Post by The Stranger on Jun 30, 2008 21:21:44 GMT -5
The Stormlander Baldric of two-forks sat in the same damned corner of the same damned tavern he had sat at for every night of the last two and a half years of his damned life. Having deserted the Reach army during the Dornish campaign, the young weasel of a lad had offered him a choice; work for him as a whisperer or die in the Dornish desert.
At the time it seemed an easy choice but as he now sat at that damn table waiting for the damn signal from a man or woman who may never come, death seemed a better alternative to the monotony of his current life.
At the table with Baldric was his man Lyman “Stutters” and his lover Lorenza Sands. Lyman had been his only friend while in prison and the beautiful but dangerous Lorenza had been his greatest conquest in the street battle to tame Sunspear after the defeat of Lord Fowler at Hellholt. Also at the table sat a few of the “better” men that Baldric had served with during the Dornish war. Some of the men were ex-soldiers like him, the others hardened criminals of the Dornish underground, all of them now members of the Flea network. The tired scoundrels had infiltrated Braavos when it was learned that Tristeza Martell had fled to the Sea Lord’s palace and remained now in the oft chance they might be able to offer final justice to the traitors of Westeros.
As the shitty Braavos musicians played the same damn music they played every night; Baldric and his crew waited for the message that would come telling them that they could return home. At least that is what they all thought when the charming wench came up to the table with a wink and the sign of the Weasel’s Whisper network.
It was perhaps the last great achievement of the Weasel Lord, that even in his death the network he built continued to serve the realm and would provide the revenge to his own death that had eluded so many other pursuers.
Outside the tavern in an alley filled with the other lowlifes of Braavos, a cloaked man whispered that the Lord Crow, Horas Blackwood himself had been seen at the Manse of an ex-agent of his. Though the memory of Ollo Tregario was long gone, the whisperers of the Oldtown network had watched the manse in the unlikely event that someone of interest would turn up. Never in a thousand years did they expect that it would be the Lord Crow himself.
“Hurry up you ass holes we don’t know how long he will be there,” Baldric said as the group furiously grabbed their crossbows, bolts and swords from their safe house.
“D. . . d. . d. . do you. . you really th . . th … think that its th. . th ..the crow?” Stutters asked the rapid fire staccato question cutting the tension in the room.
“Fuck if I know Stutters but if we miss our chance to get Horas Blackwood, I don’t think the kid is going to be too forgiving of us.”
The group had made a vague plan on how they would carry out an assassination, but now that the real opportunity had come their plan would need to be reworked. Lord Blackwood was naturally a suspicious man so the group had to devise a plan to get close enough to attack without drawing suspicion.
Being a woman, Baldric had felt that Lorenza would carry less suspicion and was therefore given the position closest to the Crow’s Safe House. The cockle and mussel merchants that frequented the richer districts of Braavos would be her cover and the other member would be her customer.
The bridges of Braavos made a natural chokepoint and one was quickly found leaving the Manse. The plan was to hit hard with crossbows and then attack the wounded with swords from both sides of the bridge. The group decided that two men should attack from the roof tops to get an angle on the men should they have shields for protection and another two would be positioned to attack at a low angle from the river below.
“Fuck” Baldric said as the minutes turned towards hours and the first rays of sunlight were beginning to peak their head on the island nation and Baldric was beginning to think that his group had been too late and the Crow had escaped.
“Cockles, Mussels, Get your Cockles,” Lorenza Sands called from her position, her voice getting louder as she approached the bridge.
Baldric looked at Stutters and nodded, the trap was about to be sprung and it was now time to see if they would be successful.
“Hey miss how’d you like to taste my cockles”, the Baldric agent said moving up to Lorenza behind the Crow’s bodyguard.
Lorenza screamed, “you ass hole,” and the two began to argue. The distraction turned the lead bodyguard’s head for only a second but it was enough as the first volley of arrows came from the nearby roof top hitting the lead guard which caused the others to fly into disarray. Baldric calmly raised his own crossbow and took aim hitting Horas Blackwood in the side as he turned to flee back the way he came.
“Ch.. . ch . . ch . . cha. . . ch . . ch . . cha. . . “ Stutters muttered before opting for the easier “Get them!” as the two charged towards where the guards had positioned themselves to block their approach. Baldric’s vicious hit quickly felled the injured guard and as Stutters and Baldric combined the other guard fell and the two attacked at Lord Blackwood’s back, connecting once.
The crossbowmen having reloaded fired another volley into the area where the Crow’s guards clawed at Lorenza but the Dornish gang leader held her ground, her knives cutting any man that closed on her.
Shouts could be heard in the street as the alarm was sounded for the watch to come to the aid, although the narrow approaches had been blocked by a cart with a broken wheel by another agent and the response of the watch was slowed as the watch and spectators alike tried without much success to move the blocked artery.
As the confusion of Weasels closed in on the crow biting and gnashing their teeth against his guards. Baldric was able to raise his sword and plunge it into the former Hand and the brief Regent of the kingdom of Westeros. Horas the poisoner was finally dead.
As the whistles of the watch sounded, Stutters took a knife to the head of the Lord Crow and the gang moved quickly with their blue lipped prize into the tiny boat and disappeared into one of the channels of Westeros. After a few days had passed the crew rendezvoused on the Sands of Time and sailed back towards Westeros with the head of the crow, one of the two remaining great traitors of the realm.
