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Oliver Forrester

"Rise and rise again, until lambs become lions."

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a character in “The Battle of Fire and Ice.”, as played by Bromander Shepard

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Name: Oliver Forrester

Age: 20
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Appearance & Build: Oliver is a man forged from hardship and torment into a living weapon. The epitome of a survivor his body is well built with muscle, not an ounce of fat his body could be easily described as peak physical condition. He keeps his body in the amazing condition it is by rigorous daily training. Yet to strip away his leather armament one would find horrible scars dotting his body showing signs of horrible tortures and torment at the hands of someone truly diabolical. His eyes, piercing like the tip of an arrow are haunted and full of pain yet there is a softness there and a strength. He is handsome with starling blue eyes and a charming smile.

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Personality/History: Oliver Forrester, often called The Arrow or The Hood is a man divided. Once from a noble house in The North, Oliver sailed away with his father on a trip across the sea. His ship was taken down by a foul storm and he awoke floating on a bit of drift wood with his father. With dwindling resources Olivers father made the ultimate sacrifice for his son. Cryptically he told his son to right his wrongs before he took his own life leaving Oliver with the remaining food and water supply. Days later Oliver washed ashore on what he thought was a deserted island. Unfortunately the inhabitants of the island were an extremist cult devoted to a fire god known as R'hllor. They captured him, nursed him back to life only to begin inflicting horrible tortures on him in an attempt to commune with their god. When he thought he'd go mad from the constant torment he managed to escape with the help of a fellow prisoner who was a master bowman. The bowman begin teaching the lordling how to use the bow and arrow, how to hunt, how to fight, how to survive and most of all how to kill.

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Five years he spent on that island and much of what happened to him there is shrouded in mystery but once he returned home he was a changed man. The young man, once a spoiled lordling now had a mission. He abandoned his life as Oliver Forrester, heir to House Forrester allowing his family to continue believing he was dead. He was now consumed with a need to change the way things were in The North. The separation between the rich and the poor, the nobility and the common people. His mission at times seems all he has in the world. He robs from the rich and he gives to the poor, in his vendetta against injustice for that was his promise to his father, to right his wrongs and make a difference. He is now a hero to the people, taking up the mantle of The Hood. Oliver found The Brotherhood Without Banners, an outlaw organization committed to fighting fro the common people and quickly rose through the ranks to become their leader. The Hood figure, also called The Arrow is a folk hero of sorts. Many are unsure he even truly exists but Oliver is always there, in the shadows, watching and training his arrow on any who think they can take advantage of the poor and the weak. Despite his damaged past Oliver usually masks these emotions with quick with and a smile though if you look past his charm and sarcasm you may find the scarring underneath.


Where they live: The North, The Wolfs Wood

What/ who they are: Oliver Forrester is the leader of the Outlaw organization known as the Brotherhood Without Banners as The Arrow or The Hood.

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Oliver Forrester, criminal or champion? The question is not one easily answered. Since coming back to The North Oliver as The Arrow has killed many people in his vendetta against injustice but he has never taken a life unjustly. His actions, while extreme at times, are always for an ultimate goal. He often stages heists and robberies of wealthy nobles in order to siphon their wealth and give it to the poor of The North. Yes he's killed, yes he's hurt and yes he's even tortured to achieve his ends. But those sacrifices of his own morality are necessary if he's going to fight the injustice that grips his homeland.

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The choices he's forced to make are not lost on Oliver but they are choices he's willing to make if it means helping those to weak to help themselves. Oliver's self sacrificing, truly heroic qualities can be seen when one truly looks at his deeds. He distrusts and dislikes all nobility and royalty. He puts his faith in the people. The people of his homeland he feels needs a savior and if the king wont do it then it's going to be him. He may not see himself as a hero but he knows what he's capable of and he knows how far he's willing to go to save his country.

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Skills:

- Master Archer- Oliver's skill with a bow is unmatched. He's able to complete astonishing feats with a bow and arrow that most would think impossible.

- Stealth- Oliver is a stealth specialist, having the ability to vanish into shadow with ease. Rarely do people notice he's gone, often end up talking to him before realizing he's long gone.

- Acrobatic- Jumpy stuff

- Tactician- Tactical stuff

- Swordsmanship- Gifted Swordsman and knife fighter

- Unarmed Combat- Punchy stuff

- Survivalist- No food? No water? No problem.

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So begins...

Oliver Forrester's Story

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The forest was quiet, darkness had fallen and within the confines of the tree line shadows reigned supreme. It was in the darkness that a hooded man sat perched in a tree, watching the fire in the distance. He could see the smoke from the distance, he'd heard the reports and Oliver Forrester had to see him for himself. Winterfell was burning and now, everything was different. The Starks were all dead, the kings of The North, gone. They were technically his enemies before but not like this. He hated the greed that was a result of their power, not the people themselves. This wasn't right, all this death. People were fleeing the city in droves, doing anything they could just to get away. Most were being rounded up by the enemy. They thought they'd won, they thought they'd crushed the Starks and now there was no one who could stop them. They were wrong.

Oliver leapt out of the tree he'd been sitting in and landed on the cold, snow covered ground. Deep in the forest, he'd been sneaking around Winterfell to find out just what was happening. What he found was worse than he could have imagined. The North had been invaded but not just by anyone, by The Fiery Hand. Oliver knew them well, he'd had dealings with them on the island. He knew what they were capable of and The North could not fall to the servants of R'hllor, he wouldn't let it. He set his jaw in determination and began to make his way through the forest. His bow in his hand Oliver traversed the darkness of the wilderness with ease, as if he could see in the dark. A talent he'd picked up and used to it's fullest potential. Yet even someone whose eyes were as used to shadow as Oliver Forresters could find a surprise or two in the shadows.

As he rounded a big wintergreen tree Oliver came face to face with a massive dire wolf. The beasts coat was white as snow, its eyes red as blood. It was standing over a thicket of kingsfoil, a local plant often used for medical salves. The wolf sniffed at the plant before looking up and locking eyes with him. Oliver had an arrow ready in an instant, pulling the bow string back slowly. The air between wolf and man was palpable with deadly tension. The arrow poised to leave the bow, jaws ready to rend flesh. Seconds passed by in what felt like years yet when it was over no blood was shed. The wolf went back to the plant it was sniffing before tearing the plant out of the ground slowly and picking it up in his mouth. Oliver lowered his bow, just watching the animal with interest. This was very unusual behavior for one of these ancient hunters. The dire wolf took a couple of steps away before pausing to turn and look back at Oliver, its red eyes seeming to look right into his soul. Oliver looked back, one hunter to another. The wolf turned and loped off into the night, vanishing into the darkness leaving Oliver to ponder the encounter as he made his own way through the dark forest.

