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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 16, 2015 14:16:44 GMT -5
"I am Archmaester Mychel," the man said. "We did not think you'd bother returning. I guess we should have sent the official letter of expulsion," he said nonchalantly.
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Jul 16, 2015 14:42:39 GMT -5
Quentyn realized there wasn't much sense in maintaining the ruse at this point.
"Not as though she'll be staying long, Archmaester." His hand involuntarily moved to rest on his sword's hilt. "And it was at my insistence, when I heard of the beatings your lot had given her."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 16, 2015 14:45:43 GMT -5
"Beatings? That implies a plural," he said. "She was found guilty of charges she vehemently denied, then claimed an Ironborn lord had kidnapped and raped her, then she received the lashes due for lying and lewd behavior." He noted the aggressive posture. "We have no desire to see her here ever again."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 16, 2015 14:57:17 GMT -5
She looked at him rather dubiously, trying to remember where she'd met him. There had been a lot of men at the so-called trial but most of them had been nothing more than alien faces to her. But she knew he wasn't the man who'd judged her nor the one who flogged her.
"I would still be here, even if you had officially expelled me." She looked him in the eye. "You know perfectly well I never lay with any of those novices. Your people flogged me for daring to aspire to knowledge usually dennied to women. That's all. The pursuit of knowledge is not a crime, Archmaester. Your treatment of me was unjust. I will give you one chance to cooperate with us else I will turn a blind eye to whatever Lord Cleftjaw wishes to do with men who harm his friends."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 16, 2015 15:02:25 GMT -5
Mychel looked bored. "Is this the same Lord Cleftjaw who kidnapped and raped you, as you protested at your trial to explain your lack of virginity? He has no authority here," the man laughed. "In face, I believe the Lady Arania would be shocked to hear that her neighbor to the north's cousin is allowing an enemy lord into the harbor to spy out her new ships being built. To fight exactly this man." He laughed. "And you thought you had the wits to be a master. Leave now before my sides hurt."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Jul 16, 2015 15:19:02 GMT -5
Quentyn shrugged, and smiled. "I suppose that's that, then. The Archmaester has decided, Morgan." He waved a hand toward Elwyn. "Pack your things and head to the docks, Maester Elwyn."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 16, 2015 15:19:49 GMT -5
Morgan's fingers strayed to the dagger at her belt as she glared at Mychel. "Kill the Archmaester, Quentyn. I wanted minimal bloodshed but this one is clearly beyond saving."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 16, 2015 15:21:50 GMT -5
Vern and Mychel both arch eyebrows. "Oh guards," Vern said. "The Lady Brax has had too much to drink, and requires an escort from the grounds."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 16, 2015 15:50:38 GMT -5
Morgan darted forward, drawing her dagger and laying it at Vern's throat. "Don't make threats to me."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Jul 16, 2015 16:12:38 GMT -5
Quentyn sighed and drew his sword. "This could all have been avoided, Mychel." He said evenly, striding toward the archmaester and thrusting at his chest.
"See to the door, boys! No one in or out!" He called to his men.
(Swords 88 or 100, depending on which score we're going with)
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 16, 2015 16:14:19 GMT -5
(Small blades 79).
Morgan will attempt to neutralise Vern but will kill him if he resists.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 16, 2015 17:44:56 GMT -5
Vern doesn't bother moving. Now he looks genuinely amused. "Superlatives fail me at describing the magnitude of the shit you are stepping in, my lady," he said. "The charges just keep adding up." Michel is a bit more disturbed, but (assuming this means you didn't actually stab him) he puts his palms out in a non-threatening gesture.
"So, you've captured us." Citadel guards knock at the door. Vern calls out.
"Don't be rash out there! they have the door jammed up! If you break it you buy it!" The pounding ceases.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 17, 2015 2:21:37 GMT -5
Morgan smiled coldly at Vern. "We wouldn't be here now if your people had let me study in peace. That was all I wanted. But instead I learned that the Citadel is ruled by the conniving and the corrupt. And now you will tell me the name of the man who ordered my arrest."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 17, 2015 7:24:39 GMT -5
Vern taps his fingers on the desk. "Corruption is quite the charming charge to lay on us," he laughed. "But very well. Archmaester Lorn is in the gardens, probably. He does ever so love his plants." Mychel looks back and forth. "But for all the things between you and him, he may as well be on the damned moon."
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Post by Quentyn Cleftjaw on Jul 17, 2015 10:00:54 GMT -5
"What makes you think we'll be going there alone?" Quentyn asked, chuckling. "You're going to take us, or I'm going to squeeze the life out of you with your own chains. My men will escort us to Lorn, then all of us will leave the Citadel, and then you will be released safe and sound."
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