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Morgan Stark
Morgan watched as Willam Lannister left, feeling a sliver of guilt pierce him, a sliver that was quickly brushed away. He wasn't surprised by the Lannister boy's lack of friends. It was widely known that the Lannisters had plunged the land into war. A war that had very nearly starved the peasants. Many of the great houses had no love for the lion although, the Starks and Martells, well they had a special kind of hatred. Morgan however was surprised by Robyn Greyjoy's scolding of him, his sister, and Toran. His face grew hard as she shouted, anger overtaking him. He stayed quiet even after the girl left, contributing to the awkward silence that had settled over the room. "I think that I shall go ready myself for the tournament," he said, before bowing and leaving the dining room.
He strode quickly through the castle, anger hastening his steps. He was going through a rarely used hallway, a shortcut that Morgan had discovered the previous day, when he heard voices from around the corner. "I assure you my friend. I have found someone to deal with the Arryn's Last Whore," one man said, his voice softer than silk. It was a voice that could lure you into a false comfort, a voice that makes promises of gold and glory, before stabbing you in the back. The next voice was rougher, that of someone who had grown up in a castle and was prepared at any minute to cut you down. "I hope you're right. Or else our lord will have your head. And if you show up dead and someone traces it back to the Knights, well there might be some questioning about how well I knew you," Morgan moved behind a tapestry as the voices came closer, trying to steady his breathing so as not to be found. The Arryn's Last Whore? That's rather rude. Alyssa is rather unconventional but a whore? Well that's a stretch. "Just tell them that I fucked you. I am rather known for getting around and I doubt anyone would care to question you further," the first voice said, a much lighter tone in his voice. "It will all go off without a hitch. The assassin will kill the girl today at the tourney, her father will declare war on the Iron Throne, enraged by his daughter's death while under the protection of the king, and the Knights will then take the Vale. Having effectively ended the rebellion, the king grants them pardon. It is rather foolproof. [color=gold]"Unless of course, there is no rebellion. Or the king takes his dragon to the Knights," the second voice said, although the men quickly got out of earshot, and Morgan was in no state of mind to follow them.
I need to warn Alyssa, tell her to stay out of the tourney. She's probably left by now, I'll have to find her before the tourney starts Morgan thought, trying to keep a calm pace as he exited the Red Keep. It was no secret that the Knights of the Moon were getting stronger, they had been for years. But to have friends inside the castle, as well as be planning an assassination attempt? No one expected them to be that strong, ever. As Morgan quickly made his way to his tent, barely noticing as the workers made the final preparations for the days events, he chewed his lips, nervous about what the day would bring.
Morgan watched as Willam Lannister left, feeling a sliver of guilt pierce him, a sliver that was quickly brushed away. He wasn't surprised by the Lannister boy's lack of friends. It was widely known that the Lannisters had plunged the land into war. A war that had very nearly starved the peasants. Many of the great houses had no love for the lion although, the Starks and Martells, well they had a special kind of hatred. Morgan however was surprised by Robyn Greyjoy's scolding of him, his sister, and Toran. His face grew hard as she shouted, anger overtaking him. He stayed quiet even after the girl left, contributing to the awkward silence that had settled over the room. "I think that I shall go ready myself for the tournament," he said, before bowing and leaving the dining room.
He strode quickly through the castle, anger hastening his steps. He was going through a rarely used hallway, a shortcut that Morgan had discovered the previous day, when he heard voices from around the corner. "I assure you my friend. I have found someone to deal with the Arryn's Last Whore," one man said, his voice softer than silk. It was a voice that could lure you into a false comfort, a voice that makes promises of gold and glory, before stabbing you in the back. The next voice was rougher, that of someone who had grown up in a castle and was prepared at any minute to cut you down. "I hope you're right. Or else our lord will have your head. And if you show up dead and someone traces it back to the Knights, well there might be some questioning about how well I knew you," Morgan moved behind a tapestry as the voices came closer, trying to steady his breathing so as not to be found. The Arryn's Last Whore? That's rather rude. Alyssa is rather unconventional but a whore? Well that's a stretch. "Just tell them that I fucked you. I am rather known for getting around and I doubt anyone would care to question you further," the first voice said, a much lighter tone in his voice. "It will all go off without a hitch. The assassin will kill the girl today at the tourney, her father will declare war on the Iron Throne, enraged by his daughter's death while under the protection of the king, and the Knights will then take the Vale. Having effectively ended the rebellion, the king grants them pardon. It is rather foolproof. [color=gold]"Unless of course, there is no rebellion. Or the king takes his dragon to the Knights," the second voice said, although the men quickly got out of earshot, and Morgan was in no state of mind to follow them.
