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Oliver Forrester

"Rise and rise again, until lambs become lions."

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a character in “The Battle of Fire and Ice.”, as played by Bromander Shepard

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Name: Oliver Forrester

Age: 20
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Appearance & Build: Oliver is a man forged from hardship and torment into a living weapon. The epitome of a survivor his body is well built with muscle, not an ounce of fat his body could be easily described as peak physical condition. He keeps his body in the amazing condition it is by rigorous daily training. Yet to strip away his leather armament one would find horrible scars dotting his body showing signs of horrible tortures and torment at the hands of someone truly diabolical. His eyes, piercing like the tip of an arrow are haunted and full of pain yet there is a softness there and a strength. He is handsome with starling blue eyes and a charming smile.

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Personality/History: Oliver Forrester, often called The Arrow or The Hood is a man divided. Once from a noble house in The North, Oliver sailed away with his father on a trip across the sea. His ship was taken down by a foul storm and he awoke floating on a bit of drift wood with his father. With dwindling resources Olivers father made the ultimate sacrifice for his son. Cryptically he told his son to right his wrongs before he took his own life leaving Oliver with the remaining food and water supply. Days later Oliver washed ashore on what he thought was a deserted island. Unfortunately the inhabitants of the island were an extremist cult devoted to a fire god known as R'hllor. They captured him, nursed him back to life only to begin inflicting horrible tortures on him in an attempt to commune with their god. When he thought he'd go mad from the constant torment he managed to escape with the help of a fellow prisoner who was a master bowman. The bowman begin teaching the lordling how to use the bow and arrow, how to hunt, how to fight, how to survive and most of all how to kill.

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Five years he spent on that island and much of what happened to him there is shrouded in mystery but once he returned home he was a changed man. The young man, once a spoiled lordling now had a mission. He abandoned his life as Oliver Forrester, heir to House Forrester allowing his family to continue believing he was dead. He was now consumed with a need to change the way things were in The North. The separation between the rich and the poor, the nobility and the common people. His mission at times seems all he has in the world. He robs from the rich and he gives to the poor, in his vendetta against injustice for that was his promise to his father, to right his wrongs and make a difference. He is now a hero to the people, taking up the mantle of The Hood. Oliver found The Brotherhood Without Banners, an outlaw organization committed to fighting fro the common people and quickly rose through the ranks to become their leader. The Hood figure, also called The Arrow is a folk hero of sorts. Many are unsure he even truly exists but Oliver is always there, in the shadows, watching and training his arrow on any who think they can take advantage of the poor and the weak. Despite his damaged past Oliver usually masks these emotions with quick with and a smile though if you look past his charm and sarcasm you may find the scarring underneath.


Where they live: The North, The Wolfs Wood

What/ who they are: Oliver Forrester is the leader of the Outlaw organization known as the Brotherhood Without Banners as The Arrow or The Hood.

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Oliver Forrester, criminal or champion? The question is not one easily answered. Since coming back to The North Oliver as The Arrow has killed many people in his vendetta against injustice but he has never taken a life unjustly. His actions, while extreme at times, are always for an ultimate goal. He often stages heists and robberies of wealthy nobles in order to siphon their wealth and give it to the poor of The North. Yes he's killed, yes he's hurt and yes he's even tortured to achieve his ends. But those sacrifices of his own morality are necessary if he's going to fight the injustice that grips his homeland.

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The choices he's forced to make are not lost on Oliver but they are choices he's willing to make if it means helping those to weak to help themselves. Oliver's self sacrificing, truly heroic qualities can be seen when one truly looks at his deeds. He distrusts and dislikes all nobility and royalty. He puts his faith in the people. The people of his homeland he feels needs a savior and if the king wont do it then it's going to be him. He may not see himself as a hero but he knows what he's capable of and he knows how far he's willing to go to save his country.

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Skills:

- Master Archer- Oliver's skill with a bow is unmatched. He's able to complete astonishing feats with a bow and arrow that most would think impossible.

- Stealth- Oliver is a stealth specialist, having the ability to vanish into shadow with ease. Rarely do people notice he's gone, often end up talking to him before realizing he's long gone.

