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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 21, 2015 20:44:16 GMT -5
The small force on Giacondo's ship sail quietly into Gulltown Harbor. The harbor guards see his flag flying. "How did you get past the blockade, chaps? There's a war goin' on if you didn't fuckin' notice." Archers on the walls look suspiciously at the crew.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Mar 21, 2015 23:39:41 GMT -5
Giovanda smiles wolfishly and shouts up "A clever use of signal flags, picking the right moment, and a lot of dumbluck! We're here to see if that blockade could be done with altogether, if Grafton has the coin!" His crew laugh, tension sliding off after the close call in the bay. He'll pull up to dock and head off to a meeting with Grafton if he'll have him, as he probably would like to see the blockade gone. Before he leaves he'll wish luck to Crowl and the Stark. "I finish my work, as you see. Now you do yours quickly yes? graftons is one contract I do not want to get into again."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 22, 2015 8:56:23 GMT -5
Robyn was more than surprised that they mad made it past, but wasn't going to mention it now, the important thing was that they were now in the city, the rest was down to them. She stood next to Giovanda.
"We had our differences, but you helped us get this far, and I thank you for that. Good luck. When the gates are opened, it may rouse more suspicion... you should try to not be here when they are. I would be grateful, if you could try and keep the guards attention on you until we are away?" she asked, speaking quietly, in case her voice carried.
She looked round at Crowl and the others and pointed to the couple of barrels of wine, not wanting to say anything in case, as Giovanda had said them speaking the common tongue was heard and would draw attention.
She helped Crowl lift one of the barrel, even though she knew that he could no doubt lift it himself and lead the way off the boat, looking for darker alleyways they could try to sneak down when they were on the docks.
--Stealth (100) ---Sneaking (65) ---Observation (50)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 22, 2015 13:22:06 GMT -5
Sneaking: 129 Observation: 141
Robyn sees a tavern with a man waving at them to get their attention. Her slim figure could easily pass unnoticed through the alleyway to the abr, provided she leaves the mammothian Crowl behind a minute.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 22, 2015 13:33:02 GMT -5
Robyn noticed the man and stops, putting a hand up to show Crowl he should wait.
She approaches the tavern trying to see for any sign of a trap.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 22, 2015 13:38:04 GMT -5
There is no sign that says trap, but the coast also looks clear. The man stops waving and enters the dark establishment.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 22, 2015 13:42:01 GMT -5
Robyn has a final look round and then enters after the man. a hand now on the hilt of her short blade pulling it out slightly as she entered.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 22, 2015 13:47:48 GMT -5
Robyn walks in and notes the name of the tavern is the Hog's Breath. Four men are inside, looking at her. The man who waved her in chuckles. "This fine lass came all the way from Braavos for us, lads! On that mercenary Farwynd's ship!" He looks to her drawing her sword. "And she's brought her own costume for the dancin'!" The men laugh out loud. "Welcome to the Hog's Breath tavern, home to Lord Richard Grafton's finest collection of killers, thugs, and assorted miscreants!"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 22, 2015 14:33:05 GMT -5
Robyn could have kicked herself for being such an fool. She felt like saying something, but if they did think she was braavosi, then she didn't want to give away she was not.
She looked around the four men, seeing if they looked armed. She didn't say a word, but took a half step back to the door,
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 22, 2015 14:36:03 GMT -5
One of the men is armed, the other three have no swords, but perhaps daggers under the table they are seated at. "Leaving so soon, little lady? The party hasn't even started ye..." as he speaks, a thunderous noise erupts. Catapults flinging rocks the size of people create a hell of a racket. "Well, now, I guess the party has begun, after all." Robyn hears footsteps behind her, coming closer outside the door.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 22, 2015 14:48:25 GMT -5
If it had been appropriate to roll her eyes Robyn would have done so. She decided to change direction with this, not wanting to waste time any more. She drew her short sword, 'I am going to give you one chance to help me. That is not a party, it's the sound of you losing your city, it is not a matter of if, it is a matter of when. When Prince Benjen breaks this city open, you can either have been the four men who aided him, or the four men who hindered him. Being Richard Grafton's finest collection of killers won't mean anything soon. Help me now and you'll be rewarded." She had spoke as loudly as she dared without wanting the man on the outside to hear. She hoped killers and thugs were as dubious loyalty here as they were everywhere else.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 22, 2015 15:08:23 GMT -5
The men raise their eyebrows at her. "That won't help you now, will it? No army is at your back. Maybe Stark will take this city and sack it, and if he does, then we stay out of the fight and we keep our heads. Maybe he loses, and we run out with Lord Richard's army and pillage all we can while he runs away with his tail between his legs. The only thing those have in common is that neither of them has to involve you surviving." The men rise, and Robyn counts two daggers and the swordsman.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 22, 2015 15:16:35 GMT -5
Robyn sighed, frustrated and then drew her short blade, attacking the man with the sword first. She'd have felt better if she could use her
Fighting -Weapons --Small Blades (Melee and thrown) (50)
-Armour --Chain (25)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 22, 2015 15:19:37 GMT -5
Round 1:
Robyn: 52 Sword man: 70 Dagger 1: 68 Dagger 2: 143
Robyn's charge takes the men off guard, but as she lunges for the sword wielder, he catches her wrist and one of the men with a dagger steps behind her and holds it to her throat. "What the hell was that, lass?" the man asks, seeming genuinely puzzled.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Mar 22, 2015 15:24:29 GMT -5
Crowl expecting Princess Stark to be back by now makes his way to the tavern that she disappeared into. His large cloak still covering most of his body to hide his features, except for the most obvious one being his size.
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