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Post by The Forgotten God on May 1, 2015 12:58:02 GMT -5
it is a merchant vessel. two merchant vessels docked next to each other. The only veto is Uhtred claiming he went down to get the book alone at the moment.
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 1, 2015 13:04:02 GMT -5
OOC: On phone atm, will get this once I'm on laptop.
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 1, 2015 13:07:44 GMT -5
Uhtred: 99 Guard 1: 117 Guard 2: 111
Uhtred without his greataxe and armor isn't quite the same as him with it, and his guards smack him with maces while he resists. On the deck are about a hundred men between the ships and the docks. They aren't armored but have crossbows and swords between them. At a word, everyone could die on the ship.
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Post by Lord Rykker on May 1, 2015 13:15:22 GMT -5
Uhtred rubs the places where got hit, wincing. Fair enough. "They kill me boys, send em to hell with me" he shouts loudly. Then to Benjen "no one has to die here prince. Surrender. You kill me you're dead. Your men don't have to die. You're not the enemy. The demon hosts are, those boltins and their ilke."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 1, 2015 13:17:59 GMT -5
The commotion on the deck attracts a fair bit of attention from those on other boats. Probably won't be under silence for long.
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 1, 2015 13:19:11 GMT -5
"Funny, I was about to say the same thing," Benjen said, holding a hand up to his men. "So, what is this about a demon host? You mean Vhagus Blackfyre."
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Post by Lord Rykker on May 1, 2015 13:24:31 GMT -5
"10 seconds to surrender Benjen, or this goes down. I will not be a prisoner ever again. 10... 9....."
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 1, 2015 13:30:05 GMT -5
"Don't be an idiot, Uhtred," Benjen said, his men with swords leveled at Uhtred. "Tell your men to stand down or you are dead. Then I'm dead and Amelia and a good part of your crew. Goodbrother too. And then Vhaguas wins."
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Post by Lord Rykker on May 1, 2015 13:32:27 GMT -5
The last time he had been captured, it had cost him a decade of his life. Never again. "7..6....5....4" he'd rather die than be any kind of slave again.
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Post by Amelia Royce on May 1, 2015 13:49:28 GMT -5
Benjen looked with narrowed eyes from Uhtred to the men with crossbows drawn. "A hundred gold dragons for every man who drops his crossbow right now. We get off the ship, you get your money, sail away and we can all go our separate ways."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 1, 2015 13:51:38 GMT -5
The men do start muttering among themselves. They certainly don't doubt the man's ability to pay, at least. Even the most loyal men at least turn to look to Uhtred.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on May 1, 2015 13:59:20 GMT -5
Dud loosens his sword in its sheath.
It's almost as if he had gone to sleep and woke up to all of this craziness happening right in front of him.
He would now try to figure out what was going on, but wants to make sure he at least attempts to protect the Prince.
Swords 95 Full plate Aimed at knocking Utred out if a fight does happen
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Post by Lord Rykker on May 1, 2015 14:07:44 GMT -5
Ooc : think he's reached ten second mark somewhere in the middle of that plea, if not the one before. All the time got left, only for surrender.
"3...2...1...."
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Post by The Forgotten God on May 1, 2015 14:18:07 GMT -5
"Thought we fight for fucking mone!" a man shouted. "When did we do Euric fucking Greyjoy's shit work? He ain't paid us shit! Iron Titans aren't Iron Born!" A lot of the Braavosi and foreigners seem to agree. Either way, no one is worrying about the countdown. "We want our fucking money!"
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Post by Lord Rykker on May 1, 2015 14:20:06 GMT -5
Uhtred laughs "hundred? How about a fucking princes ransom boys! He points at Benjen. We can get every stag out of the north with this! Fuck a hundred? Five hundred each for all of us that captured him!
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