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Post by shacklock on Nov 29, 2007 8:21:44 GMT -5
Harras considers this. Eyeing the overwhelming numbers. His followers stand ready to fight. After a long moment he speaks. “I shall submit to this “trial”… if my clergymen may go unharmed.”
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Post by Fel on Nov 29, 2007 8:29:04 GMT -5
Theon shakes his head. "Your men are accused as well, and are also to stand trial."
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Post by shacklock on Nov 29, 2007 8:34:30 GMT -5
The priest answers by hawking up and spitting out a gobbet of phlegm. “Then we fight, and greet the Drowned God sooner than hoped.” Harras drops into a fighting stance, cudgel raised. “Which of you sinners will attaint themselves first heh?”
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Post by Fel on Nov 29, 2007 8:43:47 GMT -5
Theon sighed. "You and your delusions, Harras."
"Cut their fucking cudgels to pieces and then seize them."
The men in Harlaw livery move forward, their weapons bared.
OOC: I guess this should be rolled on.
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Post by Fel on Dec 1, 2007 15:50:07 GMT -5
Harras Botley and his four surviving Drowned Men are bound and brought to Pyke. The dead priests are put into the sea, to feast with the Drowned God.
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