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Post by The Gambler on Jun 9, 2018 18:57:31 GMT
A large stone roundtower, overlooking the ferry, which serves as the seat for Lord Lucamore Roote.
(Barley earns 5 points in seduction)
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Post by Barley on Jul 17, 2018 21:40:39 GMT
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Barley didn't need to keep him up for too long she hoped, as she was not hugely strong herself.
as they readied to leave she slipped the sedative into one of the bottles of wine and carried the other one in the arm free by her side.
As they walked she subtly pretended to drink from her bottle and even gave some to him while letting some fall to the floor at her side to make it seem like she was drinking.
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Post by The Gambler on Jul 17, 2018 21:41:19 GMT
Barley didn't need to keep him up for too long she hoped, as she was not hugely strong herself. as they readied to leave she slipped the sedative into one of the bottles of wine and carried the other one in the arm free by her side. As they walked she subtly pretended to drink from her bottle and even gave some to him while letting some fall to the floor at her side to make it seem like she was drinking. Thankfully it was not far to the tower, Simon clearly having chosen prime real estate for his tavern. The gate to the courtyard is open, though guarded by two men at arms in Roote livery. "Ser Oliver wants his horse brushed...again," the squire said with a beleaguered sigh and drunken hiccup, the guards not even having posed the question. "And shoed...this is the blacksmith...'s niece," he hastily added. Both guards glanced to Barley, then back at the squire, clearly knowing what was going on but not seeming terribly troubled by it. They knew full well the lad would be a knight soon and had no interest in getting on his bad side over a bit of drinking and wenching. They let them both pass without incident. Harroway's Tower was small by the standard of most high lords, especially in a region that housed Harrenhal. Barley could see guardsmen milling about an empty wagon in the center of the courtyard, presumably the one that would be transporting the tax shipment. A few knights and guardsmen were training in the yard. To the right were the stables and straight ahead were the double doors to the tower proper and the great hall.
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Post by Barley on Jul 17, 2018 22:23:51 GMT
Barley looked around the area as they walked in, well aware of how things looked and not much caring if this put the squire in bad stead with his knight. She looked at the number of men who seemed to be milling around the cart and anything else of interest.
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Post by The Gambler on Jul 17, 2018 22:31:00 GMT
She didn't have a great deal of time to look as the eager squire urged her towards the stables with single-minded intent. It looked like a run of the mill wagon, no different from the dozens she had seen in her life. There were four guardsmen around it at the moment, dicing and chatting as they protected the empty wagon.
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Post by Barley on Jul 19, 2018 19:49:55 GMT
Seemed odd to be protecting an empty wagon.
Barley let herself be dragged forward by the young squire, prepping the spiked wine to potentially give him, and looking for a way inside. If the food was not on the wagon and not where she could get to it, then she'd have to find a way in to find it.
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Post by The Gambler on Jul 19, 2018 20:06:27 GMT
The entrance the the stables was protected by a single guard, who much like the guards at the gate, did not bat an eyelash at the drunk squire nor the "blacksmith's niece." It was becoming apparent that Lord Lucamore did not run a particularly tight ship. Within the stables were a collection of stalls housing the varying steeds of House Roote, noble destriers and coursers among them. "There's Ser Oliver's," he informatively pointed to one of the destriers. "Betsy. The bitch bites," he grumbled, glaring at the equestrian menace. Barley also spots two stocky cart horses, presumably for the empty wagon outside.
In the back of the room, burlap sacks of provisions had been stacked in preparation for the coming expedition: potatoes, dried beef, hardtack, and oats for the horses. There was a single barrel of wine as well.
The squire pulled Barley into an empty stall, its floor lined with a bed of hay. "How about that happy ending now?" he suggested, reaching down to unlace his breeches.
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Post by Barley on Jul 19, 2018 20:12:48 GMT
"But I am hungry" She said, looking sad, "How could I service you properly when I am half starved?" She asked, looking at the horses and trying to work out if her poison would work similarly on them.
Medicine 72.
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Post by The Gambler on Jul 19, 2018 20:20:20 GMT
"Well I've got something you can eat," he suggested lewdly, clumsily taking out his manhood.
It was not so much whether or not the poison would work as how much of it she would need. As Barley had never tried to poison a horse before (I hope?) she did not have the body mass and weight calculations as fine tuned. Without practice it would be difficult to determine the poison's effect on the creatures. It could range from making them require a few extra hours of sleep to killing them outright depending on the concentration.
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Post by Barley on Jul 19, 2018 20:24:40 GMT
Barley giggled at him, as he was clearly set on getting a nice ending for himself. She looked for any other way out of the stables. "Well someone is awfully eager, how could I deny you?" She asked, moving in to help him out of his breeches.
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Post by The Gambler on Jul 19, 2018 20:30:30 GMT
"After you lured me here with you honeyed tongue I can hardly be blamed," he slurred, leaning back against the stall's wall for support as he kicked off his breeches. His hands worked clumsily at her own garments.
It looks to Barley as if the only way out was the way she came in.
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Post by Barley on Jul 19, 2018 20:39:41 GMT
Barley giggled again and started to undo the ties on her top, stopping short and looking up at him with one breast out, "One more drink for the road?" She asked him and offered him the wine with the sedative in it, whilst drinking from the clean one.
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Post by The Gambler on Jul 19, 2018 20:44:08 GMT
The squire reached out to grope her bare breast with greedy fingers as he took the bottle of wine with the other. He took a drink, before dropping it in the bed of hay, clearly focused on the task at hand.
(I made a Medicine roll. A success will mean it worked and the degree of your success will determine how long it takes to kick in. You have no way of knowing if it worked or not until it kicks in. If you failed the test, it wont.)
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Post by Barley on Jul 19, 2018 20:47:44 GMT
Barley gasped in mock shock as he wasted the wine and did the same, wrapping her arms around him and pressing close to him again, moving her hand along his member as he pawed at her and pulled him back towards the middle.
"Why don't you get comfy," She said, and smiled at him, pushing at his shoulder, "and I will give you a show before the finale."
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Post by The Gambler on Jul 19, 2018 20:55:39 GMT
The squire's curiosity was piqued and in his riled up state he did not need much convincing. He took a seat in the hay with his back against the stable wall, licentious drunken gaze expectantly resting on Barley.
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