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Post by Amelia Royce on Jul 22, 2015 11:08:43 GMT -5
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Amelia Royce seeks out Ragnar Drumm.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 23, 2015 10:18:15 GMT -5
Ragnar was drinking with a raucous group of his men when Amelia showed up. He grinned at her and sized her up. "Greetings. And to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 23, 2015 10:21:40 GMT -5
Clarence Blackwall makes an involuntary gesture against evil when he sees his former lover-turned-enemy-turned damsel in distress-turned would be kidnapper.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Jul 23, 2015 18:35:06 GMT -5
Amelia gives Clarence a honeyed smile, before turning to Drumm. "Lord Ragnar, may we speak in private?" She wears the usual skimpy affair etc. etc.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 23, 2015 18:42:09 GMT -5
"Certainly," Ragnar agreed. "How could I say no when you're dressed like that? Come to my tent, we'll be private there."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 24, 2015 14:31:37 GMT -5
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A man with no fingers, thumbs, or toes enters the camp, a tower sigil on his shirt. The shirt looks new, and the man is in old looking chain mail and has a sword strapped to his belt. He is walking about in a daze.
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Post by Marlow on Jul 24, 2015 14:42:58 GMT -5
Harwyn is one of the first to approach the man, staring at him with curiosity but not interfering.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 24, 2015 14:47:45 GMT -5
Frey Drumm spottedt he man too. She looked at him, saw how he was mutilated as she got closer. She frowned and walked closer still.
"Name yourself," she called. "And state your purpose."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 24, 2015 14:49:41 GMT -5
"Lucas of Old Wyk," he said. "I was a prisoner from a raid on the Wolfswood a year and a half ago," he said. "I've been released...I guess," he says, then he falls to his knees and starts sobbing with relief or shame or something.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 24, 2015 14:52:38 GMT -5
She knelt beside him, scanning him quickly for signs of blood to determine whether his lost digits were recently removed.
"Who let you go?" She asked. "And why now?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 24, 2015 14:54:24 GMT -5
The wounds seem old for the most part, except for the final toe, which is a bit newer. "Lord Stark," he said. "He said that...that he's just returning lost property. Said it was the neighborly thing to do."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 24, 2015 15:00:49 GMT -5
"I see. Well, I'm Freya Drumm. Come with me, I'll see you fed. Are you in pain?" Her voice was cool but solicitous, Freya was not a warm woman but she knew her duty here.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 24, 2015 15:06:13 GMT -5
"I need shoes," he said. "But...I'm all right, I guess."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Jul 24, 2015 15:21:45 GMT -5
"We'll find you shoes," she promised. "But come and rest first. Take my hand if you like." She stood and, bending, offered her hand to help him rise.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 24, 2015 15:23:46 GMT -5
He puts his palm in it and rises. "More are coming," he said.
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