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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2012 21:49:39 GMT -5
Round 7:
Crowl (-15): 156 Champion (-40): 98 (-75)
Karel now looks like liquid manslaughter as he tackles the champion and begins beating him so hard that chunks of blood and gore actually spray into the air. Only adrenaline is keeping the champion alive, and his own gauntleted hands beat uselessly at the giant.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2012 21:54:02 GMT -5
Final Round: Crowl (-15): 145 Champion: 29
Crowl finishes punching the man after his face looks like a cheese grater has attacked it, and the champion gurgles bloodily, probably asking for death or mercy or some such. rowl cares little. He has hunted his prey around the island, stalked it, and killed it. He spears his fingers into the man's ribcage with both hands, clawing through the cracked bones, then he rips out the champion's heart, and in full view of the enemy host, stuffs it into his mouth, chews it, and swallows it. He then howls at the still-visible moon, and the five thousand men, having seen someone who makes their wild ways seem tame, civilized, and comprehensible, have had enough for the day, retreating back to their mountains and leaving the prisoners behind.
Winner: Karyl Crowl Loser: Literally everyone else's breakfast
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 26, 2012 22:04:06 GMT -5
Benjen stares in mild disbelief at the ferocious cannibal, the retreating army. "Open the gates!" He finally calls. "With me; we're getting the prisoners!" It was time to see what they had to say.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2012 22:05:39 GMT -5
Everyone follows in a state of mild shock. The prisoners number a shade over eight hundred in total, most smallfolk taken from the villages around the area. The highborn captives were taken whilst fleeing to the safety of the Eyrie.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 26, 2012 22:06:53 GMT -5
When they arrived at the holdfast Benjen asked for the highborn former captives to follow him too the chambers he had chosen for himself.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2012 22:11:37 GMT -5
Four women and a half dozen men attend him. Lord Baelish's two daughters and son, Jessica Waynwood, Astor Arryn, Sers Donovan and Erwin Templeton, Patrek Blackwood, Harryld Glover, and Manfred Flint all gather about, as well as Elyse Redfort.
The lovely and famed singer Jessica Waynwood is giving Benjen a stare he seems to have been seeing a lot lately, while Ser Donovan Templeton finally speaks. "Prince Benjen, Lord Crowl, Ser Titus, we thank you. There's no telling what those savages would have done with us."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 26, 2012 22:16:26 GMT -5
"We did what we had to, Ser Donovan," Benjen stated. "Nevertheless we all owe our lives to Lord Crowl." He gives the Skagosson a thankful look. "Now, what can you tell me about the men who caught you and about the place they were taking you to? Draven, his woman, anything."
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Oct 26, 2012 22:19:53 GMT -5
"Can any of you retrace the way to his fortress? If not, I think it might be prudent to send our scouts to trail his forces departure, before it's too late," Titus says. "If it pleases you, that is," he said, with a glance towards Benjen. "As good as it is to have you fine men and you very, very lovely ladies back, we still face a tremendous threat."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2012 22:22:07 GMT -5
Jessica shivers. "Draven is...indescribable, my prince. His casual cruelty to his, his ability to move those savages...the fear he drives in them..." Ser Donovan nods.
"The lady doesn't lie. He is as dangerous as any clansman has ever been. I had a hundred men in my party and he attacked us straight on, fearless. Killed eight men himself at least, including Gerry Waynwood and Wild Philip Royce, no mean swordsmen, either of them. The man Lord Crowl killed took out two. That horrible Wild One slew five more, and so one of every six men I had fell to three men. Then they took our ladies here...it was indescribable. But if Draven is scary because of his brutality and power...his woman is worse. Zenobia, he calls her." He looks about. "Our ladies have no need to sit through the tales of her anymore."
He turns to Ser Titus. "Ser, we were never at his fortress. He was returning us all from a raid he did almost a month ago, wherein he destroyed at least a dozen holdfasts. There is still no word on Clarissa Templeton."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 26, 2012 22:27:07 GMT -5
Benjen nodded with a serious mien. "Our main priorities now are reconnecting with the other host and bringing the former captives to safety," He said. "Ser Donovan, once we are done here I wish to speak with your privately about this Zenobia."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2012 22:30:08 GMT -5
The knight nods. Jessice licks her lips just a touch, and Titus can't help but notice his old childhood acquaintance Astor Arryn has grown up. A lot.
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Oct 26, 2012 22:47:44 GMT -5
Titus notices the young woman for the first time. "Astor Arryn? It can't be!" he smiled, surprised. "If this is what you look like after parading through the woods with savages, I could scarcely imagine your normal splendor. Well, what I mean to say is, I'm glad you're all unhurt."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2012 22:52:20 GMT -5
She smiles tiredly at him. "Thanks Titus. I was afraid you didn't recognize me. It's been a few years." At least give, maybe more like eight...who keeps count?
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Post by Amelia Royce on Oct 26, 2012 22:54:57 GMT -5
"You all need rest," Benjen said. "Ser Titus, why don't you show lady Astor and the others to their beds? Ser Donovan, let us speak on the walls."
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Karyl Crowl
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Oct 26, 2012 22:56:02 GMT -5
Karyl Crowl stands behind the Prince of the North as he talks to the prisoners, He has biggest smile on his face, and there is still a red stain around his mouth and bits of flesh hanging from his gauntlet still.
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