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Oliver lowered his bow after his arrow found it's mark. He didn't kill him, not right away. The arrow would stake him to the tree, he'd die slow and he'd die painfully. The only thing that would make it quick would be when someone found him, no doubt half frozen alive. When they pulled the arrow out he'd be dead before he hit the ground. A shot like that Oliver saved for only the worst, and this one was the first. He'd seen him grab the girl from the tree line, he'd watched as he dragged her to the tent. The second he'd laid eyes on the girl with the olive skin and hair of midnight curls he knew he'd have to save her. She was beautiful there was no doubt but it was the look in her eyes that first caught Oliver's attention. The look of rage, of fury, he knew the look well. He'd seen it on himself on more than one occasion, a feeling one only got when all their strength was taken away from them. Back on the island Oliver had never felt weaker, he was starving more than not. Fear was his constant companion and it made him angry. That anger got him through on days when nothing else could and the girl had that same look. She had everything taken away from her, she was made to be weak and she hated it. When that man grabbed her he had to act.

The shot was a long one, easily twice the distance any normal archer would attempt. Oliver Forrester was no normal archer. Yet something astounding happened after he'd pinned the man to the tree. The girl with the midnight curls turned on him, she spoke to him before she ripped the arrow out, allowing him to die at her feet. Oliver couldn't help but smile subtly under his hood, she was a strong one. It was then that someone stepped out from behind the tent that made Oliver's bow hand twitch. Captain Robyn Sheva of the Harbinger, she sauntered around the tent and spoke to the girl, a wolfish grin on her face. The girl clutched his arrow, looking ready to stab the infamous pirate captain and the arrow Oliver trained on her ensured that when it failed the captain wouldn't get a chance to retaliate. Yet to his surprise the girl seemed agree to whatever Sheva was asking of her and turned to walk off with her. Oliver lowered his bow but he couldn't take his eyes off the mysterious woman with the hair made of midnight curls. For a moment she turned and looked back, as if she was seeing him from all that distance away. Oliver froze under her gaze. When she turned and walked off with Captain Sheva Oliver finally allowed himself to breath.

Having the infamous Crimson Lady in The North, now was no coincidence. She must be working with the invaders, or at least she is about to be working with them. He had work to do and if he found out that Captain Sheva went back on their deal, she'd get a visit from The Arrow she would not soon forget.

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"Y'here what happened to Stikes?"

Captain Lennox asked as he walked side by side with two of his subordinates. Captain Lennox was a big man, burly with wild red mutton chops and a bald head. His red cloak and brooch marked him as a Captain of the Fiery Hand. He had his own legion of men at his command but in earnest he was never command potential. He'd only received the commendation in the field when his captain was killed and he was the next highest ranking officer. Either way, being Captain had it's perks. He had his pick of slaves most nights when no one was around to out rank him. He drink for free from the commissary, and did very little actual fighting anymore. More often than not he'd just dispense his men and sit back with a bottle and wait. Sure he had to sit through those boring strategy meetings but he was usually drunk at those so he barely noticed them.

At the moment he was just leaving the tavern, that was the favorite haunt of the soldiers now occupying the city. After a good drink what he wanted was a woman to warm his bed and with fresh stock of prisoners he'd have his pick. The soldiers he was walking with he didn't know too well, they were new and eager to please their Captain so they bought his drinks. Nice lads, but none too bright.

"No."

Said one politely. Lennox just laughed as he shook his head, still replaying the story he'd just been told in the bar earlier that night.

"Turns out the sod tried to take a slave the Crimson Lady had claimed. She knifed him and left him to bleed out in the snow."

Both soldiers appeared stunned as they looked at him in shock.

"You're kidding..."

One muttered to which Lennox just chuckled as they rounded the corner and ducked down the alley between two buildings to half the distance to where the slaves were being held.

"Its true. That tough bitch, knifed him good. Like to knife her if you catch my meaning."

Lennox threw in with a snicker before an arrow came out of nowhere and hit one of his men in the throat. The young soldier dropped to the ground clutching his neck as blood poured from the wound. Lennox gasped as his eyes shot open in shock. A dark figure dropped down out of the sky, catching the second soldiers hand who was going for their sword. With an expert twist he broke the young mans wrist before punching him in the throat silencing any attempt at a scream. Lennox went for his blade but the hooded man was unfathomably quick, turning to kick him in the chest before wheeling back on the soldier. He grabbed the man behind the head and slammed his face into the wall of the building before kicking him in the back of the knee causing him to drop to his knees. No sooner had the solders dropped did the hooded man snap his neck.

Lennox tried to go for his sword a second time after he scrambled to his feet but the man was almost inhuman in his awareness, it was like he could feel Lennox going for his weapon. The hooded man grabbed Lennox by the shoulder, roughly bringing him in for a savage knee to the gut, knocking all the wind from him. He immediately followed up with an elbow to the face, that broke his nose, Lennox dropped to the ground in a heap. He thought he was dead right there if were not for an unsuspecting fellow soldier turning the corner to stumble upon the whole scene.

"What the?..."

The soldier began before the archer fired an arrow in the blink of an eye, hitting him in the heart. The momentary distraction was enough for Lenox to risk making a break for it, he'd barely taken a step before an arrow caught him in the calf. Lennox cried out in pain as he fell to the ground, blood spurting from his leg. The hooded man loomed over him, bow in hand. He grabbed Lennox by the shirt collar and punched him right in the mouth twice before he spoke.

"Robyn Sheva, why is she in The North?"

He growled, his voice low and dangerous. Lennox felt warmth run down his legs as his bowls released.

"W-who?"

He stammered out in reply. The archer punched him again, harder this time.

"The Crimson Lady! Talk!"

He snarled viciously. Lennox could almost not see through the shadow of the hood but the man beneath terrified him so much his mind went blank. The next two punches cleared up his head well enough though as blood began to gush from the gash that opened up over his brow.

"You want teeth?! I want answers!"

The hood warned, nothing in his tone told Lennox he'd be given many more chances.

"S-S-She was called h-here. To-To help with the i-invasion. S-s-she's suppose to create a b-b-blockade so n-no ships leave The N-North!"

The hooded man didn't react right away, a low breath emanated from behind the hood. Though Lennox wasn't currently getting punched the archer didn't seem pleased. Self preservation coerced a question from Lennox.

"A-Are you going to kill me?"

He asked with a voice trembling in fear. The Hood cocked his head ever so slightly before gripping Lennox by the shirt collar a little tighter as he menacingly leaned in closer.

"Not yet. I've got a few more questions."

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The fire crackled deep within the heart of Winterfell. The harsh cold of the Northern wind was but an unpleasant thought within the warmth of the grey keep. The bed chambers that had once belonged to a king now belonged to a priestess. She sat staring into the fire, as she so often did seeing visions of what her god chose to show her. She had seen the escape of the youngest prince yet had told no one. She wanted to see what part this boy would have to play in the coming events, he had a kings blood after all and kings blood held power. She saw the resistance rise up against her, led in the field by another boy thinking himself a conqueror. He didn't have the light the prince had and Melisandre found him rather unremarkable. What was remarkable to her was her pirate captain, The Crimson Lady.

