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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2007 0:15:16 GMT -5
"Fuck the Vale," Aranya moved him behind several large mountain boulders. She kissed him, and then covered him with rags. She drew her sword from its sheath once more, and charged back with fury in her eyes.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 20, 2007 0:15:19 GMT -5
The warlock sweats heavily, "Not until I know I am safe from all harm."
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Sept 20, 2007 0:16:07 GMT -5
Selwyn looks left and right. "I crossed the rocks, didn't I? The boy said..." He chuckles to himself. "If I hadn't been a fool, I'd never have had you, Aranya."
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Post by The Smith on Sept 20, 2007 0:17:56 GMT -5
The Warlock edges away towards Horas trying to keep the baby between himself and Rhodri, and the now charging Aranya.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2007 0:18:12 GMT -5
Aranya's sword cleaved through the remaining wildlings, splitting them apart. She killed savagely, as if a fiend had possessed her. When she turned on the warlock, her armor was splattered in gore and blood, and her eyes burned with a hellish fire.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 20, 2007 0:18:32 GMT -5
He sees Fryse and moves again turning his back to Horas, holding the baby infront of him.
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Post by Horas on Sept 20, 2007 0:18:47 GMT -5
"Lord Rhodri," Horas says quietly, "Stand back, if you please. I need to speak with my brother."
"You will not be killed if you surrender," Horas says to the warlock, "But if that baby is harmed in the process, that will not hold true."
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Sept 20, 2007 0:19:05 GMT -5
Yohn continues to start down the eyeless man.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Sept 20, 2007 0:19:49 GMT -5
Rhodri takes three sideways steps back, but keeps his sword up. Out of the corner of his eye he is watching his fallen sibling.
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Sept 20, 2007 0:19:56 GMT -5
Fryse turned to Aranya, his axe out, he went toward her.
"Calm yerself. You have the battle madness. Don' do somethin' you'll regret. Asides! Ole Blue Lips and that wizard seem to be havin' a contest o' the wills. WOuldn't git between em."
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Post by The Smith on Sept 20, 2007 0:20:07 GMT -5
The Warlock desperate, offers the baby to Horas, smiling weakly, "Your bond, my friend."
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Sept 20, 2007 0:20:49 GMT -5
He turned back to the Warlock. "Wan' me to ask nicely?"
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Post by Horas on Sept 20, 2007 0:21:35 GMT -5
Horas takes the baby, and sets it down on the ground gently. Then he turns and stabs his dagger deep into the warlock's throat, his eyes cold.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2007 0:21:49 GMT -5
Aranya shoved Fryse aside and strode up swiftly, barely hearing the words the Crow and the warlock exchanged, barely seeing the baby. Her eyes blazed at the warlock.
As she came up, the Crow killed him.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Sept 20, 2007 0:22:27 GMT -5
Rhodri watches dispassionately. He does not mourn the warlock, but he has a mounting fear that he will have to mourn the man born Selwyn Stone.
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Hope you all are well and happy.