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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 10, 2015 21:14:22 GMT -5
The shards slam into Harrys, and he falls dead. After a few seconds, the face of a peasant man emerges from the corpse of Harrys, and the glamour fades around as the fake fire ring and spells dissipate. The dead man's mouth twists into a horrid smile as it is clear Harrys Snow has managed some form of escape. Tracking may be possible.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 10, 2015 21:20:47 GMT -5
Oriax sighed in annoyance, approaching the dead peasant, and opened his belly with his knife as he had done the rapist. He removed his liver and inspecting it, chants growing higher. He attempted to seek out the man that had cast the glamour on the peasant, knowing the remnants of the man's magic would serve as a fingerprint of sorts.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 10, 2015 21:21:44 GMT -5
The full dickery of Harrys Snow makes itself evident, as the blood from his crossbow wound strewn about the ground overwhelms any efforts to find the much less obvious scent of the real Snow.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 10, 2015 21:22:24 GMT -5
+2 Sword Ben Stark +1 Fists Crowl +2 Bow Lars
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 10, 2015 21:23:07 GMT -5
Prince Benjen spots the group that had fought "Harrys" by the gate and approached, his face pale, crown on his head.
"Is that him!?" He growled, not able to see the peasant's face.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 10, 2015 21:34:30 GMT -5
Oriax actually smiled beneath his mask, more impressed than angered at the wily arts of his foe. The Westerosi may be infants in magic compared to the Asshaii, but they were quick students it seemed.
He stood and dusted off his robes before turning to Prince Benjen, viscera still on his scarred hands.
"It is not." he replied simply, monotone voice echoing from beneath his mask. "Though if you seek the man responsible for this, you need only a mirror."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 10, 2015 21:39:11 GMT -5
Benjen rounded on the man, the look in his face one of savage intent, sword swinging at the Asshaii.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Mar 10, 2015 21:41:39 GMT -5
Crowl comes charging at the Prince, his bloody helm having been removed and salty tears leaving trails down the red tinted giants face as he grabs the Northern Prince mid swing and pulls him into a big bear hug sobbing into the prince's sweaty hair.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 10, 2015 21:44:02 GMT -5
Benjen finds himself almost crushed by the Crowl's arms, his sword dropping to the ground. He somehow grasps Crowl back and presses against him, while facing Oriax.
"Get out of my sight now." He snarls, murder still in his eyes.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 10, 2015 21:51:35 GMT -5
Oriax had not even flinched as the prince raised his sword with deadly intent. With so much fuel for his power around, Harrys was no the only one who could make a magical escape if necessary.
"I asked a prince to do what must be done to save his people, for a few drops of blood shed for his kingdom." Oriax continued, in the same cold tone, arms extended to the carnage surrounding them. "Remember this the next time you value morality over victory."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 10, 2015 21:53:28 GMT -5
"I told you to get out of my sight," Benjen repeated, not interested in the man's excuses. He stared at him for a moment longer, before turning to fully return the Crowl's hug.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 10, 2015 22:07:58 GMT -5
"Is that what you want or would you rather find Harrys Snow?" he inquired. "I have the means to, if you have only the will to see it through."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 10, 2015 22:09:28 GMT -5
"I have just seen my wife and youngest child lie dead in a heap of bodies," The Prince's voice said muffled. "You will be called upon when necessary. Until then... leave."
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Post by Kurts on Mar 10, 2015 22:20:55 GMT -5
"And I am offering you an opportunity to find the man you hold responsible." he spoke slowly, saying each word slowly as if speaking to an emotional child. "Before he has a chance to add more bodies to the heap. To not only locate; but hamper, maim, or slay. Now, at this very moment, not after you mourn their passing."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 10, 2015 22:24:43 GMT -5
"If you are offering to find him then why are you still here?" Benjen asked the man. "Go, do what you must, but find Harrys Snow."
He dragged himself free from the Crowl and made his way back to the sept, to oversee the transport of his dead wife and child to the keep.
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