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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 10, 2015 20:44:30 GMT -5
Round 5:
Ben: 127 Crowl: 171
FUCKING EVERYTHING DEAD
Karyl Crowl dismembers everything in sight. Other than Stark corpses, everything in the sept is ripped to unrecognizable shreds by the man. Friendly soldiers run away, as every man instinctively knows somehow that there is no stopping a Crowl when it has made a fresh kill.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 10, 2015 20:47:07 GMT -5
Benjen keeps hacking at the men even as Crowl punches them to nothingness. When they finally lay dead he stands there, staring down at the mass of bodies.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 10, 2015 20:47:39 GMT -5
Crossbow: 160 (-35)
Danya's bolt hits the wizard in the shoulder, and he cries out in pain as it passes through him. His rage seems to galvanize him, however, and he uses the gushing wound to form some sort of bloody mist which conpletely obscures vision past about three feet.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Mar 10, 2015 20:49:54 GMT -5
After everyone fled the sept what followed was a gruesome scene that would have made other men let loose the contents of their stomachs, the only thing that people are able to piece together is the lack of body parts in the hallway where the fight took place and Karyl Crowl exiting the shack using what looked like a sliver of bone to pick his teeth. Crowl looks around for his next victim after finishing with the piece of bone.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 10, 2015 20:51:42 GMT -5
As the men stand in the sept/buffet, the pounding at the other doors has stopped as the soldiers finish clearing out the Militants. "Survivors!" A soldier cries out, "Your Grace!"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 10, 2015 20:52:54 GMT -5
Benjen's head snapped up as he hears the call. "What... what?" His vision focuses and he hears the pounding again.
"Help me with the doors!!" He growled, rushing to let the survivors out. "And someone get Liddle a healer!!"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 10, 2015 20:56:24 GMT -5
The doors are finally opened, and a few people are seen. Queen Janelle is crying in the corner with two little children in her arms, and King Terrence is slumped over, bleeding from several wounds. A sword seems welded to his left hand, his fingers gripping so tightly they froze to it. The queen runs to her son. "Benjen! You're...you're..." she breaks down crying.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 10, 2015 20:58:32 GMT -5
"Mother... father..." Benjen manages, the shock still stopping his emotions from really pushing through. Then he sees his children and his heart almost stops. The Prince throws down his sword and runs to his mother, taking both of the children from her and holding them tightly.
"Father... what happened..." He whispered, looking over at Terrence.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 10, 2015 20:58:52 GMT -5
His sellswords do a fair job clearing the way, and the fight is waning in the streets, and Oriax has no problem seeing Harrys now. The man turns about. Instead of some dippy greeting, he throws a vial of blood into a burning house nearby, and as he does a massive serpent made of flame and life force leaps towards the Asshaiian. " Barbarians", Oriax thought with a sigh as Snow attacked with no word, the lack of civility serving as proof to his prejudice against the westerners. As the snake formed in the flames and ash, he drew his dagger and approached a nearby cobbler stuck under some rubble, struggling to free himself. Whether a father of four or a rapist, it mattered not to the shadowbinder. He saw only fuel. He raised his hands towards the mounds of nearby corpses, slicing the poor man's throat as he chanted in his shrill and ululating native tongue, attempting to make a necrotic golem of the dead to combat the snake of flame. (Ritualism 93, +5 for Feast of Suls) Malix drew his arakh and attacked any man that was foolish enough to approach, the pit fighter happy to be in a situation that required no language to understand (Sword 80)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 10, 2015 21:01:05 GMT -5
"Men, so many...so fast...everyone with the army..." he hacks and sputters. "Catherine and Ella barred the door...but they broke through...my brother...Harrys...too strong." He falls to the ground. His breath is ragged and uneven. His hand pushes the fallen bronze crown of the North to Ben's feet. "Rule...fight...must...end this soon. Harrys said...worse is comi..." he passes out.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 10, 2015 21:03:43 GMT -5
Ritual 150:
The golenm is only a few bodies, not assembled, but they crowd the snake's way and it consumes itself upon them. Harrys emerges from the cloud of blood rejuvenated. "Well that was uncivil. But the crossbow bolt makes it even," he says. As he speaks, the fires around him dance into an ever expanding ring.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 10, 2015 21:03:42 GMT -5
Benjen felt the rage build in him again as he listened to his father speak. He could only nod at the king's words and when he passed out, Benjen gave his children a kiss on the head each before handing them to Janelle.
He picked up the crown and placed it on his head, before reaching for his sword. "Anyone still capable of fighting, with me. We're going to kill Harrys Snow."
With that he stalked from the building, looking to find Harrys.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 10, 2015 21:06:42 GMT -5
Seeing the flames rising up and spreading more and more, Amelia steps back, Danya at her side, crossbow reloading.
Ami stares at the flames and begins to concentrate, finding that spot deep within her mind. She focuses on the rings of sap on her fingers and tries her best to stop the advance of the flames at least a little bit.
Fire Calling (55)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 10, 2015 21:07:32 GMT -5
Flame calling: 102
The flames sputter in some buildings, but the main effort is unfazed.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 10, 2015 21:11:42 GMT -5
Ritual 150: The golenm is only a few bodies, not assembled, but they crowd the snake's way and it consumes itself upon them. Harrys emerges from the cloud of blood rejuvenated. "Well that was uncivil. But the crossbow bolt makes it even," he says. As he speaks, the fires around him dance into an ever expanding ring. "I expected no less from an associate of Cassadar." Oriax replied, closing his right hand into a fist while hissing the Asshaii word for blade in an attempt to make the blood cloud into a collection of hardened spikes and send them hurtling towards Harrys. "He also chose to death instead of parlay."
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