Watch. Tell me, when did they start giving birth to little shits with no respect for another brother’s honour?” Charles lowered his head, partly ashamed.
Jorald looked over to Thomyr, who shrugged in response. The young man with short black hair and short beard continued to slowly ride on, Ser Ulrich’s horse stayed stationary however. Jorald slowly kept walking on, his legs tired and aching. Once they were out of view, Ser Ulrich dismounted his horse and approached Thomyr. His large ancestral greatsword sheathed to his back. He pulled out a dagger and stopped in front of Thomyr.
“He’s right you know. The two of you are slowing us down, making us bait. I don’t want to kill you, but if it comes to the decision between the life of you and me, you know where this dagger will be.” Thomyr nodded, holding a calm and straight face. The tall man with silver hair and violet eyes stood over Thomyr, gazing down at him with curiosity. Thomyr did not know whether to appear brave or afraid, he chose the former. Ser Ulrich grabbed Thomyr’s binds and cut them loose. “Do not make me regret this.” The man turned and mounted his horse, beginning to ride away.
Thomyr grabbed his sore and red wrists. The rope had chafed and left red burns over his wrists. Nothing that won’t heal in time. Thomyr looked up at the sky, the clouds were a light brown. Thomyr looked over to the Frostfangs, where he could now see the clouds releasing their heavy rain on the harsh rock formation. The rain slowly moved towards Thomyr’s position, growing louder and harsher by the minute. Thomyr turned and ran, trying to catch up to Ser Ulrich and the others.
The two black crows sat arguing as they rode side-by-side. Jorald was still tied behind Charles’ horse, though now he was barely walking.
“Just cut him loose Charles.” Charles spat and shook his head.
“You’re as bad as Odin, brother. If we all followed your example, the wildlings would have crossed the wall and pillaged our lands back at the times of Joramun and the Night’s King!” The two stopped and continued to argue.
Thomyr looked up to the sky, the was getting darker. Thomyr stared at the rain again, this time he grew worried. The rain seemed larger than usual, and when it landed on the trees he heard loud noises. Thomyr stared intently, That’s not rain, it’s hail! Thomyr quickly ran to Ser Ulrich and Charles Black.
“We need to find cover, now!” Charles looked at Thomyr and kicked him in the jaw.
“Get back in your place wildling.” Thomyr fell to the ground, staring at the raining death that was almost upon them. Charles’ horse continued to walk, Ser Ulrich began to move his until a giant rock of ice landed in front of him.
“Seven Hells!” His horse stood on its rear legs and bucked the knight off. The horse also fell and landed atop of the knight.
Thomyr turned and looked to Charles’ steed, which was now in a panic. Thomyr ran to Jorald to try and free him of his binds, but before he could reach him a block of frozen ice fell at an angle which took off his head.
“JORALD” The decapitated man fell to the ground, before Thomyr could grab him Charles’ horse began to gallop away - taking Jorald’s corpse with it. Charles had been bucked off and lay unconscious.
Giant rocks of ice began to fall all around them, Thomyr desperately searched for shelter. In the distance he saw a dark hole in the ground. A cave! Thomyr looked over to Ser Ulrich, who was conscious and in pain. He was pinned to the ground as his dead horse lay atop of him. Thomyr rushed over to him, dodging the falling ice as best as he could. He tried to pull the man out, but it was no good.
“Go! Save yourself!” Ser Ulrich screamed at him, Thomyr shook his head. He used all his strength to lift the horse enough for Ulrich to crawl out.
“MOVE!” Thomyr managed to say, desperately trying to hold the dead weight of the dead horse.
Ser Ulrich pulled himself out, though when he tried to get up he fell back to the ground. Thomyr looked at his leg, his foot was twisted back. Thomyr ran to the man and hurled him over his shoulder, he began to run for the cave. The ice rained down on them like a volley of arrows. Branches were broken off the trunks of trees flung towards Thomyr. The two managed to safely get to the shelter of the small cave. Thomyr gently sat the knight on a rock as far in the mouth of the cave as he could go. Ser Ulrich looked up at him with worry haunting his face.
“Charles is still out there.” Thomyr frowned. The look on the grown man’s eyes made Thomyr hesitate, but obey the man’s will.
Thomyr climbed out of the mouth of the cave and ran back to where Charles had been. The horse that Ser Ulrich was pinned under was a bloody mess. Charles lay in the protection of a fallen tree, though his food bag was out in the open path. The chance of getting them both seemed slim, and Thomyr did not know how long the storm would hold up for. Thomyr took cover behind a tree as the hail storm seemed to rain down harder than before. Thomyr looked at Charles, and then the food bag. It’s my life, or his.
[Save Charles] [Save the food] [Run back empty handed]
Not the best part of the story. This is mainly just to decide what kind of character Thomyr will be, also to show that the autumn storm is affecting everyone.
Thomyr
The sky was dark and full of clouds, the sun was setting in the distance. Thomyr looked down at his bound hands, the rope was begi… morenning to chafe through his wrists. Jorald was tied to the horse that belonged to Charles Black, the crow with the dark steel sword. Thomyr was tied behind the other black crow’s horse. The two had been walking non-stop for the past three days, their meals consisted of one onion and dried tomato a day. Thomyr glared at Charles, who held the bag of ripe fruits and vegetables. Jorald spat.
“You crow’s have been feeding us shit for three fucking days, give us some real food!” Jorald found himself face first in the mud when Charles pushed his garron to a canter. Asshole. The young man laughed.
