Jormun Rivers
Guardsman
He's probably with Dacey.
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Post by Jormun Rivers on Nov 6, 2016 15:40:31 GMT
Jormun charges ahead, spear held high.
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Nov 6, 2016 16:33:06 GMT
Willis dropped his share of the battering ram and slid his old waraxe out of his belt as he marched through what was left of the gate. He slapped the flat of the blade against his shield repeatedly, and shouted some vulgar challenges to every bandit in earshot. At least he waited to start that part until after the element of surprise was already lost, this time.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Nov 7, 2016 19:17:18 GMT
Belric rushed to the guard wounded by Dacey, attempting to plung his sword into the man's chest to stifle his cries for help.
(Swords: 85)
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The Raven
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Post by The Raven on Nov 7, 2016 22:10:10 GMT
In the tavern area, Kyle finds Ser Reggie still leaning against the same spot by the bar, but now with a bloody sword across the bar. As the innkeeper approaches with the drugged drink in hand, he notes the table where Hal's men had been quietly drinking. Now they were quietly dead, their bodies strewn across the table and floor. Madame Honeyspoon grips Kyle's arm tightly when she sees the carnage, and does not let go voluntarily. The knight's companion sits in a nearby chair, clutching his side, gasping for breath. Ser Reggie raises a bloody hand to tweak his moustache.
"My apologies for the mess, but your Red Eel friends were a rather jumpy lot. One cry from outside and they're brandishing daggers in my friend's face. So a lesson in discipline was given. Now... Where is my fucking drink?"
(Medium Wound to Kasper. Ser Reggie remains in peak fighting shape. Aegon is quite dead outside, per the last post.)
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Four more men in leather charge around the corner. Jormun claims the second kill, as a man blithely runs into the bastard's spear. Jormun sees the man's legs try to correct course a split second before skewering himself in his overzealousness.
Hoster's axe strikes the wounded, screaming man three times, depriving him of his left arm, a quarter of his ribs, and finally most of his neck. Hoster is fairly certain the man's unintelligible last words are not especially flattering. Unfortunately, one of his companions makes an effort at vengeance, and tries to plant his blade into Hoster's side. He partially succeeds, slipping his knife a centimeter into the chainmail, but doesn't finish the job. Ser Garlan's longsword gracefully excises the back of his spinal cord through his neck, leaving quadriplegic on the battlefield, suffocating. Garlan pays no mind to Hoster himself and continues forward in search of prey.
Belric hardly needs the assistance, but he finds that his title draws two of his men to act as escort. Only one man dares approach the Lord during the skirmish, and he is quickly flanked. It is quick and unsatisfying sport, but efficient.
Willis and Willem seem to struggle the most, apparently being saddled with the cowards of the crew. By the time, Willem's man allows himself into striking distance, Dacey has already managed to plant an arrow in his side. Still, the fresh wound allows Willem the opportunity to close the gap and maul the man with little difficulty.
Willis's opponent actually forces him to make chase into the stable, in a bid to isolate him from his allies. The bandit grins at Willis with black teeth, waving his shortsword as he ducks between the horses. Eventually, one of the knight's horses grows weary of the game, and gallops away, allowing the knight his opportunity. The man manages a few good parries, takes a painful cut across the abdomen from the knight's axe, and slices a shallow mark across Willis's side in return. Another guard and Ser Garlan arrive soon to assist the knight, if he desires the aid.
(Light Wound to both Willis and Hoster. At present, only Willis is still engaged in combat.)
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Jormun Rivers
Guardsman
He's probably with Dacey.
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Post by Jormun Rivers on Nov 8, 2016 0:27:31 GMT
Jormun wipes the tip of his spear off on the bandit's corpse quickly before moving onward, searching for his next opponent. The art of killing was an exhilarating study, and one he planned to perfect. "That's one for me, and we'll call it a half for you, Dacey. Getting soft?"
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Nov 8, 2016 0:45:32 GMT
Kyle thought a second and frowned. So unprofessional. Bandit quality was not what it once was. "Well ser," he said, "here it is..." he pretends to trip over the woman's foot and spills forward, sending wine everywhere. He gets a good look of anger on his face. "You awkward fool!" He cursed. "Come on now, fetch some rags!"
