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Post by Lord Donal Stormshield on Oct 6, 2013 21:40:57 GMT -5
Donal struggles against the man desperate to make sure the man's decision to end his life does not come to fruition, he takes his good arm and continues to keep the guy away from him by any means necessary.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 6, 2013 21:46:38 GMT -5
Yohn smashes his weapon along side the assassin struggling against Helga. He passes out, but he is bleeding from where Helga plunged his own knife into his side.
Donal's head rings as the other man head butts him. The knife slides free from his shoulder, and the two roll onto their sides. Donal manages to use his body to pin the man's arm to the deck.
The assassin leans forward and bites Donal's neck. He tears away a chunk of flesh. Then a sword blade passes through his left ear. The man spasms and dies.
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Post by Lord Donal Stormshield on Oct 6, 2013 21:54:45 GMT -5
Donal lays there not feeling anything from his one arm and bleeding profusely from the neck. He tears a bit of his shirt off and wraps it around his shoulder to try and stop the bleeding as well as tearing off more and holding it up to his neck in an effort to stop his bleeding neck. He attempts at sitting up and looks around with his head hanging low.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 6, 2013 22:00:23 GMT -5
His neck wound is shallow. It does not take much to patch that up. The shoulder wound was soon stuffed with sheets shredded from the bunks.
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Post by Lord Donal Stormshield on Oct 6, 2013 22:06:58 GMT -5
Donal looks towards Captain Helga, "I thank you for the assistance in closing this matter." He says his voice shallow and weak from the pain. He then looks at Yohn and the other man present. "I thank you and yours as well Uncle, I owe your man here my life."
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Post by The Smith on Oct 6, 2013 22:10:29 GMT -5
Helga stood, "No man may attack me on my boat."
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Post by Lord Donal Stormshield on Oct 6, 2013 22:27:52 GMT -5
Donal shook his head, "I am sorry for causing them to attack. If you feel the need to be reimbursed for your troubles, I will see to it that you get what you need if it is within my power." Donal says standing up slowly and leaning down carefully to picking up the abandoned swords forgotten in the struggle.
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Post by The Smith on Oct 6, 2013 22:32:26 GMT -5
Helga stepped forward, and studied his wound, "You are a strong man. Most would have shat themselves." She looked up to study his face, "You have paid enough coin."
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Post by Lord Donal Stormshield on Oct 6, 2013 22:41:31 GMT -5
Donal stands up to the tallest he can muster with the pain coursing through his body, "Men of the Stormlands do not shy away from injury, least of all those with Baratheon blood in their veins. If you are ever in need of something feel free to seek me out on Breakwater Island." He says nodding his head slightly as a bow before departing with Yohn and Nicomo to try and find the nearest Maester to see to Donal's wounds.
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Post by Lord Yohn Baratheon on Oct 7, 2013 12:59:43 GMT -5
Yohn nods, and with the corner of his eyes he spotted Nicomo walking forward, he tried to hold him but was to late... The tyroshi started talking.
"You see... Lord Donal... There were two sword in the chest..." The mercenary said chewing his lower lip. "Unless you are an adept of the antiqued art of dual wielding... Well... Yes ain't using em both." He grinned.
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Post by Lord Donal Stormshield on Oct 7, 2013 13:06:25 GMT -5
Donal looks at the man and continues walking. "I will think on it, Do these swords mean anything to your people?"
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Post by Lord Yohn Baratheon on Oct 7, 2013 13:18:33 GMT -5
"Nah... The are just pretty astounding." The tyroshi smilled. "Have you seem the handles? How finely carved they are?"
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Post by Lord Donal Stormshield on Oct 7, 2013 14:19:34 GMT -5
Donal thinks on that for a moment, "I need them for the moment, but after they are no longer needed you can have one of them, I am sure we might start up a collection of these swords."
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Post by Lord Yohn Baratheon on Oct 7, 2013 14:48:39 GMT -5
Nicomo raised his arms in celebration, his white teeth shinning below his green mustache.
"Let's not delay this any longer..." Said Yohn grimly, smacking his sergeant hard on the back of the head. "You need to see a Maester."
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Hope you all are well and happy.