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Post by Marlow on Feb 29, 2016 17:37:22 GMT -5
"Still plan to be here a while, despite what Sothoryos wants. We were curious if you had any advice or wanted to trade. My name is Lord Captain Harwyn Goodbrother, third in command of the Iron Empire outside of the King's family and the founder of our little fort. Any deal we make here will be followed through with." Harwyn gestured to the fort in the distance behind them. "I invite you to port with us for food and drinks."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 29, 2016 17:41:50 GMT -5
"Tempting," the captain said, "but we're on a...time? My advice is to not go to Zamettar," he said. "Or Yeen." He pointed southeast. "And go too far that way and you'll run into Aenys Targaryen's own fortress. His representatives are better trained to deal with..." he looks for the word. "Talky...things."
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Post by Marlow on Feb 29, 2016 17:46:13 GMT -5
Harwyn chuckled before waving to his crew. "Very well, we won't hold you up any longer. Safe travels through Sothoryos. One last thing, do you have any advice against the mosquitoes? The flying bastards."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Feb 29, 2016 17:54:52 GMT -5
The captain thought a second and nodded. "Lemon juice. They hate the smell. But you'll hate the smell soon enough too."
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Post by Marlow on Feb 29, 2016 19:55:39 GMT -5
Harwyn thanks the man before relaying the information to his crew. He'd rather have the fort smelling like Lysol than vomit and diarrhea. When the men return to the camp, the order is given for every lemon seen between here and the Wall to be gathered and used for mosquito repellent. With the general area around the fort now known, the scouting parties are reduced to one group of ten each day, performing a wide sweep through the nearby jungles to forage for necessary supplies.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 1, 2016 12:38:27 GMT -5
The foraging goes all right; only two men are devoured by apes the size of normal elephants. After another week or so, the sickness around camp diminishes to a level that is right about hospital ward status. The natives are appearing on the periphery of their furthest parties more and more frequently, however.
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Post by Marlow on Mar 1, 2016 15:23:36 GMT -5
With reports of the natives becoming overly common, Harwyn organizes an expedition once again to locate their village(s). Although it is mostly composed of volunteers tired of being stalked and studied, scouts are brought along to guide the party to the areas they are seen most frequently.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 1, 2016 15:27:58 GMT -5
Moving farther this time, after two days' travel Harwyn sees a village. It's mostly empty, but some people remain, fetching water and the like.
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Post by Marlow on Mar 1, 2016 16:14:32 GMT -5
Harwyn and co. advance forwards to the village, shields up in the event of an attack at range. The locals might enjoy stalking his men, but the fact that they hadn't killed anyone yet was the only thing preventing this from being a raid.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 1, 2016 16:30:55 GMT -5
The locals don't seem worried. Maybe they've never seen foreigners. The village square is open and full of fruit and meat.
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Post by Marlow on Mar 1, 2016 16:53:34 GMT -5
Harwyn motions for his men to relax before looking around, wondering where everybody else is. "I'm going to guess nobody here understands us. This is going to be interesting."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 1, 2016 18:15:44 GMT -5
A woman comes out to them, looking at their gear with amusement. She offers Harwyn a date. It looks sweet and perfectly dried.
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Post by Marlow on Mar 2, 2016 9:15:17 GMT -5
Harwyn takes the date, briefly saying thanks before eating it. It probably wasn't poisoned, right?
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Post by The Forgotten God on Mar 2, 2016 13:08:20 GMT -5
If it is, it's the best poison he's ever tasted. The woman looks at the men and, lackin any language understanding, points south. She then makes a bow and arrow motion and points south again.
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Post by Marlow on Mar 2, 2016 13:36:36 GMT -5
Looking south for the moment, Harwyn turns to his men. "I'm guessing that means the others are out hunting. Three of you stay here and try not to kill anybody, we're going south."
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