The Lost Stag

Garden of Bones

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                    Thunder rumbles through the darkness as It rains down on the gold cloak's encampment. Two gold cloaks are arguing over who is the best fighter as they stand guard. "It's got to be the Mountain. He's the biggest. He's the strongest," a guard said.

                    "Bulls are bigger than lions. Doesn't mean I'd pick a bull in a fight," a guard said.

                    "If the bull had fangs and claws, I would. Right, the Mountain or our man Jaime?" the guard asked.

                    "If he ever gets out," a guard said.

                    "Loras Tyrell?" the guard asked.

                    "Loras Tyrell. He's prettier than the Queen," a guard joked.

                    "I don't care about pretty. He's better with a sword than any of them," the guard proclaimed.

                    "How good could he be? He's been stabbing Renly Baratheon for years, and Renly ain't dead," a guard joked, causing them both to laugh. Out of nowhere, a horse neighs nervously. "The horses seem a little spooked to you?" he asked.

                    "They get spooked by their own shadows," the guard explained.

                    "Shh. Do you hear that?" a guard asked.

                    "No," the guard said.

                    "There's something out there," a guard said nervously. The soldiers both stand to investigate the darkness. They move forward cautiously until one lets out a loud fart. The other guard jumps as the first guard laughs raucously.

                     "Oh. Oh, you're a right little prick," a guard said in annoyance.

                    "You should see your face! I swear you pissed yourself," the guard said with a laugh.

                    More horses begin to neigh nervously, "There is something out there," a guard said nervously.

                    "Yeah, don't even try me," the guard said as he went to take a piss. The other guard sees movement in the shadows.

                    "Rennick!" he yelled, but it was too late. A smokey grey direwolf with yellow eyes leaps from the darkness and bit into Rennick's throat. Not too far from the encampment Robb Stark and his Northern men sit quietly on their horses, listening as a pack of wolves descends upon the Lannister men. Robb is a dashing young man with a stocky build, blue eyes, and thick wavy dark brunette hair. He wore a fur cloak and surcoat over his armor. The young man also wields a longsword at his hip and an oak shield decorated with a direwolf's head on his back.

                    Hours later, several men carry a soaked unconscious Ned through the Stark encampment and into a large tent. The camp Maester is caring for Ned when a beautiful older lady rushes in. She has fair skin, long auburn hair, and blue eyes. The woman has long fingers and high cheekbones. She was dressed like a lady of noble birth. "How is he?" The woman asked as she sat by the cot Ned lay in and took his hand in hers.