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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Oct 12, 2016 16:12:54 GMT
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That evening, Kyle returns with his special medicine. He has put on new clothes faintly splashed with a common perfume, like he'd been idling his hours away with a lady. He enters the establishment and looks about to see who all is present.
43 observation if needed
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Post by The Raven on Oct 12, 2016 16:52:14 GMT
He finds one of Hal's playing sentry by the main gate through the stone fence. He lets Flex through with a big grin. "Found one of our famous rivers to go swimming in, eh? Wettest kingdom in Westeros, hehehe..."
Inside the unlocked tavern, he finds Hal and his remaining men gathered around a table covered in weapons.
The bandit captain is already wearing pieces of rusty plate. The rest of the gang seems content with studded leather and plain clothes.
"See anything you like, Flex?" Hal holds up a warhammer that still had dried flecks of blood on it. "This is Cersei, by the way. Will break a man's heart, she will."
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Oct 12, 2016 20:22:00 GMT
Flex chuckled. "I saw something better about three hours ago," he said with a lascivious grin. He holds up his 'medicine'. "I prefer this. You expecting war?" He asked. He looks over the table for a short sword, or more ideally a hand axe. Hand axes had uses much more diverse than the male combat that was anathema to his beliefs. "Mine isn't so intimidating as your garb, but just as effective in the right hands."
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Post by The Raven on Oct 12, 2016 20:43:51 GMT
"Not sure. Skinner Jon had a bad dream." Hal took the medicine and sniffed it suspiciously before handing it back. "Haven't worked with this stuff since the Black Widower got hisself hung."
Kyle found a hand axe with the letters W.S. carved into into the handle. It had a good balance to it, and the edge had been kept sharp by its previous owner.
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Oct 12, 2016 20:52:39 GMT
"A bad dream?" Flex asked. "Well, few pinches of this and anyone doesn't have to worry about any silly dream. Still think we should've done this farther away. Them Blackforts fucked like rabbits; there must be a hundred of them in the fucking castle."
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Post by The Raven on Oct 14, 2016 23:38:50 GMT
"Aye, all because they killed a mingy worm! Joel here was at Redgrass. Where's his castle? Where's his hot bastard wife? He can't even find honest work, and he actually sacrificed something for our good king!" A one armed bandit in otherwise excellent shape nodded in confirmation while picking up a shortsword with his good hand.
Hal leaned against the table as he strapped on a gauntlet and studied Flex. "Better this way. Easier to hide the bodies and leave before Blackfort knows what happened. Now, you and a few of our brothers will head up the path. When you see the Underhill caravan, you tell him your good master Robb Honeyspoon offers free room and drink for the old friendship between their families. Old Reggie is going to be tired, and not one to turn down some free comfort. There should just be him and maybe three blokes on horse."
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Oct 17, 2016 11:33:32 GMT
Flex nodded. "Well enough, then," he said. This situation was rapidly spiraling out of his control...not that he was entirely sure he even wanted to fail at his second attempt at banditry. "We'll take care of it." He looked about to see who'd be accompanying him on his little meet and greet. "Happy hunting." He took a drink and put his cloak back on.
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Post by The Raven on Oct 19, 2016 2:22:06 GMT
Nearby were two men wearing cloaks. The taller of the pair idly twirled his long moustache as he admired himself in the reflection of his long knife. He seemed taken with himself, though he was so thin and his eyes so gaunt, it was unlikely many shared the same esteem. Beside him, his companion licked his lips and twiddled his fingers constantly as he flipped the pages of some tome. The fellow squinted like an old man but was as hairless and round as an overfed child.
The taller saw Flex first. "Good Butterball, I believe our last conspirator has joined the inner circle." His accent was that annoying fake highborn voice some commoners put on when they think no one knows any better.
"Aye?" Butterball's voice was high pitched, but more authentic than his friend's. It was likely he had grown up in a castle if the man could read. "Nickelplate, I think I know that man." He somehow squinted even harder at the man. "Are you new to this locale, ser? Might you be acquainted with the good people of Harrentown?" Before Flex could respond, Butterball shook his head. "Never mind. Has good Hal informed you of our task?"
Both of their brown cloaks bore the image of a yellow spoon. There was a third one hanging on a chair.
(You can either head straight to the road scene or you can dawdle in the tavern for whatever purpose. If it goes too long, I'll just have Belric and company arrive during the scene. If you head out, we will start a different thread and I will run both scenes separately without any obvious overlapping, assuming Belric doesn't set the Unlucky Crab on fire.)
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Oct 19, 2016 10:16:16 GMT
"Getting rich off someone else's coin," Flex said, letting his voice come out easy. "Can't say I know many good people anywhere," he said in jest. "Let's go find some tavern guests," he said, "and then do our jobs. Unless there's more to it than that?" He asked, allowing for the possibility that more to this job was in the works.
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Post by The Raven on Oct 21, 2016 4:45:43 GMT
"Getting rich off someone else's coin," Flex said, letting his voice come out easy. "Can't say I know many good people anywhere," he said in jest. "Let's go find some tavern guests," he said, "and then do our jobs. Unless there's more to it than that?" He asked, allowing for the possibility that more to this job was in the works. Nickelplate shook his head with a wry smell. "What now, friend? No honor among thieves in Flea's Bottom?" Butterball set the book aside and picked up a crossbow that had been sitting beside him. It remained loaded at present. "I believe our traveling companion remains a skeptic. Natural. I'd have called you mad four months ago if you said we would be riding under a greenseer." Nickelplate tossed the third cloak to the innkeeper. "Show a little faith, Flex." His accent sounded more atrocious with each line. The two bandits made their way to the door.
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Post by The Raven on Oct 26, 2016 5:51:49 GMT
*** Belric's dozen guards and accompanying warriors of note are joined by Ser Garlan, whose land the Unlucky Crab sits upon. He greets them on the road, already geared for battle. "My lord," the bald and bearded knight bows from his horse. "I'm pleased to see the Tullys still believe in hospitality." Belric and company have some dim memory of the man standing by Simon Whent at that ill-fated duel, but had never had cause to really know Ser Garlan himself.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Oct 27, 2016 0:30:38 GMT
Belric nods to Ser Garlan, snorting at his comment, "I'm here to share some of that hospitality with these bandits who've taken root in my lands. Good to have you with us. What can you tell me about the Unlucky Crab and it's fortifications?"
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Post by The Raven on Oct 28, 2016 17:25:39 GMT
"It used to belong to my old master Ser Walder Honeyspoon, and was built to withstand a small siege. Stone salls eight feet high, gates of iron. If we were facing a few knights, I would tell my lord that we were going to have a bad day. Fortunately, we're facing some half-starved bandits who will perhaps have one set of proper armor between the lot of them. Their leader, Hal, used to be a squire, so it's a fair wager you'll be able to mark him on sight."
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Oct 29, 2016 6:35:16 GMT
Willis nodded at the information. "Odds that they actually set a watch? If the walls are only eight feet, might just be able to climb our asses on over and take 'em by surprise."
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Post by The Raven on Oct 29, 2016 6:53:35 GMT
Garlan nodded at Willis. "A good ladder will do the job if we're careful. Then a few competent men can take out the gate guards and the grounds will be ours."
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