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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 20, 2012 15:53:24 GMT -5
The Blackhaven gates guarded by guards with the Lightning sigil.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 20, 2012 15:56:20 GMT -5
Lord Dondarrion arrives in Blackhaven and jumps off his horse he grabs a guard with a hand to the cuff of his mail.
"Guard, I need you to go get the Maester right now and bring him here, after that gather fifteen horsed knights, and prepare them to be ready within the hour!" He said letting go.
(Rally?)
He then goes to the cart to retrieve his brother. "The Maester is on his way."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 16:02:52 GMT -5
Raymund is cursing up a bloody storm as the maester appears, inventing new curse words appropriate for hearing only in the company of the Great Other himself. If he recovers, whoever did it is in for the assbeating of a lifetime. The mounted troops are suited up and prepared to ride within a half hour; plate being very cumbersome to put on.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 20, 2012 16:08:03 GMT -5
He mounts up his own horse pushing down his visor. He waits waits for everyone to get ready and orders the men to ride, as fast as they can after Lord Morrigan and the Assassin.
(Calvary/Horsemanship/what skills need to be rolled if any.)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 16:11:57 GMT -5
they ride for a while before realizing they have little idea where they went. The three directions that make any sense are northwest towards the border with the reach, north down the road, or northeast towards the higher mountains.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 20, 2012 16:14:53 GMT -5
"Northeast, the men said he made it to a mountain pass that was too thin to take horses, from there we will go on foot." He says looking to the rest of the men.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 16:17:18 GMT -5
They turn northeast and ride.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 20, 2012 16:20:45 GMT -5
As they ride, he attempts to find any information on the Kinglanders that he rode with.
(Roll Observation.)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 16:46:14 GMT -5
Having chosen the correct direction, Lord Dondarrion manages to find Lord Morrigen and his men a while later, a bound man in their midst, being held up by two men. He has two wounds and a bloodied nose, and it looks like Lord Baxter is preparing to cut his fingers off.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 20, 2012 16:53:38 GMT -5
He dismounts and approaches Lord Morrigan, "Found the bastard did you?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2012 16:55:12 GMT -5
"Says he is a member of some larger organization, and more attempts on your brother's life are imminent." The dour lord of Crow's Nest spits. "I say bollocks. This man was good but far too eager to come back to have backup. He'd have turned tail much faster."
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 20, 2012 17:10:03 GMT -5
"Is that so?" He says. "Don't go for the fingers...something more he would miss." He places the dagger at his crotch. "I should do it for my brother, but I am going to be nice, tell us what we want to know and more, and you can father more bastards." He threatens pushing in the dagger some.
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Post by The Eagle on Oct 20, 2012 17:16:34 GMT -5
Jory chuckled. "Several years ago, I got into a... situation with a man, similar to you. He stole something of mine. Something I'll never get back."
He smiled. "So keep pushing in that dagger my lord. There's nothing of value down there. You can't take what's already been took."
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Oct 20, 2012 17:20:12 GMT -5
He nods. "Okay then, an eye. or if you truly wont speak we will make sure you wont speak again." He said running the dagger down his cheek cutting into his skin. "I will do it. I will make sure you live long enough for my brother to recover so he can take you." He glares fire.
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Post by The Eagle on Oct 20, 2012 17:23:16 GMT -5
Jory sighed. "If I told you every secret in Westeros, then your brother is likely going to try and kill me anyway. He seemed quite miffed last I saw him."
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