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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 25, 2015 21:02:11 GMT -5
Roly's head was spinning, and not just because of the alcohol. Roly kissed Alya right back, like they were the only two around. Alya wouldn't stop kissing him, and fuck, she tasted good so it was probably good. Her hands began to roam all over Roly's body.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 25, 2015 21:04:28 GMT -5
Perros could stop himself from laughing as Harrick stumbled away, at least the man seemed to take the loss of his brother well, before he turned back to look at Alyn. He took up the jar of strongwine that he had stashed under the table and offered Alyn the jar. "May I interest you in some luke-warm strongwine? And please take a seat and tell me more about yourself, you are after all a part of our village now, and one should always get to know one's family." "A part of the village... gods, you're right," Alyn replied, taking some of the strongwine but remaining standing for the moment. "I keep forgetting what the bastards did..." He stared into his cup for a moment and looked across the tent.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 25, 2015 21:06:31 GMT -5
Borros made his way over to the disfigured young girl, taking a knee before her and offering a warm smile as if she were still a beautiful young girl. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lady Whitedune." he took her little hand. "I am Ser Borros Brimstone. I was friends with your father and you are welcome to dwell in my hall for as long as you desire." The girl looked at Borros with her big brown eyes, something odd about them. "Ser, she hasn't said a word yet. I am not even sure she can understand you yet," Lissy said with a sad expression. Bella looked at Borros, then over his shoulder. She saw something then that widened her eyes and suddenly she let out an ear piercing scream.
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Post by Ser Theomore Bulwer on Mar 25, 2015 21:09:59 GMT -5
Perros looked sympathetically at the man, understanding exactly what the man was talking about, and let him just be in his thoughts for a while.
"You have been too busy with seeing to their revenge, Alyn. Now begins the hard part; the mourning, the memories of those lost. Time will make it easier, but you will never forget. It'll always be there in your mind, but you'll be better at keeping it at bay as time goes by."
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Mar 25, 2015 21:13:07 GMT -5
Roly's head was spinning, and not just because of the alcohol. Roly kissed Alya right back, like they were the only two around. Alya wouldn't stop kissing him, and fuck, she tasted good so it was probably good. Her hands began to roam all over Roly's body. Roly's hands began to roam as well, but he stopped himself knowing all the villagers are around. The kissing however, he couldn't manage to pull away for sometime. when he did he smiled brightly gazing into her eyes.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Mar 25, 2015 21:18:49 GMT -5
Fraheri pulled himself up from his conversation with Old Herlon at the scream. What was going on? His left hand began shaking. "Stop it" he told himself out loud. All the trouble was over, wasn't it?
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Post by Kurts on Mar 25, 2015 21:23:38 GMT -5
Ser Borros whirled around to where the girl's eyes were fixed, drawing his falchion.
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Post by Ser Theomore Bulwer on Mar 25, 2015 21:24:38 GMT -5
Perros stiffened and looked around in every direction as the scream reached his ears, something was going on but he wasn't sure what. He had known their victory had been to easy, now Dayne had returned to finish the job and most of the villagers were to drunk to fight. At least he had one of his daggers at his side. He refused to go out without a fight.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 25, 2015 21:32:03 GMT -5
Ser Borros turned to see who Bella was staring at...
...and his eyes fixed on Alyn. The man looked over at the scream, spotted Bella and smiled. He moved to his right, almost lazily and picked up the spear that Harrick had left. A quick thrust and the tip of the weapon punched through Ser Ryan Holt's throat, faster than anyone could move. One of the Hellholt men went for his sword but Alyn was fast, his spear coming round and stabbing the man in the stomach.
The sound of thrumming from all around them, whistling, thuds, pain.
Crossbowman: 129 Crossbowman: 148 Crossbowman: 147 Crossbowman: 62 Crossbowman: 135 Crossbowman: 69 Crossbowman: 96 Crossbowman: 94 Crossbowman: 115 Crossbowman: 101 Crossbowman: 141 Crossbowman: 73 Crossbowman: 143 Crossbowman: 84 Crossbowman: 120 Crossbowman: 124 Crossbowman: 103 Crossbowman: 89 Crossbowman: 117 Crossbowman: 131
Ser Borros: Average hit, -20 Delena: Heavy hit, -35 Alanna: Heavy hit, -35 Drake: Miss Freheri: Heavy hit, -35 Red Mitch: Miss Old Herlon: Light hit, -10 Perros: Light hit, -10 Roly: Average hit, -20 Alya: Light hit, -10 Harmen: Heavy hit, -35 Garlan: Miss
Borros felt something punch through his back, something that hurt like nothing else. He saw Delena go down, a bot sprouting from her throat. Alanna was hit as well, in the chest and Freheri was felled, getting a bolt to the gut. Old Herlon was whipped back as a projectile ripped through his shoulder and Perros found himself with a bolt sticking from his leg. Roly, still mid kiss, felt something punch him in the side and as he was flung away from Alya he saw that she was falling, something brown sticking from her arm. Harmen the smith felt something stab him in the throat, something that went right through. All around men and women were falling as bolts struck them, red blood spurting from wounds.
And then they came, shadows out of the darkness, swords and axes in their hands, swiftly closing in on the screaming, shocked and dying villagers.
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Post by Kurts on Mar 25, 2015 21:43:05 GMT -5
Borros snarled as the bolt punched into his back, blinded momentarily by the white hot pain. His mind swam as he saw his wife fall, almost in slow motion, drowning in her own blood. There was nothing he could do, nothing except avenge her. He was not entirely sure what was happening or why, but he did not need to. His foe was in sight. He charged Alyn with falchion high and shield raised, the hellhound of House Brimstone flashing in the firelight.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Mar 25, 2015 21:45:37 GMT -5
Fraheri stared at the bolt in his belly. Shouldn't it hurt more? It alwasys had looked like it hurt others more... He wasn't shaking though. He slid down to his knees and looked around. Things were so strange. He just needed to sleep. Yes, sleep would be nice. But not yet. He'll reach for his crossbow if he could. No one should go to sleep alone.
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Post by Ser Theomore Bulwer on Mar 25, 2015 21:46:19 GMT -5
Perros watched in horror, as the man he had just invited into his family killed so many of those he had known for long. He had never believed that Alyn was capable of a thing like this. He fell backwards as the bolt penetrated his leg and he landed hard on the ground. He wanted nothing but get up and rush toward Alyn, but he knew that there was no chance of that, not with this injury, so instead he tried to get down and away from the tent and find shelter in a house where he could deal with the bolt.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Mar 25, 2015 21:47:34 GMT -5
Garlan was lucky enough to have seen the first couple bolts fly and was able to duck into the nearest building by the time the rest were flying towards the villagers, he tries to find a place to hide or escape to avoid the oncoming slaughter.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Mar 25, 2015 21:50:56 GMT -5
Roly went for Alya as fast at he could, checking to see if she was alive. "My ship, we must try and get to my ship." He told her.
He looked first for an ax to grab, but if not he would fight his was out with his fists.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 25, 2015 21:51:49 GMT -5
Drake was on the ground and looking around, he spotted Red Mitch and some others who had somehow not been hit. He thought he was so drunk he was imagining things. He knew he should have left the villagers after they planned to attack. He was going to die today. He charged at the man Borros was charging with nothing but a small butter knife and a stick.
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