She had heard the reports of how Sheva had knifed a man who'd thought to steal her slave from her. The fire showed her the truth. Robyn had merely discovered the body. She had spirited the girl away to her ship and was keeping her quite safe. There was a surprising amount of tenderness to the fearsome pirate captain when she was around the girl who was something of a mystery. She watched as the girl cooked, and cleaned and even laughed on good days. Yet the sadness was always there, always lingering in the dark like hungry eyes in the night. She watched as the girl navigated the dangers of a pirate ship, her only solace was a tiny necklace she constantly was clutching or an arrow.

That arrow intrigued Melisandre the most. It was the one pulled from the body of the solider it had killed, the one that had thought to force himself on the girl. It had come from the darkness but even the fire did not show her who fired it. No, her first look was a blurry one at best later in the night as he crept back into the city like a wraith and killed four men with captivating skill and ease. The man whose legend had reached her ears shortly after the murders. The Arrow, sometimes called The Hood was a fable, a story the common folk told each other. A benevolent avenger, a hero criminal. He robbed from the rich, he gave to the poor and he punished the unjust. This Arrow was intriguing, to say the least. What kind of man it would take to designate himself as a hero, an crusader for the people given all one must undertake and sacrifice to accept such a duty. This Arrow was no mere man. Whether or not he was indeed a hero was yet to be seen but Melisandre would watch his next move with great interest.

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The Harbinger had just docked, Oliver had been waiting the better part of the week for them to finally make land fall again. They were out there, killing Northmen by the boat load. Any ship that tried to leave was sunk, any vessel that tried to lend aid was boarded and cleared of all living occupants. After a while people stopped trying, what with the Crimson Lady prowling the waters. That was her domain, and this was his. He pulled himself out of the water, grabbing a firm grip on the anchors morning line. He had swum beneath the massive ship so as not to be spotted trying to make a land approach. Oliver knew he was probably his stealth was rivaled by few, none in The North but he also knew that Captain Robyn Sheva was smart. Smart enough to know he wouldn't forget she'd gone back on her word, though apparently she wasn't smart enough not to betray him in the first place. He'd teach her the lesson before long.

Climbing up the ladder Oliver's usual forest green leathers were drenched but his quiver was covered in a casing of water tight sheep skin as to not damage any of his gear. It was strapped securely to his back as he scaled the rope and reached the deck. He moved slowly, like snake poised to strike. Most of the pirates were already off the ship happy to be at port where wine and women were in abundance. The few that remained were busy about their duties, those that were on watch weren't watching sea side. One man was walking past the rail where Oliver was hanging below. A tall man, blonde with blue eyes and blood staining his shirt collar. He waited patiently, before hopping over the railing and wrapping his arm around the man's throat. The man lost consciousness in seconds as The Arrow choked the life sustaining air from him. Oliver set him down softly and pulled the sheep skin from his quiver before moving on.

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He drew an arrow and fired it at the crows nest, the projectile found it's target deep in the temple of the pirate on watch. Oliver's aim was good to say the least. He ensured that not only did the man die instantly as to not sound an alarm but he didn't fall off the perch, merely collapsing where he stood. A feast for the crows, fitting given his location. Next The Arrow was on the move, moving about the ship like a shadow. Two pirates were ascending the stairs to reach the upper decks. Oliver waited in a crouch for them to pass before springing to action. He swept the legs of one, dropping him to the ground before elbowing the second in the throat silencing him. Oliver hit the downed man across the temple with his bow, using it like a club before whirling around and hitting the other. Both men were unconscious in seconds. Oliver spotted his next three targets. Pirates rounding the corner to head toward the deck. Oliver sprinted at them, his feet still remarkably silent. They didn't notice him until he was on them. He fired one arrow mid sprint, hitting the pirate in the chest. The other, Oliver tripped up as he slid into his legs, readying an arrow as he did. As soon as the pirate he'd slid into hit the ground he fired his arrow from a laying down position. The arrow hit the standing pirate under the jaw, piercing the top of his skull. The Arrow flipped up to his feet as the last pirate living scrambled to his feet, reaching for his gun. A quick spin kick to the face ended any thoughts of retaliation as the pirate dropped to the ground in a heap.

Arrow climbed up the railing over the wheel house, spotting four more targets. All separated and easy pickings for the expert archer. Four arrows, four bodies, in little more than four seconds. Oliver had scouted out The Harbinger before, in case he'd ever need to do this. He knew where the captains cabin was and he knew he could reach it from the exterior of the ship. He knew that and could have gone there directly. He didn't want to go there first. He wanted to make sure than when he had Robyn Sheva staring down the tip of one of his arrows, she would have no hope of salvation. Oliver tied a rope to the rail above the wheel house and prepared for his jump. Given the size of The Harbinger he had about a two story drop before he'd have to swing into the side of the vessel to crash through the glass of the captains cabin window. An easy feat, he'd preformed countless time but one he had to get right. Once he was alone with her he'd have to draw on her before she drew on him. No easy thing when one was talking about the Crimson Lady but Oliver knew he could beat her, he'd warned her as much but she didn't listen. She was about to wish she had.

Oliver took a running start and leapt out into the open air, the rope firmly in his right hand. He sailed down, his mind calm. He counted the seconds he would need, before he was right where he needed to be. At the perfect moment he tightened his grip on the rope and swung into personal quarters of The Crimson Lady. Glass went flying as his body came crashing through the window sending shards of it all over the room. He was drawing an arrow before he'd even touched the floor. His body hitting the wooden floor of her office in a roll. He came up, his bow drawn and an arrow aimed right between her eyes.

"Robyn Sheva, you have failed this kingdom!"

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"Robyn Sheva, You have failed this kingdom."
Robyn knew he was coming but damn was he fast. She hadn't had time to free her flintlock.
"Took you long enough." She said, ducking, bending backwards, just barely out of the way of his flying arrow. The sharp edge cut her across eye, it was shallow but it hurt. She knew this was coming and she'd been prepared. She knew the Arrow, he'd have cased the area on land, but this ship was hers. He didn't have time to scout. She kicked out, connecting with his stomach. She got to her feet quickly, snatching her flintlock and firing, He dodged and she knew he would. Then a shrill scream came from the cabin.

"Shit." She spat and her attention wasn't on him anymore, but her ward. She knew what the Arrow did, and if the girl saw the bodies. She turned, full tilt out the door. She ran out, dodging arrow after arrow as she threw herself forward and down the stairs to the deck, she hit and rolled to her feet, She looked up to see Clara looked at her, tears streaking her face. "C-Captain." The arrow struck her in the shoulder blade, spinning her around. Robyn grimaced. He would strike the good arm. Clara looked up and down at her then covered her body with her own. "Please! Don't hurt her!" She screamed and Robyn couldn't have been more shocked as Clara clutched her to her chest, maybe the pain was making her see things because another arrow didn't come.


