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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Nov 20, 2016 4:28:46 GMT
(2 Strength to Hal.) The hallway door flies off the hinges and and a well-built blonde man in rusty plate steps across the threshold. "Get away from my friend before I tear your head off, fill it with my shit, and leave it on your wife's bed, you babykilling tyrant horsefucker!" He waved his warhammer about, marking a perimeter around his person. "Anyone make a move and Master Honeyspoon will be digging a pair of graves." As the door flew off of its hinges, Willem, blade in hand, looked to Belric for orders, uncertain as to whether the man's words indicated some kind of danger to others not present.
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Nov 20, 2016 10:39:57 GMT
Willis loved Belric like a brother, but by the Seven the man was thick sometimes.
"Just an observation, but I think the big man with the hammer might be in charge here." He looked to the hammer-wielding newcomer, speaking as calmly as he could. "Settle down, big fella. We never killed no babies, that was those who came before us. I never fucked no horses neither, but can't speak for Willem here on that count. You lay that piece of steel down, and I'm sure my lord Belric'll give you fair treatment."
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Post by Vex on Nov 20, 2016 14:41:56 GMT
She finds their tracks with little difficulty, along with those of a pair of horses. Around the house, she sees four men. Two of them are on horseback, a thin nag and a well-bred stallion. On the nag sits a plump, hairless man in a traveling cloak. On the stallion sits a thin man with an unkempt moustache and the bags of tax money. The leathered men on the ground are waving their weapons at the pair on horseback. Dacey can guess they're demanding aid of some sort, most likely a ride to Shoreham. (2 Observation to Nickelplate.) The thin man notices Dacey approaching and cries out, "Light some fire in your loins, boys! Brothel's made a delivery!" As she couldn't exactly shoot at them from atop her horse, Dacey drew her blades and charged forward to plant them in someone's face... preferrably Dick Dastardly's. [88 Swords, Off-Hand Weapon, 20 Horsemanship]
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Nov 20, 2016 19:30:46 GMT
Belric turned to face the blond man head on, his fathers sword still held firmly in his grip. He pointed the blade at his opponent, like a teacher with a stick for lashing, sidestepping as he rounded his opponent. "Watch your fucking tongue, soldier. These are my lands, and you will speak to me with respect." He opened his arms, trying to grab the mans full attention. "I have slain sorcerers, and am the retribution for the black magic that has plagued these lands. Do not speak of me in the same breath as that cunt, Lothson."
(Intimidation: 74) (Swords: 90)
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Nov 20, 2016 19:35:19 GMT
If Willis was trying to calm the man, his insult had the opposite effect on Willem.
Without taking his eyes off the man in front of him, he snapped off a reply. "Fuck you Willis. I've never fucked a horse. But I will fuck your mother once we're done here."
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Nov 20, 2016 19:51:06 GMT
"Got no doubt you'd be better to her than my father tends to be, so you've got my blessing," Willis replied, not taking his eyes off the big fucker, "Shit, Will, you kill this bastard if he doesn't lay down his arms and I'll pay her way to Harrenhal just for your pleasure."
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Nov 20, 2016 20:35:15 GMT
While Willem was not particularly inclined to fuck Willis' elderly, and no doubt ugly, mother, he could not well back down now. "You've got yourself a deal, Willis. And if you kill him...uh..." Willem struggled to think of something suitable. "I'll take you somewhere nice, where you'll get a good fuck for the first time in your life."
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Post by The Raven on Nov 20, 2016 21:58:24 GMT
Downstairs, Kyle found his failed guardians by the cellar door leading out. Both had their blades pressed into the flesh of their crying captives.
"Over here, Flex! Hal can handle himself!" Loras whispered harshly at him.
*** (Intimidation failure.)
"You?" The bandit scoffed. "You never believed in anything until you came here, milord. Nothing but your reputation and prowess and your friend Daemon. And what has that brought you to? A dead brother? A serpent in your lady's lap? Nightmares for your kin?"
The blonde giant pointed his hammer at Belric while keeping step in their little dance. "Skinner Jon already foresaw that one of the remaining brothers Blackfort would meet his end this moon. And as I don't see your mewling bitch of a Castellan around, I guess the gods won't have to flip a coin if you test me..."
Meanwhile, Ser Reggie is openly snickering at the exchange between Willis and Willem.
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The fat man on horseback reveals a crossbow, which he begins cranking. His two friends on the ground carefully approach Dacey, attempting to cripple her horse's legs. One of them earns a serious cut across his face for his courage. The other man's axe succeeds in severing one of the animal's legs. It falls to the ground with a high-pitched neigh will lay floundering in the grass until someone deigns to end it's miserable life.
Fortunately, Dacey is prepared and leaps off just in time to land on top of the disfigured bandit, securing her landing pad with a knife down into his neck. He is attempting to scream at her, but he lacks the equipment for even that. She looks up in time to see the fat rider aim his crossbow at her, and manages to lean back while using the asphyxiating bandit as a shield.
The second rider takes the opportunity to flee with the coin, unless Dacey should choose to expose herself to an axe in the back of her head while taking aim. Without stopping fret, the remaining focuses on reloading and cranking his weapon.
(Two active enemies left. All survivors unharmed. (1 point to Swords, 2 to Horsemanship, and 2 to Agility.)
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Post by Vex on Nov 20, 2016 22:42:46 GMT
Dacey, not wanting to disable the fat man's horse in hopes of using it later to chase down the escaping tax man, turned to the axeman and attempted to force him between herself and the horse so as not to give its rider a clear shot.