“Enough Charles, the horses are tired enough as it is. Let’s just get these wildlings back to Castle Black.” Ser Ulrich sounded tired and bored.
“They’re slowing us down Ulrich, we should just kill them already.… [view original content]
Thomyr
The sky was dark and full of clouds, the sun was setting in the distance. Thomyr looked down at his bound hands, the rope was begi… morenning to chafe through his wrists. Jorald was tied to the horse that belonged to Charles Black, the crow with the dark steel sword. Thomyr was tied behind the other black crow’s horse. The two had been walking non-stop for the past three days, their meals consisted of one onion and dried tomato a day. Thomyr glared at Charles, who held the bag of ripe fruits and vegetables. Jorald spat.
“You crow’s have been feeding us shit for three fucking days, give us some real food!” Jorald found himself face first in the mud when Charles pushed his garron to a canter. Asshole. The young man laughed.
“Enough Charles, the horses are tired enough as it is. Let’s just get these wildlings back to Castle Black.” Ser Ulrich sounded tired and bored.
“They’re slowing us down Ulrich, we should just kill them already.… [view original content]
Kaiden awoke to the sound of yelps and wails coming from the man being tortured beside him. Kaiden’s hands and feet were tied, he looked up to see Odin being beaten by a young wildling around his age: he wore a direwolf head. After a final punch, Odin spat out blood and looked the boy in the eyes.
“Why don’t you crawl back to your cot and send someone with more experience to finish the job. You’ll get nothing from me, boy.” Anger and rage filled the young man’s eyes. He began to kick Odin in the ribs out of frustration.
“Hey, fuckwit! If you want a fight, untie the old man and he’ll give you one. Or are all wildlings this craven?” The young wildling halted and looked over at Kaiden, who wore a mocking grin. He walked over to Kaiden and kicked him in the jaw, making him fall to the ground in pain.
“Watch your mouth, crow. You’re in Nightrunner territory now.” Pain thrusted through Kaiden’s jaw and mouth. The young wildling stormed out of the tent, clearly infuriated.
Kaiden pulled himself up, his jaw still throbbing. He looked over to Odin, who was fiddling around with his hands and staring to the ground. Kaiden rolled onto his back and observed the tight bounds on his ankles. If only I had something sharp to cut these binds. Kaiden wriggled and squirmed until he got himself into a comfortable sitting position. He looked over to Odin, who still seemed to be fiddling with something though now at his boot.
“So what’s the plan old man?” There was no reply. What is he doing? Kaiden watched intently as the old man struggled with something on his left boot. After a few minutes he finally succeeded at pulling something free.
“I've got you bastard.” The old man grinned, which was unusual. Kaiden raised an eyebrow.
“Odin, I’m not a bastard…” Odin laughed unsurely and shook his head.
“Not you, Kaiden. This.” He pulled his arms back to reveal a steel dagger. Odin you genius! “Kaiden, there is a man here called Toregg. I don’t have much time to explain but he was a brother of the Watch and deserted us. They only want me, not you. Take this dagger, cut yourself loose and get back to the Wall.” Odin tossed the dagger in front of Kaiden’s feet. Kaiden struggled but eventually grabbed it. As he started slicing through the rope connected to his wrists, he looked at the worried old man.
“What about you?” Odin looked over to Kaiden and smiled, though it was not reassuring.
“I’ll kill the bastard” Odin grinned, Kaiden was not so sure though. One old man against an entire tribe of wildlings? He must be insane.
Kaiden continued to chafe away the ropes binds around his wrists, though was stopped when a figure entered the tent. A stunning woman who must have been in her early thirties. She had hair as black as a raven, and eyes that were dark brown. A few scars lived on her stern face, but it did not take away her beauty. Kaiden might have tried to approach if the bitch had not put an axe to his throat. This time she walked over to Odin, cutting the binds around his ankles loose. Now’s your chance old man, knock her out and cut me loose. Odin glanced at Kaiden, then back at the girl.
“It is time for your trial, Odin Umber. Gods pray there will be a murder of crows tonight.” She glared at Kaiden, who scowled back at her.
The two left silently, which surprised Kaiden. Why didn’t he attack? What is he up to… Kaiden continued to cut away at the ropes until his hands were free. The sensation of movement in the arms was a fantastic feeling. Kaiden moved onto his ankles, which were a lot easier to cut through since he had better strength now his arms were loose. Once the bindings were off he slipped the dagger into his sleeve and snuck outside.
The sky was dark and clear and the moon was full tonight. The brightness of the moon had lit up the whole camp, only the shadows of the tents and the Haunted Forest itself would keep Kaiden covered in darkness. Kaiden looked above the treeline and stared at the Wall that stood high in the distance. He then looked back to where a lot of torches were lit in the distance. Kaiden ultimately chose to investigate the torches, hoping to find Odin along the way. Kaiden did his best to keep to the shadows, trying to stay as silent as he could. It won’t be long until they realise I am gone. They were checking the tent every fifteen minutes. I’d best be long gone by then. Kaiden snuck through some thornberry bushes and a few more dark alleyways which stood between tents. Kaiden found himself staring at a gathering of wildlings, Odin was on a raised platform with the one he had called Toregg. Another also stood on the platform, which Kaiden thought to be the chieftain. He was young, far younger than Toregg, and spoke loudly with a deep voice.
