Barley
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Post by Barley on Jul 4, 2016 6:31:09 GMT
"It matters not now. Take the men and go." Saesha said and orders ten guardsmen to go with Ser Willem, "If you need men to go and help your family, take these ten now, either that or we wait for my husband."
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jul 4, 2016 6:36:54 GMT
Willem nodded.
"I am sure ten will suffice, my lady." He replied. "That should give us an advantage in numbers unless lady Dacey did not see all of the bandits. Unless you or Ser Edmure have further orders for me I will get myself a fresh mount and return to Lady Dacey's group so that law may be restored to your lands."
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Barley
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Post by Barley on Jul 4, 2016 6:38:22 GMT
"With all haste, Ser," Saesha inclined her head and motioned in the direction of the stables.
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jul 4, 2016 6:46:04 GMT
Ser Willem bowed his head. "As you will it, my Lady."
He looked sympathetically at the silent Edmure briefly, taking his silence as a concession of defeat in the matter. Then he rushed off to the stables, grabbed the nearest looking mount that he didn't think belonged to anyone important and led it back to the main gate. There he drank the water gratefully that Lady Saesha had had fetched for him while waiting for his small force to assemble. Once they had he led them out of the gates and back towards the clay pits at as quick a speed as they could manage.
(Horsemanship 66)
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The Gambler
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Post by The Gambler on Jul 4, 2016 6:49:48 GMT
The group sets off, riding hard.
(You can arrive in the thread immediately.)
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Jul 4, 2016 6:55:02 GMT
"Take ten men, and then perhaps Ser Edmure could accompany you and actually deal with the task he was given by my husband?" Like his elder brother, Edmure had a volcanic temper. Unlike his elder brother, he kept it governed most of the time. Now it flared. "If I was given the task by your husband as you say, then let me deal with it. I don't require advice or meddling from someone who has never commanded men in battle before." Without another word to Saesha, he walked off, making for the Kingspyre Tower.
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Barley
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Post by Barley on Jul 4, 2016 12:43:45 GMT
Seasha could have shouted after him in response, how he wasn't taking the responsibility seriously, how he was doing a piss poor job of doing his task when he seemed happy to see one fifth of their force potentially put in needless risk. That he didn't know her, what she'd done.
But she did not, instead she calmly watched him leave, and went about her day.
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Post by Benjen Blackfort on Jul 4, 2016 17:52:21 GMT
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Benjen rides ahead, galloping through the gate on a bandit's horse. "You!" Ben pointed at the first person he saw in Blackfort livery. "Go get the fucking maester and tell him to bring his tools. We got three wounded. Go!"
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Post by The Gambler on Jul 4, 2016 18:08:22 GMT
The man sprinted off to do exactly that. In fact, two men did, one running to the dungeons and the other to the maester's chamber at the top of Widow's Tower. It was hard to keep track of Percival's current favor with Lord Blackfort.
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Post by Maester Percival on Jul 4, 2016 18:46:07 GMT
Percival came down from his tower. He had just bathed himself again to get out the foul odor of the dungeons off of him. Percival had not bothered with his robe or chain. He was wearing just trousers and boots. His hair was still wet and freshly cut. He carried his bag of medical supplies and a frown. He walked up to the wounded idiots and began to examine their wounds.
Medical 61
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jul 4, 2016 18:52:33 GMT
Ser Willem watched the maester work from his mount, not wanting to dismount again. The physical exertions of the day had been making his injured foot quite sore.
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Post by The Gambler on Jul 4, 2016 19:11:10 GMT
He sees to Hoster's wounds first, as he is the most injured. For a moment the maester was at a loss, unsure of what to do or how to proceed. His face is a ruined mess; a broken nose, a dozen shattered teeth, and his eye filled with blood. The vicious beating from Donnel had caused a chunk of bone fragment to lodge itself in his right eye. He would be blind in it for the rest of his life. That is not the worst of it however. Donnel had hacked into Hoster's shoulder, through the chain, and into the bone and ligament. There was no way to staunch the bleeding without severing the limb. So Percival went to work with bonesaw and hot irons, cutting the arm off at the shoulder and searing the wound closed, before applying a poultice and bandaging it. Hoster awoke in the middle, to curse and scream, before Percival jammed a funnel down his throat and force fed him milk of the poppy to knock him back out. Then he bandaged his face and set his jaw as best he could, ensuring the man did not drown in his own blood and saliva. He would live, just barely.
After the challenge that Hoster had presented, Willis was easy by comparison, the Maester working skillfully to remove the barbs, one which had narrowly missed his lung, one which had narrowly missed his liver, and a last which had narrowly missed his spine. Despite likely believing the contrary at the moment, Willis was a very lucky man. Percival removed the chunks of wood with forceps and carefully ensured all the splinters were removed less they cause infection and sepsis. Then he filled the wounds with boiling wine, applied salves, and bandaged him from neck to waist like a mummy.
Dacey was even simpler by comparison. The maester inspected the injury to the back of her head first, a gash she had taken in her tumble down the stairs. Seeing no skull or brain matter, he stitched it up and moved onto her back. The cross of gashes were stitched up, such wounds deep but commonplace after 5 years of war. He disinfected and expertly bound them as he had Willis'.
(+3 Medical for Percival. Saved Hoster from Death by 2 points. Dacey will suffer -10 to fighting and athletic rolls for a month. Willis will suffer -15 to fighting and athletic rolls for a month. Hoster will suffer -20 to fighting and athletic rolls for a month and -10 to fighting and athletic rolls permanently, as well as losing the use of a shield or any two handed weapon. He will however gain +5 to Intimidation rolls)
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Post by Maester Percival on Jul 4, 2016 19:17:53 GMT
Percival worked hard and quietly on the first two men. That meant by the time he got to Dacey, he was ready to let her have a peace of his mind. "What did the three of your fucking stumble into? You all seem to have been batted around like kittens in the paw of a wolf. What the fuck happened?"
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Vex
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Post by Vex on Jul 4, 2016 19:26:37 GMT
"Bandits," Dacey replied. "What happened to you?" she asked in return, frowning a little. And to think the maester had looked so handsome before.
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jul 4, 2016 19:30:25 GMT
Had anyone been watching Willem carefully they would have seen the fainest of smiles on his face as Hoster's arm was amputated.
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