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Post by The Great Other on Sept 3, 2012 14:53:33 GMT -5
Lorraine without looking runs into Wilhelm.
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Post by Ser Edric Reed on Sept 3, 2012 14:55:43 GMT -5
Edric steps over to Lorraine after she crashes into Wilhelm, unclipping his flagon of water from his waist.
"Here, my lady. Drink. You will feel better," he says handing the flagon to Lorraine.
Edric motions to one of the Gold Cloaks to go get some healing supplies.
"Is that an arrow in your back Wilhelm?!"
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Sept 3, 2012 14:56:14 GMT -5
Wilhelm pulls the arrow out allowing him to put the large sword in the sheath, when Lorraine runs into him he grabs her shoulders. "Are you alright?" He looks to Edric. "It was.."
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Sept 3, 2012 14:58:38 GMT -5
Lorraine stumbled into something solid. She clung to it, gagging a little, and beginning to cry. She thought of the man whose eye burst as her arrow entered it, and of the arrow that entered Stark's back...
Someone grabbed her shoulders and drew her up... She looked into his face...Stark's face. "But...I..." She looked confused.
She turned her head to the side and she saw Edric. "Oh, uh, thank you." She accepted the flagon of water, and managed to swallow a little.
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Post by Felric Crowl on Sept 3, 2012 15:01:42 GMT -5
Sitting on top of the man he killed, Felric wiped his blade off on the dead man's shirt. Looking at his now dirty dagger, he realized he'd have to find cleaner specimen than that. Sighing, he got up and passed the crying lion and injured wolf. He would need to find his arrows now and see what else the mountain men had on them...
(Survival roll: novice)
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Post by Ser Edric Reed on Sept 3, 2012 15:01:48 GMT -5
Edric takes the arrow from Wilhelm. "Gods, this looks like one of Felric Crowl's arrows. Hes the only bowman in the group who wouldn't carry the standard quiver of the Gold Cloaks. Weirwood with feathers of the albatross. Just like the rest in his quiver" he said, motioning to the man.
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Post by The Great Other on Sept 3, 2012 15:04:46 GMT -5
(Survival Roll: 83 Fail) He is able to find more then half his arrows.
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Sept 3, 2012 15:07:56 GMT -5
Wilhelm looks to the man picking up arrows and then looks down to the crying Lorraine. He is really unsure how to react, he recalls the Eyrie and then proceeds to hug Lorraine. He looks to Edric, "He could have missed...I did run into their horde." He says.
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Post by Ser Edric Reed on Sept 3, 2012 15:10:50 GMT -5
Edric thinks for a moment, "Possible yes, but he is an expert bowman. He won the archery tournament not but a few weeks ago."
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Sept 3, 2012 15:11:08 GMT -5
Lorraine felt his arms around her. How could she say it? She couldn't let Felric take the blame for her mistake. She
felt so stupid. She should have just gone inside with Aelinor and held her hands and sang hymns to the warrior... "It was me," she muttered. Overconfidence, she wouldn't touch a bow again.
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Post by Ser Edric Reed on Sept 3, 2012 15:13:22 GMT -5
Edric looks at Lorraine.
"What was you, my Lady?"
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Post by Princess Aelinor Targaryen on Sept 3, 2012 15:17:38 GMT -5
Aelinor heard Lorraine's words. It was mistake, she knew Lord Stark would know that.
She leaned against the door of the carriage, thanked the Gods they safe, but she remained inside. The princess saw that they had only lost a few, but she was still thankful to have the ones that were still alive with her.
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Post by Lorraine Lannister on Sept 3, 2012 15:17:50 GMT -5
She struggled to extricate herself from Stark's strong arms. "It wasn't Felric. He gave me his bow and told me to help. I wasn't much use and..." She started crying again.
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Post by Felric Crowl on Sept 3, 2012 15:25:42 GMT -5
Trudging back, Felric could only shake his head. He had only found half, and wooden weapons? It was how his people used to fight, he knew. But still... He saw Edric had one clasped in his hand. "Thank you Ser, seems I lost most of mine" he said as he plucked it from the man's hand. "Any left in the wagon little lion?"
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Post by Lord Wilhelm Stark on Sept 3, 2012 15:29:24 GMT -5
Wilhelm holds the crying lionfish close to his furs. He looks to Felric then down to Lorraine. "I am no mad."
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