“Odin Umber of the crows. We offer you a choice. Join us in like your ancient brother, Toregg, and be free. Or die as a crow.” Kaiden could not help but to grin. The old crone will choose honour over intelligence any day. Though to Kaiden’s surprise, he was wrong.
“I will join you. I grow tired of taking orders from the bloody Night’s Watch. I only ask that you give the boy a quick death, as he will not be so submissive as myself.” The chief nodded, Kaiden was shocked. Everything Odin had said was completely opposite to the truth. Kaiden would do anything to live, in his opinion his life was only beginning.
Kaiden had seen enough, he turned to leave but was stopped by a man looming over him. It was the boy with the direwolf head. Fuck. Kaiden quickly tackled the boy to the ground, pulling his dagger from his sleeve and trying to stab the boy. His opponent had grabbed him by the wrists and was easily fending Kaiden off. Kaiden threw a punch to the young man, bloodying his nose in the process. The boy threw Kaiden off of him and whistled loudly. Ah shit. The young man grabbed his spear which he was holding before he had been tackled. Kaiden turned and began to run, the sounds of footsteps and shouting began to catch up with him. The initial direction of the Wall now had a cluster of wildlings blocking the way. More of the Haunted Forest stood clear and empty to the north, leaving it as the only option for Kaiden to escape. Kaiden started running for the cover of the forest, he turned his head back to see a band of wildlings chasing after him. You’ve fucked up this time Kaiden! Spears and arrows started hitting the trees and soil that Kaiden either passed or ran on. Kaiden jumped over some roots belonging to an oak tree, then continued running deeper into the Haunted Forest.
-
Kaiden had been running north for fifteen minutes, there we still shouts and footsteps behind him - though far behind. Kaiden was running out of breath, his legs were sore from the continuous sprinting. He sat down in the protection of an ironwoods roots. The sound of chatter grew louder, until he could understand it, but the footsteps seemed to disappear.
“Torwynd stop! He’s gone!” A young teenager called out to Kaiden’s predator. His voice was only just maturing.
“He cannot have gone much further, Horegg. Just a few more miles-” He was interrupted by something. Kaiden could not see, nor did he want to see.
“Brother, we stand on the border to Hornfoot territory. Go any further and you will wage war between our faction and theirs.” Torwynd grunted, clearly agitated and frustrated.
“Fucking barefoot shits and their damn land.” Torwynd muttered. Horegg laughed.
“Come on brother, let’s go home.” After a moment of silence, the footsteps began to fade away into the distance until Kaiden was alone. Thank you Horegg.
Kaiden used the ironwood to help himself regain balance. His vision was blurry and he felt dizzy from all the running. He stood for a while, bent over and catching his breath. Once his senses had regenerated to a better form, he stood himself upright. In front of him stood a dozen or so archers, all wearing footwear. One of them, a female, spoke up.
“Looks like a Nightrunner to me. I’d say they have violated the treaty.” Another barefoot wildling laughed.
“No, this is a crow. I can smell it.” The woman rolled her eyes.
“We’ll let the Blackfoot figure it out. Knock him cold and let’s go.” The wildlings laughed.
“As you say, Anya.” Kaiden stared at the beautiful woman who stood across from him. She had curly black hair and deep blue eyes. She was young and still had freckles. As he gazed at the beautiful barefooted woman, a sudden jolt of pain made its way through the back of his head. Darkness clouded Kaiden’s vision until it was no more.
Thomyr
The sky was dark and full of clouds, the sun was setting in the distance. Thomyr looked down at his bound hands, the rope was begi… morenning to chafe through his wrists. Jorald was tied to the horse that belonged to Charles Black, the crow with the dark steel sword. Thomyr was tied behind the other black crow’s horse. The two had been walking non-stop for the past three days, their meals consisted of one onion and dried tomato a day. Thomyr glared at Charles, who held the bag of ripe fruits and vegetables. Jorald spat.
“You crow’s have been feeding us shit for three fucking days, give us some real food!” Jorald found himself face first in the mud when Charles pushed his garron to a canter. Asshole. The young man laughed.
“Enough Charles, the horses are tired enough as it is. Let’s just get these wildlings back to Castle Black.” Ser Ulrich sounded tired and bored.
“They’re slowing us down Ulrich, we should just kill them already.… [view original content]
Thomyr
The sky was dark and full of clouds, the sun was setting in the distance. Thomyr looked down at his bound hands, the rope was begi… morenning to chafe through his wrists. Jorald was tied to the horse that belonged to Charles Black, the crow with the dark steel sword. Thomyr was tied behind the other black crow’s horse. The two had been walking non-stop for the past three days, their meals consisted of one onion and dried tomato a day. Thomyr glared at Charles, who held the bag of ripe fruits and vegetables. Jorald spat.
“You crow’s have been feeding us shit for three fucking days, give us some real food!” Jorald found himself face first in the mud when Charles pushed his garron to a canter. Asshole. The young man laughed.
“Enough Charles, the horses are tired enough as it is. Let’s just get these wildlings back to Castle Black.” Ser Ulrich sounded tired and bored.
“They’re slowing us down Ulrich, we should just kill them already.… [view original content]
Thomyr
The sky was dark and full of clouds, the sun was setting in the distance. Thomyr looked down at his bound hands, the rope was begi… morenning to chafe through his wrists. Jorald was tied to the horse that belonged to Charles Black, the crow with the dark steel sword. Thomyr was tied behind the other black crow’s horse. The two had been walking non-stop for the past three days, their meals consisted of one onion and dried tomato a day. Thomyr glared at Charles, who held the bag of ripe fruits and vegetables. Jorald spat.
