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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 29, 2016 16:00:47 GMT -5
The scamper up the nets is swift and quiet, and after a minute the sound of burning is heard. "Fire!" A crewman screams, and groggy sailors rush to fight their burning wagon.
"Up!" Harris said, getting onto the deck. "To the hold!" He scampers for the stairs.
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Jul 29, 2016 16:02:22 GMT -5
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Post by Rowan on Jul 29, 2016 16:02:22 GMT -5
Rowan follows close behind.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 29, 2016 16:09:55 GMT -5
Looting! 90 +1 raiding.
Rowan makes off with crates of spices and a bag of silver coins. It sounds like a fight on the mainland. Harris has his arms full and the three rush back to the water. "Fucking nice!" He hissed. The trio sees their compatriots running through town. Ben is already at the rendezvous point though. "Maybe even fewer to share the spoils with!" He grinned. "Nice Rowan."
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Jul 29, 2016 16:24:14 GMT -5
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Post by Rowan on Jul 29, 2016 16:24:14 GMT -5
Rowan grins at him and does their best to not get the spices too wet as they cross the water.
'Decent haul? Best get a pace on, want be home 'fore anyone gets ideas oh chasing.'
20 Swimming?
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Jul 29, 2016 16:28:20 GMT -5
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 29, 2016 16:28:20 GMT -5
The swim quickly turns into a wade and they reach shore. They scamper and find Ben as a crewman finally, belatedly spots then. "Thieves!" He shouts, but there are no others to help him and so he watches impotently as they fade back into the woods. "Head inland," Harris instructed. "Ellyn, take the bags and head to the trail and we'll meet in twenty minutes." One advantage of small town banditry was that everyone knew where you lived and so trust came easily. "Come on Rowan and Ben! We'll set a false trail!"
The two sprint off to scatter the scent of the hunters. Rowan sees the ones in town heading in all directions as a dozen crewmen chase them.
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Jul 29, 2016 16:31:32 GMT -5
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Post by Rowan on Jul 29, 2016 16:31:32 GMT -5
Rowan quickly does their part of the plan, keeping a hand close to an axe just in case trouble should find the hermaphrodite.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 29, 2016 16:35:52 GMT -5
Couple rolls made.
Rowan and company make a clean getaway save for one of the ones she didn't know well, who is beaten severely but will probably lie about his origins. The rest of the gang rendezvous and Ellyn grins. "We're rich!"
They start heading south and after five miles hear panicked taking. Harris chuckles. "Two of those swimmers are lost..." He said happily.
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Jul 29, 2016 16:39:38 GMT -5
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Post by Rowan on Jul 29, 2016 16:39:38 GMT -5
Rowan eyes her 'gotsa gets rids first..' They then snigger at the fumbling about 'aww.. Anys want teh goes helps?'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 29, 2016 16:43:16 GMT -5
"We have a buyer," she winked. "I'll help you take care of them," she offered. "Ben and Harris...go find the rest. They should have to buy their clothes back, doncha think?" The outlaw slapped her ass.
"We'll bring some. Some might get lost on the way," he said with mock sadness.
Ellyn turned to Rowan and motioned for them to follow her. The naked figures are a male and a female, the man forty and flabby, his lover or daughter tall and skinny. Ellyn hides behind a tree in the still dim light and waits, content to enjoy the show for now as the others set off around the desperate pair.
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Jul 29, 2016 16:46:12 GMT -5
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Post by Rowan on Jul 29, 2016 16:46:12 GMT -5
Rowan nods once and follows, hiding also. Although in sight of the woman so they can signal each other. Rowan looks pretty amused at the hapless pairs quandary.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 29, 2016 16:50:31 GMT -5
After a while, the man collapses against a tree, panting. The woman tries to urge him on and then Ellyn motions Rowan to go around, while she steps out. "Oh my god," she said in mock shock, "I'm so...so sorry to stumble on you two!" The woman shakes her head.
"Please help! My father...someone stole our clothes and then our friends abandoned us...my father has a limp from the war!" Ellen shakes her head.
"How sad! You poor dear! Let me help!" She offers. She gets a walking stick. She looks to see if Rowan is setting up. They can't talk so he can do as he pleases as the trio works. The woman looks elated at the help, until... "That...that is Marie's shirt..." She said in growing horror.
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Post by Rowan on Jul 29, 2016 17:00:18 GMT -5
Rowan thinks a moment, checks pockets, then goes about setting up some snares and few traps to string them up in the air from trees upside down and dangling.
35 stealth 30 survival
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 29, 2016 17:44:13 GMT -5
(No time)
The girl turns shrieking from Ellyn, running straight at Rowan. The older man lunges and tackles the outlaw lady to buy her some time. It is quite heroic.
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Post by Rowan on Jul 29, 2016 17:47:26 GMT -5
If possible Rowan stands to the side and clotheslines her with their long axe hand as they are ran past.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 29, 2016 19:35:35 GMT -5
131 Sandra: 67
Rowan's axe haft lunges out and the unfortunate girl runs directly into it. She collapses and slams into the ground hard. She rolls onto her belly and tries to crawl away instinctively. Against normal odds Rowan sees Ellyn is having trouble with the man; he is too big for her to hurt with just her arms in close range, and her knife has been knocked from her grasp.
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