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Post by Marlow on Apr 5, 2015 18:49:23 GMT -5
Harwyn draws his axe and heads left around the circle, glancing back and forth between the surrounding room and the inside of the circle as he walks.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 5, 2015 18:51:04 GMT -5
Uhtred gestures and the men spread out, most probably avoiding the giant ring of red doom. Uhtred will walk relatively close to it with Harwyn to keep up appearances, scanning the floor and around for something different. The men'll go in pairs at least. No scooby-doing here.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 5, 2015 19:09:18 GMT -5
They see a raised platform about fifteen feet overhead, a small and narrow set of stairs leading to it. Surely this is it.
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Post by Marlow on Apr 5, 2015 19:11:23 GMT -5
Harwyn stares at the platform for a moment, then lets out a quiet sigh. "I'll go first." With a cautious first step, Harwyn climbs the narrow set of stairs, ready to react if anything in his footing feels off.
[Agility- 40]
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 5, 2015 19:12:31 GMT -5
Uhtred follows the man, keeping a eye out. He'll send men to keep on going around the circle, while also going to get the Prince.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 5, 2015 19:13:13 GMT -5
As they climb, Aenys joins them, looking down on the circle. There is a book open on the platform, words indecipherable and visibly changing text as they are looked at. Aenys narrows his eyes. "Blood."
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Post by Marlow on Apr 5, 2015 19:15:33 GMT -5
Attention and curiosity now fully focused, Harwyn strides towards the book, reaching a hand out towards it. "You mean these words are written in blood? Can you read them?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 5, 2015 19:16:25 GMT -5
"No," he said, looking at his slave soldiers. "The circle demands blood. Forty should do."
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Post by Marlow on Apr 5, 2015 19:17:59 GMT -5
Harwyn nods, thinking for a moment. "Ten of my men will volunteer."
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 5, 2015 19:19:07 GMT -5
Uhtred stays back a little bit on the platform, a still and silent metal statue with greataxe over one shoulder. His diastase for the action is apparent on his face, but that's why masks are the best. "Mine aren't. Will your men slit their own throats, or do we need to do it for them?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 5, 2015 19:23:58 GMT -5
"Kill forty," Aenys says. "I don't much care whose they are."
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 5, 2015 19:27:36 GMT -5
Uhtred descends to the steps and gets his men quickly marshaled into place, then moves the 10 greensmen and the 30 slaves into position with backs to the shield. Then the slaughter.
Greataxe 94
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Post by Marlow on Apr 5, 2015 19:29:15 GMT -5
Harwyn stays on the platform, staring at the pages of the book as the sacrifices are made.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 5, 2015 21:02:59 GMT -5
No one goes down easy, and fifty or more end up dead. Aenys watches impassively. He drops a container of wildfire onto the bodies and ignites it. The flames burn bright purple...and the heat is extreme. Sulfur burns in the chamber.
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Post by Marlow on Apr 5, 2015 21:10:27 GMT -5
Harwyn watched the flames with a smile, even as the hair on his face almost ignites in the intense heat. His attention returns to the book, reaching a hand out to brush the pages again. "You know what this is, if you know it wanted blood?"
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