“You crow’s have been feeding us shit for three fucking days, give us some real food!” Jorald found himself face first in the mud when Charles pushed his garron to a canter. Asshole. The young man laughed.
“Enough Charles, the horses are tired enough as it is. Let’s just get these wildlings back to Castle Black.” Ser Ulrich sounded tired and bored.
“They’re slowing us down Ulrich, we should just kill them already.… [view original content]
Thomyr
The sky was dark and full of clouds, the sun was setting in the distance. Thomyr looked down at his bound hands, the rope was begi… morenning to chafe through his wrists. Jorald was tied to the horse that belonged to Charles Black, the crow with the dark steel sword. Thomyr was tied behind the other black crow’s horse. The two had been walking non-stop for the past three days, their meals consisted of one onion and dried tomato a day. Thomyr glared at Charles, who held the bag of ripe fruits and vegetables. Jorald spat.
“You crow’s have been feeding us shit for three fucking days, give us some real food!” Jorald found himself face first in the mud when Charles pushed his garron to a canter. Asshole. The young man laughed.
“Enough Charles, the horses are tired enough as it is. Let’s just get these wildlings back to Castle Black.” Ser Ulrich sounded tired and bored.
“They’re slowing us down Ulrich, we should just kill them already.… [view original content]
Thomyr
The sky was dark and full of clouds, the sun was setting in the distance. Thomyr looked down at his bound hands, the rope was begi… morenning to chafe through his wrists. Jorald was tied to the horse that belonged to Charles Black, the crow with the dark steel sword. Thomyr was tied behind the other black crow’s horse. The two had been walking non-stop for the past three days, their meals consisted of one onion and dried tomato a day. Thomyr glared at Charles, who held the bag of ripe fruits and vegetables. Jorald spat.
“You crow’s have been feeding us shit for three fucking days, give us some real food!” Jorald found himself face first in the mud when Charles pushed his garron to a canter. Asshole. The young man laughed.
“Enough Charles, the horses are tired enough as it is. Let’s just get these wildlings back to Castle Black.” Ser Ulrich sounded tired and bored.
“They’re slowing us down Ulrich, we should just kill them already.… [view original content]
Thomyr
The sky was dark and full of clouds, the sun was setting in the distance. Thomyr looked down at his bound hands, the rope was begi… morenning to chafe through his wrists. Jorald was tied to the horse that belonged to Charles Black, the crow with the dark steel sword. Thomyr was tied behind the other black crow’s horse. The two had been walking non-stop for the past three days, their meals consisted of one onion and dried tomato a day. Thomyr glared at Charles, who held the bag of ripe fruits and vegetables. Jorald spat.
“You crow’s have been feeding us shit for three fucking days, give us some real food!” Jorald found himself face first in the mud when Charles pushed his garron to a canter. Asshole. The young man laughed.
“Enough Charles, the horses are tired enough as it is. Let’s just get these wildlings back to Castle Black.” Ser Ulrich sounded tired and bored.
“They’re slowing us down Ulrich, we should just kill them already.… [view original content]
Comments
Oh look, it's the most annoying troll in this forum. Can't say I have missed you. Welcome back and farewell.
[Go down the trapdoor]
[Grab the shield and try to get back to King's Tower]
Damn you must be a boring person in RL if you like this shit
Get your head checked if you like this shit, brain trust
[Go down the trapdoor] BTW. If I may ask, how many parts are left to the end of chapter? It looks as we are just in a middle of it.
[Go down the trapdoor]
[Grab the shield and try to get back to King’s Tower]
[Grab the shield and try to get back to King’s Tower]
[Go down the trapdoor]
I'm planning on ending it in about 5 or so... If it's that bad I can end it now ;P
But yeah, five more. In order that is Niclas, Thomyr, Jorge, Jared and Kaiden. Then we'll go back to the Invasion for a little while.
[Go down the trapdoor]
Alright, vote closed. Todd will go down the trapdoor.
Next part will focus on a new PoV, yet an old PoV. It's kind of confusing, I know, but try and bare with me.
Niclas
The stony banks of the Milkwater were rugged, and the water was milky white. It was a peaceful serenity which was disturbed by Niclas’ presence. Niclas rode across the rugged terrain arguing with the voice in his head, losing sleep as a result of the recent happenings. The apparition, going by the name ‘The Stranger’, and Niclas had agreed to travel south and cross the Wall at Greyguard’s basket - ever since then The Stranger had been mostly quiet, until now.
“You killed Kyllan you bastard, not me! It was you!” The Stranger laughed hysterically.
“Oh Nic, it is not I that should be referred to as ‘bastard’ around here. Besides, the boy died at your hands.” Niclas shook his head irritably, the lack of sleep was catching up to his conscious state.
“It was your bloody order!” Niclas was sure that if The Stranger had a face, it would be grinning.
“Well of course it was. I needed to test if everything worked the way it should have, and it did. Although I would have preferred to have hosted a body that was more… Oh how do I say this? Submitting.” The word made Niclas anger, which was no doubt what The Stranger wanted.
Niclas pulled his garron to a halt and dismounted. He scrambled over the unstable boulders until he found himself knee deep in the Milkwater. Niclas unsheathed Frostbite and placed the blade straight down in the water. The Stranger had gone silent. Niclas took a deep breath and searched his thoughts.
