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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Jan 13, 2014 15:27:05 GMT -5
Brandon felt around for the ring and when he found it pulled. "You go first," he whispered "I will be right behind."
He gave the Septon some space and then followed along behind in silence.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 13, 2014 15:32:28 GMT -5
The septon went first. Inside, there were a few dim lamps so tey didn't have to blunder along in the darkness. It looked to be quite a long passage which Brandon realised was hard packed earth shored up with wooden supports. At the far end, a door, closed.
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Jan 13, 2014 16:10:46 GMT -5
Brandon pondered about the time and effort spent building this hide out. It suggested a level of sophistication great than he had given the Fellows credit for.
"Open the door slowly," he whispered to the Septon.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 13, 2014 16:39:55 GMT -5
The septon opened the door very slowly. They found themselves in a small room that looked like a larder and cellar. Game was hung from the walls, along with onions and other vegetables, and a few casks of ale were to one side.
As they crossed the hard earth floor, they heard voices on the other side of the door on the other side, which had two bars on the tiny window.
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Jan 13, 2014 16:48:06 GMT -5
Brandon gestured for the Septon to keep still and crossed the hard earth as quietly as he knew how, sticking to the shadows as he moved to peek inside at the barred window, to see who was there.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 13, 2014 17:12:56 GMT -5
He saw two men in roughspun robes, each carrying spears of fire-hardened wood. Both were scruffy and bearded. Beyond them the room they were in was full of shadows interspersed by lit wall sconces but he saw a spit where another man sat cooking a sheep.
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Jan 13, 2014 17:18:53 GMT -5
Brandon strained his ear to hear what their talk was of.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 13, 2014 17:28:30 GMT -5
He hear them talking about the war in the south and what it will mean for their little group. The talk is definitely treasonous.
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Jan 13, 2014 17:30:15 GMT -5
He looked to see if there seemed to be anyway to get by them by stealth, perhaps in shadows cast by the fire upon which they roasted the sheep.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 13, 2014 17:39:26 GMT -5
There was no guarantee of remaining undetected, unfortunately. If the two men remained engrossed in their conversation it might be possible for Brandon to sneak past them - if they didn't notice the door opening - but they were still very close.
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Jan 13, 2014 22:52:02 GMT -5
OOC: the one with the sheep is unarmed?
IC: there was no way of knowing how many men were present or if the girl was even here. Sighing softly Brandon drew his sword. He would attempt to creep past them but if he failed he would be in for it.
He whispered to the septon, "go back up, find Massey's men and show them down here. I will try to find the girl if I can."
When the septon had left be slowly, ever so slowly opened the door and began to make his way past.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 14, 2014 10:38:11 GMT -5
OOC - the guy with the sheep has a regular knife thrust through a rope belt but that's all.
The septon reluctantly headed back down the passage to begin the ascent.
Brandon's attempt starts off well. He gets past the two men, clearly still engrossed in their conversation in which a number of very rude and treacherous things are said about House Targaryen. He creeps along to the side of the wall. The other man, the one turning the spit, turns his head towards his companions and remarks "The little brat better like mutton, the effort I'm goin' to for her."
"Let her starve," one of the sentries remarked. "She's just dragonspawn."
"Be no good if she dies of hunger. Won't have no hostage then."
1st espionage roll=success
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Jan 14, 2014 10:50:35 GMT -5
Brandon paused. With luck he hoped to follow the mutton chef back to the girl. He looked around for a place he could take cover to hide until the time came to follow the cook.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 14, 2014 11:10:05 GMT -5
OOC - espionage success
Brandon finds that he can hide behind a tall cupboard. Meanwhile, the men continue their talk of Ser Hector's glory and the hold he has over the septons and the maesters. The cook turns the spit.
Fortunately it's not such a long time before the mutton is cooked, carved and placed on a platter with green beans and bread and a cup of watered down ale. The cook starts for the door.
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Jan 14, 2014 11:55:41 GMT -5
Brandon paused for a four count, waited till the two spearmen didn't seem to be looking, and then moved to sneak behind the cook.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 14, 2014 12:00:20 GMT -5
He manages to do so as the two men are clearly not expecting intruders and one of them is telling the story of how he saw Ser Hector kill a dragon at the Battle of Bitterbridge.
The cook steps out into a hallway, which has no torches execept one at the far end. There are a few doors, losed, but the cook goes on until he turns a corner.
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Jan 14, 2014 14:45:24 GMT -5
Brandon approached the corner, and peeked around the side to get a sense of where the Cook had gone.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 14, 2014 14:53:02 GMT -5
There's several more doors. The man goes to one at the far end of the long corridor which stretches out from the corner. There are a few sconces on the wall to give it light.
The cook fumbles with a set of keys as he goes to open the door, whilst holding the tray of food in the other.
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Jan 14, 2014 15:06:27 GMT -5
Brandon crossed the distance behind the man, trying to stick to the shadows, his sword held up at eye level. When he reached an appropriate distance, he would bury the blade in the man's brain stem as soon as the door was open, and hopefully catch the man's corpse before it hit the ground.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 14, 2014 15:19:16 GMT -5
Espionage roll - successful
Long blade roll - ultra successful!
Brandon creeps forward, doing his best to keep in the shadows. He does well, making it all the way down the corridor. The man opens the door. Brandon drives his sword into the man's brain. A brief cry and the man collapses, the tray falling forward out of his arms. It crashes to the ground, spilling food and drink.
In the far corner of the room, a dark haired girl looks up with big, frightened eyes. Her pretty blue dress is torn. She huddles into a small ball. She looks close to tears.
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Jan 14, 2014 15:42:57 GMT -5
Brandon put his finger in front of his lips, "I'm here to rescue you," he whispered, dragging the Poor Fellow's corpse inside the cell, along with the plate of food, and taking the keys.
"Can you come with me?" he asked, "We need to be very careful and very quiet, alright?"
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 14, 2014 16:04:05 GMT -5
Brandon vaguely recognises the girl as his niece Helaena, though Valarr's wife rarely brings her younger children to court. There was no recognition from Helaena wbut she nodded.
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Jan 14, 2014 16:06:04 GMT -5
He extended his hand, and took the little girl's hands in his own, before moving out of the cell, his sword held out in front of him as he crept stealthily back the way they had come, pausing at the corner to look around and make sure there was no one coming his way.
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Post by Vhagar on Jan 14, 2014 16:12:39 GMT -5
Helaena's hand trembled in his. She went willingly for the moment. Brandon didn't see anyone peering around the corner but he couldn't forget the two guards, who would surely not let him go so easily. However, he hears voices from behind several of the other doors. Behind one, a septon is invoking the gods in prayer, while others echo him at key points. Behind another door, someone is talking about helping the poor.
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Jan 14, 2014 16:27:55 GMT -5
He wondered for a moment how long he'd been gone, and how soon before Massey's men arrived under Ser Darien's command. He listened to see if he could hear a door behind which there was no sound, that perhaps was not locked.
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too