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Post by The Gambler on Jun 12, 2016 16:28:53 GMT
Underneath Widow's Tower is a great cell that is used to keep prisoners.
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jun 13, 2016 21:34:06 GMT
After following Saesha and her group all around Harrenhal throughout the day, Ser Willem made his way down to the dungeons after some searching. Having heard the disturbing tales of Ser Simon and Lady Lothson's escapades, he figured someone ought to ensure there were not any poor souls stuck down in the dungeons forgotten.
(Observation 77)
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 13, 2016 23:06:01 GMT
(You rolled a 1. Sorry bud.)
It's too dark and poor Willem can't see a thing.
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jun 14, 2016 4:42:02 GMT
Willem, feeling around blindly in the dark, called out "Hello, anyone down here?".
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 14, 2016 5:37:12 GMT
Belric enter the dungeons, followed by a company of guards. several of the men, including Belric, held torches anticipating the dark of the crypts.
"Willem, what are you doing down here in the dark?" Belric asked his cousin, surprised to find him standing there as he rounded the corner.
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jun 14, 2016 7:10:40 GMT
"I thought it would be wise to check for, er, survivors down here, my lord." Willem replied sheepishly. "Having heard of Ser Simon's deeds. I didn't think to bring a torch."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 14, 2016 23:43:30 GMT
"You came to the dungeons, alone, looking for survivors?" Belric raised an eyebrow at Willem. Lord Ravensbane was not a particularly trusting man, living his life on instinct. When something seemed peculiar, it usually was in Belric's experiences. "What are you really looking for Ser Willem? And perhaps this time, answer in a way that convinces me." With a wave of his hand, he ordered his men to fan out and stand at the ready.
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jun 15, 2016 1:04:16 GMT
"I speak truthfully, my lord." Willem replied with a slight frown. "I am unsure what else you might think I would be doing down here, but I am at a loss to come up with any other reason I might be here. In my experience one either finds living or dead men in dungeons, I had thought someone should determine which it was that were in yours, and saw no need to trouble you with the information I was doing so. If it is your wish that I keep you informed of where I am, I can do so in the future."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 15, 2016 1:37:15 GMT
Belric nodded, handing his torch to Ser Willem before taking one from a guard in his company. "Tell me of yourself Ser Willem. I know little of your life, and could use the conversation while we search these dungeons." He began to walk, leaving space next to him for Ser Willem. Belric scanned the cells as he walked by, looking out for men still living or corpses long dead.
(Observation: 0) *come on sevens!*
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jun 15, 2016 1:43:53 GMT
Belric nodded, handing his torch to Ser Willem before taking one from a guard in his company. "Tell me of yourself Ser Willem. I know little of your life, and could use the conversation while we search these dungeons." He began to walk, leaving space next to him for Ser Willem. Belric scanned the cells as he walked by, looking out for men still living or corpses long dead. (Observation: 0) *come on sevens!* "I am no great warrior like yourself, my lord." Willem replied, having gratefully accepted the torch with a nod of his head. "I have struggled to get by for most of my life. I am the son of a whore from lord harroway's town. Hoster is my father. I believe he killed my mother over a dispute over coin shortly after my birth. I saw him throughout my childhood, but it was clear the man wanted naught to do with me, so I made my own way in the world." He scanned the cells as they continued to walk. "Once I was old enough, I ran away from the whorehouse, and made my way working for a blacksmith for a few years. Then, since I was smallfolk who knew which end of a blade was which, I was able to get a position as a guard. Served as one up to the battle of Redgrass field where I won my spurs. Was a knight for the rest of the war, although I can claim no great deeds such as your own." (Ooc: damn autocorrect. Think I have edited all the typos on the third try.)
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 15, 2016 4:21:51 GMT
Belric nodded, handing his torch to Ser Willem before taking one from a guard in his company. "Tell me of yourself Ser Willem. I know little of your life, and could use the conversation while we search these dungeons." He began to walk, leaving space next to him for Ser Willem. Belric scanned the cells as he walked by, looking out for men still living or corpses long dead. (Observation: 0) *come on sevens!* (Not only do you have a zero in the skill, but you rolled a 9) Even with the torchlight, it's still too dark to see properly in the cavernous dungeon, so dark that Belric doesn't see the dog-sized rat crawl up to him in the dark and sinks it's teeth into his ankle. (Belric takes a Light Wound. The next person to roll a skill they don't have dies.)
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 15, 2016 4:38:34 GMT
Belric jumped, both from the bite as well as the sheer size of the beast. "Fuck you... Demon rat!" He screamed in anger. Quickly regaining his composure, Belric kicked at the sabertoothed rodent, intent to smash it's ribcage and collapse its lungs.
(Unarmed: 20) (Strength: 42)
(OOC: Haha! Nobody told me I couldn't do that)
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jun 15, 2016 4:55:03 GMT
Willem moved quickly, attempting to block the rat's escape so Belric could exact his vengeance upon it.
(Ooc: agility 50?)
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 15, 2016 6:21:48 GMT
(Curse of Harrenhal Flip: Tails)
As it is still too dark for either man to properly see, the rat scampers off into the blackness. As Belric stamps around, flailing as he tries to crush the rodent, he steps on Willem's foot instead. There is a crack as three of the poor bastard's toes break, and he falls onto his back in a howl of pain.
(Willem takes a Heavy Wound. Belric gets +3 to Unarmed.)
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jun 15, 2016 6:26:06 GMT
"Arghhh." Willem howled as he felt his foot get crushed. What in the seven hells did Belric keep in his shoes? Bricks? To his credit he did not curse at his Lord, but simply gingerly leaned himself back against what felt like a wall and lifted his foot in the air to take the weight off of it.
"I think I may need attention from that prat of a Maester, m'lord." He managed to growl through gritted teeth.
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