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Post by Lyonel on Mar 22, 2015 10:21:39 GMT -5
Harmen followed the merchant without much exciment. "Yes yes... That could work. When this is done, I'll talk to Borros, see if he manages to refund both of us... Or at least part of it."
With a strong pull he grabbed to bags in each hand, carrying them out of the house.
"Long time since we had trouble like thise around these parts." He sighed.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Mar 22, 2015 10:23:29 GMT -5
Freheri grabs one of the smaller bags, lifting it with both hands "And the Ser just running off like that! What if they come right now! He'll be safely away, and the rest of us left up and dry. Terrible. Simply terrible.
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Post by Lyonel on Mar 22, 2015 10:27:13 GMT -5
"I'm sure Sir Borros had good reason to do so. He'd never turn his back on us." Harmen unloaded the sacks infront of his estabilishment. "And also, we have plenty of good men to help us. Like Harrick... or Herrick... Never know which is which."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 22, 2015 19:11:05 GMT -5
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It was evening a few days after Ser Borros had gone. Preparations were going alright. There was a soft breeze in the air as people made their way home when Herrick, out on patrol, came riding fast back into town.
"They're coming!!!" He shouted. "Everyone to arms, Dayne is coming!!!!"
Moments later the town bell was rung to send the alarm out.
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Post by Lyonel on Mar 22, 2015 19:13:49 GMT -5
"Time for one last good old blood spilling." Said Harmen, clad in chainmail, his pretty new helmet on his head and his trusty hammer in his right hand. "May the Seven guide us today my brothers."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Mar 22, 2015 19:17:29 GMT -5
Alanna grabbed her bow and quiver and came runing out of Ser Borros' house where she had been resting after a drill session with the levy. She ran towards the bell.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 22, 2015 19:22:47 GMT -5
Alyn was close behind Alanna, having been given a small area to sleep in Ser Borros' house by his wife. His leg was a little better and the sword was already in his hand.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 22, 2015 20:47:49 GMT -5
Drake had his crossbow and some bolts. He had been holed up in his tavern but figured it was in his best interest to help the town survive. "How we gonna stop these bastards, we regular people."
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Post by Lord Rykker on Mar 22, 2015 22:14:42 GMT -5
Freheri had no intention of standing and holding valiantly, he was far to small a man for that. Taking his poisons he carefully applies them to the bolts for his crossbow, slowly crawling up belly first onto the roof of his house. He could see fine into the town square from here, and cover the spears. Dorne didn't fight off the dragon by meeting them head on after all. It was the lure and trap that did it.
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Mar 23, 2015 1:07:00 GMT -5
Roly stood with the rest at the village center. He didn't want to do it. This wasn't his type of thing. The only reason he was here was because the Knight of Brimstone has been good to him, and hopefully after this the relations will only improve. Roly has his large two handed ax out and ready. In the back of his mind though he was certainly hoping no one was actually coming this way.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 23, 2015 1:27:29 GMT -5
Drake would make sure to scramble to loot whatever he could from any of the dead enemy. He instructed his staff workers to do so as well. Perhaps this small fight would pay off he thought.
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Post by Ser Theomore Bulwer on Mar 23, 2015 2:07:20 GMT -5
Perros stood at the town square, wondering what he had done to the gods to deserve this kind of fate. He had left Sunspear to get away from the fighting and he thought that he had succeed as he hadn't seen battle in almost a decade now. He had his curved bow in his left hand while a quiver filled with arrows hanged loosely on his right side.
He moved to a good location where he felt safe enough to know that he could fire without being interfered that quickly. He drew two arrows and placed the heads in the grown so he could draw more quickly and knocked one arrow to the string. He was ready to protect Brimstone, at least for a while. He would not die here and wasn't too stupid not to run for his life and leave the people behind if the situation came to it.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 8:11:25 GMT -5
Herrick and Harrick stood together, and swiftly the village center filled with townspeople ready to defend themselves. People crept onto roofs with bows and crossbows and here and there the odd bit of armour could even be seen. Old Herlon peeked out of his window from where he sat tending to the injured girl, who remained comatose.
The sun set quickly and darkness settled over the village. The wait brought unrest, which brought low murmuring about where the enemy could be. Tension was high as the expected attack didn't come as soon as thought. And then
And then, sounds came from all around them, the fringes of the village. Shouts and screams, taunts and and cries. Harrick frowned, then turned about. "They've surrounded us! Quick, to arms!"
Suddenly glimpses could be caught of men lurking in alleys and behind buildings, all around the village. None of the attackers had made for the town center and were instead creeping up on barred houses to strike at those within.
Alyn was one of the first to utter a war cry and charge down one of the roads towards a small group of men, some of the villagers following him. Here and there arrows and bolts where fired at the Dayne men, though most missed.
(OOC: Time to go on the offense, folks!)
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Post by Ser Theomore Bulwer on Mar 23, 2015 8:19:04 GMT -5
Perros fired his arrows as he soon as the enemy appeared, though he missed all but one who got an arrow in his shoulder. Perros had never been much of an archer, so he was satisfied with the hit at least. Seeing that the enemy didn't seem to engage them and went for the innocent instead, those women, elders and children that had barred themselves in their houses while those that could fight were in the village center.
"Cowards" he bellowed as he drew his two long curved daggers and began moving from rooftop to rooftop towards the place where he had seen the enemy he had hit gone down. This had just gotten personal for Perros, if it was something he hated more than anything was those that went for the kill of women and children.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Mar 23, 2015 8:51:11 GMT -5
Feheri will wait for his shot. The men were creeping up in the alleyways and avoiding the main street, and he knew this village well. He had a sight on the intersection of two side alley's, and if they were trying to be stealthy, they'd show up right there. There were only a hundred faces to know in this village, and as soon as he saw one he didn't, he'd fire. His finger hovered just on the trigger.
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