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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 13, 2016 14:46:23 GMT -5
"Need to wait the storm out. If they come closer it'll come to swords," he said. "We can win with the giant here." The Pirates head farther into the jungle. Lara frowned.
"If we're that far south...how do we get home? There's no cities here I have heard of..." Her voice trails off. "My gods...." The Pirates' fly back from their tree line as a giant ape ambles from the jungle. It's easily fifteen feet tall and it beats both men to death effortlessly, grunting a challenge as it does.
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Post by Rowan on Sept 13, 2016 15:42:13 GMT -5
Rowan gapes and squeaks as quietly as they can manage. 'What... is.. that?!? And.. how.. can.. weh.. get.. away .. from.. it?' Rowan whispers lookig scared. 'Or better still.. how do weh kill it and roast it?'
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 13, 2016 22:58:34 GMT -5
Abigail watched in horror as the two men who had been a threat moments ago were beaten to death by a huge shape. She screamed, unable to hold her terror in. "What is that!?!!?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 14, 2016 4:03:53 GMT -5
Fortunately the storm holds their sounds close, and the giant beast wanders back to its home. Ephrym grimaces. "Once the storm passes we need to move," he said. Left unsaid is the cold truth that the nearest friendly humans could be over a thousand miles away.
It takes two hours for the storm to blow over, and when it does Lara Lannister frowned. "There's another ship wrecked to the north," she said, from her perch up in a tree. "Maybe two more!" Abigail and Leona both see smokes rising from the east, inside the seemingly impenetrable jungle. Only humans use fire.
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Post by Rowan on Sept 14, 2016 6:00:39 GMT -5
Rowan raises a hand 'if possible ah want meh axes back. Whisper an Crescent should beh in tha wreckage.' Rowan looks unhappy to be seperated from them. 'Oh eh may havta get new ones.. but teh well broke in and feel good..'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 14, 2016 11:44:04 GMT -5
"Why are you raising a hand?" The twin Melissa asked. Her sister Varena nodded.
"This isn't a vote," she added. "Where are your axes? Whisper and...whatever?" The pirate frowned.
"We can find weapons later. Your supplies...such as they were, are in one of those crates crashed on the rocks. Could take hours or more to find, if the Sharks don't get you first." Ephrym seems uncomfortable making a plan and looks to the three western girls. "What direction, then?" He asked.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 14, 2016 11:44:47 GMT -5
Abigail was still unable to understand what Rowan said. Looking up to Lara with a frown she spoke. "Maybe... maybe we should see who they are? My father always said there is safety in numbers." She paled a little and looked away. Was she ever going to see him again?
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Post by Rowan on Sept 14, 2016 11:53:19 GMT -5
Rowan shakes their head 'ah want at least a chance teh look.. ma family bought meh Crescent when meh became a man and theh bought meh Whisper when ah became a woman.. tehy mean a whole lot teh me.' Rowan looks around the small group. 'Ah is very good with em.. an at popping heads.. ah is more use teh yah all with meh axes than with not.. teh was forged special for meh since meh body and balance is diffrent tah any other man.'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 14, 2016 11:58:43 GMT -5
No one is able to get more than a few words into Rowan's long speech. "Right, right," Lara said, "just go find the axes, did you say became a woman? Never mind, later," she said. She paled at Abigail's suggestion. "What if..they're allied with the slavers?" She asked. "Or the like?" She shivered. "I'd almost rather be killed by the giant gorilla." Ephrym seemed uncaring of where he went, and the pirate frowned.
"I'll go scout it," he said, pointing to Abigail. "If she comes with me. If there's Westerosi about I need you to do the talking. They'll try hanging me right quick."
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Post by Rowan on Sept 14, 2016 12:24:32 GMT -5
Rowan frowns 'yes ah said became a woman.. ah has a cock, balls, pussy and boobs.. ya gots a problem with that? Its why the bastards ah thought were my friends sold meh' Rowan grumbles before dashing for the beach and looking for their precious axes. They would also look for anything portable that could be of use on the flight.
Observation 29
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 14, 2016 15:22:42 GMT -5
2 Observation.
Rowan finds one of the axes, Crescent, but the crate it had been stored in was crushed and finding the other could take days. They also find a few days' worth of food and some chain mail armor. As they search, Rowan gets the sensation they're being watched, and swears movement can be seen in the thick brush to the south.
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Post by Rowan on Sept 14, 2016 15:32:11 GMT -5
Rowan looks delighted at finding Crescent and bestows a kiss on its blade. They cuss at length on the pirate bastards for losing their womanhood axe and vow to replace it with something better and more intimidating. They gather the stuff and looking warily around they make sure their trousers are fastened sufficantly and move at a easily maintained pace as swiftly as possible to catch up with the others. Grateful to have at least found one of their prized axes. The feeling of being watched bothers them far more tham normal after their still smarting betrayal. Rowan decides against investigateing incase it is the huge beast.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 14, 2016 18:53:46 GMT -5
No one is able to get more than a few words into Rowan's long speech. "Right, right," Lara said, "just go find the axes, did you say became a woman? Never mind, later," she said. She paled at Abigail's suggestion. "What if..they're allied with the slavers?" She asked. "Or the like?" She shivered. "I'd almost rather be killed by the giant gorilla." Ephrym seemed uncaring of where he went, and the pirate frowned. "I'll go scout it," he said, pointing to Abigail. "If she comes with me. If there's Westerosi about I need you to do the talking. They'll try hanging me right quick." "M-me?" Abigail asked, shrinking back a little. She looked up at the big pirate with a fearful expression before pushing the fear away. He'd helped already and he did make a good point. "Oh... alright... I will come," she finally said, rising from where she was crouched and approaching the pirate.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 15, 2016 6:56:19 GMT -5
The pair move swiftly up the beach, keeping close to the tree line, the storm and darkness making them difficult to see. For long minutes they travel, up and up, the sand turning to stone and a cliff rising sharply above the coastline. The trees are so dense to Abigail's right it seems that they'd even stop her from being able to walk into them on first glance, the canopy only showing its openings at close range. After a hundred foot ascent, the pair crouches behind a boulder. Abigail sees two ships smashed below them and ahead about a quarter mile, corsairs by the look of it, and bodies washing against the rocks with every giant wave. Farther, though, she sees another corsair after the cliffs recede back to sea level, maybe a mile ahead, and she sees people moving on the decks, looking like they're either beginning repairs or perhaps salvaging anything undamaged. She can't see a flag flying from it.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 15, 2016 7:17:12 GMT -5
Abigail tried to ignore the sense trees to her right, their ominous presence of the stark reminder that there was a huge, gigantic beast out there that could kill a man in an instant. She followed the pirate until they reached a good spot behind a boulder, from which they could watch the ship.
"Do they look familiar to you?" She asked the man, her voice barely a whisper. "There's no a flag and... they could be anyone!"
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