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Krakas sniffed the air. To be honest, it was starting to get a little musty in here. "A bath sounds lovely," she said, getting up from the bed. "Show me where it is."

The bathhouse turned out to be right in the center of the castle. The court of former Traeton was notoriously decadent, and thus protected most severely their centers of pleasure. Thus, even after a long siege, the room still remained opulent, with minimal damage. Elated, Krakas slipped out of her robe and sank into the water, caring little of modesty.

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Jenny couldn't believe her eyes. A writhing mass of undead simply rose out of the ground and swarmed one of the men on the far side of the wall. She definitely can't stay. Perhaps it would be best if she stopped visiting the woods for a while. Maybe take more vacations to far away places, like Siberia. Nice of the other woman to offer to take her back to civilization, though. "So you say that way will lead back?" she asked pointing in the direction Azzurra indicated. "Sure! Could you take me? Say, now?"

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Krakas jumped again, hearing another knock at her door. "Krakas is fine. None of this Queen Mother nonsense for me, please. Do come in," she said, and with that, Rama strode back in to her prison. "I keep hearing little snatches of conversation on the other side of the walls, and word is Rughoi is starting to settle in," she said. "Does this mean I may leave this box?"

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As suddenly as it came, the lightning abruptly stopped. Jenny cautiously stood up, looking around her. Then, on the edge of her hearing she could just make out . . . human speech? Sighing with relief, she began making her way towards the noise. Maybe one of them would have a map, or at least have a general idea of how to get back to town.

When she got there, however, she was in for a right shock. A huge wall of a clear solid partitioned two men, standing across from each other. To one side was a woman with a disapproving look. And a little ways away lay another man beside a snapped branch. Definitely not normal hikers. "Hi!" she called. "Sorry, don't want to make a fuss, I'm sure you have things to see . . . but would one of you happen to know the road to the city?"

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"Foolish," said Merat, standing up from the improvised table. "Glory in war. Tax. Power to thre-"

"Shut it you, I'm trying to think," said Rughoi, and Merat sat back down. Rughoi now became lost in thought for a few seconds, but soon came to a decision. "Sound advice yet again, Rama. Rally your troops. I want all spare hands working on public structures. Roads, walls, the castle, all of it. We will bring the city up from the ground within the cycle of the moon, no later. Merat, Kutur, that goes for you as well, and I will not hear a word of complaint about it. I will do my part and lay bricks with my own hands." He stood up then, and rushed outside to give the same command to his own soldiers. Merat eyed Rama with a look full of malice, but eventually got up and reluctantly went off to search for his captains.

"Well, for what it's worth, at least, I agree with your proposition, within reason, of course," stammered Kutur.

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Jenny's little night outing was interrupted by a flash of light in the corner of her vision. She turned her head to look, and what followed was a resounding crash. She stood up, alarmed. Could it be lightning? Jenny looked about, and ducked under a tree. Perhaps this wasn't the best time to visit nature. Slowly, she began to make her way back to the city, taking a turn here and there where it looked vaguely familiar. Unfortunately, her knowledge of direction was a pittance compared to her knowledge of plants. Slowly, as she came to the same place for the fourth time, she realized she was nearly hopelessly lost. Perhaps she'd have better luck during the day, when the sun was out and she could tell an elm from an evergreen. With a sigh, Jenny planted herself at the bottom of what she guessed was one of the shorter trees, and tried her best to stamp out her worry of being struck by a stray bolt and burned alive.

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The woods outside of the city were lovely this time of night. The moon was full, and reflected enough light to bathe the land in a cool blue tint. Somewhere, in one of the countless trees, an owl steadily hooted, the noise carrying itself throughout the entire grove. Jenny couldn't help but smile. Perhaps it was irresponsible, to come out here this far from civilization in the night, but she wasn't too afraid of large beasts. Taking a rock from a small pile she had built up over the course of a few hours, she heaved it into the lake. It hit the water with a satisfying sploosh. Jenny grinned again, and sat back down.

