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Post by wookie on Jul 17, 2008 4:12:58 GMT -5
Danwell blinked and cursed softly under his breath "Fuck me! Did anyone see who did that? Do these bastards have magicians as well? Max, see if you can find us a way out of this trap before we get chargrilled"
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Jul 17, 2008 5:44:53 GMT -5
Brandon licked his lips and rubbed his hand together, "I can do this," he thought. It must have been hotter flames at Hellholt. He breathed slowly bringing him to a meditative state and focused on redirecting the flames towards the foreigners and away from his group.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jul 17, 2008 6:45:45 GMT -5
Ser Verden looked terrified.
"We're going to be burnt to a crisp!" he whispered harshly.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Jul 17, 2008 10:38:18 GMT -5
Brandon curses as he realise that the fire is too large to control, "Are there any other way out of this damned city except the gates?" he said slightly panicked.
Patrek grimaced and turned his head back slightly to look at the burning inn, "Can you manage to make some sounds coming from the inn, dying screams and the like?" he whispered to Brandon.
Brandon blinked, "Haven't tried that before.. I'll try. You better run farther down incase this doesn't work, they might hear the noise from this location instead". He waited a few seconds so that the others could move farther away. He focused on his magic to make the sound appear in the inn, then let out a dying scream.
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Post by wookie on Jul 17, 2008 11:15:49 GMT -5
Danwell shook his head "The route to the gates is blocked by more of those cocksuckers - I think we're done for lads, it's been nice..." he paused and frowned
"Can anyone else hear horns coming from outside the city?" he half stood in reflex to try and make out what was occurring at the gates and blinked. The invaders were nowhere to be seen "What in the name of the seven hells is going on...?"
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Post by Rumor on Jul 17, 2008 11:20:58 GMT -5
"Well whatever the fuck it is, we best make use of it and get the fuck out of here while we can! Begging your pardons, commander," Gawyn finished, a little sheepishly.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Jul 17, 2008 11:24:12 GMT -5
"If there are any armies outside of the walls we should just stay somewhere safe in the city, and well remove the armour we got from the foreigners. Would not want to be confused for the invaders," Patrek said.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jul 17, 2008 11:25:49 GMT -5
"Reinforcements! It must be! The forces of the crown have come to save us!" Verden cried.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Jul 17, 2008 11:27:58 GMT -5
"Yes, image that our small group is more worth than the city and its population," Brandon said sarcastically.
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 17, 2008 11:36:38 GMT -5
The sounds of shouting and fighting can be heard, the clanging of weapons and arms, men shouting, finally, in a language they recognize.
The city falls quickly to the enemy, and soon The Crowned Stag can be seen from the little bands tiny window.
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Post by Lord Howland Royce on Jul 17, 2008 11:46:39 GMT -5
"Well, we did learn about...," Brandon began then paused and held up one of the invader's helmet "I might just keep this as a souvenir".
"What now Dan? Off to meet the generals?" Patrek asked.
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Post by Quenton Baratheon on Jul 17, 2008 11:51:57 GMT -5
Verden looks overjoyed as the Westerosi force sweeps across the city. He waits to be given leave to go out to the other men like an overenthusiastic dog before a walk, with little glances between the men outside and Ser Danwell, his commander.
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Post by wookie on Jul 17, 2008 12:45:59 GMT -5
Danwell scratched his chin and grumbled "We learned they're tricky bastards who pop out of nowhere and like starting fires. More importantly we learned that 13 vs 300 makes for poor odds. Let's see which noble's arse I have to kiss for getting us out of a jam" he said as he made his way slowly to the crown forces, hands spread wide to show his peaceful intent
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Post by The Stranger on Jul 17, 2008 13:04:19 GMT -5
The men were found by some soldiers wearing the grey livery of the Hightower. Soon they are brought before a collection of Lords.
Lord Robb Tarly, Lord Rodney Blackbar, Lord William Tyrell and Ser Cleon Tyrell were present, discussing methods for securing the perimeter of the city.
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Post by wookie on Jul 17, 2008 15:30:29 GMT -5
Danwell recognised William and Robb, though he doubted they knew him. He stepped forward and threw a half-hearted salute. He knew how he must appear; ragged, dishevelled and dirty from weeks on the road and time spent in this furnace of a town.
His men were strung out behind him looking equally as dirty and villanous...well, apart from Ser Verden whom appeared to have somehow managed to clean himself up and was beaming a large smile to all around.
"Sers. I am Danwell Farring, Commander of the King's Men. Who do I have the pleasure of addressing" he paused. "Oh and the enemy went north and east from here, from what little we've managed to find out. Don't expect much help from the locals. They're starved, terrified and would as soon stick a blade in you as talk to you" he stopped speaking and regarded the others wearily
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Hope you all are well and happy.