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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 15, 2016 20:50:06 GMT
"Fuckin' gods be damned!" Belric shouted, feeling Willem's toes break beneith his foot. He bent down to inspect his cousins wound. "This is going to hurt," He added, putting a hand around Willem's back and a shoulder to his chest. Lifting with his legs, Belric threw his cousin over his shoulder and carried him from the dungeons.
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jun 16, 2016 15:40:56 GMT
"Fuckin' gods be damned!" Belric shouted, feeling Willem's toes break beneith his foot. He bent down to inspect his cousins wound. "This is going to hurt," He added, putting a hand around Willem's back and a shoulder to his chest. Lifting with his legs, Belric threw his cousin over his shoulder and carried him from the dungeons. "Urgh. " Willem groaned through clenched teeth as Belric hefted him up upon his shoulder.
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 22, 2016 17:52:42 GMT
//// 2nd Moon, 23rd Day
The Blackfort guardsmen toss Percival into the cavernous cell beneath Widow's Tower that serves as the castle's dungeon. They provide him with gruel, water, and the basic medical supplies required to patch himself up. As the one door in closes, the maester is swallowed in darkness, alone...except for the large rate he hears scuttling about.
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Post by Maester Percival on Jun 22, 2016 19:40:12 GMT
Percival treats his wounds as best he can and then tries to find and tame that large rat.
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 22, 2016 20:32:09 GMT
(+3 to Animal Handling and Domestication. Feel free to look around. You're not chained up and in basically one massive giant dark room.)
Before long he has the giant rodent performing tricks and sitting on his shoulder. All hail the Rat King of Widow's Tower!
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Post by Maester Percival on Jun 22, 2016 20:44:54 GMT
Percival moves around the room slowly. He doesn't speak because speaking hurts too much. He does however name the rat Belric.
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 22, 2016 21:47:38 GMT
As his eyes adjust to the pitch blackness in the cavernous chamber and he begins to explore with his new friend, picking his way through bones in the bitter dank cold, he notes that the mortar on one of the walls is fresher than the rest.
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Post by Maester Percival on Jun 22, 2016 23:00:21 GMT
Since all Percival had was time and darkness he began to explore this new wall in more detail. Using his fingers he tried to deduce why there was a new wall built into the dungeon. He takes his time, because why not.
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 22, 2016 23:09:52 GMT
The wall is made from loam bricks, red in contrast to the grey stone surrounding it. The wall would not be as strong as its strong counterparts, but the baked bricks allowed for faster construction than hewing rocks. He could hear something faint on the other side. It sounded like singing.
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Post by Maester Percival on Jun 22, 2016 23:26:13 GMT
Percival examined the wall for any flaws, and then if there were none to be found he would search the rest of his cell for something to use on the weaker wall.
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 22, 2016 23:43:47 GMT
He finds one loose improperly mortared brick that looked like it could be pushed in.
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Post by Maester Percival on Jun 22, 2016 23:57:23 GMT
Percival shrugs, and then pushes the brick in as hard as he could.
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 23, 2016 0:36:41 GMT
He is greeting by the putrid smell of shit on the other side. The singing stopped.
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Post by Maester Percival on Jun 23, 2016 1:05:29 GMT
Percival is pretty sure that he must have gone insane by now. So after a moment he says, "Hello... is it you?"
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 23, 2016 1:53:41 GMT
Looking through the hole left by the brick, Percival can see a small alcove on the other side. The walls are smeared with blood and feces. The floor is covered with half eaten rats.
Suddenly a face pops up to fill the breach, a pair of mad wide eyes staring into the maester's.
"The walls have eyes! The eyes have walls! Windows to the soul, the soul in the stone...dark and black and riddled with bones!"
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