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Post by Horas on Sept 20, 2007 0:59:28 GMT -5
Horas stands and walks towards Rhodri. He holds out the baby, gently, offering it. "You are a good parent, Rhodri Arryn," he says.
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Sept 20, 2007 1:01:29 GMT -5
Fryse eyed the exchange.
"Aye, if he don' wan' the child. I'll take it." He lowered his head.
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Post by Horas on Sept 20, 2007 1:01:49 GMT -5
Horas' tone becomes businesslike once again. "Master Fryse, you may take as much plunder as you see fit, but leave the warlock for me."
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Sept 20, 2007 1:03:30 GMT -5
"I want the child." He said, firmly.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Sept 20, 2007 1:05:24 GMT -5
Rhodri takes the babe in his arms, and, almost laughing, says "If I'm such a good father, why is today the first day I've seen my son in four years?"
He looks over to Yohn, still holding the bloody hatchet he used to decapitate the eyeless man.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Sept 20, 2007 1:07:22 GMT -5
"I will provide a home for this child," the Hand says. "She will be safe."
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Post by The Smith on Sept 20, 2007 1:08:56 GMT -5
The baby girl cries in the cold air.
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Sept 20, 2007 1:09:51 GMT -5
"Safer than with me, you mean." Fryse glared. "That's my spoil Lord Blackwood. I want the kid. Raise it and care fer it." He even tossed the golden mask on the ground.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Sept 20, 2007 1:10:02 GMT -5
Rhodri wraps the girl in another layer, and cradles her head carefully. "Come Yohn, we must depart."
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Sept 20, 2007 1:10:47 GMT -5
"Children are NOT the spoils of war, man. My word is law in Westeros. You best obey it."
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Post by Horas on Sept 20, 2007 1:11:33 GMT -5
Horas blinks at Fryse, but says nothing.
"You've managed," Horas says, "They are alive. I am terrified of what will happen if I ever have children."
Horas unhooks the flask he always keeps on his belt and takes a drink. He hands it to Rhodri afterwards.
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Sept 20, 2007 1:11:46 GMT -5
Fryse stabbed his axe into the ground. "Not even eh chance. Even after all this, a fuckin' albino is always gun teh be a fuckin' albino."
He walks off towards the circle of stones.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Sept 20, 2007 1:17:26 GMT -5
Rhodri takes a sip from the flask. "I'll need more than you have in this flask to help me sleep tonight. Some demons have awoken here."
With that, Rhodri slowly climbs aboard Selwyn's horse -- as Javelin is dead -- and begins the descent.
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Sept 20, 2007 1:21:38 GMT -5
Fryse stands at the sheer edge of the mountaintop, brooding. He throws his remaining daggers down into the void below. "Fuckin' people. Gods damn them all."
"Fryse, ser?" It was Marq.
"What?" Fryse demanded acidicly.
"We are ready, the horses are saddled, and we found a cove to bury Gasher and Tunak."
Fryse blinks back something from his eyes. "Aye, les' go."
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Sept 20, 2007 1:34:34 GMT -5
Beaumarin investigates the dead, to see if there is anything left that is important.
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