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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 7, 2012 20:53:53 GMT -5
Her guards are understandably confused, but they start heading to her. They are intercepted by a few of the palace guardsmen, but after a moment's hesitation, they draw steel and sprint to her. "My lady?! What's happening!?"
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Post by Arania Stark on Nov 7, 2012 21:01:04 GMT -5
"I was framed in the assassination of the Sealord. By a Faceless Man." She shook her head. "I know it sounds ridiculous and farfetched, but..." She took a deep breath, rubbing her biceps. She realised blisters had risen on her hands. "Now we have to get away from here."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 7, 2012 21:04:21 GMT -5
"Don't have to tell us twice!" Kalvin's captain Merrick says. A crossbow bolt flies over his shoulder. "Shit! Stay down in the boat, my lady! Thad, Matteus, get another boat; your big asses will capsize this one! Row you bastards row!" They get back onto the water, and now they see some small craft filled with guards approaching from the direction she had just come. "I said ROW!" He aims a crossbow and fires, missing people but sticking somewhat comically into an oar.
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Post by Arania Stark on Nov 7, 2012 21:10:34 GMT -5
Arania didn't have to be told twice to duck down in the boat. She peeked her eyes over the edge, looking for the Faceless Man. Was he still watching?
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 7, 2012 21:28:15 GMT -5
He was chuckling now at the carnage. He watches the reaction of all those pursuing, then slips away. The two boats of northerners row like hell, Merrick firing a bolt at every opportunity. "We can't go into this open channel; they'll send a sail ship after us! We need to find a spot to dock, my lady!" Ahead of them are a islands to the left and right. The left has a bunch of sailor taverns on it. The right looks a bit wealthier.
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Post by Arania Stark on Nov 7, 2012 21:50:38 GMT -5
She looked up, eyes darting from one option to the other. "To the left. We won't stand out so much among the other foreigners, I shouldn't think." She looked back at the pursuers, trying to gauge how much of a lead they had.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 7, 2012 22:15:23 GMT -5
The captain shrugs. They dock on the left and they look to her. "Do we stick together or scatter, my lady? The more of us there are the more we stand out, but the better in a fight. Also...you need new clothes."
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Post by Arania Stark on Nov 7, 2012 22:57:26 GMT -5
She looked down, remembering suddenly that her bodice was torn. She clutched the edges together, then decided not to bother. The scarf she had worn for modesty was long gone. "Of course, and red silk will surely stand out in a place like this." She looked between the men, glad to have them near her again. "We'll duck in somewhere, find something less showy, then move on from there. We need to stick together. Gods know how many they will send after us."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 7, 2012 23:01:24 GMT -5
She has her choice of types of places to pick. There are dozens of taverns ranging in income bracket from "starving but need a drink" to "could buy the place if I had any ambition".
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Post by Arania Stark on Nov 7, 2012 23:04:15 GMT -5
She points wordlessly to one of the slightly better taverns and they enter it.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 7, 2012 23:06:54 GMT -5
She gets some stares and whistles, but is otherwise unbothered. The patrons look a bit confused at the five guards, though. The server approaches them. "Ma'am...would you, um, like something to drink?"
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Post by Arania Stark on Nov 7, 2012 23:11:27 GMT -5
She smiled pleasantly to the server, shaking her head no. "Do you think I might be able to get some different clothes from somewhere around here? Mine seem to have been ruined when I fell in one of the canals."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 7, 2012 23:15:17 GMT -5
"Oh, that happens now and again, my lady. They aren't very fine, but you may have some of mine?" she offers hesitantly. Arania is clearly at least four rungs up the social ladder higher than her.
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Post by Arania Stark on Nov 7, 2012 23:17:14 GMT -5
"I am sure they will do well enough," Arania said rather quickly. "If you wouldn't mind. I have coin...and you could keep this one. I'm sure the silk will do well for something."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 8, 2012 12:01:12 GMT -5
"Y..yes, m'lady," the server stammers out. She leads her to the back, where she quickly changes into some loose-fitting but much more generic garb. The pants will also be much more practical for actually walking in. A hat covers her quite distinctive raven hair, and a frilly shirt and vest look as unlike her seductive former garb as possible.
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