“I am Niclas Stone, First Ranger of the Night’s Watch. I have sworn an oath to live and die at my post. To be the sword in the darkness, the watcher on the walls. I am the fire that burns against the cold, the light-” Niclas’ legs began to freeze in the milky white flowing water. His hands were trembling as the blood in his body tried to heat every limb. Frostbite fell out of his hands, disappearing into the white body of water.
“Your oaths are against you, brother. You have no sword to wield in the darkness. You stand nowhere near a wall. The fire that burns in you has no power over the cold. Though, at the rate you’re going you will die at your pathetic post.” Niclas’ knees gave way and he fell into the murky white embodiment of water. Frostbite glistened in the sun that shone above, though gave no heat.
“It is clear you have grown to weak to go on. As much as I had hoped that we would truly become on, my pride has blinded me. I now understand that we cannot, so I must take control.” Niclas’ head began to ache, his body shaking under the intense pressure of the water.
Niclas started to scream, feeling as if his head was going to implode. His vision was blurred, an aura was all he could see in the whitened surroundings. The air in his old lungs were gasping, desperately searching for air. Niclas grabbed Frostbite and quickly pulled himself out of the water, the world was spinning around him. He slowly walked to the stony shore, feeling like he was in a drunken stupor. Niclas fell on his knees and fell on his back, the taste of vomit entering his mouth. Niclas stared at the cloudy sky which span around him until his vision was clouded in darkness.
“Goodbye Niclas. Hello Stranger.”
-
Niclas’ body lay unconscious on its side. The Milkwater had risen and was now lapping at his feet, his Garron stood over him and licked his face. The figure slowly regained consciousness, feeling the wet slobber on his right cheek. He covered his face and stared up at the horse, smiling.
“Hello horsey.” He grinned, then helped himself up. Frostbite stood tall in between two stones, the cold steel was wet and glistening in the now clear sky.
He grinned and walked over to the sword, though when he tried to touch it he was knocked back. Bugger, I must have put poor old Niclas into the damned sword. Oh well. The Stranger clenched his hands repeatedly and stretched his legs. He cracked his neck and smirked. This old crone still has some kick left in him. He knelt in front of Frostbite.
“Well Niclas, I’m sorry it came to this old brother but you left me no choice. Once my mission is over, I promise I will come back for-” An icy point touched the The Stranger’s neck. He turned to see five wildlings, one was an attractive young woman: long curly brown hair with blonde strands, icy blue eyes.
“Why hello beautiful.” The Stranger grinned, though received a slash on the cheek from the wildling holding the spear. The beautiful wildling spoke up, clearly stating herself as the leader of the small group.
“What are you doing this far in the North, black crow? And why are you talking to a sword.” The young woman tried to avoid The Stranger’s glare, though failed miserably.
“Well my lady, I am actually heading home. And as for the sword… Well let’s just say there’s more to it than what meets the eye.” The Stranger cleared his throat. “Enough of that nonsense, perhaps it is time for introductions. I am The Stranger, and you are…” The point of the spear started to cut into his throat. The young lass’ seemed to be annoyed by this small talk.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you now, crow.” The Stranger raised his eyebrows.
“Well, that is one large name. May I call you Princess instead?” The wildling cheeks grew red, though out of anger. She unsheathed her short sword and knelt down to his level, placing her sword at his throat.
“I’m growing tired of your games, crow. Last chance.” The wildling with the spear had backed off. The Stranger could feel the girl’s dagger that was hidden in her boot. He could easily kill the girl and the rest if he wanted to.
“Well the truth is there is no good reason to keep me alive. May I ask, just before you kill me, what is your real name?” The girl let out a small grin.
“Carley Winter of the Ice River Clans.” Niclas tried to nod, though the blade began to dig into his skin so he stopped.
“Very well, Carley Winter of the Ice River Clans. I like you, so I will kill you last.” The Stranger grinned, and before Carley knew what had happened she was on the ground and her dagger was in her enemy’s hand.
The Stranger flung the dagger at the widling with the spear, piercing him in the eye. A young man swung his axe down at him, but was quickly disarmed. The Stranger bashed his head into a sharp rock on the ground. The two wildlings remaining had a spear and a sword. The one with the spear tried to lunch at him, though The Stranger caught the spear and swung the man around - using him as a shield when the wildling swung his sword at him. His body shield fell to the ground with his organs spilling out, the man who had committed the deed stared at the man in a horrified shock. The Stranger tightened his grip on the axe and lodged it into the man’s chest. The last living wildling was Carley Winter, who was still on the ground trying to figure out what had just happened. The Stranger walked over to the widling with the dagger in his eye, he pulled it out and slit the boy’s throat. Finally, he walked over to Carley. The girl was beginning to get up, but was quickly knocked back down with a kick to the ribs. The Stranger climbed ontop of her, pinning her arms down with his legs. He hovered the dagger over the girl’s left eye.
“It would seem you’re the last one left. Now, you give me a good reason for why I should let you live.” The girl began to tear up, The Stranger caressed Carley’s face. “Now now Carley, cheer up. You gave me a chance, I’m giving you one.” He smiled and stared down into Carley’s icy blue eyes. She was young, perhaps in her early twenties.
“I-I could take you back to our clan. If you killed the chief the clan would be yours.” The Stranger weighed the options. Army or death.
“Sorry love, an army would just cause too much attention. Though there is one thing you could give me, something I haven’t experience in a long long time.” Carley’s eyes widened, fear haunted her beautiful eyes.
