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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 22:51:32 GMT -5
Round 2:
Blackwall: 96 Drumm: 161 Harras: 127 Catherine: 130 Arania: 149
Limper: 103 OL 2: 68 (-10) (-25 added) OL 3: (-10) 52 (dead) OL 4: 110 (-25) OL 5: 98 (-10) (-35) OL 6: 70 (-35)
The fight is now purely one sided as Lord Drum kills his opponent and everyone save the Limper takes wounds. the cowardly outlaws throw their weapons down, hoping to appeal for mercy.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 22:54:47 GMT -5
Amelia slowly rose to sit upright as she watched fight, select memories flooding back into her brain. For some reason however she could remember what had happened after she entered the carriage...
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 22:55:50 GMT -5
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As his men quit fighting, the Limper looks about, suddenly looking very scared and alone, like the weak man he had grown up as. when he sees Arania Hightower, he swallows. "Me..mercy, my lady?"
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 11, 2012 23:03:57 GMT -5
Arania kicked him in the face. "How dare you plead with me for mercy! You are nothing but a worm, Saltcliffe," she sneered. She looked to Amelia, who seemed to have regained consciousness. "Ami, what do we do with him?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 23:05:21 GMT -5
"Him?" Amelia asked, suddenly looking up. Him... the Limper!
The Royce girl slowly rose and made her way over, holding her ribs which hurt for some reason. "Beg." She said, looking down at the man.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 23:10:12 GMT -5
His men were crowded about separately, bleeding and crying. the unhurt Limper makes quite the contrast, save for his nose. "Please by the gods above and below don't kill me please please please pleasepleaseplase don't I'm sorry for making you suck her tits I amIamIamIamIam!"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 23:15:32 GMT -5
"Beg harder," Ami said, placing herself right in front of the man. She cleared her throat and spat down at his face.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 11, 2012 23:19:22 GMT -5
Arania stood to one side and watched. She glared down at him, disgusting sniveling trash. She let Ami do her thing, enjoying the spectacle of the man begging for his life. "Make him tell us who put him up to it, Ami."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 23:20:27 GMT -5
"Of course of course. Cassadar! Him! it was him I swear! All of us! He had some sorcerer heal me!!!!!!"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 23:25:50 GMT -5
"Cassadar..." Amelia said, the name sending waves of fear through her. She looks coldly down at the Limper. "Strip."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 23:26:26 GMT -5
The Limper looks at her dumbly, unable to comprehend her words.
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Post by Arania Stark on Oct 11, 2012 23:29:45 GMT -5
"Cassadar?" Arania's eyes narrowed. "The assassin?" That made no sense to her. What did he want with Amelia Royce, with some Ironborn swine to do his dirty work? And what good would a war do him?
She kicked the Limper again. "Do as she says."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 23:34:31 GMT -5
The Limper squirms and whines, but finally his pants and shirt are off. He looks smaller without clothing, his newly healed leg seeming seared back into place. "It's cold!"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 23:36:08 GMT -5
"Yes it is," Amelia said, turning to the bleeding Blackwall. "Break his leg; right where it was broken before. He can't be the Limper for now reason."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 23:37:32 GMT -5
The knight offers Arania the mace to do it, taken off a bandit.
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