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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2019 4:59 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 15, 2019 4:49 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2022 5:25 am
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Married Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2022 6:16 am
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Coryn nodded, frowning seriously. "We drew lots for who got to work you over today. Unfortunately, I cannot keep the others from doing what they want. I've only just barely convinced them to keep from targeting certain areas. But I can't guarantee against any permanent mutilations." He said gravely. "Once I'm through 'priming' you for the day," here he indicated the cup, "I won't be able to help you until my shift starts," he warned. Coryn hoped the prince could continue to stay strong. He sighed. "To that end, I want to treat your wounds while I can." He said, knowing he had still a little bit of time before he was expected to return to his fellow interrogators.
Kendall frowned seriously as he looked at his father's men. However, he couldn't find any true complaint and so would have to trust that they would follow orders and that his father would ensure the girls were safe. He had already spoken with Kyria about him going on the scouting mission to try and find Tyrion. They were on the same page. They both wanted to help their friend.
Arisa looked at her sister, debating her options in her head. He left arm had regained some feeling, though not nearly anywhere to be fully functional. But she didn't necessarily need her left arm to do something like, say, wield a dagger . . . Or sneak into the scouting expedition. "He needs help now!" She groused impatiently. She hadn't been too pleased with the king's caution of scouts first, proper troops after. Kendall had pointed out the most likely place! She hadn't quite worn a track in the floor from pacing, but if she continued, she'd get a great start on one.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2022 9:39 am
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2022 12:12 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2022 1:09 pm
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Married Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2022 12:16 pm
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Coryn could only hope that Tyion truly could weather the trials ahead for him. Once he had cleaned the prince's wounds as best he could, he apologized and once more had Tyion lay back so he could lock him into place again. He cleaned up the remains of the meager breakfast, and headed to the door. Just in time, apparently as the others began filtering in. He made sure to catch the eye of Dolan and the other who would be having the first go At Tyrion. "Don't have too much fun with him. Leave some for the rest of us." He laughed out, falling right back into place among the traitors who followed the mad Permandran King. And now . . . He had to hope that what he'd done had been enough. He'd be unable to help for the better half of the day. As he took the dishes to the kitchens, his eyes looked over the square of the outpost. There, right in the center where everyone inside could see . . . The king was overseeing the construction of the gallows. Coryn bit back his disgust and continued onwards. He needed to meet with a few close friends.
Arisa gave a small, relieved sigh. "How are we going to sneak along? You and I don't exactly . . . Blend in." She said, pulling at her hair. The shade alone was enough to pick her out of a crowd at any distance. Besides, she was injured and doubted she'd fit into any military structure.
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Posted: Wed Jan 26, 2022 2:27 pm
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Married Conversationalist
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2022 11:35 pm
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Married Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2022 1:07 am
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Married Conversationalist
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