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Post by The Stranger on Dec 8, 2009 13:42:14 GMT -5
The man shakes his head stubbornly, "No. You are on our lands, we have right to defend. You pay blood price, or you die here,"
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Post by Fel on Dec 8, 2009 13:45:19 GMT -5
"Fine, fine," he said with frustration, "a blood price, but you better not make it too bloody high, attacking five men with several hundred..." He blew his lips and shook his head to indicate what he thought of that outrage.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 8, 2009 13:47:50 GMT -5
The man pauses as if thinking of something for a moment, and than punches Robert in the face again, as if just for good measure. He turns on his heels, and departs the root cellar.
The barrel is rolled back in front of the door.
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Post by Fel on Dec 8, 2009 13:49:42 GMT -5
"Bastard," Robert curses, thankful that at least this time the clansman had missed his nose, as his cheek started to swell.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 8, 2009 17:09:41 GMT -5
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The door to Robert's "Cell" opens, and six Clannish enter, and soon begin beating and kicking him as hard as they can. This lasts for perhaps twenty minutes, during which time Robert feels his left arm snap above the elbow, and his other eye is now swollen shut to match the first one.
Eventually the beating stops, there is some yelling in the language of what Robert thinks is the first men, and than he hears the familiar voice, although he can not see through the blood and squinting.
"You play us false! Many horseman follow your message to our camp to attack us!" Gold Mask howls.
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Post by Fel on Dec 8, 2009 17:12:37 GMT -5
Robert groans after the beating, pain coursing through his body.
"They attacked you...?" Robert mumbled, lying on the ground and not able to make too much sense of anything.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 8, 2009 20:22:09 GMT -5
"Yes, they following you messenger, try to sneak up on us." The man says, sounding very angry about the whole thing, and giving Robert a good kick to the ribs just to bring him up to speed a little quicker.
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Post by Fel on Dec 9, 2009 3:52:23 GMT -5
"Ok, ok, ok," Robert grunted after the kick, as he tried to push himself up into a sitting position but failed and slumped back down on the ground.
"Clearly... there's been... some kind of a mistake..." he mumbled through fat, bleeding lips and held up a hand to ward off further violence. "If you would... would let me speak to my brothers... I'm sure this could all be sorted out... You can get your blood price.... and together we can kill... kill the Red Hand... that's what you want... right...?"
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 9, 2009 9:15:29 GMT -5
If the Gold Mask heard the bit about the Red Hand he simply ignores it. Instead, he gives Robert another swift kick and then leaves...
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After several hours he returns, and through his swollen eye, Robert can make out that he has someone with him. He speaks roughily in his own language, and than Robert is covered in a horse blanket. and a pail of water is placed next to him.
"Andal Men go away. Promise us twelve hundred armor and arms. You fetch good price..." The Gold Mask seemed to be happy about that, although it was impossible to tell beneath the Mask.
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Post by Fel on Dec 9, 2009 9:28:13 GMT -5
Robert wakes up groggily, having passed out from the pain.
"Yes, I'm very valuable..." he mumbles, "people like me..."
"I'm glad we could come to an agreement... though I'll be disappointed to be leaving your hospitality..." he says, wincing painfully as he pushes himself up into a sitting position against a sack of grain. He was about ask for some water when he made out the pail through his swollen eyes. Sliding himself over, he began to cup water into his mouth with his right hand, he left arm being near useless after being broken in the beating.
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 9, 2009 9:34:23 GMT -5
"This Andra, She look for you," The Gold Mask says, before stepping aside.
Robert sees the other person approach, a smaller, young woman, who'd have been quite attractive except for a smashed in nose, approaches.
"This healing bad, Need reset." She said, and without warning yanks on his arm in a way that sends shockwaves through Roberts body.
"Better." She adds, before taking a piece of cloth and putting it around Robert's neck to hold is arm in position.
"Where else hurt?" she asks, blinking inquisitively.
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Post by Fel on Dec 9, 2009 9:39:41 GMT -5
"I think my friend here accidentally shattered my ribs when he kicked me during one of our more heated discussions. The following extra, unexplained kicks didn't really help the situation." He pushed a couple of fingers into his ribs and made a pained noise. "Yes, most likely shattered."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 9, 2009 9:45:16 GMT -5
The woman reached down and touched his torso, then without warning, reached out with her knife, and cut Robert's tunic off. then she pocketed the blade, and again caressed Roberts ribs.
"Not shattered. This will hurt very badly," She said, as her fingers press up underneath Robert's lower rib, and yanks. There is a very disturbing pop, and Robert blacks out for several seconds.
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Post by Fel on Dec 9, 2009 9:47:50 GMT -5
"Ooh Andra..." Robert groans when he comes back to, "you know just how to treat a man... You've got the touch of an angel..."
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Post by The Stranger on Dec 9, 2009 10:24:38 GMT -5
If Andra understood, she just shakes her head.
"You should be better soon. I will check to see if you are healing properly. Drink much of water."
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Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5
Hope you all are well and happy.
Feb 9, 2021 15:35:26 GMT -5