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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2011 12:53:40 GMT -5
A few halfhearted sounds come from her as her paralyzed vocal chords fail. Her arms hang loosely at her sides.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 5, 2011 12:57:20 GMT -5
Frances grinned down at the girl and took a dagger from his blade. "See this?" He asked, holding the blade under her nose. "Pretty sharp. I honed it today. For this." He flashed her a smile of his white teeth and placed the tip of his blade against the girl's nipple.
Then he slashed.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Sept 5, 2011 12:57:49 GMT -5
Pol reached the ship and after changing out of his clothes into more suitable ones he decided upon trying to find Blackwell or someone else that could relate to him the feel of the city. He checked the docked Iron Born vessels, "Where's Blackwell?" he called out when he came upon some men milling about.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2011 13:00:37 GMT -5
"Blackwall ain't been seen in four hours, Pol!" a voice speaks. Formalities besides king or lord captain were not closely observed in the Iron Islands.
Darcy squeaked a bit as her breast burst, the knife slicing through skin and muscle. Her eyes filled with fear.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Sept 5, 2011 13:08:56 GMT -5
"Well then, some others will have to take his place. Who's ready for some drinking? The girls I saw earlier put me into a hunger!" Pol slapped his stomach.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 5, 2011 13:10:45 GMT -5
Frances' grinned widened as he watched the blood trickle to the ground. "I've only just begun, girl. Ready for pain?"
He chuckled and pushed Darcy's lip with a thumb and placed the tip of his dagger at the top of one of her front teeth. Then he dug in and wedged the tooth out, before thus removing all of Darcy's teeth.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2011 14:13:38 GMT -5
Darcy passes out at the third tooth being removed.
Creed Humble stands and folloes Pol. "Aye, let's have some damned whiskey for once! Cheap ass runny ale and water for wine!"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 5, 2011 14:14:21 GMT -5
Francis frowned when he was done, slapping the girl on the face to wake her up. "Come on now, pretty, we aren't done yet."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2011 14:21:33 GMT -5
Darcy was pretty well unconscious between the toxins and the blood loss. She makes a few gurgling sounds.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 5, 2011 14:29:49 GMT -5
Frances frowned. Cleaned his blade and put it away, before taking the wine glass and leaving the room. With a grin he looked for the other girl.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2011 14:33:40 GMT -5
Jaelah isn't in the main room anymore. Frances can see anothe rdoor which he assumes is the second bedroom.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 5, 2011 14:36:52 GMT -5
Frances knocked on the door.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2011 14:38:41 GMT -5
He hears nothing. A thunk comes from the other room.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 5, 2011 14:40:21 GMT -5
Frances frowns and return to the room the thunk came from, his hand ready on his sword.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2011 14:43:47 GMT -5
He sees Darcy lying in a pool of quickly spreading blood.
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