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Post by The Stranger on Apr 27, 2008 14:27:21 GMT -5
There is panic in the Dunfort as everyone rushes to be purged of whatever vile substance is leading to these awful deaths.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2008 14:28:53 GMT -5
Aranya helps the maester administer the lobelia, feeding her children and wards first, then herself. The servants were also given the drug. Chamber pots were brought out, and soon everyone was puking.
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Post by Sam on Apr 27, 2008 14:29:37 GMT -5
Ser Grant stood at her bedside, numb, holding his wife's hand as it grew slowly colder. The world was spinning around him, and he was aware of nothing but the blood. Slowly things came back into focus and and he noticed the maester was gone. Lady Aranya was talking quietly to the man, near the door, and Ser Grant turned towards them. Aly's fingers slid from his own, and he crossed the room towards the door.
He made eye-contact with Lady Royce as he passed her, but kept walking quickly after the maester.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2008 14:33:26 GMT -5
"I am sorry," Aranya said, touching his arm. "I am going to find out who did this, I swear it. But first eat this. Harrion," she held out her hand, and the maester gave her the lobelia. She gave it to Grant to eat.
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Post by Fel on Apr 27, 2008 14:40:45 GMT -5
Felryn stalks around the Dun Fort with a murderous look, beside him are Quellon Blackscythe and Burned Urzen.
"I told that cowardly Beetle!" Felryn was telling them, "I told him four years ago we had to teach the Sealord a lesson for interfering with our affairs, or else he would never stop. And now he protects that Dornish slut while she poisons us at feasts. God rid us of Dornish and Braavosi both!" he shouted angrily.
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Post by Sam on Apr 27, 2008 14:41:09 GMT -5
Ser Grant flinched violently away from Aranya's touch, though he took what she offered in his left hand. He looked at it for a second, and then his right hand shot out, grabbing the maester's chain that was wound around his throat and beginning to twist it tighter.
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Post by Fel on Apr 27, 2008 14:43:53 GMT -5
Felryn came upon Grant strangling the maester.
He threw a punch at Grant, more because he felt like punching someone than that he wanted to save the maester.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2008 14:44:38 GMT -5
Maester Harrion was a burly man, but began to choke as he pushed Grant away.
Aranya took Ser Grant by the arms and pulled, pushing her leg between them. She was a strong woman, and firm. "I am sorry, ser," she said. "But killing my maester will not save anyone, least of all the people who may still need him."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2008 14:46:36 GMT -5
The King and Prince Rodrick were taken care of before anyone else, checked for signs of illness and fed lobelia to make them vomit.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2008 14:47:02 GMT -5
Felryn came upon Grant strangling the maester. He threw a punch at Grant, more because he felt like punching someone than that he wanted to save the maester. "That was a bit unecessary," Aranya said, staring at Harlaw. She helped Ser Grant up and sat him down, blocking him firmly.
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Post by Fel on Apr 27, 2008 14:48:25 GMT -5
Felryn shrugged, "he was holding on the man's chain, pulling him away would have only killed the maester faster."
Quellon Blackscythe and Burned Urzen move to hold Grant back.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2008 14:48:48 GMT -5
"Have you taken the pukeweed?" Aranya asked.
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Post by Fel on Apr 27, 2008 14:49:39 GMT -5
"I have," Felryn nodded.
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Post by Sam on Apr 27, 2008 14:52:34 GMT -5
Ser Grant snarled at the ironlord's blow, but shrugged it off. When Lady Royce broke his grip on the Maester's chain he almost shoved her to the ground, but froze at her words. "He... He said she was safe... that she would be alright. My wife... my child." The big man fell to his knees holding his head. He still registered the people around him and forced himself to his feet. "My... apologies Lady Royce," he said, and pushed past the maester to exit the room, dropping the lobeila on the ground as he left.
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Post by Tallahar on Apr 27, 2008 14:54:56 GMT -5
Tallahar calmly takes the mixture from a maid swallow the vile drink his body does nothing for a few seconds then he starts throwing up.
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