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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 29, 2016 15:55:27 GMT -5
Rowan's trek has not been pleasant. Weeks pass at sea, and the hermaphrodite sees over a quarter of the slaves he had been captured with die. They have lost twenty pounds, and are sick and weak themselves. Twice a day they are fed, but only the occasional strip show for curious crew members allows Rowan to see the sun or feel a breeze.
It's a strange sensation, stopping. "Off the fucking ship!" The orders are barked out, and the sick and dying are herded from the hold. Immediately some are split off, the weakest to a large warehouse, Rowan and a few dozen others to a small stone fortress. Tents have been made up and the slaves are housed in these. A guard approaches Rowan and Ellyn, who is sick but recovering slightly. "This is home. Tomorrow you strong ones dig pit, bury dead." Fresh water and food are provided, it the lace seems to be a giant island built for slaves.
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Post by Rowan on Aug 30, 2016 2:25:59 GMT -5
Rowan shuffles along with the rest of the slaves, blinking at the bright light of outside trying to get used to it again. Rowan hopes they will get a decent amount of food and water soon, though they were never one to over eat their belly has had many protests at the poor fair aboard ship. Rowan rolls their shoulders and stretches. Digging is no hardship compaired to other possible tasks and they have never been worried much by hard work. Rowan frowns a bit, somewhat sad and angry for all those who have needlessly died on route.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 30, 2016 5:59:47 GMT -5
As they find a tent to lay in, Ellyn laid on her back and looked at the brown ceiling. "I think this is it," she said. "We're getting sold here."
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Post by Rowan on Aug 30, 2016 9:15:39 GMT -5
'Mebbeh weh might get sold together.. Guess weh best make teh best oh which evah lot weh get.'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 30, 2016 10:16:59 GMT -5
Ellen sook her head. "We need to escape. We'll be worked right to death," she insisted. "I think we're still in Westeros..if we run we can find someone to help us!"
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Post by Rowan on Aug 30, 2016 13:10:02 GMT -5
Rowan studies her a moment before hmming 'an where weh gonna go? Weh dunno where weh are.. How weh gonna fight proper? Eh cant hit hard enough to make sleepy like eh can with axes.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 30, 2016 13:25:56 GMT -5
"We're never gonna be closer to home than now," she said. "I'm running tonight."
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Post by Rowan on Aug 30, 2016 14:28:19 GMT -5
Rowan shakes their head 'eh am in no state to beh running Erryn.. an neither beh yeh.. or have yeh forgotten the sickness weh all got in eh ship?'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 30, 2016 15:55:39 GMT -5
"I don't care," he said. "I'll die before I spend my life in one of their whorehouses. AndI surely ain't going to a decent one." She coughed. "I'll figure something out." Rowan sees more ships approaching from the west, silhouetted against a setting sun. "With the thousands of us I can blend in and survive...or die fighting."
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Post by Rowan on Aug 30, 2016 16:06:34 GMT -5
'Erryn.. weh were in dat ship for days and days that weh were awake feh.. eh dun think yeh woulda gun in circles teh confuse us.. weh are longer from home than ah eva bin.. eh dunno where is more than that away.. eh dunno nout far off places more than a few days from home.. eh man Harris had said it dun eva snow.. that must be very very far away..'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 30, 2016 18:35:05 GMT -5
Ellyn shrugged. "The. Tonight we part," she said. "Good luck to ye, Rowan." She goes to take a nap to build some strength up.
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Post by Rowan on Aug 30, 2016 21:34:11 GMT -5
Rowan looks unhappy as Ellyn sleeps, as much as they hate that they have been betrayed and sold it seems unlikely that they have much chance at escaping especially since Harris gained so much for their bodys peculiarity it is far less likely that they would be so simply missed as to be able to make a clean get away.. even more so since they could literally be anywhere in the world and they had heard odd tales of old places that could only be reached by going on the water.. why else send them on a ship.. Rowan falls into a fitful sleep. Scared for the unknown and fearful of what their vaule might mean.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 31, 2016 6:21:45 GMT -5
As Row sleeps, they are awakened by shouts and the like. Rowan sees armed men running to and fro, and they see a fire in the harbor. "Someone lit a fucking ship!" One of the villagers said. "It's burnin'!" More ships can be seen approaching, and it looks like something crazy is going on. "Bunch of people tried escaping!'
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Post by Rowan on Aug 31, 2016 7:32:09 GMT -5
Rowan looks about, rubs their eyes and sighs 'stupid bint'
Rowan tries to organise people and buckets to put the fire out in a chain with them self and another burly man hauling water from the sea as fast as they can. Rowan would persuade, intimidate, reason and strong arm as required to organise the fire putting out.
15 Observation 15 Intimidation 15 Diplomacy 35 strength
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Post by The Forgotten God on Aug 31, 2016 9:54:23 GMT -5
+2 to all skills
Rowan and their slave brigade manage to put the fire out, but the ship is a total loss. The armed men running about swiftly herd everyone together to count them. "Sort them out!" One calls. "We need this organized before SHE gets here!" Everyone looks confused, while they are sorted into groups of a dozen. "Any of you go missing, the rest die," the slavers promise.
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