- Acrobatic- Jumpy stuff

- Tactician- Tactical stuff

- Swordsmanship- Gifted Swordsman and knife fighter

- Unarmed Combat- Punchy stuff

- Survivalist- No food? No water? No problem.

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So begins...

Oliver Forrester's Story

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Oliver smiled in return, strangely he looked down almost as if he was embarrassed for a moment before those keen starling blue eyes found hers again.

"It's nice to meet you too, Clara."

He said before he shook his head with a soft chuckle.

"You know I've never... Since I started this, since I put on the hood. I've never told anyone my real name. I actually... I actually haven't even said it out loud in years."
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Oliver paused, looking at Clara who looked back without judgment or fear. Only kindness, admiration and affection. It made him feel safe, something he hadn't known in a very long time.

"It's really nice to be with someone I can be myself with."

Oliver said in earnest. His whole life since making it back from the island has been a series of lies and deception. He had to fashion a new life for himself, a life that even now he was trying to figure out. To be with Clara and not have to pretend, not have to assess or measure a threat or a target was like having a weight lifted form his shoulders.

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"It's nice to meet you too, Clara."

He said, shaking his head some, with a chuckle

"You know I've never... Since I started this, since I put on the hood. I've never told anyone my real name. I actually... I actually haven't even said it out loud in years."

Oliver paused, and Clara felt bad. She didn't want to force him like that. It wasn't fair, but she got so scared, there was something she wanted, something she choice for her self and it was about to slip away.

"It's really nice to be with someone I can be myself with."

Clara smiled, reached up and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. "I'm glad you let that be me, Oliver."She said looking at him, as much as she liked his name, how it rolled off of her tongue she knew it was her secret. "I'll keep your name to myself, and I'll call you Arrow, when we're with them, but and we're alone, like this, like now, You don't have to be the Arrow, You can just be Oliver." She said and an old childhood habit crossed her mind. " My Ollie." She giggled.

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"Ollie?"

Oliver repeated with a subtle smile. She'd gotten him to divulge his closely guarded true identity and in seconds he had a new nickname. He liked it though, it was a name just for her. A name no one knew him by. Not his family, not Yao Fei, not Shado, or Slade or Sara or Diggle anyone of them. Ollie was something Clara created and something he liked to be. He nodded as if in approval of his new title.

"I could get used to it, it's better than The Hood in any case."

He joked and they both shared a short laugh.

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"I could get used to it, it's better than The Hood in any case." He said and they both shared a laugh, Her smile faded some.

"Oliver, I...I'm sorry, I shouldn't have forced you like that, I'm not usually so coarse, but..." She sighed and then blushed. "You're just the first thing that I got to choose, I was to be married to a horrible man and no one bothered to ask my opinion, admittedly, when my cousins were going to take me away, even they didn't tell me where, it is rare that anyone asks me what want, and then you did...and then I realized..."

She bit her lip.

"I wanted...you were going to walk away, I couldn't let that happen." She said and ringed her dress with her hands, blushing.

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Oliver reached out a hand and took hers in his. She had been nervously wringing the fringes of her dress but as his hand closed around her she intertwined her fingers in his and met his gaze. He gave her a reassuring smile and shook his head.

"You'd not need to apologize Clara."

He took a moment for her to settle before he continued.

"I've walked away from a lot in the past eight years. More than just my name. I walked away from everything that came with it, and the people that came with it. I've walked away from friends, family, a life all for this. For a hood and a bow because I believe I can make a difference. I was given a mission, to save this country. I can't fail it. So I've had to walk away from a lot of things and a lot of people."

He gave her hand a gentle squeeze as the edges of his lips curled ever so slightly in a faint smile.

"You are the first person to ever make me stay."

He brushed some of the hair out of her face with his free hand and she nuzzle tenderly into his hand as if yearning for his touch.

"My life... who I was... It's not easy for me. To talk about. You've helped me take the first step but, the path to accepting who I was and the pain of what I've lost... it's going to take a while. I'm not the same person I used to be. I don't sleep, I barley eat. There's a reason I don't talk about my past and if you knew, what I've been through? What I've done?... You'd see me differently, and not as some vigilante... but as damaged."

