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Braavos
Jul 16, 2015 11:26:11 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 16, 2015 11:26:11 GMT -5
The soldiers note it, and are heading towards the island. As they reach the bridge, more crossbow bolts force them to take cover. These ones are coming from some thuggish people on rowboats in the canals. The soldiers are returning fire. Amelia counts four men coming to her from the manor to her right, and cannot see through her weakening but still present wall of flame. Her back is to the canal, and to her left is the bridge. "We do," the man says. "Westeros's most dangerous sorcerer, we heard. But we have been assured that you aren't so hard to kidnap. Which means killing you is just as easy."
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Braavos
Jul 16, 2015 11:53:01 GMT -5
Post by Amelia Royce on Jul 16, 2015 11:53:01 GMT -5
Amelia cocks her head at the man and smiled. "Those days are over, honey," She says, before drinking as deep as she could from her power and blasting the four men to her right with fire. She would then attempt to run across the bridge.
Firecalling: 90
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Braavos
Jul 16, 2015 12:03:43 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 16, 2015 12:03:43 GMT -5
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The four men simply vanish into cinder, but the wall has gone as she begins to sprint. The men are hesitant about chasing her now, and other than the sounds of slaughter inside the manor, the area is eerily quiet for two full seconds after the men evaporate. As she reaches the bridge, she feels a sudden unnatural cold coming from the waters.
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Braavos
Jul 16, 2015 12:52:55 GMT -5
Post by Amelia Royce on Jul 16, 2015 12:52:55 GMT -5
"Oh fuck..." Amelia swears to herself, staring down at the water for a moment before crossing the bridge. She looks around, desperately trying to find a way to link back up with the others.
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Braavos
Jul 16, 2015 13:04:14 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 16, 2015 13:04:14 GMT -5
The other two have had to keep running, the battle continuing on. She has never been the worlds prime athlete, but the Sealord's men are coming in greater numbers, forcing the black brothers to retreat. Only the one with the star dives into the canals, swimming faster than Amelia has ever seen an athlete move. He crosses to a nearby island and vaults over a fence, while the rest of the men flee on boats or die. The manse burns loudly, popping sounds coming as the oil paints erupt.
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Braavos
Jul 16, 2015 13:08:50 GMT -5
Post by Amelia Royce on Jul 16, 2015 13:08:50 GMT -5
Amelia looked up from where the man had vaulted over the fence and returned her gaze to the manor, which was very swiftly burning down. She thought of all of the animals within, of the riches, her clothes. "Bastards..." She hissed to herself, before looking for a way through the alleys to find her friends.
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Braavos
Jul 16, 2015 13:11:42 GMT -5
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 16, 2015 13:11:42 GMT -5
A strong force of soldiers is now coming to the manor. The leader looks to Amelia. "Who are you? Why's going on here?"
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Braavos
Jul 16, 2015 13:15:19 GMT -5
Post by Amelia Royce on Jul 16, 2015 13:15:19 GMT -5
"I am Amelia Royce, the wife if master Denys!" She called back, making her way up to them. "Those men in black, they attacked the manor and set fire to it! They were trying to kill me but I was able to fight them off." She finally puts her shoes back on.
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Braavos
Jul 16, 2015 13:17:10 GMT -5
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 16, 2015 13:17:10 GMT -5
The men look at the hilariously impractical shoes on the cobblestones. "Everyone from the manor is headed to the barracks two blocks away. You two take her there," he barks. "The rest of you bastards with me!" The forty men move to secure the area.
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Braavos
Jul 16, 2015 13:23:03 GMT -5
Post by Amelia Royce on Jul 16, 2015 13:23:03 GMT -5
Amelia proves quite adept at walking on anything in silly shoes and lets the men escort her to the barracks.
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Braavos
Jul 16, 2015 13:24:20 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 16, 2015 13:24:20 GMT -5
The other two are there, along with a few servants. Faeron is sitting by himself babbling nonsense. A servant is squalling about how everyone had been killed. Amelia still feels the unnatural chill.
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Braavos
Jul 16, 2015 13:25:59 GMT -5
Post by Amelia Royce on Jul 16, 2015 13:25:59 GMT -5
Amelia gives her husband a supportive smile, before turning to Faeron. She studied him for a moment before giving him a slap.
"What the hells happened there? Did you feel the water? I can still feel it's frostiness."
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Braavos
Jul 16, 2015 13:29:41 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 16, 2015 13:29:41 GMT -5
She hasn't yet seen her husband. Faeron shakes. "The man on the throne...he was there. He is coming for me. For you. For all of us."
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Braavos
Jul 16, 2015 13:32:33 GMT -5
Post by Amelia Royce on Jul 16, 2015 13:32:33 GMT -5
Amelia quietly nods, looking about. "I know... I know he is, Faeron, but we will survive. We will fight him. Will you be alright?" She gestures to a nearby man. "Where is my husband?"
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Braavos
Jul 16, 2015 13:38:16 GMT -5
Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 16, 2015 13:38:16 GMT -5
"Who was it? Where is he?" Faeron trembled. "He has an army in Westeros, in Braavos, everywhere. The drug...is creating an army."
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