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Post by Rowan on Sept 3, 2016 8:23:21 GMT -5
Rowan shudders a bit 'Eh dun much fancy being a slave but eh not scared of hard work.. eh jus dun want neh one messing wit meh bits en bumps..'
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 3, 2016 17:11:22 GMT -5
"I-Ironborn?" Abigail asked, sounding afraid. She didn't know what was worse - being taken as a slave to some unknown land or being a saltwife to some reaver. She began to shiver and hugged herself tightly.
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Post by Rowan on Sept 3, 2016 17:54:23 GMT -5
Rowan looks puzzled at their reactions not having any idea whats scary 'meh axes ah around someplace.. ah canna pop yah head if yah wanna fast way out? Or eh could crack yah neck if yah wanna tad slower?' Rowan says nonchalantly 'or yah can face yah fate and stop beein piss weak.. tah many died on meh first ship an all wailed first.. eh might beh a bet stupid on at mark of meh ma not known if ma grandpa or meh uncles are ma pa and meh beein werid bet brave dun take brains aww muscles onleh hope en balls and them eh has so ah dunna whys yehs excuse feh not beein braver.' Rowan looks at the woman while speaking, since well they have never found another hermaphrodite but they cant be the only one.. It was a poor pep talk but Rowan ernestly means well.. and honestly the whinging for the next however long would swiftly nark them hense the attempt at instilling. Rowan shifts about from foot to foot blushing maiden like 'eh is not good with words.. weh can make teh best or give up.. eh will not give up.'
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 3, 2016 18:37:22 GMT -5
Abigail looks up at Rowan with a confused expression, unable to make out a single word of the woman's speech. She slowly sits down, back against the wall, and wraps her arms around her legs. "I... I don't know what you said..."
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Post by Rowan on Sept 3, 2016 19:08:16 GMT -5
Rowan frowans a bit and says a bit slower and tries to prounce better 'buck up.. yeh in a room with a coupla women, a man and what eveh teh fuck eh am ment to be. Yah could be under the crew.'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 4, 2016 8:01:29 GMT -5
The giant nods slowly. "Could be worse," he grumbles in his low voice. The two girls just shiver and cry in the corner. "Who you?" He asks them. "Me Ephrym Crowl."
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On deck, Leona and Lyla watch as the coast of Dorne vanishes. "You want to take the wheel?" The captain asks. "You told me you could sail."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 4, 2016 8:49:35 GMT -5
Leona thought for a moment. "Are slaves allowed to do that? How can you be sure I won't run us aground and risk death over captivity?"
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Post by Rowan on Sept 4, 2016 9:28:30 GMT -5
Rowan mmms 'an is Rowan.. jus Rowan.. or sometimes Row to mah friends.' Rowan frowns 'though the last lot oh people ah thought were friends for a long time were hah ones at sold meh..' Rowan looks kind of wary.. but then after having those they thought close to them betray them you cannot really blame them for being hesitant to make new friends
Rowan looks the man up and down before taking a sprawled seat on the deck of the room 'how'd yah get so big?' Rowan gives him a batty eyed grin before saying a bit quieter to Abigail 'ah heard teh real big uns can be ah lot a fun. Recon he might beh a bit much for one to handle, but ah recon with all four of us we could manage tah subdue him.'
The giant is welcome to hear the remark as Rowan's not being secretive and its clear Rowan's idea of subdue from them mmmimg as they look at him is not one of preventing anything.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 4, 2016 13:35:46 GMT -5
Leona thought for a moment. "Are slaves allowed to do that? How can you be sure I won't run us aground and risk death over captivity?" "You're my slave so you can do as I say for now," Lyla said. She looks about at the blue seas. "If you find something to run into out here, well, I'd love to see it." // Ephrym looked fully at Rowan. "I ate my spinach," he said drily. "And people. I bet you've heard of the Crowls. King Benje. Sent us to the Islands and we feasted for eight months."
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Post by Rowan on Sept 4, 2016 14:34:01 GMT -5
Rowan shakes their head 'ah never heard oh no islands or crowls.'
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 4, 2016 15:23:06 GMT -5
"You're my slave so you can do as I say for now," Lyla said. She looks about at the blue seas. "If you find something to run into out here, well, I'd love to see it." "Are you keeping me after all?" Leona asked, moving eagerly to the wheel.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 4, 2016 16:08:04 GMT -5
Ephrym shrugged. "Fair 'nuff." He drawled. "Gonna be a long boyage, best make some friends."
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Lyla shook her head. "I doubt I can afford you, sweetie." Leona easily steers the giant warship. "There's a strom brewing, my wind witch tells me. Might make for a rough journey. Be on the lookout for the black clouds."
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Post by Rowan on Sept 4, 2016 16:57:57 GMT -5
Rowan eyes him with a slightly cocked head. 'Ah wilĺ try to least gets knowing yahs in here..'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2016 7:12:56 GMT -5
The giant nodded. "How fortunate," he said. In the cells near them they hear more slaves wailing and crying, and the crewmen shush them. "So where you from, then?"
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Post by Rowan on Sept 5, 2016 7:40:41 GMT -5
Rowan shrugs and folds their arms under their breasts leaning back on the wall. 'Ah little village called Coldsteel, its on the edge of teh sea someplace.'
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