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Post by Erik on Jan 21, 2008 12:04:44 GMT -5
Note: If any of the Dornish players would like to change this description, let me know, seeing as it's your sept and all.
A seven-sided, seven-floored tower in Sunspear where the Dornish do their praying.
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Post by Erik on Jan 21, 2008 12:06:46 GMT -5
Erik Coldiron, along with about a hundred Ironmen and Northerners, plus several Drowned Men, arrive at the sept. They carry ten large barrels with them. Erik bangs on the large doors and waits for a response.
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Post by Victarion on Jan 21, 2008 12:35:29 GMT -5
OOC: I guess I'll play this.
IC: A sleepy novice on the other side of the door came to a start. "The door's open." he shouted in an annoyed tone.
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Post by Erik on Jan 21, 2008 12:55:21 GMT -5
Erik shrugs and opens the doors, stepping inside with his guards close behind.
"Now who could I speak to about getting rid of this den of heresy?" He shouts into the sept, letting it echo.
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Post by Victarion on Jan 21, 2008 13:07:48 GMT -5
"That would be me." Said a stern voice. A tall, young man dressed in a septon's robes came out. When he reached Erik he held out his hand in greeting. "Septon Aeron, septon of this ah," he said the next part with a smile, "heretical den."
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Post by Erik on Jan 21, 2008 13:42:04 GMT -5
Erik grins and shakes the septon's hand.
"A pleasure, Aeron. The name is Erik Coldiron, lord of Bear Island. This," he gestures to a bald Drowned Man behind him, "is Irrin Codd, Drowned Bishop of Bear Island, and religious counsel to the current government of Sunspear. He is rather of the opinion that you and your sept should not be permitted to continue existing."
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Post by Victarion on Jan 22, 2008 12:12:02 GMT -5
Septon Aeron sighed, and then shrugged. "Is there someway I can convince you otherwise?"
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Post by Erik on Jan 22, 2008 12:23:46 GMT -5
"I'm so glad you asked. I'm afraid that the men behind me are still rather hungry for plunder, so the sept will undoubtedly be looted. But, you and your acolytes will be spared, should you agree to denounce your Seven and name the Drowned God as your true lord and master. Refuse," Erik gives a signal to the men behind him, and they open the barrels that have been carried into the sept. The smell of seawater wafts out of them. "and you will be given the opportunity to meet Him personally."
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Post by Victarion on Jan 22, 2008 12:29:21 GMT -5
Some of the novices shyed away for a moment, but then the septon did something strange. He started to methodically remove his clothes, first the robe, and then the undershirt. The only thing he had left on was his breeches. Folding them up he placed them on the floor, "No point in getting good clothes wet."
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Post by Erik on Jan 22, 2008 12:45:18 GMT -5
Erik's eyes go wide for a moment, but he smirks and says with a short bow, "I admire your bravery, septon. You'll make a fine oarsman in the next life, I think."
The Drowned Man behind Erik, Irrin Codd, then steps forward and leads Aeron over to one of the barrels. He whispers, "Looking for a martyr's glory, heathen? You'll get none." Before pushing the septon's head down under the water.
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Post by Victarion on Jan 22, 2008 12:54:59 GMT -5
A few of the younger novices, some as young as five began to cry. The older ones put their hands on their shoulders, trying to comfort them. One even bent down and started saying to the boy. "Come on Will, just go with them, I'm sure the Seven will forgive you for that."
The crying boy looked up and shook his head. "I'm staying with you Tom." The two boys looked similar, almost like brothers.
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Post by Erik on Jan 22, 2008 13:00:52 GMT -5
"Tom, is it? I don't much care for killing children, boy, but I will if need be. Get them to take an oath to the Drowned God, just a few words, and you'll all live. Simple." Erik says to the frightened novices as the septon's last few breaths bubble out behind him.
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Post by Victarion on Jan 22, 2008 13:57:56 GMT -5
"Go on brother, say it." The novice urged, "Just save yourself Will." The young boy shook his head violently and clung to his brother's leg.
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Post by Erik on Jan 22, 2008 16:00:35 GMT -5
Erik looks ready to grab the boys himself, but he takes a breath, and beckons to Codd. The two whisper back and forth, before Erik turns to the novices.
"I've decided to show leniency. You lot will come back to Bear Island and serve as thralls. Now kindly show me where he," He points over his shoulder to Septon Aeron's body, "kept the best valuables. Relics, statuary, the like."
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Post by Victarion on Jan 22, 2008 22:25:58 GMT -5
The novice protecting his brother stood, his eyes growin hard. "The Seven damn you," he yelled, madly running at Erik with only a linen robe to protect his body and a quarterstaff to fight with.
OOC: No, this doesn't need to be rolled. It would be rather funny if the novice managed to kill Erik though...
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Hope you all are well and happy.