If that succeeds in distracting his friends, he will try to warn the knight.
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Boros
Knight
Jon
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Post by Boros on Nov 8, 2016 1:03:05 GMT
Hoster would have pissed on his foe's remains, but time was lacking, so he had to content himself with a spat. It felt like ages since he had spat in disdain like this, oh how he had missed this life.
"Ah'm feckin' invincible, ye shites." He hollered, both the wine and the fact that he had just killed a man using a single arm, had definitely gone up his head. "Com' on! Who's next?!?"
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Nov 8, 2016 1:03:19 GMT
"Throw down your swords!" Bellowed Belric with a warcry. The heat from his breath filtered out of the vents in his helmet, making him look like some great steel beast. "Or we will cut through you like wheat in a field!"
Belric pounded his fist against his plate rythmically, leading his men to follow along. They were trained knights against farmers and sons, he had seen men surrender with better odds than the rabble before him.
(Intimidation: 70) + (Boon)?
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Nov 8, 2016 6:34:03 GMT
After mauling his unfortunate adversary, Willem hurried back over to Belric, falling in step along with him once he reached him. Rather than pounding his fist against his plate, he aided Belric's noise making by beating the flat of his blade against his shield. There was little else to do, all the bandits seemingly dead or elsewhere.
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Nov 8, 2016 7:19:24 GMT
Willis, not being one to worry much about fighting fair, especially against some bandit, moves to give Ser Garlan and the guard enough space to help kill the man.
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Vex
Lord Paramount
what is this
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Post by Vex on Nov 8, 2016 19:19:01 GMT
Jormun wipes the tip of his spear off on the bandit's corpse quickly before moving onward, searching for his next opponent. The art of killing was an exhilarating study, and one he planned to perfect. "That's one for me, and we'll call it a half for you, Dacey. Getting soft?" "Just giving you a head start," she called back with a ghost of a smirk on her face, and looked on for other targets, as well as a way down from the wall without having to use the ladders, should she need to join them.
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The Raven
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Post by The Raven on Nov 9, 2016 18:53:42 GMT
While Garlan, Willis, and a guard named Raemyn cut a man to pieces in the stables, the others find the yard silent. Belric recalls Lord Shoreham's emphasis on how well-numbered Skinner Jon's followers are. From her vantage point, Dacey can see several armed men breaking cover from some distant bushes and fleeing from House Blackfort.
(Four points to Belric's intimidation. Exterior is cleared of enemy combatants. A single weapon point to everyone except Jormun who scores three and Belric who scores nothing.)
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"The wine!" She cries out, as though he had just lit her house on fire, which he might very well have. She doesn't have time to consider Flex's orders, when the knight reaches across the bar the grab her by the arm. "A cask of that, you useless slut, would have been worth almost as much as my friend's armor!"
Kasper raised his hand. "Please, Reggie..."
"Shut up and focus on breathing!" Reggie turned his attention back to the two peasants. "I suggest you pair do the same."
He let go of the woman's arm, leaving bloody fingerprints across it and allowing her to flee the room. Reggie studied Kyle, now that they were essentially alone. "Where do I know you from? I seem to recall you serving me behind a bar once, but I know it wasn't in this dungheap..." He tweaked his moustache as he pondered the question. "Harrentown, perhaps?"
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Nov 9, 2016 19:01:36 GMT
Kyle nodded once. "Lonely Ghost," he said. "Lord Belric's on his way here to deal with the new rulers of this place," he said in a quick breath. "This is a trap." He poured an ale as he talked like he was making normal small talk. "Keep an eye on the taxes," he said, "they'll be coming after them."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Nov 10, 2016 7:51:58 GMT
"Form ranks and fan out." He ordered, his deep voice echoing within his helmet. "Jormun, you take the left flank. Ser Willem, the right is yours." He looked to his drunken uncle and smiled with pride, "Hoster, you're staying with me."
There was clearly something amiss here. Otherwise, Kyle had succeeded in fooling a small army. Belric looked around rapidly for anything he might have missed, wether it be signs of a trap or sleeping guards.
(Observation: 11)
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Vex
Lord Paramount
what is this
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Post by Vex on Nov 10, 2016 9:01:20 GMT
Dacey took aim at the fleeing men, granted they weren't ridiculously far.
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