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[kingofbadlifechoices]

Who: Robb Stark & you!
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Around the forests on the new planet!
When: 8th of July!

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[Robb watches the pup like a hawk when it starts to explore the path in front of him. It isn’t Grey Wind, its fur is far too dark for that but its eyes are just as yellow.]

Hold on! [When the pup starts to run, Robb follows instantly, knowing that these woods contain some creatures that can swallow a little creature like that without even chewing.] Do not go too fast!


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[At the least it has the appetite of Grey Wind and Robb cannot help chuckling softly. He has picked up some food at an inn and enjoys it alone while sitting against a tree, knees pulled up while throwing some bits of meat at his new companion.]

Have you seen it? [When someone approaches he looks up and points at the playful little animal.] The tree actually kept its promise. [Maybe sorcery isn’t always that bad...]

[OOC: feel free to bump into a tiny direwolf pup with a free Robb included!]

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[kingofbadlifechoices]

Well, back home we had weirwood trees we prayed to. The North believes in the Old Gods. And they can listen to your words through those trees. [He sounds a little melancholic as he speaks.] In Winterfell we had a large godswood. Old trees and amidst all of them the Heart Tree which was a large weirwood. It was where my lord father prayed and at times we prayed together.

[Times were better then.]

That is good to hear. [He nods slowly.] Does he listen to the name you gave him. [Or her.]

[bryces_pup]

So these weirwood trees act as a sort of intermediary between mortals and your Old Gods? [As she says it, her eyes widen a moment.] Forgive me for a question that might sound ridiculous, but your Old Gods aren't dragons, are they?

[She'll explain in a minute Robb, and it'll make sense.]

He does! Granted, he has the mind of a puppy now, so he can be a bit difficult.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

I think they do. They come to us through the trees but...the story is that they are all around us. [He likes that idea better than the Faith of the Seven. Where these gods seem more like concepts and statues with faces. The Old Gods were just there...they had no faces. At least, that is not how Robb pictures them.]

Oh no. [The idea makes him laugh.] They are not... They are just...gods. [He shrugs.] We do not have statues of them.

I should give mine a name soon.

[bryces_pup]

Like a part of nature and the world around us? [That's... a rather nice thought. The Maker was said to have abandoned mortals, shutting himself away in Heaven. But Robb's gods remained. She almost envies him that.]

Ah, good. In Thedas, a country called the Tevinter Imperium used to worship dragons that they called the Old Gods. I was... concerned for a moment at the possible correlation.

[And it would not be a good connection to have.]

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[Robb nods slowly.]

Aye, I think that might be it. Sort of. [It comes to him that he has never really thought about the appearance of his gods. They spoke to the Northmen through the weirwood trees and, at times, he could feel their presence in the Godswood.] It has not crossed my mind. How they might look. [He is not an overly religious young man who clings to prayers and chanting.]

They sure do not look like dragons. I think... [A smile appears around his lips.] I do not hope these dragon gods also appeared and burned down their city. [Because that is what dragons did, burning down everything.]

[bryces_pup]

Gods seem to like it that way, to leave us wondering. I wonder if they do so for reasons beyond us, or simply out of cruelty.

[Oh, Robb. She almost laughs at his words, though it wouldn't have been a happy one.]

No, no, they did not. Something much worse happened. [The taint.] Five are dead, after they each attempted to destroy Thedas. In separate attacks, I should add. In fact... I killed the fifth one not too long ago.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

I do not think the Old Gods are cruel. [They listen, and they are there...and they can give them their blessings or their hate. But there is no cruelty.] Still, gods can be fickle.

[A surprised expression appears on his face after those words.]

You have killed a god? [Dragon gods must’ve been some sort of invincible.]

[bryces_pup]

Of a sort. I don't know if they're really gods. The Chantry tells us that there is only one god, and what we call the Old Gods are false idols. But they are powerful, and yes, I killed one. Bloody thing was trying to wipe out my country.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

You killed it all by yourself? Or did you have men with you?

[Religions were odd. He never really read up about it and mostly did not care for other religions either. The Old Gods were his gods, and his lady mother prayed in front of the Seven.]

[bryces_pup]

Hardly. The Archdemon commanded an army of darkspawn, so I needed an army of my own. There were a number of us fighting the Archdemon, but I struck the final blow.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[You lost him there, Riona.]

There was a demon as well? Was it a battle of the super natural?

[If he were eleven he’d sit at your feet with large eyes, Riona, eager for every bit of that story.]

[bryces_pup]

I - oh, I apologize. An Archdemon is what we call an Old God when it's been corrupted by the taint. They're the same thing.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

Ah...you do not have to. [He gets it...or at least...a little.] A dragon demon creature it is then. That sounds rather dangerous.

You must be quite strong. [And he can admire that.] Mayhaps we should spar sometimes. I miss doing that.

[bryces_pup]

Very dangerous. They're fond of destroying everything in sight.

[Stupid Archdemons. Stupid darkspawn.]

I am too bad, if I may say so. I'd happily spar with you. We both should keep in form, in case we ever need it here.

[kingofbadlifechoices]

[He nods.] That is what dragons do. Godlike demon ones or not. [Still, dragons are extremely cool.]

Too badly bad? Or too badly strong?

[His voice sounds light and playful.]

It would be an honor. I feel my sword skills are becoming rusty.