Oliver hung his head, his mind resounded with echoes of his past struggling to come to the forefront. He took a moment to suppress his memories before he rose his gaze once again to meet Clara comforting stare.

"I want to let you in, I really do Clara but... It's just going to take some time. I just need you to be patient with me."

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"You'd not need to apologize Clara."
He said after taking her hands, she smoothed her thumbs over the back of his hands, rough and calloused as they were, she found herself taking comfort in them.

"I've walked away from a lot in the past eight years. More than just my name. I walked away from everything that came with it, and the people that came with it. I've walked away from friends, family, a life all for this. For a hood and a bow because I believe I can make a difference. I was given a mission, to save this country. I can't fail it. So I've had to walk away from a lot of things and a lot of people."

He gave her the smallest smile she'd ever seen, it was barely visible, but she was taking this moment, committing it to memory, she noticed every little detail.

"You are the first person to ever make me stay."

He brushed her hair from her face and rested his hand against her face, her eyes fluttered some, enjoying the feel of his touch.

"My life... who I was... It's not easy for me. To talk about. You've helped me take the first step but, the path to accepting who I was and the pain of what I've lost... it's going to take a while. I'm not the same person I used to be. I don't sleep, I barley eat. There's a reason I don't talk about my past and if you knew, what I've been through? What I've done?... You'd see me differently, and not as some vigilante... but as damaged."

The pain in his words, struck her heart. She pressed a kiss to his fingers.

"I want to let you in, I really do Clara but... It's just going to take some time. I just need you to be patient with me."

She frowned, slightly. "I won't force you to talk about anything you don't want to but...you need to know, I don't see you as damaged...that's why you are afraid to let me in perhaps, that's your knife believing yourself to be damaged. I don't see it that way, how could I?" She said and leaned her head to find his eyes. "I won't remove your knife, not if you don't want me to, but I could...if you let me, and inch, at a time if it helps. I can wait, I can be patient." She said and with that, she slip her arms around him, and just held him there, her head resting on his chest.
She'd be there for him, just as he'd been for her.

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Oliver let her rest her head on his chest, his eyes on the army camp in the distance. So much had changed for him in the past few days. He'd showed mercy to someone he'd targeted for death. He'd built a connection to a woman who breezed into his life out of nowhere. He'd signed on with the resistance movement. He'd told Clara his real name and let her in further than anyone has been in years. He put his arm around her and took solace in her warmth as she nuzzled in closer. As he could feel her body begin to rest, sleep coming his mind drifted back.

He saw his first days as The Hood. He saw the people he'd killed to begin his legend. He saw himself first returning home after five years in hell. He saw the island again and everything that came with it. He saw his father, and he saw the storm that ship wrecked him in the first place. He saw home when he'd last left and his mothers face waving goodbye. He saw Thea standing beside her bidding him farewell. He'd kept tabs on his mother and sister since he'd been back, he had agents in Starling keeping an eye on them should they need him. He hadn't seen them since he'd been back and this was the first time in a long time he'd thought about them.

Oliver looked down and kissed Clara's head of curls as she slept on his chest before leaning his head back and resting it on the trunk of the tree.

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The Arrow stood at the edge of a field, just outside of where the tents were. He had carried Clara to her bed hours ago. He hadn't wanted to leave that tree but he knew having her sleep outside in the cold would only serve for her to catch a chill. After about an hour of being with her he scooped her up and carried her to her tent and the bed within. Part of him wanted to remain there, just being in her presence was calming in a sense but he knew he'd find little rest anyway so he let her sleep in peace. As dawn came he was awake, staring into the distance and the battle to come. White Harbor, Robb had mentioned the would be taking the port city today which meant The Arrow would be fighting a war on the front lines.

