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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 16, 2015 19:35:47 GMT -5
"Meera!" Robyn exclaimed snd moved to go to her to see if she lived.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 16, 2015 19:38:27 GMT -5
She is alive but only mumbles as she is touched. Markus smiles. "How...touching. Now, then, she can go home with you," he said, "or to the harem, and stay with me." His hand strokes her side, stopping just short of her breast. "What do you say?" Robyn sees two more of those annoying guards in this open room.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 17, 2015 0:19:33 GMT -5
"What do you want?" She asked, not looking round at him, looking down at her sister.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 17, 2015 6:01:35 GMT -5
"My fellow magisters," he says, "Are quaking in fear at this emperor Vhagus." His finger swirls on Meera's bared shoulder. "I," he leans in, that breath still moist, "want you to kill my friend Octavian."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 17, 2015 7:51:51 GMT -5
"And are you not quaking in fear?" She asked narrowing her eyes, "why would you want him killing?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 17, 2015 8:47:42 GMT -5
"I fear no one," he said calmly. "And I do not let the useless panic affect the rulership of my fair city." He rustles Meera's hair. "I want him dead. You want your sister safe and warm in Eddard's Rest, yes? Not safe and warm in my bed." He smiles his creepy smile at her, all the creepier for his utter refusal to raise his eyes from her chest. "Unles you want a trade."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 17, 2015 10:57:48 GMT -5
"So you do not wish to ally with the emperor then?" she quizzed him.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 17, 2015 11:01:52 GMT -5
Sataris pulls Meera's dress up a it, revealing a dressed but nasty-looking scar on her leg. It looks like a surgical wound only much bigger. Her wrists are healing from cuts as well, and her mouth is swollen. "Hasn't your sister suffered enough, my dear? Every second spent asking these silly questions makes me the need for a pretty woman even more acutely. I have my own plans, and they involve your pretty little tits killing my dear fellow magistrate Octavian."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 17, 2015 16:37:38 GMT -5
"I love my sister, but if you think I value her life over over the whole of my families Kiingdom, you would be wrong." She said glaring at the man, "you want me to kill someone, that may have disastrous connotations for my people, and I want to know why."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 17, 2015 17:04:05 GMT -5
Sataris shrugs. "Good. Guards, wash this one off and have her sent to the guests section. One of Vhagus's Dothraki lords is coming and I'll need someone who can take a real pounding from behind." The guards come to take Meera off the bed and to the harem.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 17, 2015 17:12:50 GMT -5
Robyn closed her eyes as the guards came in, she couldn't do it, "wait. I'll do it."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 17, 2015 17:18:37 GMT -5
He waves the guards off. "So good, sanity and family prevailing," he said, walking around her, slapping her ass. "You have two days."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 17, 2015 17:21:35 GMT -5
Robyn looked at the number of guards, and considered her chances.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 17, 2015 18:08:47 GMT -5
Two guards in chain, with short swords. At least six more on the first floor. Doable but tough, especially if the first floor ones get crossbows.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 18, 2015 2:03:49 GMT -5
Robyn looked how far away they were, to see if she could get a shot in on her bow first.
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