Journal Entry 5
Brrr... It's freezing cold up here. I get it now why nobody joins the night's watch. Nobody would want to spend the rest of their lives in this cold hell. It's been hell going through the terrains. Day after day with step after step. It gets tiring. Not only that but i have to stay a night or two waiting for an animal to walk by so i could get some nutrtion. And then i have to brawl with my loving direwolf. He have already stolen three rabbits and a deer these last two months. As for weapons the dagger is still in fine contition only being used to skin the animals i take. I made a bow out of some sticks,roots and very thick strands of fur from Graybone. Have given me lots of rabbit meat as of late.
As for how long i have walked south (Or what i believe is south) it's been forever. And along the way i have met some wonderful people. How about that lovely direwolf family with the small pups and all that tried to tear me into shreds. Or that abandoned camp that was swarming with wights. Or the time i went a little to close to a giant and his mammouth relaxing. I should have remembered how that went with my skyrim character. And every time Graybone saves my hide. He scares of the direwolf family, let's me ride on his back when i tried to escape from the giant and let's not forget when he tore out a dozen of wight troats. God i love my direwolf.
But back to the point. My plan for getting south of the wall is quite genious. Ah who i'm i kidding? I AM STUMPED! The wall didn't get it's name for nothing to say the least! It's an impenetrable wall. The watch patrolls everywhere! I can't dig under, i can't climb over and i sure don't own a freaking boat! It's basicly impossible to get by without having the risk of getting spotted. It's impossible to get by! I think Donald Trump would love to have it. A lot.
It's hopeless isn't it? I might as well lay down in the snow and wait for the white walkers to drag me back north. But i won't. Not untill i can see the amazing things Martin have written in his books. I want to see Winterfell, King's landing, heck even Harrenhal. Just one single intact castle that isn't scottish. That's all i ask! Sigh.. I might as well lay myself down on the deer skin and go to sleep. There nothing i can do now anyways.
In the cold reaches of the north, Harrin is laying there snoring on a deer skin with a white fur carpet and his clothes warming him. Harrin opened his eyes to the usual sight. Whiteness with trees. The bastard stood up and yawned. It was morning. The sun however was blocked by grey skies. Harrin looked at his surroundings. It wasn't that much change. The firepit had went out during the night. It was barely giving smoke. Black dust was surrounding the firepit. The snow was falling silent down covering the black dust with fresh snow. Graybone was gone. "(Out for a hunt)" Harrin thought to himself. He threw away the fur sheet that he had slept in and stood up. He took a long relaxing breath. It was fresh. Just like home in Norway.
Harrin picked up his backpack and filled it with his supplies. Raw deer meat, deer fur, bear fur, arrows of bones and at last his trusty dagger. He put it in his sheath made of deer skin. Harrin left the campsite walking downwards. "(Let's see. Where did i leave the mark?)" He thought to himself. He looked at the surrounding trees for a single clue. He barely spotted the arrow he had cut into the tree. Harrin walked towards the mark and went by it with the direwolf nowhere to be found. Graybone would have to wait. Right now getting south is what matters.
Harrin walked for a long time. And all that he saw was trees, snow and even more snow. The wall still wasn't in sight. Harrin started to think he might have gone north instead. Hours went by and Graybone popped up. The brown and hvite fur was covered in snow. He was quite large for a direwolf. About the size of a horse. "About time you got here!" Harrin snapped at Graybone. The direwolf had been gone for too long. "What have you've been doing?!" Graybone tilted his head and stared Harrin. He then sat down in the snow. Harrin looked at his loyal companion with the same questioned look. "(What is up with him today?)" Harrin thought to himself.
Graybone lifted his back and pointed his nose in a paticular direction. Harrin looked at where Graybone was ointing. It was nothing but trees, snow and even more snow. Harrin gave Graybone a glare. The direwolf should have learned by now thta means bad dog. But the wolf kept his nose pointed in that direction. Harrin eventually gave up and started to walk in the direction. Graybone wagged his tail happily as he ran through the snow with Harrin panting behind.
