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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 15:25:16 GMT -5
Jory: 141
Andre Hill: 165
Mob: 290 (total)
The two experienced brawlers fend off the angry mob, clawing to get at each other. Andrew Hill is by far the stronger, peeling men off and beating them with whatever is handy, while Jory uses his opponents' momentum against themselves. Finally, bruised and bloodied, they meet (-15 to both)
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Post by The Eagle on Oct 12, 2012 15:29:10 GMT -5
With what space he had left, Jory squared off in a fighting stance against the drunken giant, only somewhat regretting his decision to attack him.
Unarmed Combat (70)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 15:33:31 GMT -5
Round 1
Jory: 106
Andre: 101
The men circle and strike, but nothing of consequence occurs.
Round 2:
Jory: 76
Andre: 147
Jory feints and makes a quick move to knock out the westernmen using a blood choke, but Andre has seen the like before, and is faster than he looks. He grabs him by the neck and the crotch, lifts him up, and slams him onto the ground, leaving him twitching but not permanently harmed.
"My mother was a whore...but she didn't have pox, bitch." The angry man says as he leaves the tavern.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 15:39:10 GMT -5
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As JOry recovers, a man shakes his head. "You nearly had him. Haven't seen anyone best Angry Andre Hill yet."
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Post by The Eagle on Oct 12, 2012 15:50:04 GMT -5
Jory groaned again, rubbing his sore neck. That man was quite skilled, especially considering that he had been drunk. But it was fine. There would be another time. He slowly got up and left the building.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 15:52:54 GMT -5
ooc: In the words of Beerfest...He's not that drunk!  |
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Post by The Eagle on Oct 12, 2012 15:59:57 GMT -5
Hee hee
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 12, 2012 18:17:06 GMT -5
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Lars enters The Broken Lute. He never likes to see death like he did with the Lannister girl. He thinks drinking may help his mood, Durran always seemed to tell him that, so he walks up to the bar and orders a drink.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 18:24:21 GMT -5
He gets an ale immediately, the size of his head. The server looks at him. "Rough night?"
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 12, 2012 18:29:20 GMT -5
"You could say that." He replies to the server as he takes a few big gulps. "Tell me, do you know of anyone around here that could give information on people? A friend of mine is still recovering from an injury, and wanted me to look for someone."
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Post by The Eagle on Oct 12, 2012 18:35:19 GMT -5
Jory arrived at his second tavern for the night, this time wanting to be a little more active in his search for knowledge. He approached the skinny man he had saw at the archery range several days past. "I have information on people. Who is your friend?"
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 12, 2012 18:41:45 GMT -5
"My friend is Durran. A Clansman from the mountains of the moon. He is looking for a man named Handsome Garry Grimm. have you heard of him?" Lars responds as he sees a man with a scarred face approach him.
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Post by The Eagle on Oct 12, 2012 18:49:21 GMT -5
"Not much. It is said, however, that he desires revenge on Lord Mallister. If you would get to Grimm, I suggest you start following Lord Justin."
He turned.
"Now. I have a question for you. Do you know what happened to Lady Lannister last night? I had heard Benjen Stark killed her."
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 12, 2012 18:54:11 GMT -5
Lars shoots the man a glare. "You heard wrong." He drinks deeply.
"The Prince did not kill the Lannister girl, a henchman of some priest did. Prince Benjen killed that man."
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Post by The Eagle on Oct 12, 2012 18:55:17 GMT -5
Jory smiled. "And how would some lowly Archer from the North know that?"
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