(sorry so short, -_-)

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She was fast, faster than most. His arrow should have burrowed a hole through her skull. Instead she got a nice, superficial cut on her cheek just below her eye. She kicked him in the gut as he advanced, forcing him to back pedal and ready another arrow. She grabbed for her gun and fired. The shot was sloppy and rushed making it easy for Oliver to avoid. He dove behind her desk, popping up with an arrow ready when he'd heard the scream. Loud and piercing, a womans scream and a young woman at that. The scream gave him pause, every instinct told him to abandon the fight and go after the source of the scream but Robyn Sheva was not the kind of opponent you ignored, she'd kill you too fast for that. Miraculously she had different ideas as she turned and barreled out the door towards the sound.

Oliver wasn't sure what she was playing at or who she was running toward but he'd make damned sure she never reached her. He fired arrow after arrow down the hallway after her. In the tight corridor she didn't have much room to maneuver. She could duck down or scramble to the right and left but only a step in either direction. Despite how easily he should have filled her full of arrows by now she'd managed to avoid the worst of it forcing The Arrow to give chase with a muffled curse under his breath. He sprinted down the hall after her, firing as he ran. She couldn't keep this up forever. They exited the hall and came out onto the open air of the deck where the bodies Oliver had left lay dead or unconscious. Whoever screamed was right in front of them, obscured by Robyn's running body preventing Oliver from getting a look at her. Sheva dove off the steps for the woman, no doubt to grab her and use her as a hostage or worse. Oliver wouldn't give her the chance.

One more arrow, carefully aimed and timed. He released his hold on the arrow and the bowstring sprang to life, sending it's deadly payload soaring through the air. The arrow bit deep into her shoulder blade, spinning her around in mid air for her to crash down onto the deck. Her face was contorted in pain and as Oliver knocked a final arrow they both knew for the briefest of moments that these were the final moments of The Crimson Lady. He'd kill her for this. She'd made him a promise once, to never bring her bloody business to The North. He had told her it was under his protection and as long as she respected that they could do business, she could even call him an ally if she needed him. She betrayed that trust. She showed him he was wrong to give her the chance in the first place. He'd shown mercy and he wouldn't make that mistake again.

That's when he saw her, hair of midnight curls and tears streaming down her olive skinned cheeks. It was her, the girl from Winterfell. She was even more beautiful close up. The girl he'd saved with an arrow and now she was putting herself in front of one. He stared at her from behind his hood and for the first time in a long time he hesitated.

"Please! Don't hurt her!"

She screamed. Oliver held his arrow, the bow string taught and primed to release. He could still hit Robyn from here, he knew he could but he didn't want to, not anymore. To have that girl putting herself between death and Robyn made Oliver feel just wrong. Like he was the very thing he fought every day. Her eyes, filled with tears looked up at him and took a breath, slow and yet strained. He lowered his bow and clenched his jaw, unsure what came next.

"Ok... you win. No more."

He said, his voice losing some of that harsh growl The Arrow was so infamous for and held more of Oliver's natural voice. He slid his arrow back into his quiver and looked from Robyn to the mystery girl and back again.

"What is going on here?"

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Clara could hardly breath as she started down the hooded man. Robyn looking up at her, clutching at her arm that had fallen limp at her side.

"Ok...You win. No more." He said and Clara felt her breath leave her chest in a violent gasp. Sure, signs of a panic attack as she stared up at the man. "What is going on here?"

"Sh-She...I-I."
"Clara, move, he only wants-ah." Robyn had risen to her knees, but the pain in her arm, jarred her for a moment. "C-Captian." Clara peeped, watching blood drip down her arm. "Clara, run." She said and stood up fully and it was then Clara noticed the arrow. Clara scrambled ahead of her and held out her arms. She looked at the man. "You saved me...that day, When Captain found me, you saved me." She said, her breathing was short and she was trembling. "Wh-what ever she's done...Killing her won't solve it...she's not all bad."
"Yes, I am."
"NO, you're not, you saved me too."

"Don't be foolish, Clara, get back.'"

"No! Please, maybe we can... m-make a deal... o-or something." Clara's breathing increased too quickly, the Captain was watching her now, she knew what was coming. Clara did too and there was nothing she could do.

"Been there, done that, that's why he's here."

Clara's vision blurred, she clutched her chest, and gasped, short, whimpered panic breathes. The Captain turned to her, ignoring the Hooded man so much that she turned her back to him. She looked Clara in the eyes. " Clara, count." She said and Clara couldn't stop shaking, this had be happening lately, on the bad days when her grief and fear became too much. Her chest closed, her breath threatened, not to come but again, the Captain was there, like she was now.

"...1" She whimpered

Clara focused on the Captain's worried eyes. Eyes like Jon's would have been. She couldn't lose her too.

"Count Clara." The Captain urged. Clara looked at the Hooded man. Her vision blurring and sharpening.

"2..."

"Now breathe."

Clara took a deep breath and her chest stopped aching, slowly.

"3..."

The Captain breathed with her, through her own pain.

"4." They said together, their eyes locked on one another. Clara allow the world to fall away and just focused on the Captain.

"5." Clara was calm again, the panic attack over.

Robyn stood then, sweat dotting her brow. She stood in front of Clara, protectively.

"Let the girl walk and we can finished this." She said and Clara shook her head and grabbed her uninjured arm. Robyn winched but her gaze held the hooded man.

"No! Please, I can't lose you too!" She begged and Robyn looked at her strangely. As if she saw her with new eyes. Clara then looked at the hooded man, herself, passion burning in her amber eyes. " Please, She's all I have left." She said and realized then how, in such a short time, how she'd grown to care for the Captain, despite it all.
Jon said she was like that, she loved so much, hate was near impossible for her, at least not for long. She even loved her parents when most wouldn't have.

She clutched at Robyn's arm, who was now turning pale.

"Please..."

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Oliver locked eyes with Robyn Sheva, The Crimson Lady, the scourge of the seas and doom to sailors fool enough to test her waters. He stood there, his bow in his hand, his jaw tensed yet made no move. She had promised not to attack The North, she'd gone back on that promise and began working with The Fiery Hand, she'd killed and murdered and maimed during her time working for them. She'd taken this girl as a captive yet had treated her kindly, gently. So much so that she'd garnered the trust and even love of this young woman. She was willing to die to protect Robyn Sheva, he'd never thought he'd see the day that anyone would do that. She pleaded with him, staring into the darkness of his hood and begged him. He had saved her that day, she remembered it well as did he. Would he be saving her now if he killed Robyn or spared her?

