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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 9, 2012 18:06:01 GMT -5
"Quite a list," she comments dryly. "Cassadar is going to kill your princess, I think." She sighs. "He likes you even less than you like him, if you can believe that. But, you won't let me live, which I figured, so what is my motivation to help you now...hmm?"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 9, 2012 18:08:03 GMT -5
"You can redeem yourself," Benjen replied. "And you can make your death quick. I promised Ser Titus that I would be asking you a lot of questions and he requested to be present." He gives his sword a shake. "I can offer you a swift end."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 9, 2012 18:18:25 GMT -5
"It won't matter, you know, when Meraxes comes. And she will." She chants something in some tongue Benjen has ever heard. "Fine, then, if you're done. Kiss me, then slit my throat and let my blood spill on her. The more the merrier, really."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 9, 2012 18:24:59 GMT -5
Benjen frowns and looks at the other two before facing Zenobia again. "Right then." He drops his sword and takes the dagger from her. He leans in, kisses her then slits her throat, catching some of the blood with his hand and throwing it at Ellaria.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 9, 2012 18:30:22 GMT -5
She gurgles as her blood flows out freely, collapsing on him in little convulsions as the light slowly leaves her eyes. "Priinnncessss..." she says as she falls to the ground, and then she is still.
As the blood hits Ellaria, it makes a hissing sound, like hot iron entering ice water. Her skin begins returning to some sort of normal color, but nowhere near enough. "More blood!"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 9, 2012 18:34:26 GMT -5
"Get on the ground!" Benjen grunts and assuming Ellaria did so he placed the bleeding sorceress on top of her, giving the girl a crimson shower.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 9, 2012 18:37:53 GMT -5
It seems to do the trick, though Lord Corbray has to lay her on the ground, as she is utterly unresponsive. Her skin slowly returns to a healthy (if bloody) light tan, and her hair goes from ice blue to spun gold with a hint of red. Her breath is light but steady. Mort looks about. "We need to get her out of here. Disease is rampant, and our time is nearly out."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 9, 2012 18:39:38 GMT -5
"Aye, you're right," Benjen replies, looking around. "Lord Filmore, lead the way; Griffyn and I will carry her while Mort holds the rear. Let's go!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 9, 2012 18:41:48 GMT -5
They have little enough trouble carrying her up the stairs even with their wounds, and shortly they are at the entrance ot the manor. "We got warmer clothes upstairs, Prince Benjen," Mort says.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 9, 2012 18:44:46 GMT -5
"Fetch us some, if you would be so kind," Benjen says, managing an smile. He then leaned over Ellaria and softly said "Lady Dayne, can you hear me? How do you feel?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 9, 2012 18:50:52 GMT -5
She is unconscious, in some sort of dreamless and deep sleep. Mort heads upstairs, and a few minutes later he has a thick cloak and some blankets. "It'll have to do."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 9, 2012 19:03:18 GMT -5
Stark nodded and quickly put the cloak and blankets around the girl. "You two, carry her," He said to the guardsmen he had left waiting there. "Time to rejoin the army."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 9, 2012 19:18:13 GMT -5
They quickly manage it. Benjen can spend the night in one of the city houses, as the fog clears.
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