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Post by The Gambler on Jan 4, 2014 15:19:29 GMT -5
As Daenya turned, she heard a loud creak, which rhythmically followed the deliberate tempo of the song. The first thing she spotted was Bert directly in front of her, upon his knees with the cleaver beside him. Tears and snot streamed down his face, mouth opened in a silent scream as he blubbered uncontrollably into his spade-sized hands.
The reason why became quickly apparent. A woman of similar age and size was sprawled upon the wooden floor in an ever-widening pool of blood, clearly the wife the barkeep had mentioned. Her throat had been opened in a manner common to assassins, stabbing the side of the neck to skewer the larynx to avoid the victim making sound before pulling the blade outward to sever the artery.
Next her eyes went to the two children, a boy and a girl who sat on their knees sobbing before a creaking rocking chair. Around 4 and 7 respectively, Daenya noted that the boy was clutching his right shoulder at an awkward angle, it having been dislocated. The young girl cried hysterically, wailing "Mommy!" every few moments as she clutched a crude stuffed animal.
Had it not been for the movement of the rocking chair he sat upon or the haunting melody that rang out from beneath his mask, Daenya might have missed Trajan entirely, clad all in black with his face obscured by that unsettling skull. He rocked methodically, the bloody bravo blade in his lap as the children sat before him. Some men dreamed of being king, but it seemed this was the only throne and fealty the Knight Inquisitor required.
Way, hey and up she rises
Way, hey and up she rises
Way, hey and up she rises
Early in the morning
He finished the song as Daenya entered, his spare hand moving like he was conducting some masterpiece.
"Why?" Bert asked, turning his tear-brimmed eyes away from the form in the chair to Daenya. "Why?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 15:23:24 GMT -5
Daenya grinned and placed her sword on Bert's shoulder, pulling off her cloak to reveal her hair.
"Must be your undying loyalty to the crown, hmmm?" She said, smiling down at him. "But you don't ask the questions. We do. Are you ready to answer them?"
She wasn't entirely sure if that was the way it was supposed to go, but Daenya didn't care. The man was a pathetic shit and all she hoped for was the ability to end his stupid wailing once the questions were done.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 4, 2014 15:35:10 GMT -5
Seeing the silver-gold hair of the Targaryen line, Bert immediately prostrated himself upon the floor.
"Princess, I beg of you, I have done nothing wrong!" he sobbed, shock and confusion causing his words to run together. "My children have done nothing wrong!"
"You have sweet children, Bert." Trajan said, the mask giving his voice an ominous quality, placing his thin braavosi blade upon the boy's shoulder. "I took the liberty of knighting the boy while we were waiting. He fought so valiantly to defend his mother."
"Don't hurt my boy!" Bert wailed. "Not my Benny boy!"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 15:38:12 GMT -5
"Then start by acting like a fucking man," Daenya growled, pressing the cold flat of her sword against his cheek. "Sit down on that chair, and wipe your face, you're pathetic." She looked over to his son. "Your little Benny boy is more man than you."
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 4, 2014 15:42:10 GMT -5
Bert looked as if he had been struck, but hobbled over and did he was bid, the big man looking cowed and miserable in a chair that was not quite large enough for his girth.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 15:44:02 GMT -5
Daenya sheathed her sword and took another chair, pulling it up beside him and sitting down on it, legs crossed in tight leather breeches.
"So, my friend has some questions for you. You will answer them honestly or bad things happen."
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 4, 2014 15:56:15 GMT -5
Bert looked into her violet eyes, imploring her for mercy, not seeming to understand what was happening or why. He looked to the specter in the rocking chair, but quickly flinched away, preferring to look at the princess.
"Bertram the Butcher." Trajan spoke. "You know of Faith activity in the city. We wish to know what you know."
At this point, understanding dawned on Bert's face, followed by confusion.
"Is that what this was about?" he asked, incredulous, standing wobbly to his feet. "None have called me that in twenty years! 'aven't served the Faith in twenty years. Gave that up when I took that arrow to the knee!"
He raised his scarred hand for emphasis. In the moonlight, Daenya could see it had once been a seven-pointed star, marking him as a member of the Poor Fellows. The skin around it had been scraped away to mar the holy sigil.
"Settled here, raised a family, 'ave been a good servant of the Crown since. Just folk now, not a soldier. You've got the wrong man!"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 16:02:51 GMT -5
Daenya blinked and realized what was going on. She heard the wailing behind her and knew not to look, else she might run from the room. She would have to keep up the act for now.