"Please, She's all I have left. Please..."

She said, her voice heavy with emotion as tears streamed down her cheeks and she clutched at the arm of Robyn Sheva. Sheva herself had lost all color, her skin was pasty, her eyes were hazy and her eye lids fluttered reflexively. Oliver could see her shuddered breathes, the way she swayed on her unsteady feet. His choice was made for him as her knees buckled and she dropped. Oliver was fast enough to catch her before she fell, slipping his right arm under her left arm and around her back to support her weight.

"She's lost a lot of blood, we need to get this arrow out."

Oliver said as he slung his bow over his back before he put his left arm under her knees and picked her up. Standing up, cradling Robyn in his arms the oddness that he was about to attempt to save her life when he was trying to kill her moments earlier was not lost on him. His eyes flicked to the midnight haired beauty beside him as she looked up at him so curiously.

"I'm going to need your help."

He said before walking off back the way they'd come towards Robyn's office. As they made their way down the corridor they passed all the arrows Oliver had fired earlier. Easily a dozen or more were sticking out of the wall and floor, sunk deep into the wood of the ship. She got lucky she got hit by the one she did, where she did. Arrow entered Robyn's office and cleared everything off her desk with one sweep of his arm after he leaned Robyn back on his chest so he could free up a hand. Then he set her down as gently as possibly and rolled her onto her stomach so he could see the wound. He shot a quick glance back at the girl who was looking on in concern.

"We need needle and thread."

He said, giving her something to do so she wouldn't be consumed with worry. Turning back to Robyn's unconscious body Oliver needed to inspect the wound. Pulling another arrow out of his quiver he used the arrow head as a razor blade and sliced open the shirt so he could expose the wound. He balled up the extra cloth to use as a bandage once the arrow was out. The arrow had sunk deep, looking to have stopped at the shoulder blade. That was fortunate, should the arrow had gone all the way through, she'd probably be dead by now. He eyed the arrow stuck in her back critically, there was nothing for it, it had to come out. Wrapping one hand tightly around the base of the arrow while he put his other hand on her back to hold her down. He took a breath and pulled hard and fast, tearing the projectile clean out of her back. Blood spurted out but he quickly applied the cloth to the wound to staunch the bleeding. He reached for a bottle of rum sitting nearby, the one thing pirate ships were good for was alcohol. He pulled the cork out with his teeth before spitting it out and pouring some of the strong drink on the wound to clean it out and sanitize it.

There was too much blood, she was going to bleed out if he didn't do something. His mind snapped to a remedy he'd learned on the island and had used a few times since. He turned to the girl who was approaching him with needle and thread.

"Here, come here."

He said, beckoning her to come and stand where he was. He grabbed her hand, the blood on his gloves soaking her olive skin.

"Apply pressure here. Can you sow her up?"

She looked nervous and unsure but resigned to do whatever she could to save her friend. Oliver gave her a reassuring nod and stepped back, pulling off his gloves and setting them aside as he went to Robyn's dresser. He pulled back his hood so he could work and reached down to his belt and one of the many pouches on it. He pulled out a tiny satchel smaller than most coin purses. In it were an assortment of strong smelling herbs that he'd gotten from the island. He pinched a bit and put them in a mortar and pestle on Robyn's dresser. He began meticulously crushing up the herbs until he had a thick, gooey paste. Bringing the foul smelling salve over he tilted Robyn's head and opened her mouth before rubbing a bit on her gums. He could feel the girl staring at him, he looked up, his starling blue eyes meeting her amber ones. Image

"This will stimulate muscle growth and recovery. That wound will heal in half the time, though her breath will smell funny for a few hours."

He said softly to put her at ease before he eyed her work with the needle and thread. She had just finished closing the wound. He walked around to stand behind her, looking over her shoulder at the wound.

"That's a good stitch. She'll be ok, she just needs rest now."

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"She's lost a lot of blood, we need to get this arrow out." He said after catching the Captian as she fell. She’d gone ghostly pale, her full lips tinted blue. It took Clara all she had not to shutter, so she looked up at the hooded man instead. ”I’m going to need your help.” He said and she watched him gingerly lift Robyn in his arms and walk her into her cabin. The entire way, arrows lined the wall and it made Clara feel sick. He was mere moments from killing the one person who’d done nothing but protect her.
Clara felt a little selfish for that, she should have hated her. She killed her countrymen. She’d done so just this morning. She deserved this, but the thought of Robyn’s death made her chest ache.
Once inside, the hooded man, cleared Robyn’s desk and gently lay her on top of it. Clara’s hand held on to the wolf at her throat as she watched him assess the damage he’d done.
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”We need a needle and thread.”
Clara blinked and nodded, she scurried around the cabin, looking for the very thing. She’d seen Casey use it on her when she took a bullet to the arm, a few days prior.
”Where is it? Where is it?” She thought as she looked through Robyn’s things, and after what seemed like hours, she found it, a needle and thread, in a decorative box. Clara would have to ask Robyn about this box, it was lovely, and looked foreign.
She turned back, there was a great deal more blood then there had been before. She was glad she didn’t eat this morning, her heart wasn’t up for it, if it had, it would have threatened to return at the sight. She brought him the needle and thread. He looked up at her.Image ”Here, come here.” He said and she approached him, he took her hands and her heart kicked against her chest, despite the blood that now stained her skin. All she could focus on was his hands on hers. ”Apply pressure here. Can you sow her up?” He asked, leading her hand and Clara had to blink a few times. Her mother taught her needlepoint. She knew how to sow a tight and secure stitch...on fabric...not skin. She shook away her nervousness and nodded. Slowly, she threaded the needle, and took a deep breath before sliding the needle through Robyn’s skin, up and over, up and over, she sowed the wound closed. She looked up as he approached with an odd smelling paste, and watched him place it in Robyn’s mouth.
Clara’s brow stitched for a moment as she looked at him "This will stimulate muscle growth and recovery. That wound will heal in half the time, though her breath will smell funny for a few hours." He said, he was trying to joke but honestly, Clara was struck by the sight of his eyes, no longer hidden by the hood. She, thankfully, had just as she finished and was glad for it, otherwise, she would have froze there. She blinked back to reality and looked down at her work. It was a perfect stitch, just as her mother taught her. She cut the thread and knotted it as he came around her, looking over her shoulder. It was then she got a good look at his face. He was...handsome in a way that made her heart rap against her ribcage, his closeness brought warmth to her body, making her realize she was cold. "That's a good stitch. She'll be ok, she just needs rest now." He said, but all Clara could do was watch him.
She’d dreamt of meeting him. The one that saved her life that day. Her mind had conjured up thoughts of how they’d one day meet, how she’d thank him for what he’d done. She never believed she would actually meet him, and all she could do now was look at him. Handsomely chiseled face, deep-set eyes, the color of the sea, there was darkness there, they were guarded, and perhaps even a little sad...there was something about his eyes that made her want to lose herself in them.
”say something, Clara.”
“Thank you...” She breathed, looking away. “for sparing her...and for saving me...I owe you my life.” She said and while that man probably wouldn’t have killed her, it certainly wouldn’t have been the life she wanted and she knew herself enough, that she wouldn’t have let it last very long. She’d threatened to end it once...
“I’m Clara...Clara Stark.” She said, and for the life of her didn’t know why she was even still talking. “I never thought I’d get to see you...but this was certainly not the way I’d imagined it...” She stopped and blushed red. ”Gods, Clara, stop talking.”
It would help if he weren’t so close...no, it wouldn’t and she knew it. Gods, she was hopeless..

