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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 20:53:10 GMT -5
The men shrug and leave.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 24, 2012 21:20:46 GMT -5
When they leave Durran signals for Lars. Lars sees the signal and jumps up from his prone position and runs down to Durran, waving for the old soldiers to follow but not checking if they do.
"How did it go?" Lars asks as he gets to Durran, his bow still out and ready.
"He's in the back. Got three men with him." Durran replies and takes his ax off his back. "Lets grab the bastard."
Lars nods as he follows Durran to the location.
(Lars - bows 82, small blades 75, Leadership Ambush 50) (Durran - axes 60, unarmed combat 50)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2012 22:15:12 GMT -5
They kick the door in, and see four men sleeping. They get up in surprise and grab weapons, clearly confused. "What the hell?!"
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 25, 2012 4:27:06 GMT -5
"Which of of you pieces of shit is Handsome Gary Grimm?" Durran yells at them, ax ready to swing. "Lie to us nd you get an arrow through the throat, but we have no desire to get anyone else involved."
Lars has his bow up and keeps switching through the men as he aims, trying to locate the man the looks like the ugly description of Grimm
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2012 12:06:16 GMT -5
They're all ugly, but a crossbow is loosed and the fight is on!
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2012 17:09:05 GMT -5
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At long last, the criminal Gary Grimm is caught, bleeding out and staring with undisguised hatred at the men.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Oct 27, 2012 1:22:16 GMT -5
"Well we have our man. Lord Mallister will be pleased. I say we bring this outlaw to him." Lars says as he starts to tie him up.
"The bounty from the North is the best. Eddards rest is where we should go." Durran replies. "But it is up to you, my friend, you clearly won that battle for us."
Lars smiles at the complement. "Eddards Rest sounds fine. It will be good to see, my city one last time before I go North."
Durran smiles and the both of them head north with their bounty.
Lars turns back around. "You are of course welcome to come to collect your share. We will not swindle you if you wish for us to bring you it later." Lars says to the farmers realizing they were almost forgotten.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 27, 2012 9:06:03 GMT -5
"Yea, we'll do that," the farmer says. "Ain't too far for us to go for our gold."
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Post by Kurts on Mar 3, 2015 18:01:20 GMT -5
///// Journeying from Eddard's Rest, Oriax ventures to Maidenpool. Accompanying the sorcerer are his apprentice Amelia Royce, hired help Nyles of the Point and Malix the Maelstrom, Danya Frey, and the half a dozen northern guardsmen that could be spared from the war effort to serve as escort. He seeks out Malryas Bolton, to inquire on the whereabouts of the would-be sorcerer he sought. As always, he was dressed in his heavy black wool robes and weirwood mask, a vial filled with weirwood sap and blood from the Isle of Faces hung around his neck beneath the robes. A ceremonial knife hung at his belt.
Malix trudged along in silence, the Ghiscari pit fighter clad in chainmail and a bronze helmet with a serrated ridge running down the middle. His trusty arakh was at his side and a rectangular shield upon his back. He spoke few words of common, preferring grunts of affirmation.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 3, 2015 18:06:09 GMT -5
Amelia rode beside Oriax in her golden robe-dress, a fur cloak protecting her from the cold. She had replaced the weirwood sap necklace that had melted and had also had two rings fashioned from the substance.
Danya meanwhile had dressed in riding leather, her brace of daggers hidden beneath a cloak, two crossbows on either side of her saddle.
As they entered Maidenpool Amelia spoke up.
"There is one good thing about this at least," She said with a grin. "This mysterious spell caster will be as weakened as we are."
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Post by Kurts on Mar 3, 2015 19:24:39 GMT -5
"A foolish thought for a foolish girl." Oriax replied, dismissively. "Do not forget that Lord Dayne still practices his arts with impunity. This may be one of his ilk."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 3, 2015 19:31:00 GMT -5
Amelia laughed. "Always so quick to dismiss, aren't you? Lord Dayne is infamous for his ability, a one in a kind," She responded. "Of course it could just be that only weak sorcerers are affected." She winked.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 3, 2015 19:34:55 GMT -5
"Merely attempting to break the habit of underestimating you backwater Westerosi." he replied coldly, having lost count of the times he had considered cutting Amelia's tongue from her mouth. She was an apt pupil at the least, much as it pained him. "You are welcome to find another teacher if the current one does not meet your standards."
Elsewhere in the company, Malix found his eyes drawn to Danya Frey, staring for such a length of time that it would become uncomfortable.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 3, 2015 19:42:05 GMT -5
"And you manage to be so amusing while you do it!" Amelia responded to Oriax, giving a giggle that made her large rack bounce up and down. "Perhaps I will apprentice myself to this mysteeeerious stranger!" She jested.
Danya looked at the big man, an eyebrow raised. She then tapped one of her daggers, then pointed at his crotch.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 3, 2015 19:42:12 GMT -5
Nyles notices Malix's aze and chuckles out loud, but is otherwise silent. The cheery brutal sellsword is newly dressed in materials befitting his status as a very wealthy mercenary, and his sword is the only bit of equipment that doesn't shine with the newly-made glimmer of fresh steel. He hasn't seemed to take a liking to the foreign gladiator, and keeps to himself when not playing dice with the guardsmen.
Maidenpool is fortified for war, but the trade ships vital to this region are still filling the harbor. Riverland men at arms are everywhere, as are sellswords and merchants.
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