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Post by The Flint on Jan 6, 2008 23:38:18 GMT -5
Francis wiped the contents of his stomach off his mouth with his sleeve. "Just catching my second wind Kelio. I'll be ready to roll on till morning in a moment or two. Anyone have a little sip of something I can rinse my mouth out with?" The pudgy Braavosi merchant struggled to his feet, and chuckled. "Woo boy. never thought I'd see Hussia duel upclose before."
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Post by The Smith on Jan 6, 2008 23:44:20 GMT -5
Kelio walked to him still holding the poisoned blade and wrapped his arm around his shoulder. "Well maybe if you are real lucky you will see me in action again tonight." He laughs and starts back toward his manor.
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Post by The Flint on Jan 6, 2008 23:45:55 GMT -5
Francis followed him, figuring the best thing to do was maintain the status quo. He laughs too, "Well, I think you deserve a break after dueling with that piece of refuse."
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Post by The Smith on Jan 7, 2008 0:18:52 GMT -5
Kelio nodded and smiled, but his Iron gripe did not leave the otherman's shoulders. The whole walk back to his manor Kelio played with the poisoned blade letting it dangle right in front of Yaro's eyes.
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Post by The Flint on Jan 7, 2008 0:22:19 GMT -5
Pox on poison. Francis thought to himself. He despised the stuff. Unfortunately Kelio didn't know that. "So you know that guy?" "Yaro" said, slurring his words for added effect. "Seemed to be familiar with you. And none to fond either! But you showed 'em huh?"
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Post by The Smith on Jan 7, 2008 0:28:02 GMT -5
"Yes I did. All of my enemies die." Kelio laughed, then cast a sidelong look at Yaro, "Actually he did not know what I looked like at all. If you had not corrected me, he might have thought you were I. And that would have been unforunate."
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Post by The Flint on Jan 7, 2008 0:33:41 GMT -5
"Well I suppose that's true." Francis cursed himself for being confronted with the most sober drunk he'd ever met, or was like to meet again. "Its a good thing, otherwise He'd have certainly slayed me, I'm not a gifted fighter like you are."
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Post by The Smith on Jan 7, 2008 0:34:57 GMT -5
"Yes, to think how close you came to dying tonight." Kelio laughed at the thought.
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Post by The Flint on Jan 7, 2008 0:37:09 GMT -5
Francis laughed heartily all the while trying to size up the man's intentions. He did not survive the Faceless Men to be cut down by a piss drunk bravo. He looked for escape routes while the troupe passed over canals and alleys on its way to Kelio's home.
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Post by The Flint on Jan 7, 2008 0:47:29 GMT -5
Francis waited until they were approaching a side canal, and than gave Kelio a hard push, and took off at full speed.
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Post by The Smith on Jan 7, 2008 0:49:43 GMT -5
Kelio stumbled, but the tainted blade scored along the very Francis' arm; drawing just a hint of blood. His men had chased after Yaro but lost him in the darkness.
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Hope you all are well and happy.