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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 21, 2015 19:54:27 GMT -5
Robyn curses and puts the girl in the wine room, out of the way, and uses the cloth from before to gag her, feeling like a fiend, but she didn't want her to be discovered.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 21, 2015 19:59:24 GMT -5
As the girl whines, the footsteps stop. Screams of dying men reverberate. "Robyn? That you?" Nick's voice asks. "You're missing the show!"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 21, 2015 20:03:38 GMT -5
Robyn exited the room, looking for Nick, "I shot a little girl... It seemed right to help her," she asked, a little affronted Nick heard sniffling and whining and assumed it was her. "Shall we get back to... The show?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 21, 2015 20:14:16 GMT -5
"Of course," he said. "I knew you wouldn't cry." They search the castle. Fighting is already dying down...there's only so much two dozen people can bleed.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 21, 2015 20:15:50 GMT -5
robyn hurries to help, even as the fighting dies down, wanting to help Walter more, heading the way he was, to the cells.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 21, 2015 20:26:14 GMT -5
They arrive to see Ser Walter surrounded by dead men, Bryen Redfort bleeding in the corner. Lord Gregor is apparently a brutal fighter, and the knight is barely holding him off.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 21, 2015 21:14:28 GMT -5
Robyn looked at the sheer mayhem, before coming to herself, and going forward to attack the man.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 21, 2015 21:21:07 GMT -5
"Bow!" Nick called out. "Fuck single combat!"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 21, 2015 23:41:27 GMT -5
Robyn looked round at Nick, the man sucked the joy out of everything.
Robyn readied her bow and fired at the man who was attacking Walter.
(Bows 85)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 22, 2015 6:37:23 GMT -5
Robyn: 134 (medium hit)
Lord Gregor grunts in pain as the arrow strikes him. Walter finally finds his opening and slices him open, from throat to groin. As he dies, the young lord falls to his knees, bleeding from two wounds, exhausted as the adrenaline leaves his body. "Thank...you, princess," he gasps out as he pants.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 22, 2015 8:00:57 GMT -5
Usually Robyn needed no encouragement to use the bow over the sword, she was was rather surprised at herself.
"Sorry I did not get here sooner, there was a little girl being carried off to the moon door." She explained leaving out she had shot her with an arrow. She should probably go back and see if she was okay. "I should go make sure she is okay." She looked at the bodies littering the ground wondering how many of them had made it.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 22, 2015 10:08:40 GMT -5
Looks like they might have seen or eight left counting Robyn and Nick. Five men for fourteen isn't bad, right? Walter follows her. "That must be Emilie! Where is she?"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 22, 2015 10:48:18 GMT -5
Robyn looked at him a little sheepishly for once.
"Don't get upset... but I might have shot her with an arrow," she informed him, "I wasn't aiming for her, but... well..." she trailed off and lead him back to the Moon Door Room.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 22, 2015 11:40:44 GMT -5
Nick wanders off, looking for lone wolves in the jeep. Walter jogs off with her to the girl. "I'm glad your aim was more true on Gregor," he said. Emilie cries as they bandage her up. "Now to convince the rebels to surrender."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Apr 22, 2015 11:45:05 GMT -5
"We could throw lower Gregors head in the lift...with a note saying it is over, and mercy will be shown if they surrender." Robyn suggested. Having apologised to the little girl profusely.
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