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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 27, 2015 12:14:34 GMT -5
"Name one," he said with a chuckle. "Ask your priest what he wants with living magicians, assassin. The Seven may be angry." He goes to move but falls back on his chair, coughing even louder.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 27, 2015 20:02:04 GMT -5
Dice came forward to do the business, jamming her dagger up and into his heart but was ready to fight if need be.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 27, 2015 20:54:10 GMT -5
Beric Hightower dies without a sound.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 27, 2015 21:12:54 GMT -5
Dice cleaned the blade on some sheets whilst murmuring a prayer for the man. He like many other wasted their breath trying to sway her faith. Couldn't he have said a prayer or said he loved his family? She left the body and room behind her.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 27, 2015 22:01:56 GMT -5
The room is about two hundred feet off the ground level. There is a very curious lack of personnel around.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 27, 2015 22:17:21 GMT -5
Dice took the oppurtunity to move a little quicker to get out of Dodge.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 27, 2015 22:20:35 GMT -5
As she moves down, she sees why the area is deserted. A huge black dragon is circling the skies overhead, before it lands off near the Citadel. Dozens of guards are running to it.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 27, 2015 22:27:31 GMT -5
She paused to gawk at the thing before considering it probably best to run away from the beast rather than towards certain death. She hurried downward before the dragon decided to turn the tower into the worlds tallest oven.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 27, 2015 22:31:55 GMT -5
As she runs, she makes it to the base before hearing cries of the lord's death. Pandemonium is reigning on the ground. Dice has a billion ways to run and a half million people are blocking every damned one of them.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 27, 2015 22:48:22 GMT -5
Dice tries to weave through the crowds and people going every which way, "Seek shelter!" Dice yelled out, aggravated at the headless chickens around her, "Get to the Sept if you can!"
(Agility roll maybe?)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 27, 2015 22:50:39 GMT -5
Her voice is drowned out by the screaming and commotion, but after a few minutes Dice makes it to a mercenary's tavern. It is then she remembers she is dressed in a septa's clothing. Strongly likely the men think she's a stripper....looking around, yep, they are pretty sure she's a stripper.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 27, 2015 22:55:59 GMT -5
She takes out a dagger, "Nothing funny from you assholes," she states while she takes cover from the commotion. She'd need to grab her shit and book it asap.
(Intimidation roll for the threat?)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 27, 2015 23:04:26 GMT -5
The men all think it's part of her act. Some sort of deadly nun. They all histle and clap. "Take it off!" "Stab me!" "Mine is bigger!" are a small sampling of the responses she gets.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 27, 2015 23:07:37 GMT -5
She rolls her eyes, "Fuck off," Dice puts her dagger away and leaves the tavern, to get back onto the crazy streets.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 27, 2015 23:08:40 GMT -5
After some serious effort she makes it to the Starry Sept.
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