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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 27, 2012 7:33:06 GMT -5
With a nice view and everything.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 27, 2012 7:33:47 GMT -5
Ser Jaymes arrived and went straight to his father's rooms, looking for him.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 27, 2012 9:11:48 GMT -5
Lord Stafford and his lady wife are sitting inside his office, talking to a man in black armor, an axe at his side. "Son," Stafford acknowledges grimly. "I've already heard. I've sent word to Hollis Clegane; she will be found. If they went by land they can't make it far, and if they go by sea the entire Shields and Arbor Fleet will be hunting them."
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 27, 2012 9:38:40 GMT -5
Jaymes frowned at the odd welcome. It was as if Staffor already knew he got out of captivity. He eyed the man. "Who is that?" he asked.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 27, 2012 9:42:13 GMT -5
The man turns about, scarred and ugly, with a dangerous glimmer in his eyes. "I am Mareth. I will find your sister." Mareth the Cruel's reputation extends all the way to the Free Cities, a grim and brutal man, but skilled at many things that other men would shiver at.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 27, 2012 13:12:38 GMT -5
Jaymes nodded in acknowledgement, but didn't really like the looks of him. If you find her like you found Miller, you're about as useful as a one legged man at an arse kicking competition, he thought.
"Do you know who he was?" he asked Stafford.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 27, 2012 13:17:27 GMT -5
"Owen Miller? A bastard from Crakehall. Not clever enough to evade us long, even if he has some help." Mareth looks a bit bored by the conversation.
ooc: Mareth just arrived, the earlier convo about him was just that word had been sent for him to come West for money.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 27, 2012 13:18:58 GMT -5
"No," said Jaymes pointedly. "The man who kidnapped Joanna. His henchmen had already killed Miller."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 27, 2012 13:32:08 GMT -5
Everyone looks at each other. "Miller's dead?" Lord Stafford is legitimately surprised. "So someone else was...gods damn it." Mareth's voice speaks up.
"Can you describe him?"
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 27, 2012 13:42:40 GMT -5
"Of course it was someone else, did you think a scumbag like Miller could just kidnap me and my sister after three unsuccessful break-ins?" Jaymes said, slightly annoyed. He did his best to describe the man. "..and then he stabbed both of his men," he finished flatly.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 27, 2012 14:16:40 GMT -5
Mareth thinks a second. "I know this man." He turns to Lord Stafford. "Five thousand." The lord looks at him, but before he speaks, he considers, then just nods. The mercenary starts to walk out the door.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 27, 2012 16:46:56 GMT -5
"Who is he?" Jaymes asked a little louder than intended. He frowned, not sure if he could just take this Mareth's word for it. "And how do you know him?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 27, 2012 16:51:17 GMT -5
"Worked with him once or twice." He kept walking. "I'm not getting paid to talk." He gets to the door.
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Post by Queen Joanna Lannister on Oct 27, 2012 16:53:10 GMT -5
Jaymes turned back to his father. "You trust this guy to get Joanna back?" he asked, scowling. He kicked a chair. "Why is it always our family taking all the shit."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 27, 2012 16:56:10 GMT -5
"We deserve it if that is how we act in response." Stafford stares. "Mareth will find this man, and your sister, and then we will find who hired him, and then we will unleash a storm of wrath upon them that they have never before imagined." The sellsword opens the door and exits, Jaymes can hear his armored feet clanking away.
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