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Nov 20, 2016 23:18:31 GMT
Downstairs, Kyle found his failed guardians by the cellar door leading out. Both had their blades pressed into the flesh of their crying captives. "Over here, Flex! Hal can handle himself!" Loras whispered harshly at him. *** (Intimidation failure.) "You?" The bandit scoffed. "You never believed in anything until you came here, milord. Nothing but your reputation and prowess and your friend Daemon. And what has that brought you to? A dead brother? A serpent in your lady's lap? Nightmares for your kin?" The blonde giant pointed his hammer at Belric while keeping step in their little dance. "Skinner Jon already foresaw that one of the remaining brothers Blackfort would meet his end this moon. And as I don't see your mewling bitch of a Castellan around, I guess the gods won't have to flip a coin if you test me..." Meanwhile, Ser Reggie is openly snickering at the exchange between Willis and Willem. *** The fat man on horseback reveals a crossbow, which he begins cranking. His two friends on the ground carefully approach Dacey, attempting to cripple her horse's legs. One of them earns a serious cut across his face for his courage. The other man's axe succeeds in severing one of the animal's legs. It falls to the ground with a high-pitched neigh will lay floundering in the grass until someone deigns to end it's miserable life. Fortunately, Dacey is prepared and leaps off just in time to land on top of the disfigured bandit, securing her landing pad with a knife down into his neck. He is attempting to scream at her, but he lacks the equipment for even that. She looks up in time to see the fat rider aim his crossbow at her, and manages to lean back while using the asphyxiating bandit as a shield. The second rider takes the opportunity to flee with the coin, unless Dacey should choose to expose herself to an axe in the back of her head while taking aim. Without stopping fret, the remaining focuses on reloading and cranking his weapon. (Two active enemies left. All survivors unharmed. (1 point to Swords, 2 to Horsemanship, and 2 to Agility.) "I know that," Kyle hissed as he pointed. "But they're overrunning the place! They may be cowards but they got a damned army here. And they'll give not a wet shit for a common girl," he said. "So let's tell fuckin' Jon what happened here and get the fuck away."
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Nov 20, 2016 23:21:36 GMT
"You?" The bandit scoffed. "You never believed in anything until you came here, milord. Nothing but your reputation and prowess and your friend Daemon. And what has that brought you to? A dead brother? A serpent in your lady's lap? Nightmares for your kin?" The blonde giant pointed his hammer at Belric while keeping step in their little dance. "Skinner Jon already foresaw that one of the remaining brothers Blackfort would meet his end this moon. And as I don't see your mewling bitch of a Castellan around, I guess the gods won't have to flip a coin if you test me..." Meanwhile, Ser Reggie is openly snickering at the exchange between Willis and Willem. Fuckin' hell... for some unnamed soldier, this guy was getting personal. Indeed Harrenhal had come at a cost, the loss of Nyles and the banishment of Edmure weighed heavy in Belric's heart. However, he could not control the wind any more than he could his family. Alas, Belric was not one to sweat a guilty consciousness. "They all fall, King's and Greenseers alike. If there is any truth in this world, it is all men die." Belric set his feet, his voice low and brooding. "Let's put Skinner Jon's reputation to the test." Belric attacks blondie, not waisting any more time. Fighting -Two-Handed Swords: 90 -Unarmed combat: 28 -Full Plate: 40 -Agility: 40 -Strength: 45
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Nov 20, 2016 23:45:29 GMT
Willem, not wanting to have to spend a single copper on Willis, was quick into the fray once he saw Belric attack the man with the hammer.
Plate: 40 One Handed Swords: 86 Shield: 30 Agility: 40 Strength: 51
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Post by The Raven on Nov 21, 2016 1:21:55 GMT
Hal is nimbler on his feet than he appears. In another life, the former squire might have become a proper knight and even perhaps compete in Belric's own tourney. Instead, through circumstances and poor choices, he was a mere bandit captain, finding his own code among the dispossessed and disturbed.
He dodges the greatsword and howls like a dog as he practically jumps into Belric's arms. The hammer swings sideways, cracking ribs through the Lord's plate, and knocking him back several feet into the bar. He's going to be spending more time with Percy than he would like.
Reggie and Willem step in front of their master. The greathammer doesn't slow, but Willem ducks under his opponent's arms, lands a painful cut beneath the knee. It's not enough to immediately hobble him however, and he has more than enough upper body strength to grab tight hold of Reggie's sword arm when the knight fails to achieve the same maneuver.
As Reggie looks up to see the hammer approaching his fragile face, he witnesses Willis's axe just slicing into the back of his almost killer's head.
And yet, Willem can save his money.
The bandit captain still manages to turn to face the knight as his axe slides out of his skull, along with various viscerae. Hal's left eye is no longer facing the way it should, but it's fairly obvious what he's aiming for as he raises his hammer again.
(Reduced Heavy Wound to Belric, Medium and Heavy Wound to Hal.)
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Nov 21, 2016 1:25:46 GMT
As the man turned toward Willis, Willem aimed a vicious cut at his head, hoping to sever it from the bandit's shoulders and leave no doubt as to who had won the wager.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Nov 21, 2016 3:48:07 GMT
Belric opened his mouth to cry out in pain, however big blondie had stolen his wind. Instinctually grabbing at his side, Belric took a step back, giving Willis and Willem the foreground.
"You have skill," Belric rasped through gritted his teeth. "Your family must mourn for what you could have become. In comparison, banditry is a foul way to be remembered." He tried to stand up as straight, thought he found it agonizing. "Lay down your arms, Skinner Jon's grudge isn't worth any of our lives."
(Persuasion: 50)
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