I need to warn Alyssa, tell her to stay out of the tourney. She's probably left by now, I'll have to find her before the tourney starts Morgan thought, trying to keep a calm pace as he exited the Red Keep. It was no secret that the Knights of the Moon were getting stronger, they had been for years. But to have friends inside the castle, as well as be planning an assassination attempt? No one expected them to be that strong, ever. As Morgan quickly made his way to his tent, barely noticing as the workers made the final preparations for the days events, he chewed his lips, nervous about what the day would bring.
We probably won't have a time skip until after the tourney so you should be good Obscene.
Also, I feel the need to say that Morgan won't be a dick forever. A little bit but not forever XD
Also, I feel the need to say that Morgan won't be a dick forever. A little bit but not forever XD
Finn Lockhart
@Inertia@TheDarkTemplar@PhoebeCarlisle@Liocalset@Ace of flames01@ArkmageddonCat@Cuccoruler
Finn looked over his shoulder at Ace, and gave her a reassuring smile. "Be careful in there," he said. Then he swiped the keycard, and slowly made his way into the garage. He smiled as he saw that in the middle was a large D.M.A. truck, turret and all. However he was forced to stay low to the ground when he noticed the two guards patrolling the garage. He bit his lip, nervous for how this would go. He couldn't be shooting fire around in the garage, in case he blew something up. Nope he'd need to take out the guards the old fashioned way. He crept through the garage, trying to control his breathing. He crept up behind the first man before grabbing him quickly and putting him into a sleeper hold. He fought against the guards struggles until his breathing evened out and he went limp. He motioned at Ace to stay where she was. That gunshot wouldn't do her any favors here. No use putting her at risk. We're almost there Finn. Let's do this he thought before rushing the guard. He tackled the man, landing a few punches to his chest before being thrown off. Finn scrambled back to his feet, only to be greeted by his opponent, who now had a gun pointed at him. It all happened slowly. He heard the gunshot ring through the garage and he instinctively jumped out of the way. The next thing he felt was an agonizing pain in his leg before he slammed against the floor. He grimaced. He'd have to take the risk here. God damn I better not light a gas can on fire he thought as he snapped his fingers, summoning a flame. He shot the flame at the guards head, sending him reeling. The man fell to the ground, unconscious or dead, Finn wasn't really all that interested in which.
Finn got up, hobbling over to Ace, smiling. "I guess now we've got matching bullet holes," he said, trying to take his mind off the pain. "You get the car filled up with gas, I'll open up the garage. Let's make sure this escape goes off without a hitch," he said. He quickly cauterized the bleeding hole in his leg, wincing at the pain, before hobbling over to the far wall where he saw a button. You can say a lot about the D.M.A. but at least they make things easy he thought, slamming his hand down on the button. He heard the sound of gears turning as the large garage door lifted up. They were halfway to an escape already.