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Oliver's gaze drifted from Robyn's unconscious to the midnight haired beauty standing before him. She looked up at him, nearly trembling. Her hands caked with dried blood, her face stained with tears, yet in her eyes there was something almost magical. A purity, a hope that Oliver didn't think existed anymore. He could see it as she looked at him, as if she didn't believe what she was looking at. He stood, looking down at her almost in awe himself. In awe of her beauty, of her spirit and her strength. He'd seen it that night when he'd saved her, that strength born of anger and rage, not wanting to be weak she refused to submit. He admired it then, and seeing what she accomplished today he admired her now. She was truly remarkable.

“Thank you...”

She spoke finally, breaking the tension between them with a soft, breathy voice. She looked away from him, as if embarrassed as she continued, he found her demeanor adorably attractive.

“for sparing her...and for saving me...I owe you my life.”

"You don't owe me anything."

Oliver replied softly.

“I’m Clara...Clara Stark. I never thought I’d get to see you...but this was certainly not the way I’d imagined it...”

"Stark?.."

Oliver muttered in shock. He'd heard the Starks were all dead but his scouts and agents had proven otherwise. The leaders of the pack had fallen yes, The King Edmond and his wife along with their three sons and their young daughter. There were reports that two of Lord Eddards Starks children had been killed as well since they were in Winterfell at the time of the attack but that hadn't proved entirely true either. Robb Stark had somehow survived and was now leading the resistance against The Fiery Hand, not only that but he was doing quite well so far, he hadn't lost a battle since this began. As for young Arya Stark no words of whether she was alive or dead had yet to surface.

Clara Stark was not one of the well known of the Stark extended family. He knew she was the youngest daughter of Lord Edwin Stark. He'd heard tell that the eldest, Julia was on the fast track up the political ladder but not Clara, little was known about her. Yet while his mind flashed through what facts he knew about her all he could do was feel sorrow for the girl standing before him. Sorrow for the loss of so many members of her family, the tragedies she'd suffered so recently and the predicament she was now in. She wasn't like the other nobility he'd encountered, that was obvious. She wasn't a target or a threat, just... Clara. Image

"I'm..."

Oliver began, his voice unsteady as fumbled. Compassion was not something he'd conveyed openly in a while.

"I'm sorry, for what's happened. I tried to get to Winterfell as soon as I'd heard... I wish I could have saved them too."

Oliver said honestly. He may have had his issues with the noble class but a blood bath was never the answer. He only killed when necessary and he never did so mercilessly. He was a killer, for certain but he fought every day to rein in his more violent tendencies. He couldn't allow himself to become the very thing he fought against, someone with power doing what he wanted because he could.

"At least they didn't get all of you. You made it out, and your cousin, that's something to hold on to."

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"Stark?" The surprise in his voice, made her blink. So perhaps she hadn't made a complete fool of herself. He studied her then, making Clara feel suddenly small, his eyes, were startling but she couldn't look away. He looked as if he knew of her but not well. That was a look she was familiar with, everyone knew Julia, but the littlest one, seemed to take them by surprise. Finally, she pulled her eyes away from him, her brow furrowing at the thought of her sister, how she last saw her, a body, piled ontop of the others. nameless...

"I'm..." He stopped, and she heard the unsteadiness of his voice, as if he didn't know how to say what he wanted.
"I'm sorry, for what's happened. I tried to get to Winterfell as soon as I'd heard... I wish I could have saved them too." He said and Clara could only nod, her heart aching at the thought of her family, gone. Her hand rose to the pendant at her neck, as if trying to draw strength from it.
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"At least they didn't get all of you. You made it out, and your cousin, that's something to hold on to."
Clara nodded but then finally what he said struck her. Her head rose slowly in realization. "My cousin?" She asked, slowly. "Who is it? Where are they? Can you take me to them?" She asked all in one breath. Her heart raced. Was it Jon? Was he alive? Was he still looking for her? What if it wasn't Jon? It didn't matter who it was, she would be happy just the same. If she were honest with herself, she was hoping it was Jon.

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She jumped at the mention of her surviving cousin. The reaction was almost chemical, word of his survival was the catalyst, hope and worry were the result. She bombarded Oliver with question and he saw she hadn't heard about him. She had no idea Robb Stark yet lived or perhaps the last she'd heard were the early reports that too was slain. Oliver had heard those rumors as well but The Brotherhood without Banners has an extensive network of spies and agents working in every city and holdfast of The North. Robb Stark had taken command of the sword arm of the resistance. He led from the from as it's battlefield commander. While young he had a good head for war and as of yet, hasn't lost a single battle. He's been liberating slave camps and small villages picking away at the occupations forces. Image

His father Lord Eddard Stark was working on the long term running of the country and ensuring it's survival. He remained in Castle Black with his wife and remaining family. He's been sending out ravens to every nation that might possibly be convinced to lend aid. He's been providing sanctuary to refugees as well as the wounded. There was a time that Lord Eddard may have been in the field with his son but he was an older man and would in truth only get in the way. While not an old decrepit elder he was long past his solidering days and he had a bad leg that troubled him. Fortunately Lord Eddard was not a prideful man and had no qualms about staying behind in Castle Black. He was proud to help the war effort in any way he could. It troubled Oliver to think this meek man would probably be their king when it was all said and done. Then again he wouldn't necessarily want The Wild Wolf running things either.

"You haven't heard? No one told you?"

Oliver asked his eyes, only momentarily flicking to Robyn's unconscious body wondering if she knew, before returning to Clara.

"Robb Stark, he was in Winterfell for your wedding. They'd said he was killed but he wasn't. He survived, fought his way out of Winterfell and regrouped with loyal Stark bannermen. He's leading the resistance in tandem with his father Lord Eddard Stark who is technically next in line for the throne. Last I'd heard Lord Eddard is working out of Castle Black and you're cousin is marching on White Harbor with his army to take it back from the invaders. If you want me to take you to him, I can."

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"You haven't heard? No one told you?"
Clara shook her head furiously. “ No, last I heard, everyone one was dead.” she said, her hands gripping at her dress in anticipation.

