The Splendid Times of Braavos

[The Smith]

There are loud screams coming from the back priavte room. The man pointed to the door into there.

[Victarion]

Jorah's hand autimatically slipped to the dirk at his side as he cautiously slipped open the door.

[The Smith]

Jorah is stopped by two guards, who will not let him enter until he gives up all his weapons.

[Victarion]

Jorah made as if to protest, but then sighed and took the dirk from his belt and dropped it to the floor. What happened next was astounding as weapons were produced from the most obscure places. A dagger dropped from his sleeve to the ground, and Jorah bent over and pulled two knives from each boot. Taking the small hatchet at his waist he let it fall, before taking a second dirk from a shoulder sheath. Finally he held up his scabbard containing Brightroar and handed it to the guard. "Steal this, and the two Unsullied at the door will have you laying in your own blood before you get out the door."

Using both hands Jorah pushed open the door.

[The Smith]

Aellion is marching back and forth screaming at a rotting head sitting on the table in front of him. He screams obscenities and random words all mixed up, "FUck!! Shit!! Chair Fuck!! Younds!!! Dogs!!! I HATE YOU!!" He smacked the head from the table it rolled several times before coming to the feet of one of the many guards.

[Victarion]

The guard recoiled and instinctively kicked away. It rolled to a stop as Jorah put his foot on it. Grasping it by the hair he held it up to Aellion. "Your Grace? I believe you've lost your head."

[The Smith]

Several of the guards take a deep breath and wince away. Aellion's face turns more purple then his robe. He stalks over and screamed in Jorah's face, "How dear you mock me!!! ANd How dare you dain to touch Lord Head." Spinning he stalked away, "Jervis, Tollen, Ulrich, and Bathrios beat him until he can not stand." Aellion fixed the rotting head's hair as he walked.

The Four named guards moved immediatly toward Jorah.

[Sam]

ooc: Is Daemon here, or did he get killed in Arayna's assault?

[The Smith]

ooc: here.

[Sam]

Daemon smirks in the corner of the room, as four burly guards move toward the newcomer.

[Victarion]

"They say only a fool makes mockery of a dragon, and I'm no fool Your Grace. No offense was intended, I only ment to return that which is yours." He raised an eyebrow and a flashed a self-assured smile to the four men. "I only seek to bring the services of House Lannister to your cause Aellion of House Targaryen."

[The Smith]

Two men grab his arms and two other men began to punch him in the face. Aellion watches laughing and clapping, "I like my lions neutered!" He giggles.

[Victarion]

Jorah sighed and let the men continue to punch him there. Sooner or later they would figure out that the sellsword captain had a leather codpiece there. In fact, sooner or later they would realize that Jorah was covered in boiled leather.

[The Stranger]

Jorah's attitude changed slightly when the guardsman shattered his nose with a right cross. Blood sprayed against the wooden walls.

[Victarion]

Jorah felt his nose break, and winced in pain. His nose had been broken before, and in a far more painful way. Dropping to a low stance in the man's arms, he swung his foot out. And whistled for Constance and the two Unsullied.

OOC: Jorah has apprentice in Unarmed fighting