@Inertia@TheDarkTemplar@PhoebeCarlisle@Liocalset@Ace of flames01@ArkmageddonCat@Cuccoruler
Finn looked over his shoulder at Ace, and gave her a reassuring smile. "Be careful in there," he said. Then he swiped the keycard, and slowly made his way into the garage. He smiled as he saw that in the middle was a large D.M.A. truck, turret and all. However he was forced to stay low to the ground when he noticed the two guards patrolling the garage. He bit his lip, nervous for how this would go. He couldn't be shooting fire around in the garage, in case he blew something up. Nope he'd need to take out the guards the old fashioned way. He crept through the garage, trying to control his breathing. He crept up behind the first man before grabbing him quickly and putting him into a sleeper hold. He fought against the guards struggles until his breathing evened out and he went limp. He motioned at Ace to stay where she was. That gunshot wouldn't do her any favors here. No use putting her at risk. We're almost there Finn. Let's do this he thought before rushing the guard. He tackled the man, landing a few punches to his chest before being thrown off. Finn scrambled back to his feet, only to be greeted by his opponent, who now had a gun pointed at him. It all happened slowly. He heard the gunshot ring through the garage and he instinctively jumped out of the way. The next thing he felt was an agonizing pain in his leg before he slammed against the floor. He grimaced. He'd have to take the risk here. God damn I better not light a gas can on fire he thought as he snapped his fingers, summoning a flame. He shot the flame at the guards head, sending him reeling. The man fell to the ground, unconscious or dead, Finn wasn't really all that interested in which.
Finn got up, hobbling over to Ace, smiling. "I guess now we've got matching bullet holes," he said, trying to take his mind off the pain. "You get the car filled up with gas, I'll open up the garage. Let's make sure this escape goes off without a hitch," he said. He quickly cauterized the bleeding hole in his leg, wincing at the pain, before hobbling over to the far wall where he saw a button. You can say a lot about the D.M.A. but at least they make things easy he thought, slamming his hand down on the button. He heard the sound of gears turning as the large garage door lifted up. They were halfway to an escape already.
Morgan Stark
"Good morning Lady Robyn. And it does appear to be rather early doesn't it. I guess the tourney has me rather excited," he said, smiling. He popped a grape into his mouth as Toran walked in, and greeted them. "Prince Artoran, good morning," he said with an ever present smirk on his face. The next to arrive was Lady Alianne, a nice enough girl, though she didn't seem entirely social. He'd only really seen her around Lady Alerie, although Morgan had to admit, he didn't pay a whole lot of attention. Over the past few days he'd been training quite a lot. If you asked him, he'd say it was because he wanted to prepare for the melee, as well as the duels. However, the real reason he'd been training so much was to distract him from thinking of home. He wouldn't ever admit that, he was too arrogant, however it was true.
"So will ether of you boys be joining the tournament today?"
Morgan smiled at the girl. "I will be taking part in the melee as well as the duels. The melee is chaos, much like the North. But I'd be remiss if I missed out on a chance to have a friendly little fight with Toran here," he said, popping another grape in his mouth. He looked up as Beregard and and his sister, Belinda, entered the dining room. He had spent a little bit of time with Beregard, enough to get the sense that he didn't quite enjoy his company. Morgan wasn't surprised. They came from very different walks of life and a little animosity never bothered him. He listened as Beregard mentioned that he'd be partaking in archery, and grinned at the jape his sister threw at him.
When Willam Lannister walked in, Morgan's demeanor changed, though one would have to be paying close attention if they were to notice. His smirk fell somewhat and he tensed up. Whenever Morgan saw the lion he couldn't help but get slightly tense. His families had not developed any close ties in the past century, and he'd heard all too much of the tragedy of Eddard Stark. So he was cautious. He figured that wasn't a bad thing in a place like King's Landing.
He heard Toran ask him about his sister, right as she entered the dining room. "Well here she is," he said as she came to stand next to him. In truth he had seen his sister last night, after one of her nightmares awoke her, but he couldn't tell the others that. Better they know nothing about Manasa's dreams. Who knew how they'd react. Manasa was followed by her handmaiden, who burst into the dining hall, greeting the wards. Morgan felt bad for the poor girl. His sister could be quite demanding. "So where is our feathered friend, might I ask?" Morgan said, referring to the Arryn girl.