"Robb Stark, he was in Winterfell for your wedding. They'd said he was killed but he wasn't. He survived, fought his way out of Winterfell and regrouped with loyal Stark bannermen. He's leading the resistance in tandem with his father Lord Eddard Stark who is technically next in line for the throne. Last I'd heard Lord Eddard is working out of Castle Black and you're cousin is marching on White Harbor with his army to take it back from the invaders. If you want me to take you to him, I can."

There was a small amount of disappointment. She had to admit. She wanted it to be Jon but only because they'd been closer. Robb, he was a great man and he'd spoil her rotten if he could. He was always good for a laugh, so laid back and calm, in a way that would charm any woman. Jon was more brooding that way. The disappointment was gone and now hope bloomed in her chest. Uncle Eddard yet lived as well and better still, Robb was coming to White Harbor. He was going to liberate her home...and he could take her too him. She wasn't alone.

“Please! I want to-”
“Ugh...” A groan from the desk stole Clara's attention and she dashed over. “Captain!” She said looking over at her. The piratess opened her eyes and turned over, heaving up whatever he put in her mouth,. “ What in the happy hell was that?!” She said after relieving the contents of her stomach. “I'm not sure exactly but he said It would help you heal.” She said and that's when Robyn looked up, her face still green from nausea. Her eyes narrowed. “You son of a bi-”
“Captain Stop!” Clara pushed her back, as Robyn started. “You deserved it! You killed my countrymen, and if it weren't for you protecting me the way you did, I would have never forgiven you.” She said, and Robyn's dark eyes met Clara's impassioned amber ones. “ You deserved that arrow your back, and honestly, it will do nothing to placate the lives you took, but perhaps you can atone for it.” She said and Robyn look at her oddly. As if the Clara standing there was not the Clara she knew. Clara was breathing hard and Robyn cocked her eyes, her eyes now dancing with amusement. “How so?” She asked her and Clara blinked. She hadn't thought that far ahead but she had to think of something. “ My cousin, Robb, He leads the resistance. You can help him.” She said and Robyn looked at her. Image“With what?” She said as if this was completely absurd. “Fighting them. Fight against them.” She said. “Otherwise, He'll kill you and there won't be a thing I could do to stop it.” She said, and was shaking again. She was bluffing something fierce but she needed to try something. Robyn's eyes rose to the man behind her, they narrowed before she looked back down at her. “What makes you I want atonement.”
“I don't think you do, but I think you want to protect me, why, I don't know, either way, I have a habit of getting into trouble. I am going to White Harbor, with or without you.” She said and Robyn chuckled, making Clara feel small again. “I knew there was a reason I took you.” She said and Clara let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. “ Fine, we'll go to white harbor.” She said and Clara smiled. “ Without the Arrow.” She said and Clara's smile vanished. “ He comes.”
“He killed my men.”
“You killed mine!” Clara spat back and Robyn was struck dumb for a moment and then she looked at the Arrow.
“Fine, He cleans up to bodies.” She said and Clara relaxed. That was close as she was going to get as a yes and she'll take it.
She turned to the Arrow and smiled, blinking some. “There. We're going to White Harbor.” She said and exhaustion over took her and she fainted.

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The groan snapped Oliver's attention from Clara and her beuaty, her light to a piratess returning form death itself. She coughed, complaining of what was in her mouth. That herbal paste saved her life, but from first hand experience, Oliver knew how it tasted and what it did to your stomach. She vomited before looking back at him.

“You son of a bi-”

She began, a look of pure hate in her eyes. Oliver didn't move, his stare steady and even as a bowstring poised to fire. She tried to rise but it was Clara who stopped her much to both Robyn and Oliver's suprise.

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Clara shouted as she pushed her back, as Robyn started.

“You deserved it! You killed my countrymen, and if it weren't for you protecting me the way you did, I would have never forgiven you.You deserved that arrow your back, and honestly, it will do nothing to placate the lives you took, but perhaps you can atone for it.”

Clara offered atonement, a worthy goal. For someone like Robyn Sheva, he wasn't sure there was atonement for the things she'd done but there was always a start. Could she ever be good, noble, kind? Oliver wasn't so sure, anymore than if he was any of those things. What she could do was fight, fight against those who've poisoned this country. She'd been a part of that, as he had so many years ago and his father before him but it wasn't who she was underneath, but what she did that defined her. He had to believe that, as much for her as he had to for himself.

“How so?”

Robyn asked her stopping Clara in her tracks. Oliver flicked his gaze to her, honestly curious what her answer would be.

“My cousin, Robb, He leads the resistance. You can help him.”

“With what?”

“Fighting them. Fight against them.Otherwise, He'll kill you and there won't be a thing I could do to stop it.”

She said. As if response to her words Oliver's eyes narrowed on Robyn. Clara was right, and he wouldn't spare The Crimson Lady twice. That's when he noticed Clara was shaking again. He took a step closer to her, not liking what he was seeing.

“What makes you I want atonement?”

Robyn asked.

“I don't think you do, but I think you want to protect me, why, I don't know, either way, I have a habit of getting into trouble. I am going to White Harbor, with or without you.”

She said and Robyn chuckled.

“I knew there was a reason I took you.”

“Fine, we'll go to white harbor. Without the Arrow.”

Oliver let his gaze turn back to Robyn. She was either crazy or delirious or both, he was not allowing Robyn Sheva to take Clara anywhere alone. The only reason she was still breathing was because Clara had stayed his hand but not for one second did he trust Robyn.

“He comes.”

“He killed my men.”

“You killed mine!”

Clara spat back and Robyn was struck dumb for a moment and then she looked at the Arrow. Oliver held her stare evenly. She hated this and he knew it. He wasn't going anywhere without Clara. She didn't have control, she hated it and he knew it. It was all in a look, a silent dare, to try and make him leave.

“Fine, He cleans up to bodies.”

She said and Oliver wanted to chuckle. She was grasping at straws, she just wanted to do anything to get back at him but she had nothing. Clara turned to him and smiled, blinking some.

“There. We're going to White Harbor.”

She fell but for the second time today, he was fast enough to catch her. He stood there, holding Clara in his arms, his eyes on Robyn as she stared back at him.Image

"No more feinting."

He said, only half joking before he turned to head out the door.

"Show me where her room is, then you and I can have that chat that we both know is coming."

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"No more feinting."

The Arrow said and The Crimson Lady could have cheerfully, kicked his ass so hard he'd spend the rest of his days spinning, but she couldn't, not for the tiny little sprite in his arms. to whom held more power then she first thought. She was impressed.

"Show me where her room is, then you and I can have that chat that we both know is coming."

