:: that {a w f u l} sound ::

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He slowed Hatchet down, the horse trotting up to the farmhouse, "Is this where she's been hiding?"

[CrimsonMoon]

Smoke curled up from the tiny chimney, maybe someone was here... The garden looks as if it had been harvestedfor whateer goods it had grown

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He pulled Hatchet to a stop and hopped down, his sword sheath clinking. Sighing, he patted the stallion's neck and approached the house. He knocked gently on the door.

[CrimsonMoon]

A quavering voice calls out," Who-who's there??" It souded like an old woman

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"..." He paused, "It's Olin Targarygen."

[CrimsonMoon]

" Oh for the Sevens' sake.." There was a shuffling sound and an old, hunched over woman glares up at him down her beak-like nose," The Baratheons already got the girl and left! How come you god fosaken houses are suddenly running to ME?!"

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Olin's face grew stony, "How long ago did they take her?"

[CrimsonMoon]

" An hour, maybe more?" She squints at him with cloudy eyes,"... Does it really matter?"

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"Yes," he answered tersely, "It really does." Olin turned and fled back to Hatchet, swinging himself onto the stallion.

[CrimsonMoon]

" Just follow the hood prints," The old woman crows at him," Shouldn't be too difficult!" She disappears back into the small hut. Indeed heavy hoof prits of almost a dozen riders were on the small dort road..

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"Yah!" Olin snapped the reins and Hatchet broke into a gallop. Damn it, why did he leave her side? Why would he think that was the best option?

[CrimsonMoon]

A shadow passes overhead, probably a cloud crossing the sun, but it whips by too quickly... No matter. The forest eventually broke out into luscious farmland... Even with the utter flatness of the farmland, the horseman were nowhre in sight... To the north east... The earth suddeny reared up as something slams into the earth, dust clouding up

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Hatchet reared and whinnied with anxiety. Olin cursed and struggled to calm the large stallion down, whilst searching for the source of the noise that had spooked his horse.

[CrimsonMoon]

Smoke and dust rose into the air, a huge shape laying still in the column. A mile of farmland having been slashed apart when the object ha fallen from the sky

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Olin finally settled the stallion and frowned, "What the hell?"

[CrimsonMoon]

The shape seems to dissolve with the smoke and dust. Eventually the whole field quiets again, one the trail and crater remaining

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Olin's eyes widened, "Oh my...how did that get there?" He muttered.

[CrimsonMoon]

Slowly, something rose as the crater... A young man with red hair who was covered with horrible burns, he drops to his hands and knees for a moment, trembling as he clutched the charred barley

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Olin watched the young man, his violet eyes narrowed slightly. He didn't have time to deal with others, but he figured he needed to check it out. Dismounting Hatchet, Olin climbed down into the crater and approached him.

[CrimsonMoon]

The young man was trembling visibly as he drew nearer, he seemed to be bleeding from a wound on his shoulder. Slowly the young man seemed to relax, gingerly touching his shoulder