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Post by Maester Percival on Jul 4, 2016 19:41:05 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. Percival frowned, and rubbed at his own chin. "Your brother likes to beat those who cannot return the favor." Percival replied under his breath. He had done his best locked in the dark with medical supplies but there would be scars there for the rest of his life he was sure. Another sin of Lord Piggy. "How many bandits? Where are the rest of your men? Any more wounded?"
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Post by Vex on Jul 4, 2016 19:50:16 GMT
"No. They all died," she said, still studying his face. "Seventeen bandits, I think." To avoid confusion, she just decided to go with the final count. "We lost seven men."
Having not witnessed this nor heard anything of this incident, she had to think which of her brothers was most likely to do something like that. "Which brother? Belric?" she inquired, a bit skeptical. "Why?"
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Post by Maester Percival on Jul 4, 2016 19:57:23 GMT
Percival opened his mouth, and then shut it slowly. He ground his teeth for a moment, "He struck me because I did not speak when spoken to." He fought to keep the color out of his cheeks as she studied his face. He had always been a proud man. The slight disfigurement bothered him a great deal more then he wanted any one to know.
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Post by Boros on Jul 4, 2016 20:29:54 GMT
"Blrmrerememwer..." Hoster muttered lying on the improvised sickbed in the middle of the yard. The milk of the poppy should have knocked him out good, but years living amidst shit had made him resistant to a bunch of substances. "Someone..."
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jul 4, 2016 20:33:05 GMT
Willem watched Hoster mumbling for what sounded like help, but did nothing about it, remaining seated upon his horse. There he continued to patiently wait for the Maester to finish with Dacey so he could get his promised explanation of what had happened.
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jul 4, 2016 20:56:12 GMT
Belric had been indisposed when word reached him of his uncle's return. The servant who had delivered the news did a poor job of explaining the severity of the injuries his family had sustained. When he saw the bloody mess that was Hoster, his heart skipped a beat, fearing the worst.
"What in the fuckin' seven hells happened?" Asking anyone who was listening, his voice was ridged and desperate.
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Post by Benjen Blackfort on Jul 4, 2016 20:59:30 GMT
"Shit happened, chief," Benjen replied. He had watched the maester at work in uncharacteristic silence. "All the others are dead. Bandits and our boys both. Though it's getting hard to tell the difference."
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jul 4, 2016 21:01:12 GMT
Willem, still none the wiser as to why he had been sent away before an attack than he had been before hearing Benjen's answer, sat silently waiting to get the information that Belric wanted as well. He looked somewhat pointedly in Dacey's direction, not wanting to throw her to the wolves, but feeling that she needed to speak.
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Post by Boros on Jul 4, 2016 21:04:12 GMT
"Wha... Why can't a see? What da feck did ye do to me, ye basterd?" Hoster barked at no one in particular, he tried to move both his arms bot none seemed to asnwer his commands. In fact, he felt a strange lightness on the left side of his body. "Wine, som'one bring me fecking wine."
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Post by Benjen Blackfort on Jul 4, 2016 21:09:18 GMT
Ben didn't know shit about healing a man, but he did know a lot about getting one shitfaced. He knelt beside his uncle and lifted his wine skin to the guard captain's lips, letting him drink.
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Post by Boros on Jul 4, 2016 21:13:17 GMT
"Who's tis?" Hoster asked between gulps of the wine he was given. His face felt swollen as if he had just been trampled by a fright horse. "What da feck is goin' on?" He felt a knot in his throat, his voice was filled with fear, insecurity and despair.
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Post by Maester Percival on Jul 4, 2016 21:14:14 GMT
"Wha... Why can't a see? What da feck did ye do to me, ye basterd?" Hoster barked at no one in particular, he tried to move both his arms bot none seemed to asnwer his commands. In fact, he felt a strange lightness on the left side of his body. "Wine, som'one bring me fecking wine." Percival walked over and slapped the wine from Hoster's mouth. "Don't give him wine you fool. With the herbs I have given him he could sleep and never wake up." He gave the fool a derisive look before looking down to Hoster, "You lost an eye and your arm. You are lucky to be alive. Only my skill kept you from dying where you lay. Now shut your foul mouth and go back to sleep."
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Post by Boros on Jul 4, 2016 21:19:35 GMT
Percival walked over and slapped the wine from Hoster's mouth. "Don't give him wine you fool. With the herbs I have given him he could sleep and never wake up." He gave the fool a derisive look before looking down to Hoster, "You lost an eye and your arm. You are lucky to be alive. Only my skill kept you from dying where you lay. Now shut your foul mouth and go back to sleep." Hoster went silent after he was told the news, he stopped struggling, he felt empty.... His eye, his arm, gone. "Why didn' ye let me die?!" He barked, his voice was faint now. It was clear he had been trying to put some strength behind it but failed. "Just lemme die, fer feck sake."
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Jul 4, 2016 21:20:28 GMT
Having been informed of the party's return, Edmure made his way to the gates. Appalled at what he saw, he quickly sought out Willem who together with the men he had led out, appeared to be uninjured. As soon as he saw that, he knew what the party led by his sister and uncle had done.
"They attacked the bandits without waiting for your return it appears." he said to Willem loudly, not caring who heard. "Who the fuck made that decision?"
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Post by Lord Belric Blackfort on Jul 4, 2016 21:23:43 GMT
"How many men are dead? How the fuck did this happen?" He walked over to Hoster, kneeling next to him. "Where's my sister?"
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