End of the Age

"then it will be a good one"
she continues to be at his side"

Berk: us witchers are getting an eyefull as it is

*tries to solve rubiks cube.... gets to final step, just 2 corners to rotate remaining.... mixes it up more than it originally was....*
.....yaaaay

OOC: When I return I will introduce Arthwr, it may rain so my family will be less inclined to make me go outside.

OOC: During their walk down the Kings Road, the group heard and consequently went to investigate a fight. Although they arrived too late to do anything, the group watched a man in a green and red surcoat armed with a poleaxe(Hammer/spear/axey-spikey thing together on the end of a pole) fend off several bandits by himself. When the group have chase he managed to evade them.

*As they walk through the streets of Kings Landing either a witcher or the lieutenant (I care not which) notices a rather familiar figure, his surcoat is in tatters and his poleaxe is riddled with dents, scrapes and shallow cuts likely from sword or axe armed bandits. His bow is in near perfect condition but he has only a single arrow remaining in his quiver. The strangers helm is no longer sitting in his head but is strapped to a belt, with several rather nasty looking gashes having destroyed the sides and rear of it.*

Ooc. Hey, gorath! I found out why you should love the queen!

OOC: This is what I try to tell to the anti-monarchists.

OOC: *Has inadvertently killed thread thread(

*Drake looks over the man for a moment.*

Drake: Hey, you there. You okay?

*The stranger doesn't notice and brushes his hair out of his eyes, leaving blood dripping from his hand as he continues to walk toward Rhaeny's Hill*

Berk: think he could survive a swallow?

OOC: dafuq is a swallow?
And please don't say a bird.

OOC witcher regen potion toxic and potential to kill any non witcher but if ot works you heal in seconds

OOC: Ohh, I thought it was gonna be some giant gribbly

OOC that would be a dragons breath bomb

OOC: That sounds like a weapon not a gribbly.
A gribbly is a monster

OOC ah

Drake: Hey! We can help you!

*He glances back and stops next to a wall once he realises that they're talking to him*
"With what?"

carron notices his wounds

*Carron sees several cuts along his arms and legs, a vertical gash running next to the mans eye with a cut across his forehead, his legs carry several bloodstained bandages visible under his trousers and the edges of his surcoat are coated in coagulated blood. In other words, he's not particuarly well off when it comes to his injuries*

she hands the measter healing herbs and nods to him and continues moving

"young man, you are badly wounded"

"I am, what of it?"

"if you aren't treated you'll die from those wounds"

"Who will treat me? I'm a bastard of the Vale"

"I will"

*notices the chain*
"You're a maester?"

"an archmaester. I can treat your wounds"

"How long will I have to wait?"

she rides to red keep

"basic treatment should only take a few minutes"

Berk: i have a few things tha twont kill you outright and will help

Albrecht *to Carron*: Treat him and then one of my men will carry him on their horse. He can receive further treatment at the palace.

"........you're not going to make me wait for half a castle to have their ailment treated before me?"

Albrecht: Hopefully not. You're to badly injured for you to be ignored.

"That's a first"

he examines the wounds and applies herbs n bandages where necessary

*When Carron is done treating the man's wounds. One of Albrecht's men helps the wounded man onto his horse. The group then hurries towards the palace.*

*once this is done the man sits silently, surveying the strangers with a single emerald eye*
(due to the bandages)

"so who are you young man? what is a bastard of the vale doing in king's landing, headed for rhaenys' hill?"

*Most of them are in full plate armor. The other two, the ones with cat eyes, are wearing armor that looks radically different from the rest of the group. They also have two swords.*

"I'm Arthwr Stone, son of Lord Darumar Royce.  He...sent me to retrieve something of importance"

*He quickly scans their armour for weakpoints and openings, visualising the effect it should also have on mobility in combat*

Berk: mind filling us in on what your talking about?

"in the dragonpit? you aren't talking about lamentation are you?"

*Two most strangely armored appear to allow both a great deal of mobility without many weak points. It appears to be a very high quality armor, as is the plate armor of the other strangers.*

"..........I'm actually surprised you know of it, and it won't interest you lot I'm sure"

"its the only object that house royce and the dragonpit have in common"

Drake *to Arthwr*: Save your breath. You can tell stories when you're not on death's door.

"Many don't even know it exists, and I apologise if I have made your trip more frustrating"

Berk: agreed