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Post by Tim of Raventree on Apr 5, 2018 20:50:29 GMT
Tim rubbed his throat and scurried away from Pete.
"We don't know if Longinch talked before they put the noose around his neck," he pointed out. "But you're right, we'd best move, and quick. Can't stay 'ere forever. Should be gone by nightfall, at least."
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Post by The Gambler on Apr 5, 2018 20:51:37 GMT
(Sleight of Hand: 35+36=Failed)
Barley has no more luck than Harlan with the lock.
(Observation: 55+61=Success)
There was no alternate entrance into the chambers of the not so dearly departed, but from the rotting wood around the lock it was clear that anyone with passable strength or a weapon heftier than a knife could force the door open without much difficulty. Barley also recalls that Ser Lucas always kept the key around his neck.
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Post by Harlan on Apr 5, 2018 21:01:09 GMT
“He didn’t talk,” Harlan said with confidence. His voice echoed his anger at Tim for even suggesting something so outrageous.
“I’ll wait a while longer, so we can warn the rest of the gang. But every minute we sit around we risk ending up just like our fearless leader back there.” Harlan stopped for a moment, interrupted by an apiphany. “Can either of you two muscle down his bedroom door? I tried to get in earlier, but I’ve never seen a lock like that before.”
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Post by Tim of Raventree on Apr 5, 2018 21:30:45 GMT
"Wouldn't be the first door I've broken down," Tim said. "Could give it a go."
He was annoyed that his big news hadn't had the reaction he'd wanted. People were angry at him, as if he were responsible for Longinch's death. That wasn't fair. He was simply the bearer of news. And neither Harlan nor Pete had even thanked him for bring lunch. Well, Stranger take them, perhaps he'd not offer either of them so much as a leg.
He headed for the bedroom door, brace of wood pigeon still slung over his shoulder. He saw Barley there and nodded at her.
"You having the same thoughts as me, lass? There's got to be something worth keeping in that bloody room, the way ol' Longinch kept it locked all the time. Stand aside, I'll see if I can break it down."
He put his shoulder to the door and attempted to knock it down.
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Post by Taero of Myr on Apr 5, 2018 21:42:44 GMT
Daven watches with inherent indifference as the fire freak almost goes ballistic on Tim. He then follows the crowd up to the second floor as they try to break down the door to their former leader's room. "I call that lock if we can manage to open it, and the key if we can get it from that dead bastards post."
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Apr 5, 2018 22:01:15 GMT
Alyn Redhands was gently strumming his lute in the corner when Tim had returned with the news of Longinch's demise. Apart from a pang of fear that there was no doubt an armed party searching for their lair and looking to string them up as well, he felt little emotion that Longinch was gone. He'd only known the man for six months or so and he was little more than a means to an end.
As the others began to try and break down the door he began to gather his belongings. They would need to move and move quickly before the mill was discovered and surrounded. He looked up at the second floor and cursed under his breath. Was their dead leader's possessions worth more than their lives?
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Post by Boros on Apr 5, 2018 22:17:45 GMT
It took Pete a couple moments of his paranoid outburst. As he came back to his senses he trailed his way after Harlan.
"Harl, we just gonna leave the man hangin?" Longinch was a bastard, and he was a bastard too, but Pete was loyal, probably the only one of the bunch. "A fuckin' year we stood wi' 'im. 'e deserves better than the crows."
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Post by Harlan on Apr 5, 2018 22:30:03 GMT
Harlan turned to Pete, the mans words obviously hitting a note in the spot where Harlan’s heart once lived. He was never much of a sentimental man, but he liked the idea of it; even if it was beyond his moral aptitude.
“I have a mind to run as far away from this place as I can.” He replied frankly. “I’ll stab a man in the back if I have too, but I’m not one to go looking for a fair fight, Pete. My gut tells me going back there is a mistake.” He put a hand on the mans shoulder, faking sentimentality with a mummers talent. “If it was you hanging in that tree, do you think Longinch would risk going back to cut you down?”
