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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 5, 2016 8:36:25 GMT -5
Abigail had been sitting in silence, barely paying attention to the conversation going on. She was thinking of home, of her father and her siblings, wondering if she would ever see them again.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2016 9:40:59 GMT -5
Hours pass as the slaves talk, and even for Leona in her more comfortable quarters the time seems to crawl as dread about the fate that awaits them.
As they sleep one night Leona is awakened by a man bursting into the captains quarters. "Captain! Ships ahead! Two dozen at the least! Heading for us on a straight bearing!" He called.
Downstairs the slaves hear a commotion and panicked shouts as the call to battle stations is let loose.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 5, 2016 10:46:02 GMT -5
Ephrym shrugged. "Fair 'nuff." He drawled. "Gonna be a long boyage, best make some friends." /// 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." Leona sighed. "Fine, but I won't go to slavery like some whipped dog. If I must go, I'll go as the lady I am.." She glanced over at Lyla. "What is a wind witch?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2016 10:51:40 GMT -5
"A seer," she said. "She tells us the weather." Lyla shrugged. "I'd prefer you not be a whipped dog. Hopefully the Kings agree." She sets her pilot to watching Leona and then heads downstairs.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 5, 2016 12:37:29 GMT -5
Leona gazed wistfully out to see. She wished dearly that she could stay with the ship, since going home was clearly not an option. But she found a kind of peace in steering the vessel, and being at one with the sea.
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Post by Rowan on Sept 5, 2016 12:44:07 GMT -5
Rowan looks up. 'Wander whats git heh knickers in ah twist..'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2016 13:40:31 GMT -5
OOC: sorry Marie, I had a super busy weekend so gonna try moving this along a bit.
Rowan and Abigail hear the rush of wind outside and the start of rainfall. Leona sees dozens of sails on the horizon, smaller ships flying flags from all across Westeros. To their right are more vessels, these ones flying a variety of flags from the east. Lyla curses. "Fuck!" She spat. "Fucking armada out here! Hard to starboard!" Her pilot pushes hard. "Ready the ballista! We got an hour and we can hide in the storm!" She called out. "All crew to battle stations! Get the oil hot!"
Ephrym frowned at the commotion. "We're under attack," he said calmly.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 5, 2016 14:15:06 GMT -5
Leona looked curiously at the sails, attempting to decipher any sigils they bore.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2016 15:17:49 GMT -5
Many Stormland sigils are seen; since the fall of the Baratheons many lords have gone rogue. She also sees flags of houses or pirates she's never heard of; a severed head, a pickle on a white field, and weirder. The other fleet has wolves and Falcons and mermen and lions on their ships.
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Post by Rowan on Sept 5, 2016 15:33:01 GMT -5
Rowan ohhs softly 'wander where the bitches put meh axes..' Rowan laces their fingers and stretches their arms out. A few pops are heard. 'Hmm.. how to get out of our cozy quarters..' Rowan looks about curiously
Observation 27
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2016 15:37:00 GMT -5
The door is still barred from the other side for now. Their cell is near the battle positions so they'd be seen instantly trying to escape. They feel the giant ship picking up speed as every sail available is opened and every oar is manned.
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Post by Rowan on Sept 5, 2016 15:43:00 GMT -5
Rowan huffs a bit in disgust and waits to see what will happen. Perhaps bracing against or between something solid and boltes down incase they get tossed about
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 5, 2016 16:11:11 GMT -5
Leona walked over to Lyla. "What happens now?" She was anxious, having never been at sea for a battle, and she was sure it was likely to happen.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 5, 2016 16:29:06 GMT -5
"We run from them both," the nervous captain said. "Into the storm. They aren't a match for us a ship or two at a time." Leona figured the Westerosi had thirty ships and the others nearly as many. "But even a dozen dos can kill a lion."" The crew is stunningly professional executing their drills. . They had probably known some of these Stormlanders.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Sept 6, 2016 11:16:17 GMT -5
"CAn we handle the storm?" Leona asked with a qualm. "I mean, truly, I don't want to face those ships, but the storm is dangerous too."
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