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Post by The Smith on Sept 19, 2007 23:30:59 GMT -5
The clans men move forward pulling clubs from thier slings, and lifting large rocks.
Goldface stands behind them and spins his spear about himself.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Sept 19, 2007 23:32:18 GMT -5
Rhodri spurs Javelin, his horse, and cuts through the nearest man while galloping past, making for the center. Selwyn watches Aranya closely, and rides down any man who moves to block her path.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2007 23:32:20 GMT -5
Aranya eyed Goldface and his spear coldly. She would not go down so easily this time.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 19, 2007 23:33:10 GMT -5
The three shaman and the warlock stand from their places next to the pool of molten earth. The cowled eyeless man turns his head and seems to follow the progress of Yohn Arryn.
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Sept 19, 2007 23:34:13 GMT -5
Fryse hurls a dagger at the nearest clansman, and quickly pulls his axe from his belt.
Marq and Geral remove their bows, prepping arrows to be fired. Gasher is ready with his cut and crooked polearm. Tunak watches awkwardly.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 19, 2007 23:34:29 GMT -5
Goldface looks at Aranya, "Have we danced before bitch, you look familar to me. I can not wait to consumate this relationship."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2007 23:35:13 GMT -5
"Come and see, turncloak. You'll find my cock is longer than yours."
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Sept 19, 2007 23:35:20 GMT -5
Yohn Weirwood walks forward slowly, but without flinching. He ignores the fighting, progressing towards the men circling the molten lava. Beaumarin, looking a little skittish but sword in hand, walks beside the boy, ready to guard him.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 19, 2007 23:35:54 GMT -5
The clansmen takes the dagger in the shoulder, and drops the heavy rock he was holding to the ground. He keeps moving forward at a mechanical pace.
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Sept 19, 2007 23:36:09 GMT -5
As Marq and Geral fire into the mass, Fryse weilds his axe in an arc, slicing into the clanman whom he hit with the dagger. Gasher springs in behind and cleaves at the same man's legs with his cruel weapon.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 19, 2007 23:37:08 GMT -5
Goldface launches at Aranya with a dangerous lunge.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Sept 19, 2007 23:37:25 GMT -5
Selwyn canters near Aranya, blade at the ready.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2007 23:37:37 GMT -5
OOC: Oh crap, I didn't see that.
The courser bore Aranya towards the molten lava, her sword cutting down wildlings and the courser savaging any who stood in her way. When Goldface came at her, Aranya's eyes gleamed, and her sword thrust at his eyehole.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 19, 2007 23:38:23 GMT -5
The clansmen take the blows but do not immediately fall down, they seem to be shrugging off lethal blows. Eventual one and two of them fall to the ground.
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Post by Horas on Sept 19, 2007 23:39:42 GMT -5
Horas Blackwood spurs his horse lightly, walking it around the edge of the fighting. He seems to be making for the inner circle of black rocks.
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Hope you all are well and happy.