It was strange to him, he never thought he'd find himself fighting side by side the nobility he so often opposed but here he was. He had to remind himself his enemy wasn't nobility but corruption and injustice, while they often went hand in hand they were not the same thing. Robb Stark was fighting to save this land, same as he was, it only made sense to join forces. Oliver tried his best to think tactics for the days engagement, where best to strike at the city, where a master archer would be most useful but all he could think about was Clara and their kiss.

He hadn't intended to kiss her last night, though he'd thought about kissing her on more than one occasion since meeting her he hadn't meant for it to happen. He remembered her voice and the passion in her words and when he turned to look at her it just sparked something in him and he acted. It was strange but felt right. Clara Stark made him want to be better, made him want to be more than a killer in a hood. Oliver wasn't sure what he could be but he would try, for her.

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Clara awoke t o find herself laying on a soft bed in a tent ,covered in soft furs. She looked around a little disoriented as she hadn't been there before. She rubbed her eyes and gotto her feet. Then all at once she rememberd. She was with Oliver last night.

Oliver.

She smiled softly to herself then.

He told her his name, he trusted her with something that was so sacred to him. She couldn't help feel honored.
Then her mind flashed back to a moment before he spoke his name.
The feel on his lips on hers, the way his short bread tickled her face.

She wanted to feel that again but she knew the chances were slim. He was only Oliver to her, to everyone, he was the Arrow. vengeance shrouded in green. She got the feeling she'd see more of him as the arrow then she would as Oliver.
She'd be patient, she promised she would.

She peeked out of her tent and saw as some of the soldiers were preparing for the day. She hadn't seen the Captain or Robb since last night and the idea brought a blush to her face and then a giggle to her chest.
She too spent the night with a man, and while she still kept her maidenhood, she did feel a bit...odd. She never thought she'd lay with a man she actually wanted before as bizarre as that was to believe. Sex always frightened her and now, it just...she didn't know what the idea did to her but she wasn't scared...at least not in the same way she had been.

After preparing herself for the day, she looked around a bit and found Oliver--The Arrow looking out, seemingly lost in thought. She approached him slowly. Her hands behind her back as a smile-with a mischievous glint-placed across her face. "Good Morning, Mr. Arrow." She said, after tapping his shoulder.

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Clara Stark, Oliver couldn't help but smirk in the shadow of his hood. She appeared behind him, though quiet as she was he heard her approach long before she spoke. Her voice, sweet as a robins song and twice as comforting.

"Good Morning, Mr. Arrow."

She said, after tapping his shoulder.

"Good Morning, Lady Clara."

He replied politely, somewhat enjoying their little game. He gave her a look from beneath his hood, that came with a smile and a unspoken promise. He wanted to kiss her again but managed to restrain himself. Instead he settled with a smile and a nod before turning back to look back out across the field at the army preparing for the days battle. In the still hours of the morning Oliver and Clara had their last bit of solace before the chaos of combat. Knights were rousing and preparing do don their armor. Bowmen were counting their arrows, oiling their bowstrings and preening their fletchings. Swords were sharpened, horses were fed and men prepared for a day full of killing.

"How long has it been? Since you've been in White Harbor?"

Oliver asked suddenly, his eyes on the port city in the distance.

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"Good Morning, Lady Clara" Came his reply and how she wished they were alone. She wanted to kiss him, and for a moment she was going to. She was going walk right up to him and kiss him.
She could do that?
Right?
It would be quick, quick enough that the bannerman wouldn't see.

As soon as she worked up the courage to do so he spoke again

"How long has it been? Since you've been in White Harbor?" Her smile fell then, her playful mood gone.

"I haven't been back since that day you saved me and the Captain found me..." She said, her lips pressed into a thin line as she tried not to think about that day. Her skin crawled at the thought of that man, as he tore at her clothes, She shivered and rubbed her arms. "Why-Why do you ask?"

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Oliver noted her apprehension, the wavering in her voice. It was not a place she was particularly fond of, bad memories had a way of sullying your past. Oliver had been lucky enough to have a good home life before the island and on the rare occasion he thought of Starling and the people there he thought of it fondly but Clara was obviously a different story. The youngest daughter of a noble lord, raised to be little more than a pawn in some ascendance scheme. Clara was too much of an individual for that, there was no wonder why she chafed under that kind of rigid upbringing.

