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Escape From Harrenhal
When she reached him she pushed back her cloak so he would see the flayed man on her breast. “Lord Bolton sent me.”
“At this hour? Why for?” She could see the gleam of steel under the fur, and she did not know if she was strong enough to drive the point of the dagger through chainmail. His throat, it must be his throat, but he’s too tall, I’ll never reach it. For a moment she did not know what to say. For a moment she was a little girl again, and scared, and the rain on her face felt like tears.
“He told me to give all his guards a silver piece, for their good service.” The words seemed to come out of nowhere.
“Silver, you say?” He did not believe her, but he wanted to; silver was silver, after all. “Give it over, then.”
Her fingers dug down beneath her tunic and came out clutching the coin Jaqen had given her. In the dark the iron could pass for tarnished silver. She held it out... and let it slip through her fingers.
Cursing her softly, the man went to a knee to grope for the coin in the dirt and there was his neck right in front of her. Arya slid her dagger out and drew it across his throat, as smooth as summer silk. His blood covered her hands in a hot gush and he tried to shout but there was blood in his mouth as well.
“Valar morghulis,” she whispered as he died.
Excerpt from George R. R. Martin's A Clash of Kings, on which this creation is based.
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In Dungeons Not So Deep
After much quarreling between the party and the unfriendly guards, a compromise was reached. In exchange for passage into Minten, the group had to hand over their weapons, shields, and helmets over to the village guards for the duration of their stay. However, due to the altercation and general mistrusts for magicians, part of the agreement involved Scott being imprisoned for the entirety of the time his companions explored the settlement. The blue clad wanderer reluctantly agreed to these terms.
Robbed of his staff and with his hands bound in iron chains, Scott was escorted to the main keep, where we would be contained. The shortest tower in the keep was the prison tower, although a staircase led down into the maze of underground dungeons beneath the castle.
Thankfully, Scott was ushered into a room on the ground floor of the structure. Taking a moment to let his eyes adjust, Scott peered into the dusty cell he was being herded into. The guard grew impatient, however, and with a strong shove sent the apothecary onto the stone floor, knocking his black hat clean off his head. The thick oak door shut behind them, and the faint sound of the lock clicking hung in the air.
It was early morning, and the only light in the musty chamber was through a stained glass window. By the light of the rising sun, Scott suddenly became aware of the other two occupants in the chamber with him. One was propping himself upright on a small cot, and the other was on the floor with his back against the wall, frowning.
The man on the bed greeted him. “Hey there! Why the worried look? You got a lot going for you, believe it or not! Be thankful you ended up here, instead of in one of the deeper dungeons: they don’t forget to feed us nearly as often up here as they do down there!”
Scott managed to still look about the room with apprehension, despite the warm greeting. Well, I thought to make the best of my time here, Scott thought. Let’s just hope I’m not here for long…
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In Good Hands
After exchanging excited pleasantries and cries of long hidden emotions, Elizabeth brought Harold, George, Ryan, and Holly back to her home. There, the party would be able to rest knowing that their quest had been successful while Harold and Elizabeth caught each other up on years of memories and experiences.
Once they arrived at her house, the party was surprised at the untarnished beauty of her home. The floors were patterned stone and sandstone, the bed was covered in a rich black sheet and the pillow was as white as the moon. A small hand carved table sat in the room, with stools enough for three. A candle flickered on an elaborate stand near the bedside. A chest sat in the corner, almost forgotten next to a table of potions and vials. A single cup sat on the main table next to a map of a forest that none of the men could recognize. Various wooden crates and boxes were strewn about the room, holding a number of different items.
Holly sniffed around the room with a vigor not seen since she left Angten. The room had a very airy, flowery scent to it, which the canine was no doubt picking up on. George made himself at home on one of the stools while Elizabeth and Harold chatted. Ryan stood, dumbfounded by the elegance of his surroundings.
“George, I cannot repay you for what you’ve done for Harold and myself. To reunite such love takes courage, and you don’t seem to lack it. Please, take this as a token of my gratitude.” Elizabeth’s voice was like a song, fair yet striking. She procured a dazzlingly blue stone from beneath her bed, offering it to George.
“What is this, dare I ask?” George pondered, his confidence not waived by the sudden appearance of Elizabeth’s humility.
“An artifact of ages past. My grandfather passed it down to me when I was a young child. It is no ordinary gem; rather it is all that remains of a star that had fallen to the Nortlen many years ago. There are few like it in this world, and they have been associated with good luck and used in sorcery since their discovery. I wish that you would take it.” Elizabeth looked up at George, flustered by the memory of her grandfather. She blushed, and smiled faintly.
“Are you sure you’d like to give it to me? I don’t think I’d really have a use for it. Luck has always been on my side thus far!” George said with a quizzical look. Shrugging, he took the precious stone into his hands and viewed it from all sorts of angles.
Ryan watched all that unfolded, although he was still unbelievably taken with his surroundings. The magnitude of the adventure was all starting to sink in, now that he had stopped for a break.
Ryan also wondered what would happen next, given that Harold’s quest was at an end. He made a motion to ask, but looking at the couple it dawned on him. Harold’s journey was over, whereas Ryan’s voyage had all but begun.
