Klippy
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DAY THREE
Asha Greyjoy looked out at the castle from behind a collapsed farmhouse. There it was. The Dreadfort. Home of the Boltons.
Asha knew it was time to save her brother.
She motioned for her men to begin their approach. They crawled out from under the rubble and mud and rushed towards the stone walls. Asha followed close behind, watching the parapets for movement.
The flayed man flag waved in the windy night, cold wind biting as it rushed through the darkness. Asha hoisted herself up along the wall and began to climb, securing footholds as she went. Her men followed close behind, copying her exact movements to ensure none slipped or fell.
As Asha reached the top, she peaked around the stones and saw the guardsmen asleep at their posts. She rolled onto the walkway and crouched as she approached the snoring men. Another man was with her. She counted down to zero from three and lodged her dagger into the guard's throat, twisting it as she went. The second guard awoke at the sound, but Asha's soldier placed a blade gently upon his neck.
He gurgled in agony as Asha whispered in the second guardman's ear, "My brother. Where is he?"
"K-k-kenn-els," spluttered the man.
"You serve the wrong master, boy," she said, motioning towards her soldier, who slit the man's throat in a swift movement.
They made their way along the walkway and down a flight of stairs until they reached a lone guard. She approached him and grabbed his mouth as he attempted to yelp for help.
"Scream again and I shall cut out your tongue and wear it about my neck. Tell me where the kennels are quietly."
"Just down this hall, you wench," the guard said angrily, spitting at her.
"Kill him," she said calmly, as a battle ax swung down onto the guard's head.
She pushed open the door and a pack of dogs began growling and barking at her.
"Watch the door."
She stepped inside and searched through the darkness. The cages were full of black, monstrous dogs. Blood-soaked stones met her boots as she went along, hoping the beasts would not wake their masters.
It was then that she found him.
Reek was laying in a cage, beaten and maimed. Fingers were gone from his hands, toes from his feet.
Asha broke the chain on the cage and stooped beside him.
"Brother, I am here. You are free."
Theon looked up at her, shock and grief in his eyes, and smiled.
"Is Reek safe now?"
Asha knew it was time to save her brother.
She motioned for her men to begin their approach. They crawled out from under the rubble and mud and rushed towards the stone walls. Asha followed close behind, watching the parapets for movement.
The flayed man flag waved in the windy night, cold wind biting as it rushed through the darkness. Asha hoisted herself up along the wall and began to climb, securing footholds as she went. Her men followed close behind, copying her exact movements to ensure none slipped or fell.
As Asha reached the top, she peaked around the stones and saw the guardsmen asleep at their posts. She rolled onto the walkway and crouched as she approached the snoring men. Another man was with her. She counted down to zero from three and lodged her dagger into the guard's throat, twisting it as she went. The second guard awoke at the sound, but Asha's soldier placed a blade gently upon his neck.
He gurgled in agony as Asha whispered in the second guardman's ear, "My brother. Where is he?"
"K-k-kenn-els," spluttered the man.
"You serve the wrong master, boy," she said, motioning towards her soldier, who slit the man's throat in a swift movement.
They made their way along the walkway and down a flight of stairs until they reached a lone guard. She approached him and grabbed his mouth as he attempted to yelp for help.
"Scream again and I shall cut out your tongue and wear it about my neck. Tell me where the kennels are quietly."
"Just down this hall, you wench," the guard said angrily, spitting at her.
"Kill him," she said calmly, as a battle ax swung down onto the guard's head.
She pushed open the door and a pack of dogs began growling and barking at her.
"Watch the door."
She stepped inside and searched through the darkness. The cages were full of black, monstrous dogs. Blood-soaked stones met her boots as she went along, hoping the beasts would not wake their masters.
It was then that she found him.
Reek was laying in a cage, beaten and maimed. Fingers were gone from his hands, toes from his feet.
Asha broke the chain on the cage and stooped beside him.
"Brother, I am here. You are free."
Theon looked up at her, shock and grief in his eyes, and smiled.
"Is Reek safe now?"
THEON GREYJOY IS FREE
Arianna Martell lay in bed, stroking her new lover's hair.
"Did you enjoy it?" she asked, smiling and kissing his lips.
"Yes...very much so." He was in love. It was clear in his eyes.
"I have another gift to share with you then," said Arianna.
She stood and walked to the door, opening it.
Her lover looked attentively at the door as another woman entered the room.
"Meet my other lover."
The man smiled. This was better than he thought.
"Did you enjoy it?" she asked, smiling and kissing his lips.
"Yes...very much so." He was in love. It was clear in his eyes.
"I have another gift to share with you then," said Arianna.
She stood and walked to the door, opening it.
Her lover looked attentively at the door as another woman entered the room.
"Meet my other lover."
The man smiled. This was better than he thought.
Qyburn stuck a needle into the corpse of Samwell Tarly.
"Interesting..."
"Interesting..."
Meryn Trant stood before a young boy, Robert Arryn, smiling with glee.
He bent before the young boy, licking his lips, and asked, "Tell me the number, boy."
"23, ser."
Meryn stood and clapped for his guards.
"Get this wretched boy from my chambers before I kill him."
He screamed in anger. His faith was testing his desires, but he kept resolute this night.
He bent before the young boy, licking his lips, and asked, "Tell me the number, boy."
"23, ser."
Meryn stood and clapped for his guards.
"Get this wretched boy from my chambers before I kill him."
He screamed in anger. His faith was testing his desires, but he kept resolute this night.
WICKED3DS IS ROBERT ARRYN
Ramsay Snow cut deep into the skin of his victim.
"WHERE. IS. MY. REEK!?"