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"It's not easy, coming home after being away so long. You're braver than I am."

He said, his eyes still on the city in the distance despite all he was seeing was Starling and the faces of the people he was hiding from.

"Out here or on the ship you were fighting to survive but in there is where everyone is trying to get you. They'll want to get you to talk, open up but they don't understand what you've been through. Family, friends, they mean well but none of them really get it."

Oliver paused and flashed Clara a subtle but warm smile of reassurance.

"Once you're back in White Harbor, if you need me even if it's just to talk, I'll be there."

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"It's not easy, coming home after being away so long. You're braver than I am."

Oliver said and Clara watched his eyes. He was speaking to her, but his mind was far from here. .

"Out here or on the ship you were fighting to survive but in there is where everyone is trying to get you. They'll want to get you to talk, open up but they don't understand what you've been through. Family, friends, they mean well but none of them really get it." He said and she looked away, getting a chill. She didn’t want to go back. As bad as everything seemed, the moment she left, she felt like her own person, she was Clara, Not Lady Stark, not Julia’s Stark’s baby sister, not Edwin and Victoria Stark’s daughter, and certainly not Count Blackwood’s bride.
Since she’d been gone, She met the Captain, a woman whose strength she wish she had even an ounce of, and Robb, a cousin she hadn’t realize she was as close to as she was, their relationship was stronger now then it had ever been before, and then there was Oliver, a man whose heart and mind struck her like the arrows he wielded. She didn’t want to go back, she wanted to go forward, as far away from there as possible.
He gave her a small smile.

"Once you're back in White Harbor, if you need me even if it's just to talk, I'll be there." He said and she smiled softly and nodded. She looked around, making sure that no one could see her as she reached up, and placed a soft kiss to his lips. It was quick but loving. She moved back and smiled. “Thank you.” She said softly. “You told me, last night, that you don’t eat and you don’t sleep.” She said and he looked at her quizzically. Clearly she didn’t want to talk about White Harbor or her family and she didn’t bother trying to hid her avoidance. “Well, I don’t know about sleeping but I’m a great cook, how about breakfast?” She asked, her hands around his, grinning in that way she did when she got in idea in her head. Jon used to know that look and instantly tell her whatever she was thinking, she was to stop. Did she, of course not but he used to love that about her.

Gods she missed him.

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The kiss stirred him and for a second he forgot where he was. He forgot about the hood, the army, the war, all of it. Her hand grabbed his and he began to pull her in after she offered to cook for him.

"I'd love to-"

"Arrow!"

Oliver whipped around and Clara snatched her hand from his, both startled by the voice. They turned to see Robb riding up on a massive white stallion. For a second Oliver's mind went to the last fight the two men had those few years ago in the barn. Robb Stark was a skilled fighter, one of the best he knew. He might have even given Slade a run for his money. One thought about that man and Oliver thought again about the comparison and didn't like the outcome. Robb neared, his eyes on Oliver and he wondered if he saw the kiss, if he saw their hands. The Arrow steeled himself for what came next.

Robb stark brought the horse to a stop and dismounted before marching over to him. Every step seemed strong and unafraid. A slow breath and Oliver prepared for the first blow. Robb approached the two of them, stopped, exchanges glances with both of them before smiling and extending his hand to Oliver.

"Gods man, I've been looking everywhere for you. This is where you've been?"

Oliver shook his hand, grateful that his concerns were unfounded before he shrugged causally.

"Just getting eyes on the city."

Robb nodded and looked past him to White Harbor as well.

"Get a good look. This is the last time there will be foreign banners over that city, eh Clara?"

He asked, turning to her and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.

"You were right about your friend, rare woman that one."

He joked, his mind flashing to the nights events. Oliver almost chuckled as he shot a quick look at Clara.

"You're in a good mood."

Arrow said to Robb who shrugged as Oliver had moments prior.

"Why shouldn't I be? I've got a good fight coming, going to put a few invaders heads on pikes, I got my cousin back from the dead,"

He said as he put his arm around her shoulders in a brotherly fashion while he continued.

