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Post by Ollie on Sept 12, 2008 19:52:07 GMT -5
The hedge knight drew his sword and sprinted low across the street, taking up a position on the opposite side of the door than Templeton. He was ready.
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Post by The Flint on Sept 12, 2008 19:55:40 GMT -5
"The honor is yours Dunnock," Templeton said, gesturing for the door.
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Post by Ollie on Sept 12, 2008 20:12:33 GMT -5
The Bloody Sparrow arched a brow at his employer, and gave a small shrug. Positioning himself in front of the entrance, the hedge knight reared back and charged, laying his shoulder into the wooden door. The thing was no solid oak castle door, and splintered on the first go. Again, he battered the door with his body, causing the rent to slit wider. Finally, with a well placed kick to the handle, the thing collapsed inwards.
"Tax collector!" Ser Dunnock shouted gleefully, and charged into the inverted sept.
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Post by The Flint on Sept 12, 2008 20:15:30 GMT -5
Templeton stormed inside, sword drawn, his other man following closely behind.
He surveyed the room cautiously looking for opposition.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 12, 2008 20:32:50 GMT -5
Three men are kneeling on the floor facing an empty stone slab. They are crouched low to the ground and moan together in deep prayer.
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Post by The Flint on Sept 12, 2008 20:37:39 GMT -5
Templeton approached slowly, "Are you prepared to meet your Dead God, heretics!"
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Post by Ollie on Sept 12, 2008 20:44:24 GMT -5
Dunnock readied his blade, yet found himself strangely disappointed. What kinda fight is this?
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Post by The Smith on Sept 12, 2008 20:44:57 GMT -5
They did not react, but continued chanting in a dull monotone.
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Post by The Flint on Sept 12, 2008 20:46:36 GMT -5
Templeton glanced at Dunnock, "Do not hesitate ser, they are not what they seem." He stepped forward and moved to run one of them through.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 12, 2008 20:48:50 GMT -5
They did not resist, and soon were cut down mid-prayer.
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Post by Ollie on Sept 12, 2008 20:50:50 GMT -5
The Bloody Sparrow hesitated, his blade hanging in the air. Fight! Others bugger you with a rusty sword, fight!
Rushing forward, the hedge knight grabbed a fistful of one of the cultists collars and hauled up from his prayers. "Move and I'll fuckin' spill your belly all over this fuckin' floor!" he roared, slamming the man up against the wall and restraining him.
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Post by The Flint on Sept 12, 2008 20:51:40 GMT -5
"Search the premise for anything you can find." Templeton said, turning over the bodies of the slain and searching for anything of value.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 12, 2008 20:55:19 GMT -5
The cultist looked Dunnock in the face, but continued to moan low, rumbling prayers. Templeton's search of the Sept turns up many of their faiths odds and ends. (books, robes etc)
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Post by The Flint on Sept 12, 2008 20:56:59 GMT -5
Templeton's man shoved the items into a sack, while the knight searched for additional rooms, possibly hidden. Candle sticks were turned, loose stones prodded.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 12, 2008 21:02:14 GMT -5
There seemed to be nothing in any of the obvious places.
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