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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 27, 2012 13:54:58 GMT -5
The legendary home of the Faceless Men, a cult of assassins who serve a god who...well, no one knows. They kill people for money, is the long and short of it.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 29, 2012 14:47:47 GMT -5
Ragnar entered the temple with his guide.
"Now what?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 29, 2012 14:50:32 GMT -5
"Fuck, I dunno why you need the Faceless Men." Nihilus says, when a young man comes to meet them. He is of average height and build, and has a placid but pleased expression on his face.
"Good evening, gentlemen. How can I be of assistance?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 29, 2012 14:55:38 GMT -5
"I would like to speak with you about your business," Ragnar admitted. "I found a coin that I believe comes from your temple."
He showed the young man the coin.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 29, 2012 14:57:59 GMT -5
"It does," the young man agreed. "But not for some time. Not since the others came through, two years ago."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 29, 2012 14:59:20 GMT -5
"Oh? How can you be sure?" Ragnar enquired, wondering about the situation with the Limper.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 29, 2012 15:01:21 GMT -5
"Because they killed all the Faceless Men."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 29, 2012 15:03:31 GMT -5
"Who did?" Ragnar asked. "How could that even happen? Your people are famed even in Westeros."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 29, 2012 15:04:49 GMT -5
"My people? I helped them," he chuckles. "Their Many-Faced God failed on his watch, apparently."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 29, 2012 15:12:20 GMT -5
"Tell me more. I want to know what happened," Ragnar insisted. "And I want to know one of the Faceless Men was pretending to be one of the Ironborn."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 29, 2012 15:18:28 GMT -5
"There are no more Faceless Men." He chuckled. "We poisoned some of their disguise cream with a slow acting reagent, then just let them die trying to commit their little murders. There may be a few left, I suppose, but they're whipped dogs now at best." He takes a seat. "Pretending to be an Ironborn? Please, tell me this story. Sounds lovely."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 29, 2012 15:34:30 GMT -5
"One of our famed warriors - or so I thought - kidnapped two highborn girls. I set off after them, since the greenlanders had mistakenly come after myself and my crew. But when I found him, the man we called the Limper no longer limped. And when he was defeated, I found the coin on him."
Ragnar paused.
"Yet if the Faceless Men have been all but gone for two years, this must have happened some time ago. I doubt they'd bother coming after my people if they are too weak to act."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 29, 2012 15:42:52 GMT -5
"Oh, no, I am rather sure it was Cassadar and Harrys Snow. That sort of sorcery sounds like them." The man shrugs. "They have a man who can heal people of those sorts of wounds."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Oct 29, 2012 16:01:02 GMT -5
"Indeed. That is...troubling," R agnar sighed. "Yet my people are rather loyal to their own. So I have to wonder what - aside from healing - they could offer such a man. No doubt you have heard of something we call paying the Iron price?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 29, 2012 16:03:24 GMT -5
"I'm sure I've heard the term, though I care little enough for Westerosi...culture." He shrugs. "A nickname like the Limper his whole life may cause a man to take what respite is offered."
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