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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 19, 2015 15:06:25 GMT -5
She thinks why the hell not, second floor it is, and climbs up to there, thinking it's easier to go down than to go up.
Once up there, she looks to see if there is any indication of which way they should go... and wondered why complexes this large were not better sign posted.
It struck her, telling them what the signal should be would have been a wise move. She would have to make it really obvious.
She decided to go left, it was as good a way as any, and looking for a clue as to where meera could be, listening for whispers, scraps of clothes, anything really.
(Espionage 81, observation 51, sneaking 69)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 19, 2015 15:22:38 GMT -5
She finds Meera, which is better than a scrap of cloth. A single guard is sleeping in a chair next to her. Is...it possible Sataris really isn't expecting a frontal assault?
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 19, 2015 15:25:15 GMT -5
Robyn is usually not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, but thought this was too good to be true.
She looked round to see if she could see any sign of a trap, hearing footsteps, if there are doors near by, if she was attached to like, a bell, or something silly like that, trip wires.
(Observation 51)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 19, 2015 15:29:56 GMT -5
+1 Observation. Robyn really cannot see anything. She even checks down to make sure the pervert magister isn't sneaking a peek up her shirt.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 19, 2015 15:33:59 GMT -5
After not finding a trap, Robyn goes up to the guard and slits his throat.
(Sneaking 69, Espionage 81, Small Blades; 61)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 19, 2015 15:36:25 GMT -5
+1 Small blades. Robyn finishes the man effortlessly. Paranoia is beginning to set in. It sounds windy out. It wasn't just windy out.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 19, 2015 15:39:35 GMT -5
Robyn looks at nick, and after wiping her small blade off on the guards own clothing, she goes to the window, motioning for Nick to stay with Meera.
She assumed whatever it was, is, if anything, would be obvious to see, but she looks hard regardless.
(Observation 52)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 19, 2015 15:43:36 GMT -5
Drogon is overhead, gouts of flame slamming into the harem. Scream can be heard, a few arrows uselessly lancing upwards the great beast. Destruction has never looked so casually brutal.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 19, 2015 15:48:37 GMT -5
Robyn sighed and rolled her eyes, this was perfect.
"Vhagus Blackfyre is here... with his dragon," She said, cringing, she did not know if they were safer inside of out.
"May I suggest we take the stairs?" She comemnted and went to one of meeras sides to help lift her.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 19, 2015 15:53:01 GMT -5
Meera opens her eyes. "Wha..?" She blinks. "Robyn? What's...going on?" She jumps painfully as Drogon roars.
Nick shakes his head. "We need to run. Now." the man lifts the slip of a girl on his shoulder. "Lead on! No one is going to pay attention to us now!" As he speaks, Robyn smells the smoke and hers the wind gathering strength.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 19, 2015 15:56:28 GMT -5
"Nothing Meera, go back to sleep" she said, and ran round the level until she came to some stairs down. She took them, and tried to find the fastest way out of the buidling.
Time to put her years of running away from responsibility to good use, (Sprinting 60)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 19, 2015 16:03:13 GMT -5
Men rush about, none caring about her. She sees Markus running into a room. Nick is speeding behind her. An exit is straight ahead.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 19, 2015 16:05:12 GMT -5
"Get Meera out!" She calls at nick, and runs to follow Markus into the room. Even if his deception had already been discovered. She wanted to kill him herself. Running into danger head first.. was rather her thing.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 19, 2015 16:07:27 GMT -5
She slips in before the doors close +1 sprinting. Markus turns to look at her with hate. "Clever bitch, I figured you'd tell Octavian...but Vhagus?" He snorts and draws his sword. "You'll beg for death before it comes for you."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 19, 2015 16:11:08 GMT -5
"I didn't tell either, I guess they just don't think you're trustworthy. Wonder why?" She spat at him, and drew her short sword. "I'm going to show you what happens when you abuse women like you do."
Small Blades: 62 Chain Armour: 25
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