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Tackle The Giant
“Tackle the Giant” is a game commonly played among children in the middle kingdoms. The game revolves around players attempting to attack and topple the “giant” player. The “giant” player is whoever happens to be tallest or largest. Sticks and stones are often used to aid players in their goal.
Wandering through the streets of Minten looking for any familiar faces or signs to Elizabeth’s location, Harold and George stopped to gather their thoughts. Harold was quite obviously very anxious and losing hope quickly, and George took notice. Spotting a crowd of children sitting idly by, watching the clouds pass by, he hatched a plan to lift Harold’s spirits.
“Hey there, kids! Do you like to play ‘Tackle the Giant’?” George asked, flashing his friendliest smile.
“Yeah we do! It’s our favorite game!” the young girl with the black hood proudly stated.
“Great! I’ve got quite the giant here for you to tackle!” George chuckled as he said this, grabbing Harold’s shoulder and tossing him into the excited crowd. “Best of luck! Guard your kneecaps, they’ll be aiming for those!”
Harold grabbed a stick and frantically attempted to hold his own against his tiny adversaries. George was booming with laughter as the little ones circled around him, smacking him with sticks here and there.
Around him, daily life was undisturbed. Red priests sat at the side of the road, selling potions and books, making maps and paintings. Women washed articles of cloth and pulled water from the well. Others wandered aimlessly, and one particular thief was in hot pursuit from a few guards.
To his right came a familiar face. Ryan had returned at last, albeit dressed in unfamiliar green and black garb. Holly was given the backpack to carry around, and a beautiful young woman tailed close behind. Puzzled at first, it dawned on George fast enough. This was no doubt the heavily sought after Elizabeth.
After Ryan confirmed it was indeed Elizabeth, the three stood together watching Harold get battered by the children. Tears welled up in Elizabeth’s eyes. Though she hadn’t seen Harold in years, she still felt the unconditional love and affection for him. To think, Harold had spent all this time looking for her, never once giving up.
“Hey, George. How do you think Scott’s holding up?” Ryan asked, remembering how one of the most crucial elements of their party was still imprisoned.
“I’m sure he’s doing just fine!” George stated, rather absent-mindedly. He was still entranced by Harold’s improvised tournament with some on Minten’s finest giant slayers.
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The Bizarre Bazaar
Ryan shuffled through the street, his eyes growing wider and wider with each step. He was in the market of Minten; a massive, sprawling sector of the walled village where anybody could come and sell their wares. The scents, sounds, and sights of everything that one could possibly buy were littered on the streets in barrels, on tables, and inside chests.
Prior to Scott’s imprisonment, the apothecary handed over his potion recipe to the rest of the group, pleading that they attempt to find at least a few of the ingredients while he was stowed away. Ryan took that liberty upon himself, while Harold and George set off to find information about the famed Elizabeth.
Ryan’s expectations for the market had been vastly different than what he wandered into. In the market back in Angten, there were normally one or two vendors both selling the same item. It could not be more different in Minten. Each seller brought a multitude of items to sell, and on top of that there was a multitude of sellers. The selection was much grander than back in Angten as well, with more focus on foreign goods than on fish or grain.
Coming to his senses, Ryan tried to focus on looking for the items on the recipe. Each ingredient had a small image scrawled next to it, so Ryan had a sense for what he was looking for. That being said, he was still very much unfamiliar with the contents of the parchment. He strolled past a stand that sold potions, but none of them matched any description on the list. The red priest who tended the stand seemed disappointed in his loss of a potential buyer, but quickly focused on new clients.
To his left, Ryan noticed a massive stand with all sorts of items. A man in dark red and black garb sat behind the counter, advertising his stand as a “taste of all the continents.” Ryan’s interest was piqued; the plethora of goods before him displayed knapsacks of varying sizes, quivers, maps, books, and various trinkets from all over Nortlen, perhaps even some from the fabled fourth continent.
The wind picked up, and Ryan finally realized how cold he was. It was nearing winter, and he was still dressed in his coastal summer garb. I should probably buy some heavier clothing, if funds allow, He thought to himself. I wouldn’t want to freeze while on a mission like this! But first, the list. Right, the list.
As he looked at the list, one of the products matched the description. “2 Night’s Bane mushrooms” was written in Scott’s fanciful handwriting. Next to it, a crude illustration of a white stalked mushroom with an oddly bland colored cap.
Ryan spotted a woman was bartering with the vendor. Her voice was sweet, and her hair was long and dark. She wore a green cape around her neck, and otherwise had brown clothing. It appeared that she was buying a map.
Maybe I could talk to her, Ryan pondered, his thoughts drifting away from the task at hand, forgotten entirely in his infatuation. Holly sat impatiently at his side, awaiting her master’s next movements.
From behind him, a woman was calling out someone’s name. Ryan paid no attention to it, until he saw the beautiful lady before him turn at the sound of this call. Then, he suddenly grew very frazzled, albeit a tad bit excited.
“The door is stuck again, come help me please!” the woman from behind called out once more. “Elizabeth!”
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