"The Kitchen , below deck." She said and walked with him to the room where Clara stayed, she pushed the door open and saw that the wall panel hadn't been closed back. She must had heard the bodies drop and came rushing up...worried for her. Robyn looked at the girl. She did care for the girl, it was very hard not to and it seemed the girl felt the same about her. "There." She said and nodded to the bed inside the once hidden room. As he laid her on the bed, Robyn folded her arms across her chest.

"Go ahead and threaten me, tell me how I broke the deal, yea, yea, Get on with it." She said with a huff. It wasn't like she was afraid of him, but she didn't want to be on his bad side, his weapons came quite in handy. She didn't want to lose that. That ship has sailed and sunk, she knew that the moment she agreed to meet with Melissande. "What I'd like to know is why haven't you strung your bow yet? It can't honestly be because of her?" She asked him and smirked that devilish grin that both drew men in and took them out. She was very curious as to why he hadn't resumed there fight. If it was because of Clara, that girl had more power then she knew.

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Oliver laid her down gently, resting her head on her pillow. She looked so peaceful, content, like she had not a care in the world. If only that were true. Yet she would wake up, and when she did all her troubles would be back, but after he what he'd seen of her she'd be able to handle it. He stepped out of her room and turned to Robyn who seemed frustrated to say the least.

"Go ahead and threaten me, tell me how I broke the deal, yea, yea, Get on with it. What I'd like to know is why haven't you strung your bow yet? It can't honestly be because of her?"

Oliver cocked his head ever so slightly as he looked at Robyn incredulously.

"Can't it? Would it be that surprising? I made her a promise on the deck of this ship not an hour ago. I told her 'no more'. I don't go back on my promises."

He said, adding emphasis where it was needed to let her know he wouldn't soon forget her betrayal. They stared each other down a moment before he turned from her with a shake of his head, half in disgust and half in frustration.

"I'm not going to ask you why."

He said as he looked at her again while he leaned against the wall, folding his arms across his chest.

"Because to be honest I don't care. If it was money, or power or whatever the hell it was she promised you to get you to join her. What I do want to know is what you're doing with, her."

He said, with a nod towards Clara's sleeping body.

"I may have done things I'm not proud of but saving people is not out of the realm of normalcy for me. You on the other hand, the list of people I can think of that you've helped I can count on one hand and most of those weren't out of the goodness of your heart. So what is it about her? Why protect her? And no jokes, no bravado. Give me a straight answer, for once. Let's say you owe me for saving your life."

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"Can't it? Would it be that surprising? I made her a promise on the deck of this ship not an hour ago. I told her 'no more'. I don't go back on my promises."

Robyn had to laugh. He was really not gonna let that go. Did he not know who she was? She was the Crimson Lady, the most feared pirate on the sea, her wrath and violence was second only to a hurricane. She didn't get that way by making promises of mercy.

I'm not going to ask you why."
"Then don't," came her reply.

"Because to be honest I don't care. If it was money, or power or whatever the hell it was she promised you to get you to join her. What I do want to know is what you're doing with, her." He said and she cocked her head, her brow arched.

"I may have done things I'm not proud of but saving people is not out of the realm of normalcy for me. You on the other hand, the list of people I can think of that you've helped I can count on one hand and most of those weren't out of the goodness of your heart. So what is it about her? Why protect her? And no jokes, no bravado. Give me a straight answer, for once. Let's say you owe me for saving your life."

Robyn looked at him, then to her and then back at him. She honestly had no idea, she hadn't really thought about it, it was as if she was compelled to keep her close.
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"Why me?! Of all the men, of all the boys, you chose me, a girl, a whore?! Why Captain?"

"Your eyes, Robyn."


"Her eyes." She said and decided she'd give him this. "There was something in her eyes, they reminded me of someone,
I'd lost." She said, and her jaw set, she looked down at the floor, her mind floating back to her time she'd rather forget.

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ImageOliver looked at Robyn and couldn't believe her candor. For a moment, a brief moment that swagger of the pirate captain was gone and he got a glimpse at the woman underneath. Someone who wasn't always so strong, so untouchable, someone who was damaged. Not so unlike himself. With such a simple explanation he got it. It was cemented his belief that he'd suspect all those years ago when he first met Robyn Sheva. She was better than she thought she was, she was more, maybe she didn't realize it but she had the potential to be more.

Oliver nodded slowly, in understanding.

"It's the things we lose, the things we can probably never get back, that we spend the rest of our lives chasing."

Oliver paused as she looked at him, something distant in her eyes, like a memory. Robyn Sheva was a complex individual and someone who was deserved more than an arrow in the back, she deserved a second chance.

"You said something in there, about atonement. You asked what made her think you wanted it."

Oliver took a moment to find the words.

"People like you and me don't want atonement, because we don't deserve it. The things we've done, the people we've hurt, it changes us. It's like we're fighting a war everyday of our lives and it chips little pieces of ourselves away. Maybe, there isn't redemption for us, but what we can do is try to make a difference. Try and change things for others, like Clara, to give them what we've lost. So they never have to lose it themselves."

Oliver pushed himself off the wall and took a step towards Robyn.

"Robb Stark can be that difference. If we help him, if you, help him. The Fiery Hand? You don't want to work for them. I know them and they will drag you down and suck the life from you unless you get yourself as far away from them as possible. Let me help you before you drown."

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"It's the things we lose, the things we can probably never get back, that we spend the rest of our lives chasing." Robyn looked up at him. It was almost as if he knew, if he knew what she was chasing...She looked away.

"He's coming back, He has to come back...He wouldn't just leave me...."

Robyn closed her eyes, shaking the thoughts away. His death still stung to this day and whatever hope she had for happiness died with him.
"You said something in there, about atonement. You asked what made her think you wanted it." He said, bringing her back to the conversation at hand.

"People like you and me don't want atonement, because we don't deserve it. The things we've done, the people we've hurt, it changes us. It's like we're fighting a war everyday of our lives and it chips little pieces of ourselves away. Maybe, there isn't redemption for us, but what we can do is try to make a difference. Try and change things for others, like Clara, to give them what we've lost. So they never have to lose it themselves."

She looked up at him, her brow twitched together some. Words not coming to her. Here she thought she knew the Arrow but there was great deal more to him then she first thought.
He stepped forward and Robyn stood straight, looking him in the eye.
"Robb Stark can be that difference. If we help him, if you, help him. The Fiery Hand? You don't want to work for them. I know them and they will drag you down and suck the life from you unless you get yourself as far away from them as possible. Let me help you before you drown." He said and she chuckled humorlessly. She leaned close almost as if she were going to kiss him.
"I've already drowned..." She whispered and walked out of the kitchen, grabbing a peach on the way. "You've bodies to clean, Arrow, don't forget." She said, her mask back on, and locked tight. He'd gotten too close, way to close. almost as if he picked her brain and laid the contents on a table for all to see. It was suffocating.

She'd go to White Harbor, and try for Clara's sake but she couldn't make any promises...He should know that by now.