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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 21:47:56 GMT -5
She has a decent shot at any of them.
Cassadar sighs. "You are a courageous man, Benjen Stark. Have one of your friends look out the window rearward to see the rest of my little posse. There is no honor in being cut down here, and having your females taken away; I know at least that Amelia girl came along; too curious by half. You will live, I promise; but that fate would be worse than death to you, I am sure."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 21:54:21 GMT -5
"There's no honour in surrendering to a mad man," Benjen calls back, before slamming the door shot.
Danya aims her crossbow at Cassadar and takes a deep breath. She gently squeezes the trigger.
Crossbows: 70
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 22:01:37 GMT -5
Result; 151
The bolt lances through the night air and cuts into Cassadar's left shoulder. He curses out in pain as it impales itself. "FUCK! Kill whoever the hell shot that! The grain tower you fucks supposedly fucking checked!" Three men head over to deal with the archer. Catherine pops out and takes a shot herself.
result: 130
She has no time to really pick a target, but her shot is true, burying itself into one of Cassadar's mens' legs, severing the femoral, killing him in seconds.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 22:11:49 GMT -5
"Ami, stay where you are!" Benjen growls, as he motions for Catherine to reload. He had heard Cassadar growl, knew he was injured. But is it enough?
As soon as her bolt had fired Danya had begun reloading the weapon. She judged whether she would have enough time to fire again and pull her daggers. If she did, she would.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 22:14:48 GMT -5
She could fire again, but definitely not enough time to properly draw a bead on someone. a better bet would be to unload on one of the three coming after her.
Catherine's hands tremble only slightly while she loads another crossbow bolt. She screams suddenly as a flaming crossbow bolt, then two, then three streak through the window, lighting some of the linens around on fire.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 22:20:44 GMT -5
Danya frowned and turned about, waiting for the first man to show himself. He'd fire at him, then draw a throwing dagger and a close combat dirk, ready for the fight.
"Shit!" Benjen growled, glaring at the fire. "Throw them out! Quick!" He shouted, while Ami got up to see if she could get the linen out of the house before it made the wood catch fire.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 22:25:02 GMT -5
The old farmhouse goes up like a tinderbox; staying in much longer will be impossible.
The three men attacking Danya are close now.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 22:29:56 GMT -5
Danya took aim at one of them, forcing herself to be calm and collected; taking another deep breath she fired.
"Out! Now!" Benjen growled, kicking the door open and lead the way out of the front door, Amelia following close behind.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 22:40:48 GMT -5
Roll: 111 (medium hit)
One of the outlaws is struck by the bolt but keeps coming with his friends. One of the guards, thought dead, had managed to survive and joins the Frey girl.
The two men around Cassadar are reloading their crossbow, but one draws his sword and charges. Catherine stops, draws a bead, and fires.
Result: 100 (light hit)
She wings the charging man and goes back to running like hell.
A fight now ensues
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 16, 2012 22:47:34 GMT -5
Danya frowned and dropped her crossbow. She got to her feet, drawing the throwing dagger and dirk, and preparing herself for a fight.
Amelia quickly runs off after Catherine, while Benjen prepares himself for a fight, sword at the read as the house behind him goes up in flames.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 16, 2012 22:50:01 GMT -5
"Ben! Hurry! Four more around the house!" Catherine screams as he prepares for a fight....
to be done tomorrow
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 17, 2012 14:23:18 GMT -5
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Benjen stood where he had been fighting, covered in blood and breathing heavily. When Cassadar made his exit he quickly ran to where Catherine was, flinging his sword to the ground and checking to see how the girl was.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 14:31:12 GMT -5
Griffyn the guard looks over Danya's wounds and then takes one of the fallen outlaw's crossbbows, slinging his shield across his back and adopting a sentinel stance to look for anymore threats. The house burns and collapses on itself, ash flying into the sky and providing an eery light. The sounds of Cassadar's retreat are quickly lost in the crackling and crashing, and he cannot be seen in the dark forest, already gone from twilight to black.
Catherine Mallister touches her face and lets out a long breath as Benjen approaches, a thin sliver of blood trailing down the back of her neck, matting the hair in back into a mass. she has a red mark across her face but no blood from the blow she took earlier, and Benjen sees Cassadar's dagger stuck into the links of of her chain shirt. She looks at Benjen, and manages a deadpan. "Well, I'm glad I know how to accessorize."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 17, 2012 14:33:22 GMT -5
Benjen gives a nervous laugh, still too much adrenaline pulsing through him for him to think reasonably. "That was a close one..." He said, before taking Catherine in his arms and kissing her.
Danya gave Griffyn a thankful look before standing beside Amelia, the two sharing a quiet moment.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2012 14:40:24 GMT -5
Griffyn scratches his head uncomfortably, unsure of what to say at the pretty noblewoman's smile at him. He turns his attention instead to the outlaws' bodies to search them, and supplement his too-small paycheck...
Catherine kisses him back with a ferocity he might find disconcerting, nipping at his tongue and digging her nails into the back of his neck. She finally pulls away after even Amelia feels like blushing and then slaps him. "That's for making me escape my own damn self."
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