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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 22, 2015 18:05:38 GMT -5
As he passes by the city collapsing about him he sees his men dragging the Lord of Gulltown to him. "Your Grace, we present...'King' Richard Grafton," one says. The lord has been stabbed twice and grimaces.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 22, 2015 18:07:48 GMT -5
Benjen studied the man for a long moment, trying to assess if his wounds were fatal. "What do you have to say for yourself?" He finally asked, his voice hard as steel.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 22, 2015 18:10:48 GMT -5
Lord Richard chuckles despite his pain. "If you come at the king, you best not miss," he says. "The plan almost worked. Fucking Snow."
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Mar 22, 2015 18:12:06 GMT -5
Crowl finds his way to the prince after fighting his way through the opposite side of the gate. He walks up as Richard Grafton is brought in front of Benjen.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 22, 2015 18:13:09 GMT -5
"What about him?" Benjen asked, patiently waiting for Grafton to spill the beans on all he knew. When it was done he would see if the man would survive a trip to Eddard's Rest or not.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 22, 2015 18:15:48 GMT -5
"Oh, you know bastards, almost fucking up the plans of their betters." He coughed. "Took a liking to that bitch and betrayed me." He smiles a bit. "The irony, right?" As he talks, Lord Devan's fleet arrives in the harbor and the party gets more intense. Blocking out the screams and the smoke is hard. No one knows why you'd burn buildings down in freezing weather but the soldiers are not governed by reason at this point. He notes Robyn and Karyl's arrival. "Ah, the Crowl. Sorry about your friends. A pity you didn't teach them to fight better."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 22, 2015 18:18:05 GMT -5
"What are you talking about?" Benjen growled, taking a step closer to hover over Grafton. "And don't you dare try and die before I can execute you."
He turned to one of the men. "Fetch me a greatsword. I'll need it when this is done." He turned back to Grafton. "Speak."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 22, 2015 18:30:07 GMT -5
Robyn kills a dozen in mercy deaths. She sees a group of young women being dragged to a tavern by jeering soldiers.
Richard laughs. "Nicholas Snow traded Joanna Lannister to someone else. A higher bidder. Then I think the son of a bitch sold THEM out too." He laughs. "I should have just gutted him. Fucking Stafford. At least I got to kill your friends, PRINCE."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 22, 2015 18:35:40 GMT -5
Benjen had spoken with Danya, and so finally what Grafton was saying made sense. He nodded, staring at the man for a moment. "Anything else to say?" He finally asked, turning to the guard he had sent off and taking the large two hander from him.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Mar 22, 2015 18:36:54 GMT -5
"I'll have something even more special for you after you're gone." Crowl says with a snarled smile towards Grafton.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 22, 2015 18:38:20 GMT -5
Robyn followed the sounds of potential rape.
She hand a hand the hilt of one of her blades and opened the door to the tavern the men went into. Looking for the house they served on their clothing.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 22, 2015 18:43:34 GMT -5
Robyn sees the men in normal soldier clothes, as uniforms are too expensive for smallfolk. The ladies are being taken unfortunate advantage of everywhere through the building.
Richard chuckles. "I hired Harrys, too," he said. "Fuck you, and fuck your house."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 22, 2015 18:52:49 GMT -5
Fury erupted within Benjen but he did his best to contain it. He was about to tell his men to bring the man to his knees when he paused.
"Find me a noose. This traitor doesn't deserve a clean death."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 22, 2015 18:54:34 GMT -5
"No taking the black for me, eh?" He chuckles as blood comes from his mouth. The men bring the noose.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 22, 2015 18:56:59 GMT -5
Robyn followed the sounds of potential rape. She hand a hand the hilt of one of her blades and opened the door to the tavern the men went into. Looking for the house they served on their clothing. Ray lay on the floor as the Northmen had beat him up when he tried to stop him. "No better," he spat out blood as he picked himself up off the floor when Robyn came in.
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