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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 16:11:13 GMT -5
He finds a giant mob of people hunting down any Ironborn they can find. The pickings are slim; Jory remembers most went on some hunting trip early that morning.
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Post by The Eagle on Oct 11, 2012 16:18:58 GMT -5
Jory thought for a brief moment before coming to a simple conclusion. He simply had to find out where they went hunting. He turned his horse towards the Ironborn camp. All he had to do was get one to talk.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 16:22:06 GMT -5
The Ironborn camp, quite naturally, is empty save for roaming bands of warriors looting their stuff. Jory sees a few known leaders of northmen talking, and search parties fanning out n every direction.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 17:01:34 GMT -5
Benjen nodded grimly, throwing the cuirass on and turns about, heading off to the royal quarters, as swiftly as he could. The north floor is, naturally, empty, there is no Ironborn floor, and so it is House Lannister's floor that Benjen finally encounters anyone; the Lady Meghan and a few of her guards, nervously looking about in the chaos. One of the princesses is also present, and Meghan looks at Benjen in confusion. "Prince Benjen! What's going on!? It sounds like a war outside!" |
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 17:11:22 GMT -5
"It may just be war soon," Benjen explained, his hand close to the hilt of his sword. "Listen up; you're going to all calmly follow me to the dining hall. Everything is being carefully dealt with."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 17:15:15 GMT -5
The guards look suspicious, but Meghan follows him and they have little choice but to also. Meghan gives him a long look as he turns to leave for the Martell floor.
He reaches the floor to see a bloodstain in front of the entrance.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 17:18:36 GMT -5
Benjen drew his sword and kicked the door in, signalling for the others to stand back.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 17:20:26 GMT -5
Four dead guards are found immediately, all killed by what must have been a sudden attack; two of their weapons aren't even drawn. He hears a pounding sound on a door down a side hall.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 17:29:07 GMT -5
Benjen eyes the dead guards briefly before turning around and making his way to the door. "Who's in there?" He called out, sword at the ready.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 17:44:37 GMT -5
As it turns out, someone is beating ON the door from his side. The figure is dressed as another Dornish guard, and Benjen hears him curse. To Benjen's right he suddenly senses another figure approaching with a drawn blade...
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 17:51:02 GMT -5
"Take another step and your dead," He grunts, already turning towards the figure with drawn sword.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 18:05:07 GMT -5
The other man also draws his blade and approaches, and for the immediate moment Benjen suddenly realizes he's outnumbered. The men grin at their advantage and attack.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 18:18:58 GMT -5
Round 1:
Benjen: 134
Spearman 1: 114 (-10)
Spearman 2: 142
The enemies, a little too enthusiastic about having a numbers advantage against a shieldless opponent, rush in, and Prince Benjen proves up to the the task, his sword singing as it slices open one man's elbow, forcing him to drop his shield.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 18:23:02 GMT -5
Round 2:
Benjen: 167
Spearman 1: 55 (dead)
Spearman 2: 75 (-35)
Some spirit comes over Benjen Stark, and despite his ambivalent views on violence, he is a terrific swordsman, as his looping blows keep the spearman backing into each other. When they go to separate, his sword pierces one man's throat, then he parries and immediately ripostes his fellow's counterattack, driving his blade through the man's left knee.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 18:33:08 GMT -5
The man crumples, bleeding out, unable to walk.
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