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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 28, 2016 16:46:12 GMT -5
Marcie shook her head at the strange person's motions. "Damn you Rowan, always make me feel weird in my stomach," she said. "Maybe one of them swamp girls up north will like ye more." Harris chuckled and rose. "Tonight, Rowan," he said. "Meet us at the house. Bring the axes."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 28, 2016 16:47:01 GMT -5
Moria sees dozens of fish; the area is blessed with them. She can spear or bow them with little effort almost at will. Many others on the docks are doing the same.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Jul 28, 2016 16:55:41 GMT -5
She licked her lips as she got her bow in hand, going towards one of the lower parts of the dock as she notched an arrow. She made sure to tie a bit of line to the end of the arrow, so she could reel it in as she let loose her shot, aimed for a decent sized fish.
((Bow: 60))
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 28, 2016 16:59:55 GMT -5
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Moria easily catches a fish and her line pulls it in. It flops for a few seconds but dies soon enough. She'll eat well tonight. "Good shot," a young man's voice rings out. "You from around here?" The speaker is her age, thin, with a wispy mustache. "I'm Donnel," he said. "From up by Lord harrock's."
Lord Harrock rules the area from his castle fifty miles north. Visitors from his town are rare but not unheard of.
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Jul 28, 2016 17:08:28 GMT -5
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Post by Rowan on Jul 28, 2016 17:08:28 GMT -5
Rowan chuckles at Marlie
Rowan nods at Harris 'I go nn try one some time' Rowen looks thoughful, 'Mind if eh has a little kip in heh barn whist the moon buggers about beh hind heh sun?' Rowan gives a funny look 'an where else would meh axes beh?'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 28, 2016 17:16:32 GMT -5
"Stay where you will," Harris said, "always a cot for you at the barn." He nodded and rose to leave. Grinning Ben the butcher chuckled.
"You e'er killed a man? Or woman?"
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Jul 28, 2016 17:18:17 GMT -5
".....Moria..." Moria said as she looked donnel over suspiciously, holding the arrow with the fish at the end of it. This place didn't usually get much outsiders, let alone from people who lived near their big boss up the road, as she called Lord Harrock. "I've always lived here."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 28, 2016 17:20:14 GMT -5
"Good," he said, "I need a guide. Lord Harrock wants me to get a count of the farms around here, and the businesses. Can you help me?" He offers a small bag. "Fifteen copper in it for you."
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Jul 28, 2016 17:27:26 GMT -5
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Post by Rowan on Jul 28, 2016 17:27:26 GMT -5
Rowan smiles 'Thanks Harris.' Then gives Ben a funny look while chewing the food 'I got three favorite sounds in the world.. The sound a man makes when you plant an axe in their bits and a sound a skull makes when it pops and the plop the insides of a head makes when they falls out and splats on the ground.' Rowan says like they are commenting on the weather and scrapes out the last morsels in the bowl.
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Jul 28, 2016 17:34:02 GMT -5
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 28, 2016 17:34:02 GMT -5
"Good," Ben said. "Might be useful coming up. Them lords can only take so much afore it's time to take what we deserve back." He stood as well. "not a word to anyone." Rowan sees the local fisher girl Rowan talking to a stranger out on the docks fifty or so yards away, but the rest of the folk they see aren't particularly memorable.
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Post by Rowan on Jul 28, 2016 17:44:38 GMT -5
Rowan nods a bit and after drained their pot they head out. Rowan walks by heading for Harris' farm where they shuck their axe sling and curl up in a warm heap of hay around their axes for a good snooze on a full belly before they are due to meet the pair up at the house later, not doubting much that they could be up much of the night.
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Jul 28, 2016 17:53:05 GMT -5
"15 Coppers?" Moria said, almost jumping at the idea then and there before she stopped herself. Maybe if this guy had 15 coppers, he had more coin. And if he had more coin, maybe she could get her hands on that extra coin. "I can show you the farms, sure. But there are a lot of them, even with how small this town is..." she said as she tried to put on her best sales pitch and sales face, "And since I'd need to put off prepping my food to do so...how about a few more coppers?" she asked with her cutest smile, hoping this guy would be the type to take sympathy on a girl like her.
((Charm: 40))
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 28, 2016 18:31:25 GMT -5
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The young man may give more than sympathy at this rate. He nods. "Twenty then," he said. "And I'll buy your dinner."
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Post by Lord Korben of Nightsong on Jul 28, 2016 21:29:55 GMT -5
Moria smiled as she skipped to join Donnel at his side, "You're very kind, good sir." Moria said, sounding humble as she racked her brain for the best part to start. "Let's get started. I think Big Ben's farm is a good start point. It's the small one outside the docks growing cabbage."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 29, 2016 4:23:35 GMT -5
Donnel nodded and followed her. "So you fish?" He asked. "I've only seen the ocean once." They get to the fields and he starts counting, marking rows on a sheet of parchment.
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