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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 20:15:29 GMT -5
Round 1:
Benjen: 126 Lyddle: 158 Hollis: 180
Zealots 1: 83 (dead) Zealot 2: 133 Zealot 3: 128 (-35) Zealot 4: 118 (-35)
Liddle's first shot is a magic one, his arrow catching the nearest zealot in a gap in his thin armor, the arrow shooting right out his other side. Prince Benjen is evenly matched with his opponent, neither taking nor dealing any hits, while the monstrous Hollis Clegane makes both his opponents wish they had kept their religious interests strictly to reading, and less on world-ending rituals.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 20:24:19 GMT -5
Round 2:
Benjen: 134 Lyddle (melee, no room for a shot): 103 Ser Hollis: 205
Zealot 2: 155(-35) Zealot 3: 137 (-70) Zealot 4: 101 (dead)
There is no stopping Hollis Clegane as he simply rampages over the three zealots. Benjen runs around them seeing that the huge Westerman is able to fight all three alone, and Lyddle follows him as they pursue the man in black through the back of the sept.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 20:25:06 GMT -5
Round 3:
Hollis (irrelevant)
Zealots are dead
As the two northmen get through the back of the sept, they see the man in black climbing the stairs leading up the walls of Mason Keep.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 20:27:26 GMT -5
"Lyddle, see if you can get a shot in on him!" Benjen shouts, before setting off up the stairs after the man. This shit was personal.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 11, 2012 20:30:29 GMT -5
Lars stops following in order to take aim and see if he can take a safe shot
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 20:31:50 GMT -5
Lyddle:
Arrow: 149
The arrow explodes into flames as it streaks like a missile towards the man in blacks head, but the man shudders and staggers a few steps. He turns about and looks at the northern prince coming after him, unencumbered by armor, too close to turn his back on now. "You can save her, Prince Benjen." He draws his sword, Valyrian grey and razor-thin, "but not if I die."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 20:34:02 GMT -5
"What do you mean!?" Benjen snarled, his shield held high in front of him, sword hovering in a defensive position. "What have you done to Meghan Lannister?!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 20:35:51 GMT -5
The sword leaves a little glowing trail behind it as it spins. "The Seven offer no good without sacrifice, Prince Benjen Stark. I do not expect you to know that, following the trees you call gods, but it is fact nonetheless. Innocence is the most precious of all those sacrifices."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 20:39:58 GMT -5
"That doesn't sound like Seven worship to me," Benjen remarked, slowly moving into a better offensive position. Enough of this shit.
"Tell me where she is or I cut you within an inch of your life," The heir to the North warned.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 20:41:06 GMT -5
"Only an inch? How pedestrian. But, fine. Look over your shoulder; your man has an arrow on me if I move from this spot."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 20:43:39 GMT -5
Benjen studies the man for a moment, judging whether it is a trap. He seemed weakened and Lyddle wasn't far off. "Keep your eyes on him, Lars," The Prince called before briefly turning to see what the man spoke about.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 11, 2012 20:44:46 GMT -5
Lars keeps his arrow trained on the man, not even breaking his eye contact to acknowledge the Prince's command.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 20:49:11 GMT -5
Benjen sees another man, dressed in a Dornish guards' clothing, holding Meghan Lannister right at the tip of the Great Hall's ledge. "She has to die, Prince Benjen, for the good of the realm. The Seven demand proof that good exists here. She...is our proof. Don't you see?" Even from this distance, her shivering and crying can be seen. The man speaks as though describing the weather. "If I were crazy, how could I perform all these miracles that the gods blessed me with?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 11, 2012 20:52:14 GMT -5
Benjen's eyes narrow in anger, focusing in on the poor Lannister girl before he turned back to the stranger. "And you will prove good exists by killing an innocent girl? Tell me, if you are going to kill her anyway then what stops me from gutting you like the pig you are?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 11, 2012 20:55:13 GMT -5
He sighs. "My faith is still weak, alas. I cannot finish the Seven's good work dead, and between your sword and the giant's mace I cannot fight you, and with the huntsman's bow I cannot run. The Seven choose their vessel in unknowable ways, and we can prove...unworthy. She will live if you let me go." He gestures, and the false guard lets her go, still on the ledge, and take a few steps back.
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