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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 8, 2012 21:53:20 GMT -5
Griffyn enters the sept. "Bloody altar, Prince Benjen." Two more men follow him at his beckoning to provide cover by fire. He dips a mailed finger on the altar. "Fresh blood. Torn purple silk nearby." He checks behind the altar. "Must have been a fire here recently; all charred on the floor. Looks like this whole thing was rebuilt pretty hastily."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 9, 2012 10:43:51 GMT -5
"Just like Mason's Keep," The Prince muttered. "Right then, they've likely gone upstairs or left this damn place like the cowards they are. With me!" With that he lead the way up the stairs.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 9, 2012 10:58:26 GMT -5
Upstairs is all living areas, seeming empty. It isn't until they find the last room down the hallway that they see anyone living, Mort the Friendly, the ambassador from the first battle. He's absent-minded, as were many of Benjen's soldiers outside.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 9, 2012 11:03:56 GMT -5
"Mort!" Benjen calls out, sword at the ready. "Keep your crossbows up," He says to his men before approaching the clansman. "Can you hear me?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 9, 2012 11:11:00 GMT -5
Mort is scruffing his hair and looking about. He faces Benjen and strokes his chin a moment before speaking. "Stark? That's why she's so upset, then."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 9, 2012 11:25:21 GMT -5
"Mort! Where is she? We need to find her!" Benjen said, loudly and slowly. "We need to stop this fog!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 9, 2012 11:31:20 GMT -5
"Oh? Right. Downstairs. The altar triggers a staircase...she has a pet down there, though. You'll need the medicine. For the disease." He shakes his head as though trying to think more clearly. "Blue potion over here." He walks to his cabinet and pulls out a bottle. "Not much left...maybe an hour for each person."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 9, 2012 11:35:00 GMT -5
Benjen takes the potion and hands it to Griffyn. "Mort, I want you to get out of this place, understood?" He motions to two of his men. "Bring him to where the army is mustering south of the town." He turns back to the clansman. "Thank you."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 9, 2012 11:38:15 GMT -5
Griffyn looks at it. "Not enough for half of us." Mort corrects him quickly.
"Four, really. One mouthful each."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 9, 2012 11:50:39 GMT -5
Benjen frowned. "Right... I'll take some, Griffyn and Lord Corbray, you too." He studies his remaining men, turns to Mort. "Can you fight?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 9, 2012 11:53:31 GMT -5
Mort shakes his head again. "I think so. Need to get my blood pumping...punch me really hard."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 9, 2012 11:54:52 GMT -5
Benjen can't help but grin before punching Mort in the face not quite as hard as he could. Gauntlets were dangerous, as Karyl Crowl had proven.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 9, 2012 11:58:45 GMT -5
Mort falls back on the bed. "Asshole...could have taken the gauntlet off first. All right, I think I'm ready." He puts on a chain coat, then picks up a bizarre dagger with a main blade and two prongs, then a long and slim sword. "Shall we, then?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 9, 2012 12:01:21 GMT -5
Benjen nods and turns to the others. "I want two of you to wait for us by the altar, we may need some help getting back out. The rest of you rejoin the army!"
He heads back to the sept and moves to altar to try and trigger the stairs.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 9, 2012 12:03:08 GMT -5
He fails, but Mort kicks one of the rocks forming the altar and a trap door falls next to them, the stone stairs leading down. "It's a walk down...better drink up now. There's no telling how far her plague can spread."
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