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WW17 - A Game of Thrones
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cant they?
um id better ask uber. i know zak did in ww1, thats the only one ive lurked.
Erebus in the Balance - a FFH Modmod based around balancing and polishing FFH for streamlined competitive play.
November 27th, 2012, 17:59
(This post was last modified: November 27th, 2012, 18:10 by uberfish.)
THE KNIGHT OF FLOWERS
The drawbridge of the Red Keep slowly creaked open. Smoke from the burning dock district lazily spiralled into the morning sky. Without anyone to lead them the city watch had holed up in the barracks while the smallfolk rioted. Eddard Stark had not been a popular man at court, but his even-handed justice had been appreciated by the commons. They had demanded that King Robert explain his execution, but the King hadn't spoken to anyone since the event. Prince Joffrey would have to speak for the crown. Loras Tyrell adjusted his white cloak and checked that his rose-engraved breastplate was spotless. It wouldn't do to be anything less than the best looking member of the six remaining Kingsguard especially with his secret lover watching. Flanking the prince in columns of three they marched out the castle gate towards the crowd impatiently waiting at the foot of the hill where the castle guards formed a line holding them at bay. He hoped Joffrey's speaking skills were better than his abysmal writing. The crowd hushed as the royal party approached. A scream broke the silence as something red streaked through the sky and smashed into the wall of the Red Keep with a sickening crunch. The broken body of a man in red robes fell to the ground unceremoniously. It was that red priest, Thoros of Myr. He'd disappeared into the streets yesterday evening, ranting to everyone who would listen about who the traitors could possibly be. Someone had apparently commandeered one of the catapults on the city walls and used it for his dramatic execution. Cries of alarm went out through the crowd. "Silence in the name of your prince!" shouted Joffrey. There were angry murmurs in the crowd. "Give us King Robert!" called one. "Justice for Lord Stark!" another voice rang out. The situation looked like it could turn dangerous any second. Loras' hand drifted instinctively towards the hilt of his sword. Joffrey raised his voice again. "Who are the scum?" demanded the prince. "I have personally asked each and every one of you peasants that question in the letters I have posted around the city. Yet there are still traitors in our midst. Why? Because you are hiding them. Anyone who helps a traitor is a traitor. Look at that man there, for example" he said, pointing to Thoros' mangled corpse. "He died because you rabble were in the way. If not, I could have saved him." Joffrey dramatically drew his sword and attempted to strike a heroic pose. "So who are the scum?" Joffery asked again. The crowd were growing increasingly restless. "YOU are the scum! All of you! You will hand over the traitors now, or ten of you will be killed for every drop of noble blood that is spilled. And we will start now. See that priest there? He wasn't strictly speaking highborn, but still worth more than you lot, so I shall be merciful." "Guards, bring me five heads!" declared the prince. Drawn swords. Shouts of anger growing into a massive roar. Blood spilled on the streets. The mob broke through the line of soldiers and raced up the hill towards them screaming blind hate. "Kill them all!" yelled Joffrey, waving his sword in the general direction of the crowd before turning to flee. Loras felt a sharp pain as a hurled rock struck him in the face through his open visor. The prince went down, slipping on a rotten fruit. What an idiot, Loras thought. Yet his vows were his vows. He ran towards the fallen prince. The mob was upon them now. "Stop this madness!" he yelled. They ignored the knights, having eyes only for the prince. His sword sheared through a man's arm, but three more took his place. Joffrey wailed as he was dragged away into the thick of the chaos. Loras looked around him briefly. The veteran Ser Barristan had thrown down his sword and walked away in disgust, ignored by the crowd. Boros Blount was down and three men with large sticks were beating the crap out of him. The rest of the knights and soldiers had fallen or fled back to the red keep. Loras steeled himself and prepared to charge towards the prince who was apparently being torn limb from limb by the angry mob. He felt a sharp prick and the warmth of blood at the back of his neck. In the confusion someone had slipped up behind him and pushed a dagger into the small gap between his helm and armour. He didn't move. "Who are you and what the hell do you want?" Loras gasped. "I think you know," a voice replied. The stranger pushed the blade home and twisted savagely. Cyneheard, Joffrey Baratheon, Lurker was mod-killed night 5 Qgqqqq, Thoros of Myr, Loyalist Doctor was killed night 5 Tasunke, Loras Tyrell, Loyalist was killed night 5 (note: no player was responsible for Cyneheard's death, I just killed him as a plot device) |