Results:
Baldric improves to Grandmaster Sword Fighting
Baldric improves to Noteworthy Espionage.
At the time it seemed an easy choice but as he now sat at that damn table waiting for the damn signal from a man or woman who may never come, death seemed a better alternative to the monotony of his current life.
At the table with Baldric was his man Lyman “Stutters” and his lover Lorenza Sands. Lyman had been his only friend while in prison and the beautiful but dangerous Lorenza had been his greatest conquest in the street battle to tame Sunspear after the defeat of Lord Fowler at Hellholt. Also at the table sat a few of the “better” men that Baldric had served with during the Dornish war. Some of the men were ex-soldiers like him, the others hardened criminals of the Dornish underground, all of them now members of the Flea network. The tired scoundrels had infiltrated Braavos when it was learned that Tristeza Martell had fled to the Sea Lord’s palace and remained now in the oft chance they might be able to offer final justice to the traitors of Westeros.
As the shitty Braavos musicians played the same damn music they played every night; Baldric and his crew waited for the message that would come telling them that they could return home. At least that is what they all thought when the charming wench came up to the table with a wink and the sign of the Weasel’s Whisper network.
It was perhaps the last great achievement of the Weasel Lord, that even in his death the network he built continued to serve the realm and would provide the revenge to his own death that had eluded so many other pursuers.
Outside the tavern in an alley filled with the other lowlifes of Braavos, a cloaked man whispered that the Lord Crow, Horas Blackwood himself had been seen at the Manse of an ex-agent of his. Though the memory of Ollo Tregario was long gone, the whisperers of the Oldtown network had watched the manse in the unlikely event that someone of interest would turn up. Never in a thousand years did they expect that it would be the Lord Crow himself.
“Hurry up you ass holes we don’t know how long he will be there,” Baldric said as the group furiously grabbed their crossbows, bolts and swords from their safe house.
“D. . . d. . d. . do you. . you really th . . th … think that its th. . th ..the crow?” Stutters asked the rapid fire staccato question cutting the tension in the room.
“Fuck if I know Stutters but if we miss our chance to get Horas Blackwood, I don’t think the kid is going to be too forgiving of us.”
The group had made a vague plan on how they would carry out an assassination, but now that the real opportunity had come their plan would need to be reworked. Lord Blackwood was naturally a suspicious man so the group had to devise a plan to get close enough to attack without drawing suspicion.
Being a woman, Baldric had felt that Lorenza would carry less suspicion and was therefore given the position closest to the Crow’s Safe House. The cockle and mussel merchants that frequented the richer districts of Braavos would be her cover and the other member would be her customer.
The bridges of Braavos made a natural chokepoint and one was quickly found leaving the Manse. The plan was to hit hard with crossbows and then attack the wounded with swords from both sides of the bridge. The group decided that two men should attack from the roof tops to get an angle on the men should they have shields for protection and another two would be positioned to attack at a low angle from the river below.
“Fuck” Baldric said as the minutes turned towards hours and the first rays of sunlight were beginning to peak their head on the island nation and Baldric was beginning to think that his group had been too late and the Crow had escaped.
“Cockles, Mussels, Get your Cockles,” Lorenza Sands called from her position, her voice getting louder as she approached the bridge.
Baldric looked at Stutters and nodded, the trap was about to be sprung and it was now time to see if they would be successful.
“Hey miss how’d you like to taste my cockles”, the Baldric agent said moving up to Lorenza behind the Crow’s bodyguard.
Lorenza screamed, “you ass hole,” and the two began to argue. The distraction turned the lead bodyguard’s head for only a second but it was enough as the first volley of arrows came from the nearby roof top hitting the lead guard which caused the others to fly into disarray. Baldric calmly raised his own crossbow and took aim hitting Horas Blackwood in the side as he turned to flee back the way he came.
“Ch.. . ch . . ch . . cha. . . ch . . ch . . cha. . . “ Stutters muttered before opting for the easier “Get them!” as the two charged towards where the guards had positioned themselves to block their approach. Baldric’s vicious hit quickly felled the injured guard and as Stutters and Baldric combined the other guard fell and the two attacked at Lord Blackwood’s back, connecting once.
The crossbowmen having reloaded fired another volley into the area where the Crow’s guards clawed at Lorenza but the Dornish gang leader held her ground, her knives cutting any man that closed on her.
Shouts could be heard in the street as the alarm was sounded for the watch to come to the aid, although the narrow approaches had been blocked by a cart with a broken wheel by another agent and the response of the watch was slowed as the watch and spectators alike tried without much success to move the blocked artery.
As the confusion of Weasels closed in on the crow biting and gnashing their teeth against his guards. Baldric was able to raise his sword and plunge it into the former Hand and the brief Regent of the kingdom of Westeros. Horas the poisoner was finally dead.
As the whistles of the watch sounded, Stutters took a knife to the head of the Lord Crow and the gang moved quickly with their blue lipped prize into the tiny boat and disappeared into one of the channels of Westeros. After a few days had passed the crew rendezvoused on the Sands of Time and sailed back towards Westeros with the head of the crow, one of the two remaining great traitors of the realm.
Results:
Baldric improves to Grandmaster Sword Fighting
Baldric improves to Noteworthy Espionage.