Post by Erik on Jan 23, 2008 13:05:16 GMT -5
Erik shrugs and mutters, "Well, fine." Before ducking under the novice's clumsy blow and delivering a solid punch to his gut. A few more blows have the novice lying on his back on the floor. Erik kneels down next to him, wraps a hand around his neck, and calmly says, "You've got balls, granted. Might be useful up North, like I said." He turns and calls to his troops in the sept, "Take the novices and chain them up. Then tear this fucking place apart. Find any septas, they're yours."
A few hours later, the sept is empty, save for smashed pews and the old septon's body hanging by his feet where a chandelier had been.
A few hours later, the sept is empty, save for smashed pews and the old septon's body hanging by his feet where a chandelier had been.
Hope you all are well and happy.