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A Song of Ice and Fire [EPILOGUE]

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[KILL]: Charlie Brown

Forgot I need to vote :/
 
I will end this phase sometime tomorrow so make sure you cast a vote tonight. If you don't cast a vote, there will be an in-story consequence. :) Thanks folks!
 
I thought I did this earlier but apparently I voted for Bardo.

[execute] Charlie Brown
 
curious of the consequence but i'd rather sit back and see someone else face it srry nt srry
[do the] charlie brown
 
Just a double take to make sure... [Kill] Wishy Washy Charlie Warlie Brown


Sorry, my friend D: but i dont want Bard's aids
 
Bardothren said:
Well, it's about time for me to get dragged off the stage. Good thing another Mafia's starting up for me to sow confusion in.
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How about no. This time, it's time for other people to take the stage!
 
DAY IV​

Merrett Frey was dragged for a time. His captors had gagged him, covered his head in a sack, and bound his hands and feet. They dragged him through mud, puddles, rocks, and who knows what other filth. He slipped in and out of consciousness and barely knew how long he'd been dragged for.

They finally stopped and he was unceremoniously dropped before the bag over his head was ripped off. He stood in a dark, dingy cave and men stood all around him. He recognized a few.

"You craven bastards are the Brotherhood Without Banners! Wait until my father hears -" he was slapped hard by a man in red.

"Shut up, you traitorous Frey scum. Our Lady is coming."

"Do you know who I am? I'm Ser Merrett of House Frey and you will unbind me at once!"

The man laughed at him before he received another hard smack to his face. A few of his teeth fell out and blood pooled under his tongue. He kept quiet after that. The men simply stood. Some looked at him, others mumbled to one another, and one man in particular shifted nervously. He had a rope tied in a noose over his shoulder.

The echoing footsteps stopped all talk and all movement. It even felt as if his own blood froze. They were just footsteps, but the fact that these men quieted so deeply frightened him. Two men, who must have been guards, entered through another cave, followed by a slender woman cloaked from head to toe.

"Who the **** are you?" Merrett had the nerve to ask. His tongue felt dry and he immediately knew he shouldn't have spoken. The woman snapped her fingers and two men approached him. They held him down and opened his mouth before forcing his tongue out and cutting it off. He screamed and howled, but none came to his aid. His severed tongue was thrown into the fire at the center of the cave.

He sobbed quietly as the men forced him upright. The woman approached the fire and he saw bright red and fierce eyes glowing like blood in candlelight. She drew down her hood and he scrambled backwards as best he could.

It was Catelyn Stark. Her throat was cut deeply, she had blood all over her clothing, and holes where the arrows had struck her during the wedding. She held her throat and clattered a command to the men nearest her. It sounded like chains clinking along the hull of a ship and it sent fear through his very soul.

He attempted to beg for mercy. She walked around the fire and bent beside him. Her eyes were filled with hate. She put her hand to her throat again and he could understand what she crackled, "Revenge."

A noose was suddenly around his neck and he strained to get free of his bindings. They were dragging him towards the sunlight and before he knew it, he was being lifted. His throat was tightening under the pressure of the noose. He gasped for air as best he could, but none came to his lungs. He looked down at the woman he had helped murder and saw her skin was slimy and green.

They had thrown her into the river after slitting her throat and in the light she looked grotesque from being waterlogged.

He gasped again as he felt his lungs bursting from the lack of air.

The man in red approached him, leaned in close to him and said, "Lady Stoneheart sends her regards."​
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Tommen Baratheon-Lannister looked at the letter on his desk. He was young, but he had his uncles, Tyrion and Jaime advising him on matters. The letter was from the Night's Watch. They had caught a supposed sellsword named Charlie Brown wandering beyond the Wall. They wished to execute him, but he claimed to be working for the true queen, Daenerys Targaryen, and he wished to return to her.

His uncle Tyrion advised him to pardon the man, but commit him to the Night's Watch for the rest of his life. He would no longer be an issue for them and could not return to his supposed Queen. "This Daario Naharis will be less trouble at the Wall and his Queen will never know what became of him."

Tommon appreciated his uncle's words and signed the pardoning. Another good man sent to the Watch...he hoped.​
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Bran Stark laid on his deathbed. His entire body was solid like rock and all that remained of himself was his face. He wheezed as his lungs tightened from the stone covering them. He had one last task... one last goal. He had to share what final information he could. He closed his eyes and looked into the darkness one final time...

Five names appeared...and five identities.

Sonata, Shak, Ice, Charlie Brown, Nakuzami

Two Starks and three others...

He knew not who was who, nor who they were really. His visions were clouded. His visions were false lately. He had lost his strength and with it went his greensight.

His father, Ned, walked in and he gave him the information. "Father, you will know who my sisters are this night. Rally with them and..."

His face began cracking. The greyscale had reached its final target. He could no longer speak and merely shut his eyes. Ned placed a gloved hand on his son's face and said, "Goodbye, my son." Little did he know his son's greensight would reach another's eyes this night.

When Bran was gone, Ned instructed the maester to burn his body and the glove under the weirwood tree.

Ned grabbed his sword and mounted a horse. It was time to find his son, Robb, and bring him back home. His wife was dead. His bastard Jon too. But he would not let his heir and son die as well.​
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BRAN STARK IS DEAD​

Jorah Mormont looked out at the sea from his balcony. Daario had not returned and his Queen was waiting. Jorah had to journey to the Hardhome to find him, but... a sudden sharp pain pierced his gut. He looked down to find a blade protruding from his stomach. He swung around and was promptly shoved from the balcony.

He toppled over the side and landed on the ground with a hard crash, blood and brains staining the decadent bricks.

The Faceless Man looked down at his victim and said another pray to the Many-Faced God. Tonight...tonight was the night.​
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JORAH MORMONT IS DEAD​


PLAYERS​


Klippy as The Maester
Nakuzami as the Sellsword N0
Lycanthropy as Joffrey DI
Mana as a Peasant NI
Orpheus as Shireen DII
????? as Tywin DIII
Jupiter as Dacey DIII
Blurryface as Jon DIII
Lucky Lickitung as Wendel DIII
Stormbringer as Grey Worm DIII
????? as as Catelyn DIII
????? as Jorah DIV
Bardothren as Bran DIV
Ash as ???
apocalypseArisen as ???
Sonata as ???
arachnidsGrip as ???
Ullion as ???
Netto Azure as ???
no as ???
Candy as ???
Cosmic as ???
Ninja Aiden as ???
JaDe.X105 as ???
gio7sm as ???
gimmepie as ???
Ryo as ???
Sopheria as ???
Christos as ???
eros as ???
Shak as ???
Arx as ???
Ice as ???
Absol used bite! as ???
Bidoof FTW as ???
Lucid as ???
Seth Rollins as ???
honey as ???
Kiyoshi the Polar Bear as ???
Charlie Brown as ???
Lost Heart as ???
Nakuzami as ???
Orpheus as ???
Lycanthropy as ???
Mana as ???​
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