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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Oct 30, 2012 21:05:37 GMT -5
"On the ship," Titus mumbles, choking back more puke. "Grab the girl," he said, assuming all good sacrifices were girls, "we've got to get out of this house of death."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 30, 2012 21:08:23 GMT -5
Jarvis shrugs, runs to the altar, cuts the ropes, and uncovers the young lady, who is pale as death herself, a small stream of blood running from her arm. He looks furious. "Let me go kill the cunt, Ser. The wizard one." He helps her off the altar as he speaks.
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Oct 30, 2012 21:10:18 GMT -5
"Girl to ship, damn it," he mumbled weakly. "Wizard dies, not today."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 30, 2012 21:13:34 GMT -5
Jarvis uses one hand to help the girl, sheathing his sword and taking a torch. As they leave the mansion, he tosses it on the putrid corpse, which ignites. A few of the vale sailors remain running about, lighting fires, slaying whoever they see, or running out of houses with whatever they can find. It is rather Ironborn, really.
They reach the ships after more sailors help the wounded. Jarvis starts calling for a healer, only to be informed he was killed by the sorceress. He turns. "Well...all I know how to do is boil wine, Ser Titus. It hurts like...well, like death."
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Post by Ser Titus Grafton on Oct 30, 2012 21:15:41 GMT -5
"Get on with it, you ignorant twit," Titus responded, with resolve, "between like death and death I prefer like death."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 30, 2012 21:23:15 GMT -5
Wine is put to boiling, until it becomes a bubbling syrup. A rope is placed in Titus's mouth to stop him from biting off his tongue. His armor is removed and his two wounds exposed. Rags are dipped in the vile brew, with salt water added. When the rags are judged hot enough, and the sweet, salty concoction saturates it, they spread the rags on Titus's shoulder and ribcage.
Lacking poppy, or sweetslap, or even willow root to dull the pain, Titus sees colors unseeable by normal human eyes, feels things that should never be felt, and only a half dozen men weighted down in chain are able to hold him down, whilst he kicks and squirms, feeling the scorching of the burning rags on his flesh.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 30, 2012 22:03:35 GMT -5
Benjen Stark: +2 Sword and Command Karyl Crowl: +1 Killing Titus: +2 Sword, +2 Raiding from earlier
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