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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2007 20:29:45 GMT -5
The party had caught Ulf Storm and his men. Aranya had wrestled the wounded man to the ground, and Aerie had her sword at his throat.
Aranya grabbed Ulf by the hair at Rhodri's words, her dagger joining Aerie's sword. "Answer. Where is your fucking leader?"
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Nov 12, 2007 20:30:00 GMT -5
Or a bandit with a small band and a remarkable ability with swords, Aerie thought complacently as she peered down at the disheveled man. "Would you like to do the honors, Aranya," she said pleasantly, cocking her head to see if the woman too was after what Aerie sought.
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Nov 12, 2007 20:30:29 GMT -5
Seth surveyed their surroundings, keeping an eye on the trees, in case any others thought to take advantage of the party's attention being misdirected.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2007 20:33:11 GMT -5
"He knows who I'm talking about." Aranya's dagger cut a thin line in Baratheon bastard's neck. Her voice was iron. "Where did your precious king, Kennos Keath, run off to with his merry men?"
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Nov 12, 2007 20:38:19 GMT -5
Aerie gave a little sinister smile. "We have some business to finish with him, you see--almost like a family reunion of sorts. Now don't be shy."
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Nov 12, 2007 20:45:42 GMT -5
Rhodri busied himself directing the soldiers and knights into defensive positions while the women questioned the Raging Storm. Ser Jonas Waxley stood by in case they failed.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2007 20:54:44 GMT -5
When it appeared that Ulf Storm was not talking, Aranya backhanded him across the face, strong and sharp. "I asked you a question." She did it again. "Tell," she slapped him, "me", and again, "where," and again, "Keath," and again, "is."
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Nov 12, 2007 20:55:52 GMT -5
Seth looked at the man silently. He did not envy him. First being captured, second being thrashed around like a ragdoll by a woman. This was not this bandit's day.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Nov 12, 2007 21:06:48 GMT -5
Ser Jonas starts to pull his tools out of his saddlebag in case the women do not get Ulf Storm to crack.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2007 21:10:18 GMT -5
Aranya's mouth set grimly, and she curled her fists in fury.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Nov 12, 2007 21:12:26 GMT -5
Aranya hears a soft voice behind her. "Let me speak with him," Ser Jonas Waxley says.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2007 21:15:59 GMT -5
Aranya stared at Jonas Waxley. She had no taste for "artful" torture weapons, though neither was she squeamish of seeing them. "Then use your art," she said.
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Post by Lord Rhodri Arryn on Nov 12, 2007 21:24:32 GMT -5
Waxley steps forward and kneels next to the restrained captive. "Please tell us what we want to know."
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Post by Teirney Lannister on Nov 12, 2007 21:31:40 GMT -5
Aerie wrinkled her nose at Waxley and backed off of the pair. Torture was definately not Aerie Blackwood's style. She observed warily, prepared to survey something else should things get messy.
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Post by sethgreyjoy on Nov 12, 2007 21:33:37 GMT -5
Seth flicked his eyes to Aerie as she backed off. He made sure during the battle to keep his eyes open for any sneak attacks on her especially, regardless of her strange attitude towards him. He was glad she was alright.
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Hope you all are well and happy.