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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 18:33:08 GMT -5
Benjen grabs the man by the throat and slams him against the wall. "Tell me what you know now and I'll let you die quickly." He growled, almost appearing like a wolf in man form.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 18:35:00 GMT -5
Wuh...wuh do you wanna know?! Anything, I swear!"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 18:36:02 GMT -5
"What are you doing in here?" The prince asked, pushing the man against the wall again. "You aren't Ironborn, so how are you involved!?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 18:37:35 GMT -5
"Ironborn?! Boss isn't...Ironborn!" Keeping him upright is clearly killing his leg and he squeals in pain. "Nina...Martell, boss offered a thousand gold dragons...that and...wildfire..."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 18:41:11 GMT -5
"The kidnapped girls!" He growls, pressing his sword lightly into the man's side, not to cut but scare. "Who took them and where did they go!?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 18:49:35 GMT -5
"Heard...revenge...trap....north!!! Only supposed to be one...Ruh-Royce! Pin it on the Ironbooooooorn...."
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 11, 2012 18:50:36 GMT -5
(OOC: Modified haha and again)
Lars comes to the Gate in order to find the King and ask about what is going on with the Iron born. As usual he has his bow and arrows strapped to his back and his throwing axes tied to his belt.
He runs into the Prince.
"Prince Benjen what is going on?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 18:53:29 GMT -5
Benjen spun around and saw Lars. "Liddle!" He grabs the injured man and thrusts him towards the northman. "Bring this man to my father now! Someone is trying to frame the Ironborn!"
Without waiting for an answer he goes to the door the men had been banging on. "It's safe! You can open up!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 18:56:02 GMT -5
The door opens after a moment, and a guard starts to level a spear when Nina's voice cuts through. "He's Prince Benjen Stark, fool." She steps out a bit hesitantly despite her words and sees the two dead false guards. "Where's the third one?" She suddenly asks in a panicked voice.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 11, 2012 18:56:55 GMT -5
Lars is surprised as the man is tossed into him. He does what the Prince bids him without thinking and drags the injured man to the Kings chambers.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 18:59:49 GMT -5
The door opens after a moment, and a guard starts to level a spear when Nina's voice cuts through. "He's Prince Benjen Stark, fool." She steps out a bit hesitantly despite her words and sees the two dead false guards. "Where's the third one?" She suddenly asks in a panicked voice. "Being taken to my father," Benjen explains, not quite slipping out of his martial stance. "Nina, you are alright? Is your sister here too?" |
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 19:01:48 GMT -5
"No, no, the THIRD one! He killed all of my guards....except Martyn here.....he was so fast...everyone else is on that hunt." She's looking everywhere now, as though expecting the unknown assailant to materialize from nowhere.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 19:02:45 GMT -5
Lars is surprised as the man is tossed into him. He does what the Prince bids him without thinking and drags the injured man to the Kings chambers. The king sits in his room, looking ove ra map with his champion when Liddle comes in. "Who the hell is this, Liddle?" He has never sounded so angry. Never in Liddle's life. |
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 11, 2012 19:06:20 GMT -5
"Prince Benjen tossed him to me. Said to bring him right to you. Said the Iron born are being framed." Lars replies, half bowing. He still did not fully understand what was happening.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 19:08:31 GMT -5
Benjen immediately scans the room again, putting himself in front of Nina. "Martyn is it? Guard the princess' back; we're getting out of here." Hundreds of thoughts rushed through his head as he swiftly lead them first towards the great hall, where he hoped Meghan and the others would be.
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