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Post by The Flint on Sept 4, 2008 14:49:30 GMT -5
"It tends to vary. It may just be acting as a sworn shield, or it could be more aggressive work. Our employer has a number of important business interests, and such men occasionally make enemies. We believe strongly in using the right tool for each job, so if there is work you wouldn't take, please feel free to list any caveats."
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Post by Ollie on Sept 4, 2008 18:08:55 GMT -5
Dunnock nodded. The worked seemed to be much of what he was accustomed to.
"Not sayin' that I'm 'specting otherwise, but jus' cause I'm workin' fer you don't make me not a knight. I ain't causin' harm to no women or children."
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Post by The Flint on Sept 4, 2008 19:02:14 GMT -5
"No women, no children, we wouldn't have it any other way." Templeton said, his face showing almost insult at the suggestion.
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Post by Ollie on Sept 5, 2008 13:28:52 GMT -5
"Good," Ser Dunnock said with a stiff nod, "Then I'm yer man."
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Post by The Flint on Sept 13, 2008 7:57:49 GMT -5
Ser Templeton, Ser Dunnock, and their three men return to the Belly of the Beast. Templeton leads the Bloody Sparrow into a backroom where they can review their findings. He spreads the contents of the sack over an empty table, and begins paging through the books and trinkets.
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Post by Ollie on Sept 13, 2008 15:35:45 GMT -5
The Bloody Sparrow stands in the back of the room, leaning against a wall with his arms crossed over his chest. "You coulda prepared me fer somethin' that, y'know," he murmured as Ser Templeton ransacked the bags.
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Post by The Flint on Sept 13, 2008 18:57:03 GMT -5
"In what manner were you not prepared Dunnock?" Templeton asked curiously, poking through a large book of which he could make neither heads nor tails, deciphering it would need to wait for his master to return.
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Post by Ollie on Sept 14, 2008 0:28:00 GMT -5
"I ain't accustomed to slayin' a man without a sword in his hand," he put it, simply, eyeing the books as Templeton flipped through them.
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Post by The Flint on Sept 14, 2008 8:07:00 GMT -5
Templeton sighed, "The motives of the Cult are inscrutable, but they are not afraid of death, and not should we hesitate to give it to them. Believe me when I say that they would not pause in slaying you, situation reversed."
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Post by Ollie on Sept 14, 2008 15:03:03 GMT -5
Ser Dunnock grunted. "Still don't leave a rightly good feelin' in a man's belly when 'ee slays someone in cold blood."
Crossing the room, he came to stand by the table laden with the apprehended artifacts. "You makin' 'ead or tails o'er this lot?"
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Post by The Flint on Sept 14, 2008 15:04:27 GMT -5
"More mad raving gibberish. But we'll wait for the boss to come back and I'll turn it over to him. He might understand more of it."
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Post by Ollie on Sept 14, 2008 15:08:58 GMT -5
He nodded. "An' when that 'appens, you'll know what th'next move it?"
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Post by The Flint on Sept 14, 2008 17:40:07 GMT -5
"I'm sure of it." Templeton said. He removed his coin purse, and withdrew two gold dragons.
"For your efforts today." He said, placing them on the table top.
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Post by Ollie on Sept 14, 2008 17:47:33 GMT -5
Dunnock slipped the dragons into his pocket.
"Till next time, I 'spose," the hedge knight said, then left.
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Post by The Flint on Sept 16, 2008 8:34:12 GMT -5
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Flea, Scav, Syms and Tyms take up residence in the Belly of the Beast.
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Hope you all are well and happy.