"I'm talking to a myth and I've just begun a wager I can't wait to win."

Now Oliver couldn't help but let that chuckle escape.

"Wager huh? What are the stakes?"

At that Robb smiled, that wolf smile he was so well known for and patted Oliver on the shoulder.

"The greatest prize of all my friend."

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Oliver’s hand tugged her forward and his gaze on her was soft.

”I’d love to-“
”Arrow!”
Clara snatched her hand away and Oliver turned around at the sound of Robb’s voice.
Did he see them? What would he do if he did? Would he strike him? This was a different Robb then she was used to. He seemed to be looking for a fight all the time.
Clara watched him with a smile, trying not to look guilty as he rode up to them on the large horse that could see clear over the top of her head.
"Gods man, I've been looking everywhere for you. This is where you've been?"
Robb said and offered him his hand. Clara allow herself to breath, as she looked between the two of them.

"Just getting eyes on the city."

Both men looked out and the city she didn’t want to see again.

"Get a good look. This is the last time there will be foreign banners over that city, eh Clara?" Robb said and kissed her on the cheek. That made her feel better. He sounded more like the Robb she’d grown up with. She smiled up at him

"You were right about your friend, rare woman that one."
Clara held back a giggle. “I’m glad you think so.” She said, there was a laugh in her voice.
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Oliver looked over at her briefly.

"You're in a good mood."

Robb merely shrugged.

"Why shouldn't I be? I've got a good fight coming, going to put a few invaders heads on pikes, I got my cousin back from the dead," He said and his arm came around her shoulders and she hugged him around the waist. She was very glad to have him. Even though Jon was gone, she still had Robb and he wouldn’t go anywhere. He was much too strong.

"I'm talking to a myth and I've just begun a wager I can't wait to win." He said and Clara looked up at him, her head cocked curiously.

"Wager huh? What are the stakes?"

It was then that Robb gave a grin, she’d seen before, only it was on a woman’s face.

"The greatest prize of all my friend."

“Who said you’ll win?” came the voice. Clara’s eyes fell on the Captain. The swelling from her fights had gone down and her bruises had begun to face, despite this, she looked like she was in a better mood too and oddly, lovely. Clara held back her giggles but she allowed herself to smile. “Good Morning, Captain.” Clara greeted and Robyn nodded to her. “Morning, actually you're the one I came to see.” She said and Clara slipped from under Robb and looked at her. "Me?"
“Mm, Yes, I’m leaving.” She said and that caught all three of them off guard. “What? Wait why?”
“My ship, I have to check on my crew. I need to let them know I’m not dead.” She said and her eyes darted to Robb for a moment before falling back on Clara.
Clara’s frowned some. “ You’ll come back right?” She asked and Robyn’s face was unreadable. “ Perhaps, If I have a reason to” She said and looked at Robb then. Her face looking amused and bored all at the same time.“ Do I, have a reason to return?”

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Robb spoke, stepping forward. Robyn said she was leaving, leaving the army, leaving Clara and leaving Robb. Robb had only his first taste and it had done nothing but spark his hunger. Robb eyed her like a wolf stalking a fawn, and she eyed him right back. He was really enjoying this game of theirs.

"I'll give you a reason to stay."

Robyn seemed amused by this, half smirking as folded his arms across his broad chest.

"You know we have a fight coming. If you want to run that's all well and fine but you do you'll never be able to try and beat me."

She seemed intrigued by his proposal and listened as he went on.

"I told you this morning that I was going to kill twice as many men as I planned to. Let's see if you can kill more than me."

"How are you going to measure that?"

Arrow said from the shadow of his hood. Robb turned and could almost see the subtle smirk tugging at the corners of the vigilante's mouth.

"I won't, you will."

"Me?"

Robb nodded and turned back to Robyn whose gaze had been drifting over his body but he caught her and that only stirred him all the more.

"You and the Arrow are hardly soldiers, I wouldn't utilize you as such. Specialists that you are I figure once the battle starts, you two scale the wall, kill the commanders and open the gates. Once that's done you two can support my men by disrupting troop movements and cutting off their reinforcements from the streets, or rooftops in your case. Arrow will keep a kill count for you, to keep things fair."

