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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 2, 2012 12:46:38 GMT -5
Danya looked to Faeron, then Clarence. "What..." She propelled herself at the man, blades swinging as fast as they would. No sane person should think of Clarence Blackwood as a friend.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 2, 2012 12:56:58 GMT -5
Her knives plunge into Clarence's stomach, and he looks at her in confusion. "Ami...why...?"He melts into the ground, his blood pooling about, and suddenly the cave entrance starts to close.
"We have to leave!" Faeron glides out as it shuts. "Hurry!"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 2, 2012 13:00:14 GMT -5
"Scum," Danya mumbles, spitting down at the spot where Clarence had stood before flying out of the crumbling cave exit. Because she had wings now.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 2, 2012 13:07:05 GMT -5
"They suit you," Faeron observes with some humor as he sees the bat wings. "Dangerous and graceful." He looks about, as they are now on a sept wall, looking over the edge, a man in red behind them.
Cassadar's face grins at them, as he points to Benjen Stark holding a sword at a man far far below. "He'd have let you fall, too, bitch." Faeron frowns, as everything looks distorted and featureless, save the terrorist.
"This isn't a memory, I don't think."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 2, 2012 13:10:57 GMT -5
"What do you mean?" Danya asked, looking at the distance prince, before raising her guard against Cassadar. "You can't tell me he's actually here in her head!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 2, 2012 13:13:52 GMT -5
"No...a memory. Not enough detail. Like she heard this story and is putting herself inside of it somehow. And what the hell is Cassadar doing here?" The warlord grins and sticks the tip of his sword into the stone. On the ground they see Benjen slash the man's head off.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 2, 2012 13:25:52 GMT -5
"And what do we do?" Danya asked, watching the prince kill whoever he was facing, wary of Cassadar's every move. "Do we... kill him?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 2, 2012 13:30:21 GMT -5
"Not my dream. You can certainly try." Cassadar chuckles and walks away slowly. The farmhouse pops out of nowhere about them. A crossbow bolt strikes him and he curses. Men start appearing, seemingly from everywhere, dozens of them.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 2, 2012 13:31:54 GMT -5
"No," Danya said after a long moment. "We shouldn't mess with this. She might not know what happened but if she thinks Cassadar is dead that wouldn't be very useful." She simply waits.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 2, 2012 13:36:02 GMT -5
The men pour over the house and they see a battle going on, just a few holding against the many. Danya sees a projection of herself and Griffyn the guard fighting against a veritable horse, and for some reason...in this dream, they're losing. "You're a rather attractive killer," Faeron notes dryly as "she" dispatches outlaw after outlaw, "but something is wrong here. I am assuming he didn't win this fight?" Catherine is dragged out of the house by the wounded Cassadar, and thrown onto his horse with him.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 2, 2012 13:52:27 GMT -5
"He did not; Cassadar was forced to flee," Danya said, watching as the man dragged her Prince's wife onto the horse. "If she falls off then all is well," She said quietly, preparing her wings should she need to fly after the man.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 2, 2012 13:58:36 GMT -5
She doesn't fall off, and Danya notes the dream Amelia, fighting the men, with an odd smile on her lips at the sight. Faeron backs up to avoid Benjen Stark, fighting eight men, from running him through on accident. "Must have been quite the battle."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 2, 2012 14:10:10 GMT -5
"Nothing as big as this," Danya notes, unnerved by the strange smile on Ami's lips. "She's enjoying this too much." Danya flew up into the air and towards Amelia, attempting to pick the girl up and fly her away from the killing.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 2, 2012 14:19:23 GMT -5
"No, don't..." Faeron's warning is too late, as Amelia hits her so hard she flies all the way past Cassadar's fleeing horse, nearing he edge of the limits of the dreamscape, where reality starts blurring into blackness. "She's the progenitor of this dream...her power here is limitless."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 2, 2012 14:23:07 GMT -5
"Urgh..." Danya says, shaking her head as she slowly gets up, birds tweeting above her head. "I hope that wasn't the worst of it, otherwise we can't change much more."
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