Harrin eventually ran out of breath and stopped for a long breath. He leaned on his knees and gasped in air. Those lazy nights back in the real world is starting bite back. Once Harrin caught his breath he lifted his head to be welcomed by the same sight. No direwolf in sight. "Goddammit." He said out loud. This was the thrid time this week the direwolf had left him. Harrin had no choise but to walk where the direwolf had pointed.
Harrin walked and walked for what he thought was ages deeper into the woods. Eventually he reached a shore. The shore was in the right position. Harrin finally knew what way he was going. Two months of walking not seeing a single shore in sight and now he knew it. He had been walking south all along. Harrin looked south and finally saw the thing he had waited for. The wall. In all of it's frozen glory.
Journal Entry 6
Finally! Finally! Finally! I'm almost there! I'm almost out of this frozen wasteland! Ha ha! Suck it White walkers! You're not turning me into a wight!
Okay happiness aside it's been a good day. I finally saw the wall and i was amazed. This giant structure is bigger then anything i've ever seen. Miles upon miles with frozen ice being humongus. I feel like pissing off the end off it. Would boost my pride by the size of mount rushmore. And for some reason i feel the urge to sit on top of it and drink wine. Man that would make me look like a complete douchebag (Dammit i was going to write awesome dude in there!I forgot i was writing about me. Argggh! The things i would do for ink erasor.)
As for my safety the direwolf have decided to sleep elsewere for the night. What does Graybone even do at this time of night? He might as well come back with a bag of gold for an apology. That direwolf is the most unloyal dog i've ever had to be aquainted with. He leaves me when he wants to show me something, leaves me alone at night and eats a large piece of my supply. Man's best friend my ass.
As for a plan to get by i might as well climb. It's risky i know but do anyone have a better idea? Huh i'm writing to myself. Weird.
Snow. Snow and trees was the only thing in Harrins eyesight as he walked in the deep woods. He had lost sight of the wall a few hours ago but he knew he was walking in the right direction. Harrin walked south cheerfully and filled with hope. It seemed he had forgotten that he had no plan to get over the wall. And to top it off this was a warm day. Nothing could go wrong.
Harrin stopped for a moment and admired the nature. Soon he would never see it again. But then he noticed something glimmer in the snow. Harrin bowed down and picked up what was glimmering. He brushed off the snow to reveal a shiny metal rose that was colored silver. Harrin looked at the rose with widened eyes. "(This... this is..)" He knew perfectly well what that rose meant. But why the heck would the Tyrells be up here?
He put the metal rose in one of his pockets and looked around. No signs of people. Harrin heard the weak sounds of feet in the snow. It came from behind him. He turned around to see his loyal companion Graybone standing there. He was holding something in his mouth. The sight widened Harrin's eyes. The wolf was holding a grey hand in his mouth.
Journal Entry 7
Tyrells are here. Great, even more bullshit to handle. I found their camp a little off the shore. There seems to be 10 people there. Five are hevily armed so i don't have much hope for taking them head on. They seemed to come from a crashed ship longer down the shore. Graybone led me there. Suprisingly enough he didn't leave me, Maybe i should stop being angry at him. BUt this is extremely good news! A ship that can take me south. No mountain climbing for me! Ya hoo! But that's where the good news end. The ship is missing it's helm, pieces of the deck is also missing and let's not forget the GIANT FUCKING HOLE IN THE SHIPS REAR!
No wonder they left it. It's basicly hopeless to get south now. Ah well i better just sleep on it. Maybe there is some supplies nearby i can borrow. But there is one thing that bothers me. Where did Graybone get that hand from?
The white moon was towering over the black sky. The moon light shone on the walking rotting wights that wore fur. They seemed to stay in one place waiting for somethingor someone. A few moments later their master arrived. A giant white man with shining blue eyes clothed in nothing but a skirt made of leather. Behind him were twenty men who stared blank into the air with their blue eyes. They all had a rose sewn on their chest. The white man turned around and shouted to them. Sounds of ice crackling was the only thing heard. The wights thgat came started to walk deeper into the forrest. Last in line was a fat man that had been heavily wounded. His right hand was missing.