He grabbed the young man's hand and stabbed him beneath his fingernails. The young man screamed in terror and pain.
"Tell me what I want to know!"
"Please, I know nothing, ser! I'll tell you who I am! Please!"
Ramsay stuck the blade against the young man's ear and said, "We're finally getting somewhere."
"WHERE. IS. MY. REEK!?"
He grabbed the young man's hand and stabbed him beneath his fingernails. The young man screamed in terror and pain.
"Tell me what I want to know!"
"Please, I know nothing, ser! I'll tell you who I am! Please!"
Ramsay stuck the blade against the young man's ear and said, "We're finally getting somewhere."
Jaqen H'ghar waited in the darkness.
He had been given many names. Sent to him from the Lords of Westeros. They had all paid in full and now he intended to collect.
The first name on his list was walking down towards the gardens this very moment.
So he waited until footsteps echoed closer, and closer, and closer.
Jaqen grabbed at his victim and stuck a small blade deep behind his victim's neck.
As the victim collapsed, he covered their mouth, letting them drown in their own blood.
"Valar morghulis, Bardothren. Balon Greyjoy sends his regards."
When Jaqen stood again, his face was that of Bardothren's, and on the floor lay Jaqen H'ghar. Dead.
He had been given many names. Sent to him from the Lords of Westeros. They had all paid in full and now he intended to collect.
The first name on his list was walking down towards the gardens this very moment.
So he waited until footsteps echoed closer, and closer, and closer.
Jaqen grabbed at his victim and stuck a small blade deep behind his victim's neck.
As the victim collapsed, he covered their mouth, letting them drown in their own blood.
"Valar morghulis, Bardothren. Balon Greyjoy sends his regards."
When Jaqen stood again, his face was that of Bardothren's, and on the floor lay Jaqen H'ghar. Dead.
JAQEN H'GHAR IS DEAD?
The High Sparrow stood at the bed of a young woman, dying painfully. She was nearing her last hours, wheezing breaths muddled with pain and stress.
He stooped down beside her.
"Are you in the good graces of the gods, child?" he asked.
Alayne Stone looked at him and nodded.
"Good, my child. Pray with me. To the Seven...the Father, for judgment. The Mother, for peace and mercy. The Maiden, for innocence. The Crone, for wisdom. The Warrior, for strength. The Smith, for life anew. And the Stranger, who calls to us from the darkness. Give this child strength to overcome and allow me to heal her through your power."
The High Sparrow placed his hand on her forehead. Alayne gasped as air returned to her lungs and color flooded back into her skin.
She stood, strength returning to her legs, but immediately fell.
The High Sparrow bent to help her up, but she had fallen into prayer and bowed before him.
"I live to serve the gods," said Alayne Stone with a smirk of victory.
He stooped down beside her.
"Are you in the good graces of the gods, child?" he asked.
Alayne Stone looked at him and nodded.
"Good, my child. Pray with me. To the Seven...the Father, for judgment. The Mother, for peace and mercy. The Maiden, for innocence. The Crone, for wisdom. The Warrior, for strength. The Smith, for life anew. And the Stranger, who calls to us from the darkness. Give this child strength to overcome and allow me to heal her through your power."
The High Sparrow placed his hand on her forehead. Alayne gasped as air returned to her lungs and color flooded back into her skin.
She stood, strength returning to her legs, but immediately fell.
The High Sparrow bent to help her up, but she had fallen into prayer and bowed before him.
"I live to serve the gods," said Alayne Stone with a smirk of victory.
ALAYNE HAS BEEN CONVERTED TO THE FAITH
Ullion, acatfrommars, Arsonist, and Foxrally must vote in THIS phase or be killed.
Simply say [DUEL] Name to indicate you wish to see them duel an opponent, or [KILL] Name to indicate you wish to see them lynched.
THIS PHASE AND ALL FUTURE PHASES WILL ALLOW YOU TO CHOOSE IF IT ENDS IN A DUEL OR A LYNCH.
Simply say [DUEL] Name to indicate you wish to see them duel an opponent, or [KILL] Name to indicate you wish to see them lynched.
PLAYERS
Klippy as The Maester
aeternum as Doran Martell D.I
Nakuzami as Samwell Tarly N.I
Merlin as Walder Frey N.I
Golgari as The Night's King D.2
Bardothren as Jaqen H'ghar? N.2
Nakuzami as Samwell Tarly N.I
Merlin as Walder Frey N.I
Golgari as The Night's King D.2
Bardothren as Jaqen H'ghar? N.2
Lycanthropy
Collector Elwood
Davepetasprite^2
Ash
Charlie Brown
Kaneki!!!
acatfrommars
Ullion
Omicron
Bardothren
gimmepie
Mana
Nimsy
Lostelle
GlendleYoung
Nakuzami 2
Golgari 2
Merlin 2
aeternum 2
Candy
JaDe.X105
NightKrow
TheGregFactor as Theon Greyjoy
Juno
Sword Master
Sun
Wicked3DS as Robert Arryn
faer
Universe
Elektra Heart
Foxrally
jdthebud
JohnnyMustang as Loras Tyrell
Arsonist
Collector Elwood
Davepetasprite^2
Ash
Charlie Brown
Kaneki!!!
acatfrommars
Ullion
Omicron
Bardothren
gimmepie
Mana
Nimsy
Lostelle
GlendleYoung
Nakuzami 2
Golgari 2
Merlin 2
aeternum 2
Candy
JaDe.X105
NightKrow
TheGregFactor as Theon Greyjoy
Juno
Sword Master
Sun
Wicked3DS as Robert Arryn
faer
Universe
Elektra Heart
Foxrally
jdthebud
JohnnyMustang as Loras Tyrell
Arsonist
