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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 10:11:05 GMT -5
As Ray sits, one of the almost- raped women sits near him. "Thanks for helping us, ser," she says. "There were too many to fight off, we all saw that."
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 23, 2015 10:15:07 GMT -5
He shrugged and drank an ale mug that hadn't been spilled over. "Lost my home, my sister got took. Seein' you all like that has me madder un hell," he said, a rage starting to build within him again. He wanted to crush some skulls with the thick mug but knew that would land him dead quite quick.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 10:17:59 GMT -5
"Where did your sister get took, my lord?" The serving maid looks concerned. "Not by Lord Arryn's nephew Artos, I hope."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 23, 2015 12:36:16 GMT -5
"Check the keep," Benjen said, annoyed. "Do they have a sewer system here?" He looked across the roads. "If so, it might be below the streets, stashed away." When he saw his sister he smiled. "You did good work, Robyn." Robyn smiled at her brother and held her arm out for a hug, being incredibly tired. "Could have done better," she shrugged, "Could have gone worse. The important thing is the gates were opened. "Are you well? Why were you talking about sap?"
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Post by Lord Dudley Mudd on Mar 23, 2015 13:17:35 GMT -5
Dud heard the Prince speaking of the sap. So he attempts to get a search party together and makes finding this sap, for whatever reason the Prince wants it so bad Dud didn't really care, and makes it his priority.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 13:25:50 GMT -5
Benjen grinned at Robyn, the dangling corpse of Grafton long forgotten.
"All the sap from the Heart Trees at Redfort were taken," Benjen told her. "Sorcerers are using it to fuel their magic, so I expected some resistance here." He shook his head. "Apparently there was no spell caster here, so the sap must still be around."
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Mar 23, 2015 13:30:20 GMT -5
Crowl goes around the battlefield with his trusty sack, he is kicking random bodies making sure that they are dead before kneeling down next to them for a time before moving on to the next one.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Mar 23, 2015 13:45:32 GMT -5
Giovanda returns to his ship, his crew readying to set sail. They had stayed out of the battle, holding the ship fiercely against the few sellsword groups that had tried to steal the ship to make a run for it. Now they were leaving Gulltown, and the gold from Prince Benjen was securely locked below the small deck. A job was done. Time to find the next one.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 23, 2015 14:15:49 GMT -5
Benjen grinned at Robyn, the dangling corpse of Grafton long forgotten. "All the sap from the Heart Trees at Redfort were taken," Benjen told her. "Sorcerers are using it to fuel their magic, so I expected some resistance here." He shook his head. "Apparently there was no spell caster here, so the sap must still be around." "Could it not have been... Magiced away?" she asked in a way that tried and failed to not look stupid "Or left before the blockade? If there was no sorcerer here, maybe they left before?" Robyn suggested, shrugging again, "do you want help looking for it?" She asked, nearly hoping he would say no.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 23, 2015 14:29:53 GMT -5
"Perhaps they left before Manderly arrived, you might be right," Benjen replied grimly. "Though where did they take it?" He hmmed. "If you wish to help then please do. I am sure you'll be able to locate it." He smiled.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 23, 2015 14:48:16 GMT -5
"I'll have a look for you," she said with a smile, but was naming him all sorts of curses in her head.
She returned to inside the walled area of the city and tried to look to see if there was any clue as to where large vats of sap could be stored... feeling like a bit of an idiot.
Observation 50
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 23, 2015 14:54:28 GMT -5
Observation: 101
Robyn looks and looks, but can find no clue as to where it could be. It will take a very determined search a long time to find the sap, if it's still in the city.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 23, 2015 15:02:06 GMT -5
Usually, Robyn is tenacious and fastidious, not wanting to stop until completing what she sets her mind to, but this was something her brother had set his mind too, and so gave it up for a lost cause.
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Post by Ser Pounce on Mar 23, 2015 18:44:15 GMT -5
"Where did your sister get took, my lord?" The serving maid looks concerned. "Not by Lord Arryn's nephew Artos, I hope." "Closer to Wickenden, small patch of land really." He studies his mug with an intense glare. "Have heard that name a few times, but with the war on, haven't had a chance to head out much."
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