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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 15, 2012 19:38:08 GMT -5
The hills that surround Baelish Keep are home for goats, game for the hunters, wolves, shadow cats and the feared Hill Tribes.
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 15, 2012 19:48:45 GMT -5
Lord Baelish sent out in a hunt with ten more men, nothing really big nor really far from the keep...
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 15, 2012 19:51:13 GMT -5
It was quiet, well as quiet as it can be, the roar of the water on the rocks and the birds in the sky the little speck of land that was the fingers.
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 15, 2012 19:53:40 GMT -5
"Let's make camp here..." Pod told the men. "I'm going to take a walk to see if a can catch something..." In a few moments he disappeared through the trees. With spear in hand he searched for traces of a stag or perhaps a boar...
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 15, 2012 19:55:30 GMT -5
He ends up stepping on a branch you hear the patter of feet run from you.
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 15, 2012 19:58:15 GMT -5
"Shit..." He said. Knowing that he was not the best fighter with a spear, not even a hunting spear he decided to grab his sword, and silently moved through the bushes following the sound he'd just heard.
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 15, 2012 20:08:18 GMT -5
You notice a few does run from you, still startled they push away from you. You hear what sounds like a roar in the background.
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 15, 2012 20:19:37 GMT -5
"Seven hells..." He sheathed his sword and stood immobile. "No sudden movement..." He whispers to himself.
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 16, 2012 8:23:07 GMT -5
Another roar seeming closer is heard his time. Perhaps it is approaching you.
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 16, 2012 8:35:44 GMT -5
He breathed deeply, what could he do. His hand touched his pocket he felt the piece of meat he always left there when he went hunting... Perhaps he could lure it.
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 16, 2012 8:37:13 GMT -5
Another roar loud as before, it is getting closer you hear the bushes rustle.
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 16, 2012 8:42:16 GMT -5
"May the old, the new, the red and the drowned god protect me" He spoke a silent prayer for all the gods he believed.
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 16, 2012 14:16:41 GMT -5
The roar gets louder the rustling getting closer and nearer you can see the brush move visibly now.
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Post by Lord Podrick Baelish on Oct 16, 2012 14:26:11 GMT -5
He breathed slowly and kept his eyes on the bushes... He knew it was a shadowcat.
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Post by The Darkness on Oct 16, 2012 15:20:50 GMT -5
A small cub pops out of the bushes. "Rawr!" it goes trying to be fearsome.
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