He said, throwing a look at Arrow before turning back to Robyn.

"You in? Or would you leave our game unfinished?"

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”Reason to return...?” Robb mused as he stepped forward, he looked ready to devour her right then, Robyn just watched him, a bemused expression on her face.

"I'll give you a reason to stay." He said and Robyn’s brow rose. “Oh?” She asked, her hands on her hips.

"You know we have a fight coming. If you want to run that's all well and fine but you do you'll never be able to try and beat me."
The cheeky bastard was playing on her loss last night, she narrowed her eyes but listened on.

"I told you this morning that I was going to kill twice as many men as I planned to. Let's see if you can kill more than me."
Robyn laughed, a loud laugh that echoed in the trees, oddly it was genuine.

"How are you going to measure that?" The Arrow spoke and Robyn had almost forgotten he and Clara were even there.

"I won't, you will." Robb said and she swore she could almost see the confused frown on his face. Robyn couldn’t help but let her eyes drift, He was a cheeky bastard but last night was too much fun. She didn’t make a habit of bedding the same man more than once but she was more then willing to make an exception of Robb Stark.

"Me?"
Robb’s gaze found hers once more and she didn’t bother to hide the fact that she was looking. Robyn was shameless, she didn’t care.

"You and the Arrow are hardly soldiers, I wouldn't utilize you as such. Specialists that you are I figure once the battle starts, you two scale the wall, kill the commanders and open the gates. Once that's done you two can support my men by disrupting troop movements and cutting off their reinforcements from the streets, or rooftops in your case. Arrow will keep a kill count for you, to keep things fair."

He said and Robyn considered this. Killing men was what she does, on a regular basis, this poor bloke thought he could beat her. A lord’s son whose only real taste of blood came recently. She shook her head. She was almost sad he was going to lose this one.

"You in? Or would you leave our game unfinished?" He asked and she laughed shaking her head. “It’s ashamed you’ll lose this one, Stark. All the thought you put into it,” She said, the song in her voice was as condescending as it was sweet. “ What do I get when I win?” She asked him, “and I will win, I know you want, but what do I get?” She asked, raising a single brow. This game of their was great fun, she had to admit.

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Robb grinned now, a grin that held fiery promise. He took a final step forward, toe to toe with the Captain of The Harbinger who looked devour him then and there. The sexual tension between the two was thicker than molasses and Oliver and Clara were all but forgotten as Robb and Robyn played their game.

"What do you get? What do you want?"

He asked, a husky voice filled with amusement and daring.

"You'd have me at your favor, you could ask anything of me. So what'll it be? What would Robyn Sheva desire of Robb Stark?"

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Oliver crossed his arms over his chest, amused by the duel between Robb and Robyn. It was as if the two had forgotten about the battle coming, the lives they'd have to take. Then again, killing seemed to be different to Robyn Sheva and the new Robb Stark. It was an afterthought, it was almost fun they way they spoke of it. Oliver never quite understood that. He'd met more than a few people who laughed and joked about how they enjoyed killing. Some Oliver assumed they talked that way to sound imposing or tough, others were sick enough to truly mean it. He wasn't sure where Robb and Robyn fell in. To Oliver he never took killing likely. It wasn't something he enjoyed, it was a necessity of the circumstance of action. If someone thought to live, they'd have to be willing to kill for that was the world they all lived in.

Oliver stood next to Clara who seemed more than a little amused at this whole exchange between her cousin and her friend. Seeing her happy brought a subtle smile to his face. He enjoyed seeing her smile, it relaxed him in a way nothing else did. He nudged her gently with his elbow and when she looked up at him he smirked.

"They wanted to kill each other yesterday, right?"

Oliver joked in a whisper to Clara.

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What do you get? What do you want?"

Robyn could only smile. Dangerous waters he treading and he knew it, better yet, he seemed to like it.

"You'd have me at your favor, you could ask anything of me. So what'll it be? What would Robyn Sheva desire of Robb Stark?"