“I-I-I’m a v-virgin…” The Stranger sickly grinned.
“Well this could be the experience of your life, if you would only say yes. It’s your life Carley, choose wisely.”
CHOOSE FOR CARLEY: [Accept his deal - live] [Deny him - die]
Ahhh ...Man that's sick ^^ [Deny him - die] Great Chapter !!
Yeah, it is
I felt like I wasn't giving the antagonist's in the story a very disgusting vibe yet. So why not give it to a dead ghost? XD Sadly he gets what he wants in the end anyway, this just decides whether Carley lives or dies. After all, a dead man/woman cannot give their consent... 
[Accept his deal - live]
Ah, damn... this is hard choice to make, but well.. better to live than be dead... when she will be alive, she can repay him for that later on... especially with such hater after what he did to her.
Didn't mean it is bad mate! It's very good and I was wondering how do you plan to end it
Haha I know, don't stress. The ending to this chapter won't be that special, but the beginning to the next chapter will be rather major for some of the characters. We can already see how well it is going for Niclas. Mainly Chapter 1 is a bit of an entree, the main course is coming soon.
[Deny him - die] If it's gonna be a main antagonist, make it the worst creation in the world - enemy to Night's Watch, opponent to wildlings - that would be awesome!
[Accept his deal - live]
[Deny him - die]
That is a truly sadistic choice
However, I don't think the Stranger would just rape her for fun. I guess he follows a plan with this and accepting his deal would be helping him. I have seen Rosemary's Baby enough times to have a general idea where this might be heading.
Wow, looks like we got ourselves an antagonist
Great part!
[Deny him - die]
[Deny him - die] Oh god he's going to fuck her corpse
[Accept his deal - live]
[Deny him - die]
One hell of a antagonist, definitely a sick fuck if you ask me.
Alright, vote closed. I apologise for forcing you lot to hold this heavy burden on your shoulders, but it is all over now. Carley will deny him and die. Unfortunately, she will become a wight after her death. So perhaps letting her live was a better idea, perhaps not.
Thomyr
The sky was dark and full of clouds, the sun was setting in the distance. Thomyr looked down at his bound hands, the rope was beginning to chafe through his wrists. Jorald was tied to the horse that belonged to Charles Black, the crow with the dark steel sword. Thomyr was tied behind the other black crow’s horse. The two had been walking non-stop for the past three days, their meals consisted of one onion and dried tomato a day. Thomyr glared at Charles, who held the bag of ripe fruits and vegetables. Jorald spat.
“You crow’s have been feeding us shit for three fucking days, give us some real food!” Jorald found himself face first in the mud when Charles pushed his garron to a canter. Asshole. The young man laughed.
“Enough Charles, the horses are tired enough as it is. Let’s just get these wildlings back to Castle Black.” Ser Ulrich sounded tired and bored.
“They’re slowing us down Ulrich, we should just kill them already. We could be back at Castle Black by nightfall.” Ser Ulrich lazily shook his head.
“Odin wanted them interrogated, I will not question his authority.” Charles snorted.
“Authority my ass. That old crone isn’t here now, is he? Besides, what would Kegan want with two wildlings anyway? Seems to me Odin has got a soft spot.” Ser Ulrich pulled his horse to a halt, his face was red with anger.
“House Black has been a great supporter of the Night’s Watch for thousands of years. Even giving up their own home - Castle Black - to the cause of the Night’s Watch. Tell me, when did they start giving birth to little shits with no respect for another brother’s honour?” Charles lowered his head, partly ashamed.
Jorald looked over to Thomyr, who shrugged in response. The young man with short black hair and short beard continued to slowly ride on, Ser Ulrich’s horse stayed stationary however. Jorald slowly kept walking on, his legs tired and aching. Once they were out of view, Ser Ulrich dismounted his horse and approached Thomyr. His large ancestral greatsword sheathed to his back. He pulled out a dagger and stopped in front of Thomyr.
“He’s right you know. The two of you are slowing us down, making us bait. I don’t want to kill you, but if it comes to the decision between the life of you and me, you know where this dagger will be.” Thomyr nodded, holding a calm and straight face. The tall man with silver hair and violet eyes stood over Thomyr, gazing down at him with curiosity. Thomyr did not know whether to appear brave or afraid, he chose the former. Ser Ulrich grabbed Thomyr’s binds and cut them loose. “Do not make me regret this.” The man turned and mounted his horse, beginning to ride away.
Thomyr grabbed his sore and red wrists. The rope had chafed and left red burns over his wrists. Nothing that won’t heal in time. Thomyr looked up at the sky, the clouds were a light brown. Thomyr looked over to the Frostfangs, where he could now see the clouds releasing their heavy rain on the harsh rock formation. The rain slowly moved towards Thomyr’s position, growing louder and harsher by the minute. Thomyr turned and ran, trying to catch up to Ser Ulrich and the others.
The two black crows sat arguing as they rode side-by-side. Jorald was still tied behind Charles’ horse, though now he was barely walking.
“Just cut him loose Charles.” Charles spat and shook his head.
“You’re as bad as Odin, brother. If we all followed your example, the wildlings would have crossed the wall and pillaged our lands back at the times of Joramun and the Night’s King!” The two stopped and continued to argue.
Thomyr looked up to the sky, the was getting darker. Thomyr stared at the rain again, this time he grew worried. The rain seemed larger than usual, and when it landed on the trees he heard loud noises. Thomyr stared intently, That’s not rain, it’s hail! Thomyr quickly ran to Ser Ulrich and Charles Black.