Game of Thrones : The Pact of Ice and Fire (Always Open)

(A collab with @MrDidact we were sitting on for a while.)

Eventually, Arak picked himself off of the floor and slowly made his way back to the Red Keep, leaning heavily on whatever walls he could find. When that wasn't possible, he had to resign himself to crawling. There, however, was no opportunity to rest, as the moment he entered the castle walls a servant rushed up to him.

"Arak Snow?" he asked, flipping through a few documents.

"Yes, this is he," Arak wheezed. Talking was expending far more energy than it used to.

"This way, please," the servant said, quickly striding away and motioning for him to follow. Silently, Arak groaned. He was immensely sore all over, and the end of the hall appeared so far away. Steeling himself, he pressed a hand on the walls and followed. The servant led him to an ornate door, perhaps leading to an office of sorts. "I was told to send you here, so I'm afraid this is where I leave you," he said, and disappeared as quickly as he appeared. Arak nodded, and slumped on the handle, pushing the door open and collapsing on the floor. There he lay for a few seconds, before he looked up and realized that every eye in the room was on him . . . including those belonging to the King of Westeros. He jumped to his knees, trying to ignore his muscles screaming in agony.

"Your Grace! Forgive this slight of mine, it was my own weakness that forced this humble citizen to conduct myself with such rudeness in your enlightened presence! Please, I beg of you, show mercy on this lowly armsman of yours!" he babbled, trying to hide his fatigue.

Jon smiled indulgently at Arak and motioned for a servant to bring him a chair, "Please do not stand on such formality Arak. You've served my brother well, you have nothing to fear. Please sit." The servants helped the guardsman into a seat and even brought him a chalice of mulled wine.

Daenerys proceeded, "We've just informed these others that we will have use for them in the wars to come. We have many enemies to deal with, the Pirate King among them. We're sending an expeditionary force to put the Stepstone rebels to paid once and for all. If you accept, you will be among a special detachment sent ahead of the main force. My sister-in-law will inform you of the details further, but I understand that your half-brother is among the company. My son Aemon will have the command and my niece Visenya will be his second."

Jon picked up after his wife, "My brother tells me that you are one of his best. Do this service for us and I will see you well compensated. What do you say? Do you accept? Do you have any questions?"

"The best?" Arak echoed. "Surely not, Your Grace! You may have me confused with my brother-in-arms, Erin. He is a vigilant eye and an unmatched blade, surely he would make a fine addition to your task!" A few other thoughts passed through his head, but Arak had the sense not to burden the king with his pointless inquiries.

"Brandon recommended you to me himself, " Jon replied, "You're loyal. I can depend on you to help achieve this mission. You may certainly ask for volunteers from among the Northmen. And one of my brother's sons will accompany the expedition, I believe I can count on you to shield my nephew in battle and make sure he comes home. Do you feel up to the task?"

"Erm . . ." Arak mumbled. He was conflicted now. To challenge the sound judgement of a superior, especially one so high up as a king, is without doubt treason, and disrespectful to say the least. Yet he didn't feel up to the grand mission the king was setting for him. After giving it some thought, honor won out in the end, as usual. Arak stood up from his chair and kneeled before the king. "If it pleases Your Grace, I shall join your Stepstones Company, and fight for its cause to my death."

Jon nodded in approval, "Rise, Arak. Rise a true and loyal friend of the realm. You will have five days before the expedition departs. I want you to gather a small group of men you trust that you feel will be useful for this mission. When you return, I shall make sure your chivalry and service are rewarded greatly. Do you have any further questions?"

"No, Your Grace. By your leave, I shall prepare for this mission," Arak said, rising from the ground. With Jon's nod, Arak turned and left. The moment he was out of sight, he collapsed on the floor and began cursing himself. The queen knew he was a Bolton . . . and had just blabbed it to everyone present.

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So when can we expect the IC game to begin?

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Hi! Just posted my character! We apply in the Char page, right?