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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 18:35:56 GMT -5
It is definitely the sort; fine and attractive, but now ripped and ruined.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 11, 2012 18:51:54 GMT -5
"They must have passed this way," he said. "There's a trail. Look. I'll follow it. Come after, with the horses."
He set off following the trail.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 18:59:54 GMT -5
After only a hundred meters or so, he comes across his old acquaintance, Ser Clarence Blackwall, beaten and cut up. Next to him is a bruised and bleeding naked girl covered in a woolen blanket. "Drumm...old fucker...what took so long. Drowned Gods alive..."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 11, 2012 19:12:33 GMT -5
"What happened?" Ragnar asked, as he knelt beside them. "Who's the wench?"
He looked to see if either had serious injuries.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 19:21:16 GMT -5
"Amelia...Royce. The Limper..doesn't limp anymore. Behind you!" Ragnar sees six men approaching, Lucas Saltcliffe among them. Ser Clarence has a short sword and struggles to his feet.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 11, 2012 19:23:40 GMT -5
Ragnar swore more loudly than necessry and drew Nightfall. He hoped Harras heard his shout and would be there to join them.
"What's the meaning of this, Saltcliffe?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 19:27:39 GMT -5
"I wanted to walk, Lord Ragnar. And walk I shall. Give us the girl and this can all be over."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 11, 2012 19:33:02 GMT -5
"I think not. Because of you, our camp was attacked by a force of greenlanders. I don't care about the little wench, but I won't stand here and see you plunge us all into a war just for her."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 19:39:53 GMT -5
"Why, Lord Ragnar...you and that broken warrior can't stop us. Just stand aside."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 11, 2012 19:47:56 GMT -5
"May krakens eat your guts," Ragnar snapped. "I'm not going to just walk away."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 19:48:44 GMT -5
Amelia blinked, hearing voices from somewhere above her. She slowly opened her eyes to see herself in the company of men... some of whom she vaguely recognized.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 11, 2012 21:54:11 GMT -5
Arania and Catherine came upon a very interesting scene...the Ironmen were squaring off; the Saltcliffe and a man Arania didn't recognize. And Amelia, mostly naked and bleeding from several places, was slowly beginning to stir on the ground. "Look, there she is!" she whispered, pointing toward her. "Gods, I hope she's aleright! She needs a Maester as soon as we can get her to one..."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 22:03:15 GMT -5
"Great! We're in the middle of a giant standoff. Crossbows?"
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Saltcliffe laughed. "Fine, then, this can be done your way..." His men advance, as the distinctive twang of a crossbow sounds.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 22:31:55 GMT -5
Fight time!
Ser Clarence Blackwall: -25 Lord Ragnar Drumm: 95 Sword Harras: 60 Sword Catherine Mallister: ? Crossbow, ? Small blades Arania Hightower: 50 Small Blades
Limper: ?? Outlaw 1 OL 2 OL 3 OL 4 OL 5 OL 6
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 22:41:08 GMT -5
Crossbow: 146 (OL 1 Down)
Round 1:
Blackwall: 135 Drumm: 114 Harras: 133 Catherine: 103 Arania: 78
Limper: 126 OL 2: 121 (-10) OL 3: 92 (-10) OL 4: 88 (-25) OL 5: 83 (-10) OL 6: 79
Catherine Mallister's crossbow shot is on target, spearing a shocked outlaw before anyone else knows the battle has started. The two angry women charge into the fray, but it is naturally Ser Clarence Blackwall doing the brunt of the fighting, even wounded and with a horrible sword he holds two men off. Ragnar Drumm and Harras manage respectable touches on their opponents as well. The Limper is shocked at the sudden onslaught, and is no battle commander to inspire loyalty.
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