"I don't believe you," She said, trying her best to keep that same menacing smile on her face, her heart beating far quicker than normal.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 4, 2014 16:59:44 GMT -5
"Only one way to be sure." Trajan said softly.
Daenya heard a twang followed by a disquieting gurgling sound behind her.
"Gods no!" Bert screamed, voice cracking from emotion, trying to push passed Daenya to reach his family.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 17:07:50 GMT -5
Daenya tried to push the sounds from behind her away, her heart acheing to make Trajan stop. But she couldn't, she knew it, and so she steeled herself.
"Sit down," She said, her voice empty of emotion as she pushed Bert back into his chair. "Tell... us... the truth."
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 4, 2014 17:15:06 GMT -5
The gurgling noise persisted behind her, accompanied with the distinctive sound of a crossbow being reloaded.
"I am telling you the truth!" Bert wailed. "I put that all behind me! Please! My girl! My little girl!"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 17:19:06 GMT -5
Daenya closed her eyes, fighting with herself. She wanted to scream, to cry, to run away. She wanted to make this all be a bad nightmare, to wake up in her comfortable bed.
It was all real however. All too real.
"You must know some names. From back in the day," She heard herself say, forced herself to say. "One name, that is all we want."
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 4, 2014 17:26:22 GMT -5
"I don't know anyone! That was twenty years ago!" Bert said, eyes wide with horror, trauma already taking hold. "This blasted war claimed everyone I knew. Part of the reason I left."
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 17:30:43 GMT -5
Daenya growled and turned about, grabbing Bert's daughter and dragging her upright over to the chair. She pressed her head down on the seat and took her sword, the blade resting on her neck.
"Last fucking chance you pathetic piece of shit," She snarled. "I will cut her fucking head off, understood?!"
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 4, 2014 17:44:42 GMT -5
As she turned to grab the daughter, she saw that the girl was already dead, a black crossbow bolt buried in her throat. She had died gurgling, clutching the stuffed animal in confusion and fear.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 17:47:37 GMT -5
In that case she did the whole thing with the boy.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 4, 2014 18:04:32 GMT -5
She grabbed the boy's dislocated arm, a squeal of pain ringing out as she yanked him over and put a blade to his throat.
"I don't know anything!" Bert swore, through snot and tears. "Please, not my boy!"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 18:06:12 GMT -5
Daenya spat in his face and turned to Trajan. "He's telling the truth."
She turned back, raised her sword and brought it down, hacking Bert's son's head off. The blood spattered on her face and she turned to Bert, grinning wickedly as she licked the blood off her face.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 4, 2014 18:11:14 GMT -5
"NO!" Bert wailed, launching forward suddenly in desperate rage to tackle Daenya to the ground.
His weight bore down on her, making it difficult to breathe, as the blade clattered from her hands. The massive man, no sign of the genuine smile that had been on his face most of the evening, struck her with one of his spade-sized hands, causing her to see starts before he wrapped his sausage fingers around her throat.
Trajan seemed content to sit and watch in silence, the creaking of the rocking chair continuing as he rocked back and forth lazily.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 18:24:17 GMT -5
Daenya grunted and fought back with all her strength. While one hand tried to get his off her throat her other went behind her, grabbing one of her arrows from the quiver. If she could she would try and slam it point first through his neck.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 4, 2014 18:34:32 GMT -5
Her eyes began to water and she saw spots as her fingers desperately closed around the feathered shaft of one of her arrows, the behemoth above her breathing heavily as snot, tears, and spittle dripped upon her face. With the last bit of strength before passing out, she showed the point of the arrow through his eye, though it became stuck in the bone of his socket before it could reach his brain. Bert howled, clutching his face with his hands, sweet breath flooding Daenya's lungs as she gasped.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 18:43:06 GMT -5
Daenya sucked in air and dragged herself out from under him, taking a long time to recover before glaring up at Trajan.
"Thanks for the fucking help!!!"
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 4, 2014 18:49:36 GMT -5
Trajan pointed in silence to Bert, who was still clutching his gouged out eye.
"You bitch!" the barkeep roared in rage, going for the cleaver he had dropped earlier. "Fucking abominations the lot of you!"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2014 18:54:38 GMT -5
Daenya turned and retrieved her sword, before going to stab it through Bert's back, all the time keeping a safe distance from him.
"Fucking great help you are," She hissed, cleaning her blade on Bert's tunic.
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Post by The Gambler on Jan 4, 2014 19:01:20 GMT -5
"You wanted to prove your talents would be wasted as a scout." Trajan said, as her sword was shoved through Betram's considerable mass and sprang out from his chest. "That means you had to do more than watch."
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too