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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Iron Sky" data-source="post: 4842353" data-attributes="member: 60965">Session 21, Part 1  Kezzek stopped and glanced at the line of horseman blocking the road back into Port.  Bluish spiderweb tattoos were clearly visible on their necks.  He slowly reached towards his quor'rel. One rider's mount stepped forward and pawed at the ground.  “Hold your weapon Greywarden, we bear no grudge against you,” the man said. “No?  I seem to remember bringing forty or so of your men to justice.” The man shrugged.  “Small price to pay for what we're going to get out of it.  Bragas wants to see you.” “Bragas?” Kezzek said.  He lowered his hand to his side, but was still tense. “Bragas Webdyn.  He has need of the impartial services of a noble Greywarden.” “Hmm.”  Kezzek growled and squinted at the Webdyns.  “Very well.” The riders parted and brought forth a mount from behind them.  He mounted up and they rode. They rode throughout the night and near dawn, as they passed through some craggy hills, they found a patch in the road that was blackened and scorched, bits of burnt flesh, seared bones, and smoldering wood scattered all about.  He had a sneaking suspicion about what happened and the fate of those Silver Knights.He pulled out his journal and jotted some notes as he rode.  His companions seemed a bit more unsettled about it.  They said nothing, but the rest of the ride they cast frequent worried glances at the hills, as if expecting some fire-belching dragon or demon to leap out. Kezzek was too tired to care much.  It had been almost two days since he'd last slept so a few hours later when they reached their destination, he was half-asleep in the saddle. A scattering of white tents were pitched at the base of a tall cliff.  Nearby, atop a hill were the ruins of a small castle that looked to have burned down long ago.  A wide, gaping cave opened into the base of the cliff and odd rectangular boxes were stacked nearly to the ceiling on both sides of the cave.  He had a good guess about what was in those boxes, but he had a harder time trying to guess how many there were.  Hundreds?  Thousands? A tall man with the blue Webdyn tattoos on both sides of his neck, face, and down his arms walked out from a massive pavilion tent, a man in full plate and another cowled figure in thick purple robes following him. “Hail noble Greywarden,” the man said.  “I am Bragas Webdyn and I have a proposal for you.  Would you like to step inside?” Kezzek dismounted with a grunt and squinted at the early morning sunlight.  “I've barely slept in the last two days and just rode hard for a whole night.  Give me your proposal and I'll consider it.” Bragas grinned.  “Direct and to the point.  I like that about Greywardens.  Very well, I will speak directly.” He turned and looked at the ruins.  “Look at that.  That should be the flag of the Freeholds.  We've been fighting each other for hundreds of years, bickering and quarreling and blood-feuding.  I tire of it.” “So you won't wipe out the Thornspills?” Kezzek said. Bragas looked back at him, as though surprised.  “No, of course we will wipe them out, but only because that is the first step in my larger goal.  The Freeholds have never been unified, though many have tried.  I think I am the man and now is the time.” Kezzek almost mentioned the Ashen Tower's crystals, but held his tongue.  “So what do you want from me?” “Ahah, no nonsense.  I like you Greywarden,” Bragas said, turning and looking towards the morning sun, then out at the hills that descended down into the Freeholds.  “For the Freeholds to become a true Kingdom, they need a strong King.  That I can do.  But what the Freeholds needs just as much is a single order of lawbringers, someone to keep the unruly Freeholds from each other's throats.  You've seen how our Hold-laws function...” “Let me see if I understand you correctly,” Kezzek said.  “You want me to head up a policing force for the Freeholds, unified under you?” “Precisely.” Kezzek rubbed his head.  “I'll have to think about it.  Is there a place where I could rest and think on this?” “Of course!” Bragas said.  He gestured grandly towards the pavilion.  “Use my tent.  Feel free to use any refreshments you find in there.  I look forward to hearing your decision when you awake.”</blockquote>

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