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Post by Tytos on Sept 5, 2008 0:22:30 GMT -5
Pieter was getting more agitated by the moment, how the hell was he supposed to know who to believe?
"Just because you have been in this room since arrival does not mean you don't have agents that you had do your bidding." Pieter turned to the guards. "Where are the men Meraxes arrived with? And find out if anybody saw any more men affiliating with Meraxes upon his arrival." Pieter stated, trying to find a bearing on the situation.
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Post by Ollie on Sept 5, 2008 0:23:44 GMT -5
"There's just the two of 'em. Next door to this room, on both sides," a guard confirmed.
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Sept 5, 2008 0:32:05 GMT -5
Meraxes rests his head against the wall, watching them figure out the who the culprit. The hunchback already has a fair guess, but knows that by suggesting it, he would place his own neck in jeopardy.
So he waits until he is asked...
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Post by Ollie on Sept 5, 2008 3:39:29 GMT -5
During their interrogation, the crannogmen began to shackle Meraxes Frey. His wrists were bound in large iron cuffs connected with a length of chain, which was slung over a torch sconce, forcing the Frey's arms in the air. His feet were shackled as well, thought in a way that still allowed him to stand comfortably, severely limiting his movement in any case.
Olander Reed entered the quarters shortly thereafter. "Was it part of your plan to end up captured, Frey? Did you simply think we would overlook your involvement because you were otherwise indisposed here? Or is it that you are so afflicted with insanity that you don't care either way?" he asked, with a combined morbid curiosity and disgust.
Olander gave the faintest shrug of his shoulder. "It is no matter. You will tell me who your accomplices are, or I will make you. Do you understand?" the crannogman continued, making the obsidian dagger in his hand hard to not notice.
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Sept 5, 2008 5:48:34 GMT -5
"You know..." spoke the hunchback through gritted teeth, "the fear of torture... is more effective... than torture itself... since I know you're going to do it anyway... and I have nothing to give up... I have nothing to fear... so I will die an honest man... or survive without being broken... either way..." Meraxes smiled like a wolf who knows the pack will live on without him... He chuckled through the intense pain of having his arms lifted, which combined with with his twisted back, will be a more lasting and suffocating pain than any other wound Reed can think of. Meraxes was almost thankful, since Ollie will probably distract him from the real instead of provoking it. "I win, Reed... Give it your best shot.... you might even make me prettier..."
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Post by Ollie on Sept 5, 2008 13:41:53 GMT -5
"You're so brave," Olander murmured, patting the riverlander's cheek a bit more roughly than necessary with his free hand. "Guards, Lord Pieter, if you will excuse us."
The spearmen were quick to obey, leaving the room and escorting the riverlord out whether he willed it or no. After door shut behind them with a wicked clang did Olander slip the dagger inside its sheath. One by one he moved across the room, blowing out the lanterns and gutting out the torches. The final candle made a fickle dance as the crannogman picked it up. The melted wax dribbled to the floor, and with a puff of breath, they were plunged into the darkness. There was no window, no illumination whatsoever; even the door to the room failed to let any stray beam of light creep through the darkness. It was pitch black, itwas absolute, and it was suffocating.
There was a brief rustling in the corner of the room where the cranogman stood. If Meraxes Frey anticipated his pain then, if he awaited for the dragonglass blade to carve his flesh, it never came. Not yet. He was left there in the darkness, with his anticipation, and the sound of breathing.
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Post by Tytos on Sept 5, 2008 15:48:02 GMT -5
Pieter turned a bright shade of red as the guards shoved him out of the room. "Let go of me!" Pieter said bitterly. "Lord Olander! You take your damned hands off of him! He is my subject, and I will not have you interrogating him!" Pieter yelled angrily.
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Post by Ollie on Sept 5, 2008 17:04:27 GMT -5
The guards blatantly refused to let Lord Tully into the now padlocked room, though they otherwise left him be. Only the faintest muffle of the riverlords cries could be heard through the door.
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Post by Tytos on Sept 5, 2008 18:41:33 GMT -5
"Damn him." Pieter cursed bitterly, taking a few steps away from the doorway.
After some pacing and deep thought, Pieter sighs and makes his way back down to the Great Hall, and dispatches one of the men he brought with him to send message back to Riverrun that there was a mass-poisoning at the feast, but he wasn't one of them.
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Sept 6, 2008 0:11:19 GMT -5
Merazes is whistling 'The Rains of Castamere' for whatever reason.
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Post by Ollie on Sept 6, 2008 1:16:57 GMT -5
The whistles echo eerily, but it is otherwise silent.
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Sept 6, 2008 1:40:04 GMT -5
Suddenly starts screaming, "NOOO, NOT THE HUMP! NOT THE HU-AAAIIIEEE... you bastard... you frogfaced bastard... how could yo-AAAAFOR THE LOVE OF CUNNNY, don't do that... please... I confess... I did it... I murdered whatever his name is... please... just don't put in again..." coughs before continuing, "I was sent by my family... they must have thought since I was ugly, you'd torture me to death before I could point the finger... well, I won't be their Ned Stark!"
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Post by Ollie on Sept 6, 2008 1:48:41 GMT -5
There is another quiet rustle, the faint shifting of stone on stone. Suddenly a torch sparks ablaze, it's light blinding after growing accustomed to the darkness. Olander Reed fits the torch in a sconce and faces the Frey, lips curled in a smile.
"You are a strange creature, Meraxes Frey. A stranger murderer, but that is beside the point," the crannogman said, striding across the room to the bound riverlander with his dagger in hand. "Quiet now," he requested, clamping a rag over Meraxes mouth before sliding the obsidian blade into his hunchback trice in quick succession.
"There now. All finished." Olander wiped the bloody knife on the shirtfront of Meraxes, and removed the rag from his mouth. "And whatever his name is was Roose Stark."
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Post by Lord Gaspard Yronwood on Sept 6, 2008 1:57:43 GMT -5
Spitting out blood, "Owww!!!! Couldn't you have used a smaller knife...?!" His arms flail as he tries to rub the wound, which isn't really something he can usually do even without the chains.
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Post by Ollie on Sept 6, 2008 2:00:40 GMT -5
"No," he stated plainly, ignoring the crimson seeping across the Frey's back. "I am glad to see you cooperating however. Who in your family sent you?"
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Hope you all are well and happy.