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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 22, 2015 15:26:43 GMT -5
The men disarm Robyn and have a quick discussion among themselves over what to do. After a moment, they decide on taking her downstairs to see what the boss recommends. The three men with daggers or nothing march her down a dark flight of steps while the swordsman goes back to the bar.
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He comes in to see a door closing and a man standing in the room, looking confused. He turns to see the Crowl. "Tavern's closed. Lord Richard's sent everyone to the fight."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 22, 2015 15:32:10 GMT -5
Robyn is never one to go anywhere easily, and tries to get away the whole time they are taking her downstairs.
- Unarmed combat (50)
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Mar 22, 2015 15:35:24 GMT -5
"My sista' came in here to find an ale for us." He says resorting back to his broken Skagosi common tongue and hoping the guy doesn't catch the difference. "Ya wouldn't know where she ran off to would ya?" He said scanning the room and noticing the only exit was the way in which he came.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 22, 2015 15:36:50 GMT -5
Robyn: 67 Guard 1: 116 Guard 2: 130 (100) Guard 3: 104
Robyn fights valiantly, but the men are disciplined and strong, and they simply lift her up and carry her bodily, clamping a hand over her mouth to shut her up. She is brought into an office-looking room with three more men seated about playing cards. The apparent leader rises. "What the fuck is this?" they close the door. "Who are you?" He waves at the men to let her go.
"She was fighting us..boss..-"
"Shut the fuck up Wayne! I asked the slut, not your stupid ass! Why the fuck is she dressed like a damn warrior woman!?"
"She IS a warri-"
"I said shut the FUCK UP!" He turns back to Robyn. "Now, what are you doing here, and who the hell are you?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 22, 2015 15:38:15 GMT -5
"Oh, her? Yea, she came in here to talk about something." He shrugs. "She went upstairs."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 22, 2015 15:43:28 GMT -5
Robyn considered lying, but seeing as she had told most of the truth already to the other men she didn't see the point.
"My name is Robyn Stark" She said, looking at the man.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Mar 22, 2015 15:44:47 GMT -5
Crowl knowing that the Princess wouldn't belittle herself with the likes of this crowd throws caution to the wind. He approaches the man and pushing his hood back with one hand shoots out the other hand to grab the man by the neck. "Now don't lie to me again, where the fuck is she?" He states
Intimidation: 85
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 22, 2015 15:48:15 GMT -5
"Duh-downstaris! The crazy cunny attacked us! We sent her to the boss!" He shudders as the massive man lifts him to his tip toes with one hand. The thought of using his sword never crosses his mind. Everyone instinctively knows swords to Crowl's gut only replace his need for dinner.
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"The...king's youngest daughter?" The boss frowns. "You are, aren't you? Why the hell did you come here, of all bloody places?" He thinks a moment. "Have a drink. I insist." He pours a glass of some liquor and hands it out.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Mar 22, 2015 15:53:05 GMT -5
Crowl lets the man down and turns him around before pushing him towards the stairs keeping a firm grip on the man's neck. "Lead the way then."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 22, 2015 15:53:51 GMT -5
That they referred to her father as the King gave her a tiny bit more optimism.
"Yes, I am." She took the drink but drank nothing yet, "I am here to help my brother end this war faster, which I explained to your men, but they did not seem interested in helping me."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 22, 2015 15:57:04 GMT -5
"Well, they are morons," he says cheerfully as he suddenly slashes 'Wayne' across the throat. the man crumples to the ground gripping his neck futilely to staunch the blood flow. "Now, I seem to have the advantage in this friendly exchange, so what can I expect for helping Princess Stark take back her father's city?"
Outside a clanging step is heard.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 22, 2015 16:00:33 GMT -5
"First, who are you?" She asks, eyes flicking to the dying man before going back to the boss.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 22, 2015 16:03:13 GMT -5
"I'm Seth Storm," the man says cheerfully. "Sellsword extraordinaire. Fortunately, I like my life even more than I like gold. But, my princess, I don't like YOUR life more than gold, so offer some up and we can have a civilized chat." The pounding continues. A man gurgles out.
"Another guest..." Seth frowns.
"Guest, just kill that useless fuck!"
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Mar 22, 2015 16:06:32 GMT -5
Crowl tired of waiting for the man to open the door, kicks the damn thing down.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Mar 22, 2015 16:16:55 GMT -5
Robyn doesn't know much about the going rate for Sellswords, having not really come across a whole lot of them, and the ones she had come across now, had not endeared them to her.
She thought of a number that seemed appropriate.
"30 Dragons." she said, "and would have said more when Crowl kicked the door in.
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