Road to Norvos

[Lord Howland Royce]

Hodor look at the man and down at his hip where there is a flail. "Not just sword silly little man," Hodor bobs his head and pats his mule.

[Flex]

"That is true. I am planning to make this the greatest sellsword company that ever existed." Beric studied the man for a while. By the looks of him he had been in many a fight. "If you would like to join us then you may."

[Sam]

"Aye, for fair pay and glory. I am Duncan Storm."

[Flex]

"The glory will come first. The pay can be expected when we return to Braavos."

[Sam]

"Very well." He turns his horse west and falls in behind the man in golden armor.

[mark]

The next night they made camp, before reaching Norvos, Ser Farron Flowers approached Beric Dayne. "Milord, may I have a word? It be important." He looked at Beric evenly. His eyes seemed to say, this is important. I need to do this deed before we reach Norvos.

[Flex]

Beric nods. "Of course." Beric indicated his tent and went inside, waiting for Farron to follow.

[mark]

Farron looked around nervously. He leaned in and whispered. "I am Farron, not Barris. I cannot write. If someone should walk in and see me... No. I have told my men I am going for a walk, follow me to the edge of camp. We can talk there without eavesdropping ears." He looked around paranoid, as if someone might jump out of the shadows at him. His long scar on his face stuck out like a sore thumb.

[Flex]

Beric nods and walks with Barris to the edge of the camp, indicating to his personal guard not to follow him. As they get out of earshot from everyone he looks at Barris. "What is it?"

[mark]

"I have been instructed to kill you," he said simply. "Both by the Dragon and the Stag. What do you expect me to do? I am in no easy position here."

[Flex]

"I see. I am not surprised the crown wants me dead, but the dragon? No matter, I can understand your situation." Beric flexed his hands, unsure if he would be about to use them. "Now, I do not know if you yourself want me dead, but doing the deed might be a little hard, no?"

[mark]

"Me? I don't want you dead. I like you, milord, but that is beside the point, is it not?" He smiled sadly. He held out his hand to Beric. "From one good man to another. I do not wish to say anything further, milord, just remember that I liked you, but that men cannot always follow their hearts." He sighed and walk, then run in full sprint, off through the trees, back towards camp.

When Barris begin to run, shadows seem to pop up out of nowhere, and crossbolts began to fly....

Moved to the Battle board.

[Flex]

OOC - Oh no

[Flex]

Noticing his long absencen, and Farran's disappearance, takes the rest of the guard and runs off into the direction where they went.

What they find is the corpse of the last Dayne. "NOOOOOO!" Gaharr screams, falling to the ground beside his friend, crying into the earth. Zarztahn Koh stood next to the man and put a hand on his shoulder, but Gaharr shrugged him off.

A while later the giant looks up. "Find this Farran and kill him. KILL HIM!"

[Flex]

Early next morning, when Gaharr does not arise, Zarztahn goes to wake him. He finds the old man dead, Beric's tabard clutched in his hand. There are no wounds or signs of poison, so it is assumed the man died of natural causes.