Alerie Tyrell
Alerie smiled as Robyn Greyjoy entered. "Hello my lady," she said, smiling. Alerie hadn't gotten to talk much with Robyn, although she had deduced that she was a tough girl, one who could probably go toe to toe in a battle of wits with Alerie herself. The next to walk in was Prince Toran. Alerie would be a liar if she said she wasn't attracted to the Dornishman but she really found most of the male wards quite attractive. Toran just more than most. She turned away to hide the crimson color that was creeping up her cheeks, and when it had faded, she turned to face the others again.
Alerie smiled as Alianne entered. She and Alerie had gotten on fine the past few days, and Alerie could see them being good friends later on in their time at King's Landing. Alerie watched as more people filed into the room. Beregard and his sister Belinda. The girl was rather brutish, and Morgan had made a passing comment about how odd it was that a wildling had gotten this far south. As the boys talked about what they'd be competing in, Alerie turned to the conversation of Robyn and Alianne. Robyn had asked Alianne if she could escort her around the tourney. Alerie was forced to reflect on who her companions would be. The boys would all be competing and it appeared that Manasa and Alyssa would be as well. Belinda scared her more than she would care to admit, and anyways, she got the sense that the Baratheon bastard didn't like her. Maybe this would be a perfect time to cement some friendships. Alerie knew that in the games that were played here in King's Landing, a friend would be good to have. She turned to face the other girls, smiling. "I hope you ladies wouldn't mind if I joined you two today. I fear that as of right now I'll be rather alone at this tourney, save my handmaiden."
"Good morning Lady Robyn. And it does appear to be rather early doesn't it. I guess the tourney has me rather excited," he said, smiling. He popped a grape into his mouth as Toran walked in, and greeted them. "Prince Artoran, good morning," he said with an ever present smirk on his face. The next to arrive was Lady Alianne, a nice enough girl, though she didn't seem entirely social. He'd only really seen her around Lady Alerie, although Morgan had to admit, he didn't pay a whole lot of attention. Over the past few days he'd been training quite a lot. If you asked him, he'd say it was because he wanted to prepare for the melee, as well as the duels. However, the real reason he'd been training so much was to distract him from thinking of home. He wouldn't ever admit that, he was too arrogant, however it was true.
"So will ether of you boys be joining the tournament today?"
Morgan smiled at the girl. "I will be taking part in the melee as well as the duels. The melee is chaos, much like the North. But I'd be remiss if I missed out on a chance to have a friendly little fight with Toran here," he said, popping another grape in his mouth. He looked up as Beregard and and his sister, Belinda, entered the dining room. He had spent a little bit of time with Beregard, enough to get the sense that he didn't quite enjoy his company. Morgan wasn't surprised. They came from very different walks of life and a little animosity never bothered him. He listened as Beregard mentioned that he'd be partaking in archery, and grinned at the jape his sister threw at him.
When Willam Lannister walked in, Morgan's demeanor changed, though one would have to be paying close attention if they were to notice. His smirk fell somewhat and he tensed up. Whenever Morgan saw the lion he couldn't help but get slightly tense. His families had not developed any close ties in the past century, and he'd heard all too much of the tragedy of Eddard Stark. So he was cautious. He figured that wasn't a bad thing in a place like King's Landing.
He heard Toran ask him about his sister, right as she entered the dining room. "Well here she is," he said as she came to stand next to him. In truth he had seen his sister last night, after one of her nightmares awoke her, but he couldn't tell the others that. Better they know nothing about Manasa's dreams. Who knew how they'd react. Manasa was followed by her handmaiden, who burst into the dining hall, greeting the wards. Morgan felt bad for the poor girl. His sister could be quite demanding. "So where is our feathered friend, might I ask?" Morgan said, referring to the Arryn girl.
Alerie Tyrell
Alerie smiled as Robyn Greyjoy entered. "Hello my lady," she said, smiling. Alerie hadn't gotten to talk much with Robyn, although she had deduced that she was a tough girl, one who could probably go toe to toe in a battle of wits with Alerie herself. The next to walk in was Prince Toran. Alerie would be a liar if she said she wasn't attracted to the Dornishman but she really found most of the male wards quite attractive. Toran just more than most. She turned away to hide the crimson color that was creeping up her cheeks, and when it had faded, she turned to face the others again.
