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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jun 15, 2016 12:13:10 GMT
Nyles sidles to the door and draws his sword quietly, then enters the house with a calm and unhurried pace, scanning the room for an ambush before closing the door.
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Post by The Raven on Jun 15, 2016 17:09:31 GMT
Nyles finds the door unlocked as promised. He finds himself in the tannery section of the building, judging by all the pieces of leather on display. Through a doorway, the squire can make out the source of light through an open doorway behind the counter, as well as voices.
"Enough fidgeting, lass, nothing to be shy about. Just let Hearty Herb do all the work... And the hat already looks so fine on you!"
"Ah'm sorry, Ah... Ah didn't think this through. Ah thought this would be different."
"Different? Lassie, the act hasn't changed since the Father and Mother first got it on. Now come here and warm my hands."
"Ah'm sorry but..."
"I said come here!"
The entire street heard Visenya scream.
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jun 15, 2016 17:59:42 GMT
Nyles rolls his eyes. Good help is hard to find. He enters the room and lowers his blade at Herb. "The lady said no," he intoned. "And you've been a naughty, naughty boy Herb. We need to talk about that. I do believe your mother'd be ashamed with how you treat women." He gestures to Vis. "Get dressed, dear, sorry for all that. Lock the doors."
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Post by The Raven on Jun 15, 2016 20:08:13 GMT
Nyles rolls his eyes. Good help is hard to find. He enters the room and lowers his blade at Herb. "The lady said no," he intoned. "And you've been a naughty, naughty boy Herb. We need to talk about that. I do believe your mother'd be ashamed with how you treat women." He gestures to Vis. "Get dressed, dear, sorry for all that. Lock the doors." Herb has cornered a topless Visenya when Nyles enters. He takes his hands off her and slowly turns around. "Look at you... Little Leo Longspear... Think you can walk in a man's place of business and interrupt his transactions?" He begins slowly walking towards Nyles, while his near victim fled the room with her cloak. The man is six and a half feet, and despite the gut, has the arms of a working man. He's used to getting his way. "That's a fancy pig sticker." He reached for a fillet knife on the nearby table. "Here's mine." (You may roll to prevent him from arming himself.)
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jun 15, 2016 20:14:54 GMT
Nyles shows him the art of the fillet. He jabs at the man's stomach; he can grab the knife of having guts spilling out is his thing. 67 sword. "Don't leave, Vis," he calls out.
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Post by The Raven on Jun 15, 2016 20:57:14 GMT
Nyles shows him the art of the fillet. He jabs at the man's stomach; he can grab the knife of having guts spilling out is his thing. 67 sword. "Don't leave, Vis," he calls out. The squire's superior training reveals itself and Hearty Herb finds himself grasping his guts as he sinks to his knees. "Seriously...? I was at fucking Redgrass and I'm getting skewered in my own home? The fuck kind of justice is that?" It's unclear who he thinks he's speaking to. (A Hearty Wound for Hearty Herb.) There is no response from Visenya.
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jun 15, 2016 21:25:38 GMT
Nyles cursed inwardly. He hadn't wanted to kill the bastard. Yet. "As I was saying," he finally continued, "you have said naughty things to women. You and your friends were cursing Her Grace. You had a friend, tall, blonde, red dragon on his tunic. Who is he? Where can I find him?" He looked him over. "Medicine and silver would probably be really welcome for you. I can get both easy enough."
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Post by The Raven on Jun 15, 2016 21:36:46 GMT
Nyles cursed inwardly. He hadn't wanted to kill the bastard. Yet. "As I was saying," he finally continued, "you have said naughty things to women. You and your friends were cursing Her Grace. You had a friend, tall, blonde, red dragon on his tunic. Who is he? Where can I find him?" He looked him over. "Medicine and silver would probably be really welcome for you. I can get both easy enough." (Informal Persuasion roll succeeds. 1 Point awarded.) "B-Benjy? Benjy Blue Eyes? Ev-everyone kn-knows Benjy... He's... Everywhere..." He is clearly going into shock. "Everywhere..." Nyles heard the front door open and a voice yell out, "City Watch! Disarm if you want to keep your arms!"
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jun 15, 2016 21:39:28 GMT
Myles tries to patch him up. It worked once. This man might know more, and this was a bit of an evolving plan now. "Wounded man here!" He called out. He tosses his sword and dagger aside. "I'm unarmed trying to help him!"
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Post by The Raven on Jun 15, 2016 22:02:24 GMT
Myles tries to patch him up. It worked once. This man might know more, and this was a bit of an evolving plan now. "Wounded man here!" He called out. He tosses his sword and dagger aside. "I'm unarmed trying to help him!" 26 medicine Two gold cloaks enter, both brandishing shortswords. The one that Nyles recognizes from the street looks down at him. "That would be the rapist scum the girl mentioned. Here now, lad, no cause to play Septon. We don't need his like anyway." He sheathed his blade. The other one scoffed, leaving his out. "Speak for yourself, Sandor. You're not owed ten coppers by the sod." "Lesson learned, mate. Don't make wagers with known scoundrels." "Quite right... Quite right." The second man picked up Nyles's sword. "I certainly hope you have a writ of approval for these toys." (Failure.) Distracted by the City Watch's astounding sense of duty and honor, Nyles struggles to keep his victim alive. Unfortunately, the wound is too serious and Hearty Herb begins going into seizures from blood loss.
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jun 15, 2016 22:08:44 GMT
Nyles gives him up for dead. "Well, I hope the girl is all right." He presents the writ. "Is she with you? I must speak with her." He shows them the writ and asks for his weapons back. He looks about. "He won't miss ten copper now, I don't think."
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Post by The Raven on Jun 15, 2016 23:03:45 GMT
"Thievery is a crime, my son." Sandor takes the paper and upon reading it, whistles. "Argilac, this young man is the King's very own squire."
Argilac, still holding the sword, reads it over his shoulder. "Well, now... So he is. Won't His Grace be pleased about this spot of robbery and murder?"
"Oh, I don't know. Daemon's a just man. Great believer in law and order. Might not want such a man under his wing after finding out. On the other hand..."
Sandor holds out his towards Nyles.
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jun 15, 2016 23:20:57 GMT
"I meant for you," he said. "To get the ten copper you are rightly owed." He shakes his purse. "I am quite all right." He assumed the bribe would be required shortly. "I'm rather more concerned with the girl. This beast nearly raped her and she is in the cold with a cloak and her mother's two gifts to her and that's it." He gets his weapons assuming they let him and gathers her clothes. "I'd like to return them."
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Post by The Raven on Jun 16, 2016 0:03:41 GMT
"She's in the next room." Argilac handed the sword over. "Best be weary. We may be willing participants in the game of thrones, but we take care of the people worth taking care of. Herb may not be worth my boots, but that girl deserves better than to be dragged into your highborn schemes."
Sandor kept the writ.
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Post by Ethan Flatrivers on Jun 16, 2016 0:09:44 GMT
"I spent four years in the army," the fourteen year old said. "I can spot a rapist three leagues and a million people away. He was coming for her sooner or later, and she deserves a better job than she has now," he said sincerely. Nyles could kill someone like the tanner barely raising his pulse, but he had little real sense of cruelty to women. "And I have sisters. I assure you this isn't some game." He looks to the writ then the man. he takes the clothes to the girl in the next room. He sighs as he places them on something convenient. "I am sorry," he said. "If it is all right with you, I'd like to make it up to you."
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