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Post by The Gambler on Jun 25, 2016 21:49:41 GMT
Qhorin cracks a knuckle as he looks "Mouth on him? Sounds bout right. I'm master mason here now, Qhorin. What happened to the last one?" "Still hanging from the weirwood if yer so curious," the guardsman replied. /////////////// 2nd Moon, 24th Day Berlic entered the dungeons, accompanied by three of his guard, all of whom had torches. "Take me to see the Maester." He said to one of the knights who had been charged with watching the cells. "Yes milord," the guardsman replied, lighting a torch and leading Belric into the great black cell, where Percival was playing with his new pet.
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Post by Ser Richard on Jun 25, 2016 21:53:54 GMT
"Still hanging from the weirwood if yer so curious," the guardsman replied. "Disgusting" said Qhorin as he walked up the stairs
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 25, 2016 22:42:42 GMT
Belric looked into the black hole that held Percival, snarling slightly at the sight of the demon rat who had bit him a few days earlier. To see it playing with Percival so naturally only confirmed Belric's suspicions that the maester was indeed a rat.
"Stand guard," Belric commanded his comapany. He then found himself a rather rickety old wooden box, turned it on its side, and sat upon it as a makeshift chair. He would wait silently, his folded against his chest, blocking the way through the massive door. The maester's next words would dictate whatever course of action Belric chose. If his presence in the doorway wasn't metaphoric enough, Belric wanted to make sure Percival understood the only way out of the dungeons was through him.
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Post by Maester Percival on Jun 25, 2016 23:56:24 GMT
Percival did not look to the door when it opened. He stroked his finger down the back of the rat, and smirked to himself. He yelled out, "Hey Fool. Do you know any obscene jokes?" He projected his voice loud enough for it to bounce around the room. He wanted to make sure the fool heard him in his stony prison.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 26, 2016 0:10:28 GMT
Belric sat quietly, his blood beginning to boil. Did this man really just call the lord a fool? He had chosen his first words poorly.
Despite knowing a plethora of obscene jokes, Belric held his tongue. Instead, he began to think of ways to explain to the Citadel why he had killed the maester.
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 26, 2016 1:26:54 GMT
"Three babies are in their mother's womb, the whole world to them," the fool began, voice echoing out the hole Percival had made in the wall, seeming to emanate from the dark itself as the light from Belric's torch did not carry far. "They begin discussing improvements they want to make to their humble abode. The first says the they should get some torches to set in the walls, reasoning that it was a bit dark. The second, says that he wants to study civil engineering and construct an elaborate sewer system, reasoning that it was a bit dark. The third declares that he is going to be a knight. His brothers look to him perplexed and ask how that will improve their home. He replies, 'That way, I can slay that bald beast that keeps sticking its head in here and spitting on us!'"
The fool erupts into laughter, before his usual coughing fit.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 26, 2016 2:17:25 GMT
If there had been a punchline, Belric had not heard it. He was on his feet, sword drawn, before the joke was finished.
"If you or that fuckin' rat move, it'll be the last thing you do!" He yelled, sword pointed towards Percival and lil' Belric. He walked deeper into the cell, his torch held out for light while he looked for the source of the coughing.
"Guards! Get the mason!" shouted Belric, after finding the hole in the wall.
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Post by Maester Percival on Jun 26, 2016 2:22:54 GMT
Percival started laughing at the joke. He leaned back against the wall, and just forced out a deep belly laugh. He closed his eyes, and stretched his legs out in front of him. He placed one booted foot atop the other. His finger ran down the back of the rat.
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 26, 2016 3:17:19 GMT
The guards ran to fetch the mason, apparently as shocked as Belric that there was another prisoner in here.
The fool hissed in pain at the light, retreating back to the opposite wall of his dead rat laden sepulcher.
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Post by Ser Richard on Jun 26, 2016 3:18:51 GMT
Qhorin arrives with a few of his men and the guards. He heads inside cautiously and knuckles his forehead at sight of the lord "yes milord?"
He noticed the maester and rat and wrinkles his nose "want me to dispose of the rat?" He can't see the fool yet
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 26, 2016 3:54:47 GMT
"There is someone behind this wall." Belric said sharply, pointing to the hole Percival had opened. "Help me get this open."
Attempting to cave in the wall, Belric kicks the stone above the opening with the heel of his foot.
(Strength: 42)
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Post by Ser Richard on Jun 26, 2016 4:07:39 GMT
"Wait wait!" said Qhorin sharply, attempting to intercept Belric without hurting him, but not letting him kick the potentially broken wall. (Unarmed 75) He didn't want the lord to get crashed on by fallen down stone. "Let me and lads handle this. We work with stone."
"Right" he said to the laborers "Careful now, lets move this rubbish aside without anyone getting hurt." He gave terse short instructions, and he and his men moved in with tools to make a passable entryway to the blocked off area. (Engineering 81, Strength 50)
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 26, 2016 5:03:46 GMT
"There is someone behind this wall." Belric said sharply, pointing to the hole Percival had opened. "Help me get this open." Attempting to cave in the wall, Belric kicks the stone above the opening with the heel of his foot. (Strength: 42) It is a solid brick wall missing a single brick. The idiot lord stubs the living shit out of his toes. It sure would be nice to have a reliable maester right now. (Belric takes a Light Wound for -10) "Wait wait!" said Qhorin sharply, attempting to intercept Belric without hurting him, but not letting him kick the potentially broken wall. (Unarmed 75) He didn't want the lord to get crashed on by fallen down stone. "Let me and lads handle this. We work with stone." "Right" he said to the laborers "Careful now, lets move this rubbish aside without anyone getting hurt." He gave terse short instructions, and he and his men moved in with tools to make a passable entryway to the blocked off area. (Engineering 81, Strength 50) One of the guardsmen sees the mason charging their lord as a threat and hits him in the stomach with the butt of his spear, causing him to double over in pain. There was a very good reason that commoners did not lay their hands on lords. (Qhorin takes a Medium Wound for -20) After the episode of the Three Stooges finished, Qhorin and his men managed to expertly tear down the wall. The smell of accumulated shit and rotten rat corpses from the enclosed space wafted out, making the collected party gag and one of Qhorin's masons retch. The prisoner within was huddled against the opposite wall, curled up in a ball, eyes wide as his world for however long was torn down.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jun 26, 2016 6:04:57 GMT
Belric grunted in pain, letting loose a few foul words for the brick wall.
Before he could react, the guard stepped in and gave Qhorin pleasure side of his spear. When the soldier looked to Belric for reassurance, Belric put his hand up as a signal to hold. It was good to know his men had his protection in mind.
He was no stranger to the smell of shit, yet he wrinkled his nose at this particular scent none the less. Belric watched as Qhorin's men took down the wall and freed the fool inside.
"Do you know where you are?" Belric asked what he assumed was once a sane man. "Do you know who you are?"
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 26, 2016 7:00:17 GMT
"Do you?" the man mirrored, with another laugh that descended into a coughing fit, trying to stand to his feet, yet his legs gave out under him. He was a thin man, a hollow man, his eyes sunken valleys of dying stars. His cheeks were gaunt and skin sallow, long unruly hair gone prematurely white from his incarceration and falling out in patches. His pronounced ribs could be seen through some of the holes in the raggedy remnants of his fool's motley.
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