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 Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 4:06 am |
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Location: The eyes of Grimney.
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*Creed and Vortigern move to either side of Philomena and flank her*.
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PhilomenaAquitaine
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2014 4:10 am |
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Location: Looking pretty behind the bar at Holme's Tavern
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Life is full of choices and there are always the nice ways of doing things.
*Lightning cracks overhead*
And the hard way of doing things.
*She sighs*
It is always a shame when people are too foolish to take the easy option.
*The mermaid brushes her hair out her eyes.*
The prisoners belong to the Queen. Not to Bolt, not to the militia and not to you.
*She climbs up onto the kelpie and pats his neck*
Maybe you will have a feast on human flesh today.
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RayesDargon
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 12:50 am |
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Joined: Thu May 01, 2014 8:29 am
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Location: Grimney Militia
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A storm maiden....
*Rayes mutters uneasily and looks up at the darkening sky*.
Could be the Princess.....
*He whispers*.
Tyrus.... We should......
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TyrusGelt
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 1:11 am |
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Joined: Tue Jan 07, 2014 10:09 am
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Location: Grimney Militia
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*Tyrus flashes his whip and the horses charge forward. Rayes is thrown back in his seat. The carriage races along the road as lightning strikes down from the sky*.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 1:12 am |
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Joined: Thu Oct 27, 2011 10:59 pm
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Location: The eyes of Grimney.
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*Creed draws his sword as Vortigern leaps out of the way. Creed is struck by the carriage and tumbles across the road. The thunderous wheels roll onwards, Philomena's kelpie rears it front legs in panic. Vortigern grabs the animal's reigns in an attempt to steady him.
Hawk calmly draws a small crossbow, aims and fires. The bolt embeds itself in a wooden panel panel behind Tyrus and Rayes. Tyrus cracks his whip more ferociously. Arlan and Raif gallop alongside as the carriage races past them.
Arlan leaps on to the side of the carriage and clambers on to the roof. Raif draws his sword and continues to give chase*.
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PhilomenaAquitaine
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2014 8:09 am |
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*She pats the kelpie and speaks to him gently in a strange language. The steed calms down and Vortigern releases the reins*
Vortigern, we must go after them.... I do not know who the prisoners are but I will not leave them to the mercies of the militia.
*Lightning strikes the ground before the horses causing them to suddenly stop. Tyrus and Rayes are flung forward and onto the ground. Philomena gallops forward and grabs the reins.*
Calm now boys, no more storm I promise you.
*The horses begin to calm as the storm abates*
Stand quiet, that's good horses.... no more storm... no more whips... you are safe now.
*She looks at Rayes and Tyrus on the ground and addresses the knights.*
Take care of those two wretches then we will see to Creed.
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RayesDargon
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 2:38 am |
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Joined: Thu May 01, 2014 8:29 am
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Location: Grimney Militia
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*Rayes scrambles to his feet and limps away towards the trees. He is whimpering and crying as he tries to make good his escape*.
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TyrusGelt
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 2:40 am |
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Joined: Tue Jan 07, 2014 10:09 am
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Location: Grimney Militia
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*Tyrus sits up. He groans as he lifts his bloodied arm and reaches for his whip*.
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UlricHawk
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 2:43 am |
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Joined: Thu Mar 27, 2014 10:03 am
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Location: Kanaran Military
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*Hawk takes aim with his crossbow and fires a second bolt, it whizzes through the air and plummets into the back of Rayes neck. Hawk watches as the Militia man falls*.
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ArlanLex
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2014 2:46 am |
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Location: Kanaran Military
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*Arlan smiles and raises her boot. She brings it down on Tyrus's fingers and grinds them into the dirt*.
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