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Post by The Smith on Oct 2, 2013 21:21:05 GMT -5
"The three of us hardly attend those meetings. None of us have a taste for that kind of work." Aenys replied, "Bert is better at those kind of things."
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Post by The Smith on Oct 2, 2013 22:49:28 GMT -5
As Donal sat eating a servant approached the table. The man had eyes too hard to be a servant, and as he approached a dagger fell from his sleeve into his hand. Stormshield could not possibly see the man approaching.
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Post by Lord Oswyn Baratheon on Oct 2, 2013 22:50:34 GMT -5
"The three of us hardly attend those meetings. None of us have a taste for that kind of work." Aenys replied, "Bert is better at those kind of things." "I can't decide if the image of Lord Tyrell alone at the small council table is sad, humorous, or frightening." Oswyn replied with a chuckle. |
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Post by The Smith on Oct 2, 2013 22:54:29 GMT -5
Aenys chuckled, "I think it is covered in dust. He just stays in his own office."
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Oct 2, 2013 22:54:35 GMT -5
"I did, my Greatuncle, and then my cousin...has decided to join me, my neise Bethany, and my daughter in the Red Keep of course, we are around." He smiles. "Why do you ask?" "Oh, no particular reason! I was just wondering if they will join us this evening," she replied. "That is up to them, for some reason it seems that even I can not tell what they plan to do." He chuckles. "It could just be me, I do not hope that will be a problem." |
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Post by Lord Donal Stormshield on Oct 2, 2013 22:57:51 GMT -5
At this point in time Donal's pet red panda who was sitting next to him looked up and looked at the man posing as a servant. Bearic as Donal had taken to calling him started snarling quietly yet loud enough for Donal to notice. Donal continues to eat his food and dismissing the snarling as hunger tosses his pet a piece of meat from his plate.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 2, 2013 23:02:27 GMT -5
There was a large growl from below the table, and a large Hornhound moved out from beneath Donel's table. It moved toward the servant, but was rewarded with a swift cut across its sleek and golden face with the man's black blade. It whimpered and yelped a long cut across its face. Also the dog wore a jeweled collar.
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Post by Lord Donal Stormshield on Oct 2, 2013 23:17:55 GMT -5
Donal turns around abruptly at the commotion behind him, noticing the wounded dog and then a serving man holding out a bloodied dagger Donal reaches for his absent spear and curses under his breath he grabs his eating dagger and a nearby cup to defend himself against the man.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 2, 2013 23:29:34 GMT -5
The assassin looks at the cup, and laughs at Donal. He leaps forward, and Donal throws the wine right in the face of the assassin. The assassin covers his eyes, but in that moment of blindness Stormshield slashes his blade through the other man.
The assassin's free hand covers his stomach to keep in his intestines. But his blade as some of Donal's blood on it as well. A long gash across Stormshield's ribs trickles blood.
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Post by Lord Donal Stormshield on Oct 2, 2013 23:36:37 GMT -5
Donal cringes as the dagger makes contact with his ribs but brushes off the momentary pain and squares off with his dagger out in front of him as he backs up to the table and reaches behind his back to grab the spit that still has about a quarter of the animal still on it.
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Post by Lord Harold Tully on Oct 2, 2013 23:36:55 GMT -5
Harold moved his hand to his sword belt with a raised expression due to the sound of blood being split and commotion, however relaxes as they attempt to hold the man down.
"My Lady, do you have everything handled?" He asked her.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 2, 2013 23:50:17 GMT -5
As the dogs charge forward the assassin plunges a blade into one of their backs. His hand slips away from his wound, and his intestines slip out low enough to hook around the dogs neck as it runs, dragging guts behind it.
Donal lifts up the spit and turned launches it right at the other man. It flies through his heart. The man stumbles and falls. Dead before he touches the ground.
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Post by Lord Donal Stormshield on Oct 2, 2013 23:54:08 GMT -5
Donal still holding onto the end of the spit lets it fall with the man. He examines the boar and finds that it has little to no extra blood on it and carves off a piece before taking a small bite of it.
He looks up at the gathering party members and announces in a loud voice. "Now, ladies and gentleman. Let's get this party started." He says pointing to the band and motioning for them to start playing again.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 2, 2013 23:57:25 GMT -5
The leader harpist turns his head and vomits all over the floor.
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Post by Lord Gareth Hightower on Oct 3, 2013 0:16:49 GMT -5
Gareth had risen in alarm at the commotion, but the whole fight was over before he could assist. Nevertheless he moved over towards where Donal Stormshield was gazing down at the dead man, the dead man's belly a bloody ruin. Gareth did not look away. He had seen plenty of ruined bodies in as bad, if not worse condition, during the war in the Stepstones.
"You are hurt Stormshield?" he asked.
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5