Robyn gave him a devilish grin. She liked when he said her name, it gave her chills...Oh he was fun. She honestly had no idea what she wanted from him....well she did but that would mean he win and she wouldn't let that happen a second time.

"I'll let you know when I win." She said with a pat to his cheek, before she walked back toward the camp, she stopped at the beside him, her head turned toward him, her hand gently resting on his shoulder. "Tread carefully, though Wild Wolf..." She whispered so that only he could hear. "You may not be able to handle what I may ask for." She said, her lips brushing his ear before she sauntered off toward the camp. She could feel his eyes on her, but she didn't look back. She grinned to herself. She liked his eyes on her, it too gave her chills.


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"They wanted to kill each other yesterday, right?"
Clara's face was turning a warm pink., struck with a look of pure confusion and shock "Uh huh," She nodded, as she watched the scene before her. She honestly didn't know what to make of it. "You know what scares me?" She said and as the Captain walked off. " I don't know which confuses me more? The fact that they hated each other or that fact that they now don't...." She mused allowed before she shook it off and clapped her hands. "So, " She said, changing the subject, though Robb still seemed...distracted. "Before any battle, everyone needs a decent meal." She said looking from her starry eyed cousin to the Arrow that stood beside her. Her eyes lingered on him for a moment. "Robb, Robb?" She said having to get his attention. She couldn't help but giggle. She titled her head some, in the way that meant 'Did you hear me?'
"Breakfast? Where can I prepare food for the army?" She asked, a smile on her lips that formed a dimple in her cheeks.

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The rain was falling heavily, Oliver could see only a foot or so in front of him through the driving gale. As the ship rocked back and fourth in the storm and the fire from the burning vessel consumed the wooden structure he stood on the deck looking down at the face of the man who'd once saved him. He had been everything from a threat, to an unknown, to a begrudging mentor, to an ally, to a friend and finally to a mortal enemy. Slade had been so much to him in the time he'd known him and it hurt Oliver more than he could realize that it had come to this. Sara was safe, and Shado was dead and it had come down to these two men. Despite all the people that died in the process it ended with the two of them, as it had began.

"What are you going to do, kid? Give me the cure?! It won't stop me! I'll never stop! Not until you and everyone you love is dead! You took everything from me! EVERYTHING!"

Slade's voice was full of rage and pain as he clutched at the arrow jutting out of his knee. Their fight had been brutal, Slade was the better fighter but Oliver was resourceful. A single slip up in his hate fueled fury and Oliver had him. Though he had pummeled Oliver neared to death throughout the course of it Oliver had managed to hold on until he got his opportunity. Now he stood over him, bow in hand and arrow drawn.

"You hear me, kid?! I wont stop!"

Slade roared and in response Oliver sighed slowly, his body stilling as he silenced his emotions and banished his morals.

"I know."

Oliver whispered before releasing the arrow.


Oliver blinked at the sound of raucous laughter behind him. Clara had made a wondrous feast for near the entire army, no small feat with what rations the army had to spare but she'd made due. She was insistent on everyone having full bellies before the fight. Oliver had eaten what he could and found a quiet spot to be alone with his thoughts. His thoughts took him back to the island and to a face he hadn't seen since then.

"Hood?"

Came a voice and in an instant all thought, concerns and memories were locked away and sealed deep within the vault that was Oliver's mind. He turned to see Robb Stark approach. He was practically beaming, a smile on his face and a drink in his hand. He was a true Northman. He enjoyed drinking nearly as much as he enjoyed fighting and both near as much as he enjoyed chasing a woman. He walked over and patted The Arrow on the shoulder warmly before standing beside to look in the direction he had been staring off into, toward White Harbor.

"I didn't see you at the breakfast feast."

"I ate."

Arrow replied, his voice even and measured. Robb just chuckled and shook his head.

"You know, friend. There is more to a feast than food right?"

"I'm not really the feasting type."

Robb smirked and took a long drink from his cup.

"No you're not are you, not enough bad guys to put arrow in."

Now it was Oliver who smirked, however subtly, in the shadow of his hood.

"There is that."