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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 11, 2012 19:48:18 GMT -5
Lars nods and readies himself by the door, in order to launch his arrows as soon as the large man smashes it. He also makes sure his throwing axes are loose in case of a close range battle.
Bows -80
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 19:55:51 GMT -5
Ser Hollis slams his mace into the door with an impact that makes three old mens' hearts stop, four babies come out of their mothers prematurely, and possibly also a tsunami in far off Asshai. Liddle looks for a target but picking one out in the sudden bright room is difficult, so he holds fire rather than risk a poor shot. Hollis charges in anyway.
Inside the sept are another dozen bodies, and four men carrying swords. At the head of the altar is a person tied down to it, and another man, wielding a grey-steel sword. He jams the sword through the bound person, blood flowing down both sides of the altar. Before the giant can reach the men, the blood forms some sort of fist and slams him back through the wall.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 19:58:52 GMT -5
Benjen only briefly notices the bodies, before the... thing happens.
"By the Gods..." He murmurs, watching Clegane get smashed to the ground. Slowly, shield raised, the Prince enters the room, his eyes set on the leader. "Who are you?"
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 11, 2012 20:00:58 GMT -5
Lars stands guard next to The Prince with his bow still ready to fire.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 20:04:15 GMT -5
Ser Hollis is back up immediately, his helmet off but otherwise apparently unfazed. He looks at the sorcerer with new respect. "Cheap tricks. You will run out of blood before I will." The man stares in disbelief at the single-minded resilience of the giant before managing what should have been an awesomely unsettling chuckle.
He recovers his confidence well enough. "My name is irrelevant. My message is all that matters. The Seven have judged Westeros unclean, and condemn it to the fate of Valyria."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 20:08:10 GMT -5
"I see talking won't change your mind," Benjen said, shaking his head. "Blades will have to." He nodded to Lyddle before advancing, sword at the ready.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 11, 2012 20:10:01 GMT -5
Lars took The Prince's words as a order to attack. He first targeted one of the four men with swords.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 11, 2012 22:06:16 GMT -5
Robert Dondarrion arrives at the gates of mason keep and looks around telling his men to hold ground as he looks around for any guards or any act of commotion.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 22:09:34 GMT -5
There is, to say the least, commotion. At least ten guards are at the main gate, and rumors of some huge battle and the death of the beloved Meghan Lannister are already circulating.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 11, 2012 22:11:39 GMT -5
He looks to Raymund. "Men, see what you can do to aid, if they do not need it return to the camp we are to leave soon. Raymund let us go find the King, we must see if he is fine." He says running into the great keep of Mason Keep.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 22:15:01 GMT -5
The king, as it turns out, is on a hunting party. His return is expected in the morning.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 11, 2012 22:19:33 GMT -5
He takes a breath at that. "This is very difficult. I do not think this will end well..." He says looking to his brother. "What do you think we should do now?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 22:24:17 GMT -5
Raymund shrugs. ''Hell, no business involving us. Post guards and get some sleep."
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 11, 2012 22:25:29 GMT -5
He looked to a fire with a small sigh and nodded. He walked to the gate and returned to his Camp.
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Post by The Eagle on Oct 12, 2012 1:16:15 GMT -5
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Jory woke up dazed on the ground, his head aching. What in the seven hells had happened last night? He was riding through the Ironborn camp, there had been a lot of chaos, and...
The club. That blood-drunk fool with the club had actually managed to knock him out. Jory cursed himself for letting this happen. He groaned. I, he mused, need to get a job.
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