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Post by Vex on Apr 5, 2018 22:31:53 GMT
This morning, a mile from his sanctuary, Ser Lucas Inchfield was hanged in his armor from a great oak that marked the turn one made to reach the Medway township itself. Across his cuirass, especially cleaned for the occasion, were painted the words, "Thus to all feends who pray on the good and gintle!" Vex, returning from a fairly mediocre night out at the town, almost brought her palfrey to a halt once she saw light reflecting off a hanged man's chest in the distance, recognising him immediately. That explained the increased traffic. She kept her eye on the people passing by as she approached the looming oak. Once there, she stopped her horse and sat there, inspecting their fallen leader for a while. When the while had passed, she waited a little longer for the people closest to her and the tree to move a bit further up the road, though she had no doubt they'd soon be replaced by new gawkers. She got off her horse and picked up her spear. There was only one thing of worth Inchfield had now, and she was going to cut it down. She attempted to slide the spearhead under the chain Inchfield always wore around his neck, and angle it away from him so it'd land on the ground. If she had to cut off a piece of him in the process, so be it. (70 Spear?)
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Post by The Gambler on Apr 5, 2018 22:53:51 GMT
Considering that Inchfield's plate armor was likely worth more than everything the gang owned put together, it was far from accurate to say that his key was the only thing of worth on the the body.
It is no easy feat working the key and chain off the neck of the swinging corpse. The body was high enough that eventually Vex had to remount her horse and stand up in the stirrups to get the right angle to work the point of her spear under his gorget to the thin strip of leather that held the key, drawing blood from the flesh corpse in the attempts. As she worked, a fat crow landed on Inchfield's head, watching the woman curiously, before it tore a piece out of the Reachman's ear. Finally Vex managed to work the necklace up and over his neck and cut the leather strap, sending the key clattering the ground.
This odd sight did not go without notice, and Vex noted a few gawkers eyeing her curiously.
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Post by Vex on Apr 5, 2018 23:07:50 GMT
Vex hopped off her horse again with some flourish to pick up the key, then remounted again and wheeled her horse away from the tree, back towards the road.
"You know, I'm sure I saw some silver there yonder, must've fallen out of his pockets," she said to her audience in a fairly encouraging tone as she passed, indicating to the field behind her with a nod.
Then, she spurred her horse and rode for the mill without checking whether the spectators had believed her or not.
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Post by The Gambler on Apr 5, 2018 23:12:06 GMT
The onlookers watched her go, before one of them mounted a palfrey and rode hard towards town.
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Post by Bret on Apr 5, 2018 23:13:45 GMT
Bret watched and listened to rest of the crew as he drank from a small wine skin. He noted the mentioned haste to vacate their current lodgings since their leader met his end by rope, but he wasn't as jumpy as the rest. Majority of his bandit companions were more "wanted" than he, and at that moment he was happy they were not in the Westerlands. Then thinking to himself, he might as well get his things together, just in case they needed to escape in a hurry and he would be running on foot.
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Post by Vex on Apr 5, 2018 23:25:18 GMT
It was pretty clear by the sound that the mill was already being ransacked when Vex arrived; she tied her horse loosely to a post outside and stepped in, briefly stopping in the doorway to take in the scene.
"Tsk. No respect for the dead," she said in a semi-humorous tone to Redhands, who she'd noticed fiddling in the corner, before climbing the stairs. "Move," she said, making her way through some of them in the corridor, her tone urgent rather than demanding, and headed for the door Barley and Tim were preoccupied with. "I've got the key."
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Post by Barley on Apr 5, 2018 23:30:24 GMT
“If they knew about this place, they’d be here already, unless someone has done something to top them off in the mean time.”
Barley looked at him for a long moment and then moved out of the way slightly, motioning to the rotting wood and stood ready to enter as soon as she was able to when Vex walked in.
“You took it off his body?” Seemed someone would be here soon, “we’d best hurry”
She waited for vex to go open the door and got ready to get in at least second to look around.
Observation 55
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