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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 16:32:41 GMT -5
+2 Spear Gerold
+1 for both Yronwood and Ghaston
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Post by Kurts on Oct 12, 2012 16:50:32 GMT -5
Ser Ghaston wipes the blood from his sword and gauntlet on the dead heretic leader, staring down at him and whispering a prayer thanking the Seven for his triumph.
When he was done, the knight roughly grabbed one of the surrendered outlaws by the throat and slammed him against the side of the wagon.
"Explain!" he ordered, his tone threatening.
(intimidation 50 if necessary)
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Post by Ser Gerold Sand on Oct 12, 2012 17:20:25 GMT -5
Ser Gerold picked himself up then wiped his spear on the nearest outlaw before joining Ser Ghaston. Judging by the blood splattered on his armor and shield he figured that he made a gruesome site. He stood there staring daggers at the outlaw being interrogated.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 17:23:10 GMT -5
"He puh-put us up to it, ser! All them magic tricks he used! Healed some lame man's legs...and all sorts!" The outlaw has a fairly poor grasp of language, it appears.
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 12, 2012 17:29:01 GMT -5
"To what purpose you fool. You will not likely escape the noose, but you may yet escape damnation eternally after, if you repent of your service to demons and monsters," Oberyn snapped, stoically bearing the wound on his left shoulder. He did frown at the plates that had been broken though, that would have to be repaired.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 17:35:31 GMT -5
"The...the keep. Something he wanted there. Innocence or innocents...all a distraction."
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 12, 2012 17:39:19 GMT -5
Oberyn hefted his spear, swinging it forward to rest on Ser Ghaston's shoulder, and pressing it slowly forward until the razor sharp, bloody point rested on the man's Adam's apple, just above where Ser Ghaston's hand held him upright. "What did he take? Did he get it, while we were distracted here?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 17:41:49 GMT -5
"I've been here!!!!!" He squeals. "He left a few hours ago...he could have made the castle!"
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 12, 2012 17:43:34 GMT -5
"Who is he, describe him. Anything to distinguish the man, and how the fuck did he make the dead rise and walk," he asked, his voice dropping dangerously throughout the course of his questioning.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 17:45:54 GMT -5
"He...he has no faaace! He puts one on or something, I think! He showed up two months ago....and then people could walk who couldn't and people who were sick got better! He said the Seven had blessed our faith!!!!"
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Post by Ulfric Harlaw on Oct 12, 2012 17:48:08 GMT -5
As the man babbled, Oberlyn leaned toward Ser Ghaston to speak so only he could hear. "He speaks truly, Ser, I am sure of it. I have heard of the false Red Priests from the east performing such charlatan acts and calling them miracles; it can only be heathens such as those who would invoke the Seven in association with such perversions."
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Post by Kurts on Oct 12, 2012 17:58:50 GMT -5
Ser Ghaston absorbed all the information in silence, hand not loosening from the outlaw's throat.
"What's in the wagon?" he asked, remembering they had been loading something.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 18:02:21 GMT -5
"The ritual...stuff," the man's vocabulary is limiting him. "they were going to move on."
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Post by Kurts on Oct 12, 2012 18:42:17 GMT -5
"You have done well telling me what you know." Ghaston replied, his voice becoming kinder. "Perhaps the Mother will have mercy on your soul."
He sighed and turned to one of his knights. "Fetch the ropes from my saddlebags."
As the knight did this, Ghaston began rifling through the contents of the wagon. Perhaps there would be something of use or some clue.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 12, 2012 19:02:06 GMT -5
The ropes are brought quickly. Inside the wagon he sees canon texts, candles, and the like, and among them all, an iron coin with rather bizarre writing on it.
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