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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Sept 5, 2012 9:10:12 GMT -5
I will certainly repent this... He breathed deeply and focused.
Occult: Notheworthy
Pyromancie: Apprentice
Illusionism: Novice
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Post by The Great Other on Sept 5, 2012 9:45:08 GMT -5
(Occult Roll: 158 Pass)
(Pyromancie Roll: 94 Fail)
(Illusionism Roll: 55 Critical Fail)
Well...what he was trying to do did not work...but it did make him see like a warlock. Some Household guards point their swords and spears at him while others run away in fear that the seven protect them.
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Post by Eliana Dayne on Sept 5, 2012 9:47:39 GMT -5
Baelish sat forward a little
"Seize him." he said almost lazily to the guards who took him by his arms roughly. "Now it is my turn to impress you... Take him to the cells."
He turned away as the Lynderly was dragged away to the cells.
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Sept 5, 2012 11:46:27 GMT -5
Donal saw the guards coming. He knew he could beat them... He grabbed his sword, lit it on fire and focused he knew he could use his abilities better this time."May the Lord of Light protect me..."
Flaming Longsword- Apprentice
Occult- Noteworthy
Pyromancie-Apprentice
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Post by The Great Other on Sept 5, 2012 16:39:12 GMT -5
(Flaming Longsword Roll: 90 Fail)
(Occult Roll: 113 Pass)
(Pyromancie Roll: 102 Fail)
Again very warlockish he attempts to catch his sword on fire but fails and the embers fall to the floor.
"He is a Red Priest!" The Guards yell stabbing his legs making him kneel.
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Sept 5, 2012 16:41:54 GMT -5
"I yield... I yield..." He screamed. "Don't kill me, I beg... let me take the black my lord... I should be very useful in the wall..."
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Post by Eliana Dayne on Sept 5, 2012 17:53:40 GMT -5
The Baelish smiled slightly. "Why? Would you attempt to make them warm?" he said with obvious humor.
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Sept 5, 2012 18:23:42 GMT -5
"Aye, my lord... Just don't kill me... take me to the cells and let me waiting there until someone can make sure I hit the Wall..." He begged.
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Post by Eliana Dayne on Sept 5, 2012 18:25:18 GMT -5
"I wouldn't waste my breath commanding that they should take you." Baelish said with a look of disgust.
"you are no real man, begging like that."
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Sept 5, 2012 18:31:01 GMT -5
He needed to get to the Wall somehow, R'hllor had shown it in his flames, but the man was not cooperating. He tried one last trick... "My lord... That's what I am, I'm no man, at least no man like you... But even not being a man, under the laws of all gods and men I have the right to choose between my head on a spike or the Wall..."
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Post by Eliana Dayne on Sept 5, 2012 18:38:29 GMT -5
"We shall see." Baelish said, he nodded to the guards who dragged Lynderly to the cells.
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Lord Aldric Arryn
Zealous 
Warden of the East, Lord of the Eyrie, Defender of the Vale
Posts: 165
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Post by Lord Aldric Arryn on Sept 5, 2012 19:28:17 GMT -5
With a loud crash Ser Victor Arryn throws open the Great Hall doors, "May I present his lordship, Lord Aldric Arryn, Lord of the Eyrie, Defender of the Vale and Warden of the East."
Aldric walks quickly into the Great Hall he was somewhat in awe of his Uncle announcement of him. Wearing a long woolen cloak with some soft gloves and still in his black riding boots. The young man looks around for Lord Waymar or his heir Podrick.
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Sept 5, 2012 19:30:23 GMT -5
Pod had just arrived in the hall... just in time to see the Lord's entrance. "My Lord, it's an honor to have you as my... I meant... my father's guest..." He bowed.
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Lord Aldric Arryn
Zealous
Warden of the East, Lord of the Eyrie, Defender of the Vale
Posts: 165
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Post by Lord Aldric Arryn on Sept 5, 2012 19:39:06 GMT -5
Aldric looked to Podrick, "Ah Podrick it is good to see you again." The two had both been at the Bloody Gate, Aldric looks around for somewhere to sit, "Do you have enough wind up here. By the Seven."
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Post by Ser Podrick Baelish on Sept 5, 2012 19:43:11 GMT -5
"My Lord, seat here..." He pointed to his father's chair..." My lord father is taking his bath, but he surely won't bother..." He suddenly remembered..." My condolences for your father, may he rest under the light of the Seven..."
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