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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 12, 2012 19:30:03 GMT -5
Round 4: Karyl and Uhtred
Karyl: 114 Uhtred: 165
Arm 2 (-55): 56 (dead) Arm 3 (-10): 88 (-dead, two hits) Arm 4 (-30 now): 133 (-40) (-60, dead on account of lack of hitting ability)
The other two men quick slice and dice their target. The smell is legendary...even Crowl has no desire for food now.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 12, 2012 19:33:29 GMT -5
Titus -30: 114 Jason: 155
Arm 1: 110 (-20) Arm 4: 134 (-10)
Lord Corbray backs away as the two wave him off, ready to end the fight themselves. Titus manages a fine distraction as Jason dives in and lands some solid hits.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 12, 2012 19:35:47 GMT -5
Titus: 143 Jason: 127
Arm 1: 90 (-75, dead) Arm 4: 110 (-50)
The two finish off their opponent.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 12, 2012 20:22:35 GMT -5
Benjen: +1 Sword +2 Command Titus: +3 Sword Crowl: +1...fisting Uhtred: +3 Axe Jason: +2 sword
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Karyl Crowl
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Nov 12, 2012 20:22:43 GMT -5
Karyl Crowl leans backwards to stretch his back and looks at the carnage around the room clutching his side and trying not to gag from the reek invading the room. "I vote we should get the fuck out of here."
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Post by Lord Rykker on Nov 12, 2012 20:26:48 GMT -5
Uhtred agrees with the barbarian, but he first he had to get a look at the Man they had all come here to kill. Sloshing through the flesh that seemed to now cover the room, he looked down at the Chieftain. He compared his axe to the one that the dead man had carried.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 12, 2012 20:29:30 GMT -5
North: 1000 dead, 3400 wounded Clans: 1200 dead
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 12, 2012 20:29:55 GMT -5
"We'll take a look around first," Benjen said to his men. "I want to know if they kept anything here that might help us with what Cassadar has planned."
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Karyl Crowl
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Nov 12, 2012 20:41:57 GMT -5
The Crowl grunts and scans the room looking for anything out of the ordinary aside from the pieces of men, blood, and gore that coat the room.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 12, 2012 20:43:51 GMT -5
The room is empty save the aforementioned gore, but there are stairs leading up, and a door leading to what could safely be assumed to be the kitchen.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 12, 2012 20:45:32 GMT -5
"Crowl, Ser Titus, see what they have upstairs," Benjen said, nodding at the others to check out the kitchen. He himself returned back to where the other men were.
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Karyl Crowl
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Nov 12, 2012 20:46:11 GMT -5
Crowl makes his way to the stairs and cautiously starts to ascend them.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 12, 2012 20:47:52 GMT -5
The army is busy slaughtering wounded clansmen and cleaning their own wounds, of which there are many. A third of the army has some form of serious injury, or is dead. The other keep already has the two clan chiefs' bodies handing from its walls.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Nov 12, 2012 20:49:11 GMT -5
Benjen took it all in before looking for the woman with the spear who had surrendered, taking his helmet off as he did.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 12, 2012 20:50:16 GMT -5
Lissa is shackled up and being watched over by a tired Lord Fillmore. He nods to his prince without rising. "Long day."
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