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Post by Ser Trajan Waters on Aug 27, 2012 19:33:12 GMT -5
In a last ditch effort, Fletcher flips the dagger over and hurls it at the High Septon, before attempting to counter and disarm the commander with his hands.
(Small Blades-Noteworthy)
(Unarmed-Apprentice)
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Post by The Great Other on Aug 27, 2012 19:40:15 GMT -5
Just then shouts are herd in the hall.
(Small Blades Roll: 127 Pass)
(Apprentice Roll: 97 Fail)
The Dagger flies and hits the Septon in the back he lays on the ground not moving. However he is unable to grip the sword and Fletcher takes the sword to the gut.
Soon the prince kicks in the door in Full Plate armor.
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Post by Ser Trajan Waters on Aug 27, 2012 19:54:16 GMT -5
Fletcher gasps in genuine pain this time as the sword passes into his stomach. He coughs up a glob of blood which he promptly spits into the commander's face.
"The Heretic sends his regards." he said coldly, each word laced in defiance. "May the truth set you free."
As the prince burst into the room, Fletcher laughed.
"The...resemblance...is uncanny." he said as his eyes passed over the royal's silver hair and purple eyes.
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Post by The Great Other on Aug 27, 2012 19:58:53 GMT -5
The Commander Runs Fletcher though, ending his miserable life. Tossing his body down on the floor he runs over to the High Septon, the Maester runs in and checks him. "Get him to the Tower! He still lives!"
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Post by Ser Trajan Waters on Aug 28, 2012 17:21:00 GMT -5
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Silas made his rounds of the Great Sept, the crystal seven pointed star of his station heavy on his neck. He fingers the iron coin in the pocket of his robes depicting the broken star, a trinket given by The Heretic to all his loyal brothers. It was a death sentence to be caught with one, but some risks were worth it when each day you live a lie.
He walked the pews, blessing and confessing in the name of the Seven. Forcing down the bile he felt rising in his throat with each false prayer.
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Post by The Great Other on Aug 28, 2012 19:34:04 GMT -5
The Great Sept in in lock down, Second Sons are on guard everywhere.
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Post by Ser Trajan Waters on Aug 28, 2012 20:13:38 GMT -5
Silas approaches the nearest Second Son.
"How fairs our Holy Father?" he asked.
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Post by The Great Other on Aug 28, 2012 20:28:22 GMT -5
"Unknown," The armored man said. "He has been up in that tower for days."
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Post by Ser Trajan Waters on Aug 28, 2012 22:19:13 GMT -5
"I shall pray for him." Silas replied, cursing Fletcher for having failed.
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