“We need to find cover, now!” Charles looked at Thomyr and kicked him in the jaw.
“Get back in your place wildling.” Thomyr fell to the ground, staring at the raining death that was almost upon them. Charles’ horse continued to walk, Ser Ulrich began to move his until a giant rock of ice landed in front of him.
“Seven Hells!” His horse stood on its rear legs and bucked the knight off. The horse also fell and landed atop of the knight.
Thomyr turned and looked to Charles’ steed, which was now in a panic. Thomyr ran to Jorald to try and free him of his binds, but before he could reach him a block of frozen ice fell at an angle which took off his head.
“JORALD” The decapitated man fell to the ground, before Thomyr could grab him Charles’ horse began to gallop away - taking Jorald’s corpse with it. Charles had been bucked off and lay unconscious.
Giant rocks of ice began to fall all around them, Thomyr desperately searched for shelter. In the distance he saw a dark hole in the ground. A cave! Thomyr looked over to Ser Ulrich, who was conscious and in pain. He was pinned to the ground as his dead horse lay atop of him. Thomyr rushed over to him, dodging the falling ice as best as he could. He tried to pull the man out, but it was no good.
“Go! Save yourself!” Ser Ulrich screamed at him, Thomyr shook his head. He used all his strength to lift the horse enough for Ulrich to crawl out.
“MOVE!” Thomyr managed to say, desperately trying to hold the dead weight of the dead horse.
Ser Ulrich pulled himself out, though when he tried to get up he fell back to the ground. Thomyr looked at his leg, his foot was twisted back. Thomyr ran to the man and hurled him over his shoulder, he began to run for the cave. The ice rained down on them like a volley of arrows. Branches were broken off the trunks of trees flung towards Thomyr. The two managed to safely get to the shelter of the small cave. Thomyr gently sat the knight on a rock as far in the mouth of the cave as he could go. Ser Ulrich looked up at him with worry haunting his face.
“Charles is still out there.” Thomyr frowned. The look on the grown man’s eyes made Thomyr hesitate, but obey the man’s will.
Thomyr climbed out of the mouth of the cave and ran back to where Charles had been. The horse that Ser Ulrich was pinned under was a bloody mess. Charles lay in the protection of a fallen tree, though his food bag was out in the open path. The chance of getting them both seemed slim, and Thomyr did not know how long the storm would hold up for. Thomyr took cover behind a tree as the hail storm seemed to rain down harder than before. Thomyr looked at Charles, and then the food bag. It’s my life, or his.
[Save Charles] [Save the food] [Run back empty handed]
Not the best part of the story. This is mainly just to decide what kind of character Thomyr will be, also to show that the autumn storm is affecting everyone.
[Run back empty handed]
[Save Charles]
Kaiden
Kaiden awoke to the sound of yelps and wails coming from the man being tortured beside him. Kaiden’s hands and feet were tied, he looked up to see Odin being beaten by a young wildling around his age: he wore a direwolf head. After a final punch, Odin spat out blood and looked the boy in the eyes.
“Why don’t you crawl back to your cot and send someone with more experience to finish the job. You’ll get nothing from me, boy.” Anger and rage filled the young man’s eyes. He began to kick Odin in the ribs out of frustration.
“Hey, fuckwit! If you want a fight, untie the old man and he’ll give you one. Or are all wildlings this craven?” The young wildling halted and looked over at Kaiden, who wore a mocking grin. He walked over to Kaiden and kicked him in the jaw, making him fall to the ground in pain.
“Watch your mouth, crow. You’re in Nightrunner territory now.” Pain thrusted through Kaiden’s jaw and mouth. The young wildling stormed out of the tent, clearly infuriated.
Kaiden pulled himself up, his jaw still throbbing. He looked over to Odin, who was fiddling around with his hands and staring to the ground. Kaiden rolled onto his back and observed the tight bounds on his ankles. If only I had something sharp to cut these binds. Kaiden wriggled and squirmed until he got himself into a comfortable sitting position. He looked over to Odin, who still seemed to be fiddling with something though now at his boot.
“So what’s the plan old man?” There was no reply. What is he doing? Kaiden watched intently as the old man struggled with something on his left boot. After a few minutes he finally succeeded at pulling something free.
“I've got you bastard.” The old man grinned, which was unusual. Kaiden raised an eyebrow.
“Odin, I’m not a bastard…” Odin laughed unsurely and shook his head.
“Not you, Kaiden. This.” He pulled his arms back to reveal a steel dagger. Odin you genius! “Kaiden, there is a man here called Toregg. I don’t have much time to explain but he was a brother of the Watch and deserted us. They only want me, not you. Take this dagger, cut yourself loose and get back to the Wall.” Odin tossed the dagger in front of Kaiden’s feet. Kaiden struggled but eventually grabbed it. As he started slicing through the rope connected to his wrists, he looked at the worried old man.
“What about you?” Odin looked over to Kaiden and smiled, though it was not reassuring.
“I’ll kill the bastard” Odin grinned, Kaiden was not so sure though. One old man against an entire tribe of wildlings? He must be insane.
Kaiden continued to chafe away the ropes binds around his wrists, though was stopped when a figure entered the tent. A stunning woman who must have been in her early thirties. She had hair as black as a raven, and eyes that were dark brown. A few scars lived on her stern face, but it did not take away her beauty. Kaiden might have tried to approach if the bitch had not put an axe to his throat. This time she walked over to Odin, cutting the binds around his ankles loose. Now’s your chance old man, knock her out and cut me loose. Odin glanced at Kaiden, then back at the girl.
