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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 20:06:19 GMT -5
Ami bit back a squeak from where she was hidden while Benjen gave a silent prayer to the Old Gods. He slowly inches his way from behind the wardrobe and to the wall that was on the same side of the door, trying to get as close to it without being seen from outside.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 20:10:05 GMT -5
"Not me, Stark! Although, your killing my friends is getting rather old." A voice calls out from outside.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 20:13:54 GMT -5
"Maybe if you stopped coming after mine, Cassadar!" Benjen called back, ready to draw his sword. "Though I suppose that's an impossible deal to make now!" He knew the man could very well be trying to distract him so he kept his body tense, his eyes shifting about from the door, to Catherine, to the windows.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 20:16:54 GMT -5
"Like who? That sweet lady Amelia gave herself to my men, and Limper went well outside his authority, and that Hightower girl. And I have it on good authority you could have saved Meghan Lannister, so I fail to see why you're being so pissy with me. My problem wasn't with the north, Stark." The voice is calm. "Why don't you just come out and we can discuss this like men."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 20:23:37 GMT -5
"I don't think so, Cassadar. You're still a criminal!" Benjen called back. "What about Nina Martell? Or any of the other girls you burned?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 20:32:04 GMT -5
"You aren't Dornish; stop giving a shit. Ser Markus's sword protects Dorne." Silence a moment. "There's a doom coming, Prince Benjen. Sacrifice is the only thing that holds it at bay."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 20:37:13 GMT -5
"I don't have to be Dornish to care!" Benjen calls back. "And what sort of a doom is this? Maybe if you spoke in less mysterious tones people would be more willing to listen!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 21:08:59 GMT -5
"Doubtful; you lack the capacity to accept the truth. Because the truth is that the gods are angry, and they are sending a punishment for us as they did for Valyria." He finally speaks again, after a moment of silence. "Give up, Ben Stark. Let me prevent them from destroying Westeros. If you do not, I promise, before old Gods and new, weirwood and sept and temple, before the Red God and the Great Other, that I will strike at those you care about until only you are left. Your betrothed? She will curse your name a thousand ways before I let her die. Serena Tully? Her skin will be redder than her hair. Nina Martell? I will give her to my favorite underlings and she will be returned to Dorne when she is as gritty and barren as the rest of that land. I will snatch Arania Hightower out of her home and write a book on the parchment I will make from her skin." He speaks slowly and distinctly. "You will be noble and try defending them, but you have a hundred loved ones to protect, whilst I only have to succeed with one to make you lose. Accept the inevitable, Ben Stark, for the sake of your kingdom and of those you love."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 21:15:44 GMT -5
"Fuck with me and you fuck with the Old Gods, Cassadar," Benjen replied after a long moment of silence. He looked to Catherine, made sure her crossbow was loaded. He nodded for her to come over and stand behind him so she could have an eventual view out of the door. "You're a madman with not an inch of humanity and if you come for those I love then I will see to it that you suffer for the rest of your life!"
He walked to the door and kicked it open, but remained standing within the frame. Should there be crossbows leveled at him he would be ready to jump.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 21:22:05 GMT -5
Catherine shakes her head. She's never had to make a shot farther than fifteen feet as yet. Outside, a solitary man in a wide-brimmed hat is standing, a grey cloak about his shoulders billowing in the wind, a bloody sword thrust tip-down into the dirt. Behind him are a half dozen men, several sporting wounds. They have crossbows but apparently see no need to employ them, instead being armed with short clubs, their swords and daggers and hatchets at their side. Cassadar looks up. "I am already fucking with the gods, Prince Benjen. Forestalling this calamity is defying their will, and one day they shall make me pay for it. If I can defy them...what do I have to fear from you and your little...band? How many do you have in there, Stark? Five, maybe eight? Nowhere near enough."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 21:25:42 GMT -5
"Sometimes the most unlikely threat that brings the fall," Benjen commented, forcing himself not to look to where the others were hopefully still waiting, watching. "You know you will never convince me, Cass, and I know there is no getting through to you. We're at an impasse."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 21:28:53 GMT -5
"It'd be an impasse if I couldn't wipe you out. Your friends got two of my men, but that's it. They'll be swinging in the grain tower before long too. You don't have to join them.' His voice changes inflection. "You brought some of those lovely ladies with you, didn't you?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 21:33:55 GMT -5
"I was merely speaking morally," Benjen corrected. "As for the girls? No, they aren't here." Keeping it short was the best idea he figured.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 21:37:09 GMT -5
"You are a ruler; personal morals must be aside aside for the greater good. No women? I find that unlikely. Let me be clear, you and your friends are coming out of the house and surrendering yourselves to me. Please do not make me kill you."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 21:44:15 GMT -5
"I don't think so," Benjen answered, unsheathing his sword, his other hand on the door. He didn't make a move yet, simply keeping his eyes on Cassadar and his men.
Danya, from where she lay, estimate if she could get a decent shot off at Cassadar or one of his men.
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