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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 23, 2016 16:17:20 GMT -5
While thousands of troops remain in theory, in practice the vast majority of the city is now unguarded, its population mostly slaves and helpless, and it is overrun by vengeful troops in a matter of a few minutes. The sun is blotted out by the numerous fires set and the atrocities defy description.
From their respective viewpoints the commanders see that the final elite of Frances and Karissa's garrison are buttoning up in the castle, past the maze of fortified houses leading into the inner city.
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Post by Kurts on Feb 23, 2016 16:47:07 GMT -5
As chaos reigned, Killion organized the King's Reapers and his own personal guard, beginning a sweep house by house and block by block, the organization of the force standing in stark contrast to the rest of the looters. He did not slow to loot and did not dally to rape. He took no plunder and took no thralls, a laser focus on the systematic slaughter of every inhabitant of Myr he came across be they soldier, civilian, slave, man, woman, or child. Too long had he sat a throne holding court, yet he did not feel the thrill of reaving at this moment. He felt a force of nature, snuffing out life as the Storm God had snuffed out Nagga's flames, dealing death with a cold disdain for human life, screams and pleas for mercy drowned out by the thundering heartbeat pounding like a war drum in his skull.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 23, 2016 16:58:35 GMT -5
Ambushes from soldiers take a few of his men's lives but the king slaughters a hundred and fifty or so people before coming to the first pocket of real resistance. The inner city looks fascinatingly opaque, and arrows lance out at him and his men whenever they approach. At this point death from smoke inhalation is more dangerous than anything else; the city's ghettoes are made of cheap wood and the dry air has left no humidity to dampen the impact of flames.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Feb 23, 2016 17:09:02 GMT -5
Robyn got into the city with most of the rest of the army, and much like Killion did not stop to do any looting or anything, but more so did not stop anyone else as she made her way with some of the North North's mens towards the middle of the city to try and get towards the castle. Some of what she dreamt about in her mind, knowing they would all have to be careful.
She wished she'd spoken to Ellaria about it, but too late now.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 23, 2016 17:11:17 GMT -5
Robyn's men make it to an old steel mill before being fired on by remnant soldiers. She has perhaps a hundred men gathered and the arrows fly fast and furious.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Feb 23, 2016 17:13:25 GMT -5
Robyn signals for her men to take cover, and any who are able to fire back at those firing on them.
Bows 100
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Post by Kurts on Feb 23, 2016 17:19:34 GMT -5
Killion called Amelia forward as they hit the first pocket of real resistance in the urban sprawl. He was covered head to toe in blood, none of it his own.
"Burn the rats out of their tunnels." he ordered her, running Nightfall across his palm in a crimson line to give her the fuel she needed, his eyes cold and grey and cruel like the seas of his homeland.
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Post by Lyonel on Feb 23, 2016 17:39:36 GMT -5
After taking a middle finger from his fallen oppoinent as a token (which would later be added to the bones in his armor), the Captain was reunited with the main body of the Ivory Host. He promptly climbed on top of Ossēnagon's back and made his way through the narrow streets of Myr towards King Killion, being sure to trample down whatever came between the pale behemeoth and his destination. His men would take care of the looting, as per Company's tradition, everything (or at least everything the lower ranked sellswords had not hidden up their arses) would be pooled and redistributed according to a previously agreed amount, of course, Kranys' share was the largest.
He arrived soon after Killion gave his command for Amelia to burn everything down, his grin soon vanishing when facing with the King's cold dead eyes, there was a man he didn't plan to cross any time soon. Most people took Kranys eccentric battlelust, and occasional fits of anger, for brashness... It might be true, but if years in the pits had taught him anything, was to know whom you wanted as a foe.
Kraznys had thought of making a witty remark about Amelia's skill, but something in the air made it look as if it was not a time for japes. So he simply aknowledged his employer with a solemn nod, sitting confortably on the elephant's back, his bow ready for any rat that might come out of his hiding running from the fire.
[Bows: 80 + 5 from Elephant Commander]
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Post by Kurts on Feb 23, 2016 18:26:55 GMT -5
Letho followed the king's party, likewise ignoring the chaos of the the looting. He was a hunter, not a scavenger. His quarry had gone to ground, but it seemed the Ironborn were dead set on flushing them out. Contrary to those he was trailing, he did not slay anyone that did not raise steel against him. That stage in his life was done, though the screams and smoke brought its fair share of memories to the surface.
As he reached the holed up resistors, he took cover and drew his crossbow, peaking out to fire bolts off at any foolish enough to peak their heads out.
(Crossbows 85+5 from Ability)
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Post by Amelia Royce on Feb 24, 2016 7:54:04 GMT -5
Killion called Amelia forward as they hit the first pocket of real resistance in the urban sprawl. He was covered head to toe in blood, none of it his own. "Burn the rats out of their tunnels." he ordered her, running Nightfall across his palm in a crimson line to give her the fuel she needed, his eyes cold and grey and cruel like the seas of his homeland. Amelia arrived, dressed in the typical mish mash of Ironborn clothes and light armour. Again - blending in. She observed the rickety houses that formed the slums ahead of her before looking at Killion. She almost spoke then but stopped herself. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the outpouring of king's blood. She could taste it, yes, its power. A power with which she could do anything... She focused all that power on herself, drawing deep from it and the wells of fire. Both hands outstretched and pointed at the slums she tried to generate as large a wave of fire as she could, with the aim to make it roll through the slums and burn them down.
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Post by Marlow on Feb 24, 2016 11:21:01 GMT -5
Harwyn and a pair of his crewmen regroup with Killion and Co. as they move through the city, the reaper watching Amelia with no small amount of distrust.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 24, 2016 11:21:03 GMT -5
The fire burns hot, hotter than hell, hotter than maybe even the fires that forge steel as it moves lazily down the slum road, burning dozens alive, setting buildings alight. The fires burn so hot even Amelia cannot quite believe her own abilities, and in a few minutes five hundred or more are dead. The flames are likely to be completely out of control within another few minutes, winds and wood forming a deadly combination.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 24, 2016 11:22:22 GMT -5
Robyn signals for her men to take cover, and any who are able to fire back at those firing on them. Bows 100 177 Robyn strikes down archer after archer with her bow, and her brother is nearby, similarly killing men as they pop up to fire. Rbyn's men swiftly cross the road while archers cover and kick the doors in, and the swords scream as blood is spilled inside.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Feb 24, 2016 11:54:27 GMT -5
Amelia watches the fire spread through the houses, burning them quicker than any normal possible fire could. The air was scorching and she felt it sting her eyes... something inside of her was suddenly struck, affected by the flaming death caused in front of her. She turned to Killion and motioned towards the fire.
"This will only grow, and fast. We should move away from here."
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Post by Marlow on Feb 24, 2016 12:00:27 GMT -5
Harwyn was suddenly reminded of something he forgot to do. He would need to catch up on his chores later. "Not bad for a traitor, but if a single Ironborn dies in that fire.." Harwyn kept his hand on his axe as he turned to Killion, awaiting orders.
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