Alerie smiled as Alianne entered. She and Alerie had gotten on fine the past few days, and Alerie could see them being good friends later on in their time at King's Landing. Alerie watched as more people filed into the room. Beregard and his sister Belinda. The girl was rather brutish, and Morgan had made a passing comment about how odd it was that a wildling had gotten this far south. As the boys talked about what they'd be competing in, Alerie turned to the conversation of Robyn and Alianne. Robyn had asked Alianne if she could escort her around the tourney. Alerie was forced to reflect on who her companions would be. The boys would all be competing and it appeared that Manasa and Alyssa would be as well. Belinda scared her more than she would care to admit, and anyways, she got the sense that the Baratheon bastard didn't like her. Maybe this would be a perfect time to cement some friendships. Alerie knew that in the games that were played here in King's Landing, a friend would be good to have. She turned to face the other girls, smiling. "I hope you ladies wouldn't mind if I joined you two today. I fear that as of right now I'll be rather alone at this tourney, save my handmaiden."
@smarty0114
What do you mean by Finn's face turning dark? Is he mad or something?
I kind of meant where before he was sort of exhilarated and then he saw the gunshot wound and his face sort of just fell. Idk I'd seen that used in that sort of context before but I could be wrong about the meaning :/
By the way everybody, I put the chat on the front page :)
Finn Lockhart
@Inertia@TheDarkTemplar@PhoebeCarlisle@Liocalset@Ace of flames01@ArkmageddonCat@Cuccoruler
Once Finn and Ace had dealt with the guards outside, he turned to Ace, panting. He saw her cauterize her wound and his face went dark. "You good?" he asked before he heard Cole on the radio. Ace told them that they were fine, although he could tell that she had definitely been better. He moved towards the garage before he could hear the rest of the conversation. The main entrance could only be opened from the inside, as it was too heavy to lift. However, on the side he found a door, locked. Luckily, all he needed was a keycard. One of those guards probably has one. How else do they get in? he thought. He started searching the dead bodies, quickly, anxious about being caught off his guard. He wasn't really in the mood to get shot. Finally he found one, in the vest of one of the guards. He pulled it out, but was distracted by Cole's voice on the radio. "Finn, Ace, we have Jessica. Make sure the garage is clear when we get there." Finn let out a sigh of relief. Don't get distracted. Come on Finn your better than that. He walked over to Ace and held up the keycard. "Let's get ourselves a sweet new ride."
@Inertia@TheDarkTemplar@PhoebeCarlisle@Liocalset@Ace of flames01@ArkmageddonCat@Cuccoruler
Once Finn and Ace had dealt with the guards outside, he turned to Ace, panting. He saw her cauterize her wound and his face went dark. "You good?" he asked before he heard Cole on the radio. Ace told them that they were fine, although he could tell that she had definitely been better. He moved towards the garage before he could hear the rest of the conversation. The main entrance could only be opened from the inside, as it was too heavy to lift. However, on the side he found a door, locked. Luckily, all he needed was a keycard. One of those guards probably has one. How else do they get in? he thought. He started searching the dead bodies, quickly, anxious about being caught off his guard. He wasn't really in the mood to get shot. Finally he found one, in the vest of one of the guards. He pulled it out, but was distracted by Cole's voice on the radio. "Finn, Ace, we have Jessica. Make sure the garage is clear when we get there." Finn let out a sigh of relief. Don't get distracted. Come on Finn your better than that. He walked over to Ace and held up the keycard. "Let's get ourselves a sweet new ride."
Okay so I stayed up until 4:30 last night and woke up at 7 so I will get a post up after I take a nap
Awww shoot did I go a little early? I'll try to be better about that from now on. I'm just slightly paranoid of being to late and then the whole thing crumbles around me
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