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Post by Father on May 9, 2019 13:19:37 GMT 1
Yes.
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on May 9, 2019 15:06:00 GMT 1
Daeron spends a DP to cheat destiny and weasel his way out of this one.
At first it seemed that Septa Marei’s potion didn’t work, perhaps it was too late to expel the poison, but then Daeron’s body begin to shake as he begins to retch all over himself. The scene is messy as ale, along with everything else he’d consumed in the previous day, covered his front.
“Wha? Wha happen?”
His arms and legs shake as he slowly sits upright, still very groggy and unaware of what’s going on.
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Post by Addam Velaryon on May 9, 2019 16:25:52 GMT 1
“You almost had us all digging latrines, is what happened,” he said as he help Daeron up. Relieved that he did wake up.
“It seemed the Lord Eldon didn’t intend on you showing up to your joust. I would explain more, but you have a pig to skewer”
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Post by Roland Cordwayner on May 9, 2019 17:42:21 GMT 1
The desperate search for Ser Daeron when a squire noted his absence ahead of his joust had proved successful, but pointed to dark designs. The glory was all Addam's, Roland for once managing to swallow his pride and defer to a man with a record for solving such puzzles.
"You were right Ser Addam, House Starling is fortunate indeed to have you at its service. Kidnappers and poisoners cannot rest easy while you wear Starling colours. They should change your arms from Seahorse to some mythical Seahound!"
Roland was not a nautical fellow.
He managed a smile at Addam's jest and then appraised his stricken comrade.
"Can you ride?"
He paused.
"Should you ride?"
The man was a mess - a boy with a wooden stick stood a good chance of knocking the mighty knight down, to say nothing of a rider with the full weight of a warhorse behind him.
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on May 10, 2019 1:11:43 GMT 1
He grasps the shoulders of the men who helped him out of this conundrum and uses them to pull himself up to his feet.
He looks lazily at Roland, his eyes still hazy with the drug, but his words clear.
“I can, unless you think you’d look good in my armor.”
For a moment Roland thinks that this is a serious offer before his feeble smile shows otherwise.
"The Stranger itself couldn't keep me from sticking that pig."
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Post by Father on May 10, 2019 16:10:01 GMT 1
Despite the unpleasantness of waking up by the violent expunging of his stomach content, Daeron feels fit to fight.
Wasting Potion: 2#4d6 15 13 No penalties. |
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Post by Daeron Wildfyre on May 11, 2019 12:45:48 GMT 1
He shakes his head once more as if to literally throw off the effects of sleep.
“Watch our match Sers, I don’t see Eldon making just one attempt at skullduggery.”
Finally to his feet on his own power he straightens his swordbelt and to his two Companions gives a fraternal nod.
“For Maegelle.”
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