“It is time for your trial, Odin Umber. Gods pray there will be a murder of crows tonight.” She glared at Kaiden, who scowled back at her.
The two left silently, which surprised Kaiden. Why didn’t he attack? What is he up to… Kaiden continued to cut away at the ropes until his hands were free. The sensation of movement in the arms was a fantastic feeling. Kaiden moved onto his ankles, which were a lot easier to cut through since he had better strength now his arms were loose. Once the bindings were off he slipped the dagger into his sleeve and snuck outside.
The sky was dark and clear and the moon was full tonight. The brightness of the moon had lit up the whole camp, only the shadows of the tents and the Haunted Forest itself would keep Kaiden covered in darkness. Kaiden looked above the treeline and stared at the Wall that stood high in the distance. He then looked back to where a lot of torches were lit in the distance. Kaiden ultimately chose to investigate the torches, hoping to find Odin along the way. Kaiden did his best to keep to the shadows, trying to stay as silent as he could. It won’t be long until they realise I am gone. They were checking the tent every fifteen minutes. I’d best be long gone by then. Kaiden snuck through some thornberry bushes and a few more dark alleyways which stood between tents. Kaiden found himself staring at a gathering of wildlings, Odin was on a raised platform with the one he had called Toregg. Another also stood on the platform, which Kaiden thought to be the chieftain. He was young, far younger than Toregg, and spoke loudly with a deep voice.
“Odin Umber of the crows. We offer you a choice. Join us in like your ancient brother, Toregg, and be free. Or die as a crow.” Kaiden could not help but to grin. The old crone will choose honour over intelligence any day. Though to Kaiden’s surprise, he was wrong.
“I will join you. I grow tired of taking orders from the bloody Night’s Watch. I only ask that you give the boy a quick death, as he will not be so submissive as myself.” The chief nodded, Kaiden was shocked. Everything Odin had said was completely opposite to the truth. Kaiden would do anything to live, in his opinion his life was only beginning.
Kaiden had seen enough, he turned to leave but was stopped by a man looming over him. It was the boy with the direwolf head. Fuck. Kaiden quickly tackled the boy to the ground, pulling his dagger from his sleeve and trying to stab the boy. His opponent had grabbed him by the wrists and was easily fending Kaiden off. Kaiden threw a punch to the young man, bloodying his nose in the process. The boy threw Kaiden off of him and whistled loudly. Ah shit. The young man grabbed his spear which he was holding before he had been tackled. Kaiden turned and began to run, the sounds of footsteps and shouting began to catch up with him. The initial direction of the Wall now had a cluster of wildlings blocking the way. More of the Haunted Forest stood clear and empty to the north, leaving it as the only option for Kaiden to escape. Kaiden started running for the cover of the forest, he turned his head back to see a band of wildlings chasing after him. You’ve fucked up this time Kaiden! Spears and arrows started hitting the trees and soil that Kaiden either passed or ran on. Kaiden jumped over some roots belonging to an oak tree, then continued running deeper into the Haunted Forest.
-
Kaiden had been running north for fifteen minutes, there we still shouts and footsteps behind him - though far behind. Kaiden was running out of breath, his legs were sore from the continuous sprinting. He sat down in the protection of an ironwoods roots. The sound of chatter grew louder, until he could understand it, but the footsteps seemed to disappear.
“Torwynd stop! He’s gone!” A young teenager called out to Kaiden’s predator. His voice was only just maturing.
“He cannot have gone much further, Horegg. Just a few more miles-” He was interrupted by something. Kaiden could not see, nor did he want to see.
“Brother, we stand on the border to Hornfoot territory. Go any further and you will wage war between our faction and theirs.” Torwynd grunted, clearly agitated and frustrated.
“Fucking barefoot shits and their damn land.” Torwynd muttered. Horegg laughed.
“Come on brother, let’s go home.” After a moment of silence, the footsteps began to fade away into the distance until Kaiden was alone. Thank you Horegg.
Kaiden used the ironwood to help himself regain balance. His vision was blurry and he felt dizzy from all the running. He stood for a while, bent over and catching his breath. Once his senses had regenerated to a better form, he stood himself upright. In front of him stood a dozen or so archers, all wearing footwear. One of them, a female, spoke up.
“Looks like a Nightrunner to me. I’d say they have violated the treaty.” Another barefoot wildling laughed.
“No, this is a crow. I can smell it.” The woman rolled her eyes.
“We’ll let the Blackfoot figure it out. Knock him cold and let’s go.” The wildlings laughed.
“As you say, Anya.” Kaiden stared at the beautiful woman who stood across from him. She had curly black hair and deep blue eyes. She was young and still had freckles. As he gazed at the beautiful barefooted woman, a sudden jolt of pain made its way through the back of his head. Darkness clouded Kaiden’s vision until it was no more.
No decision this time.
[Save Charles]
[Save Charles]
[Save the food]
Nah, Charles has been a major asshole towards Thomyr and I think the food is just more important than that guy.
[Save the food]
[Save the food]
Lol, almost everyone here wants my character dead
I can't vote any other than [Save Charles]
1 hour into The northen Chill and Chill and he gives you this cliffhanger.
Nice one, mate!
Oh trust me, it gets better... Or worse.