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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 20, 2016 6:17:17 GMT -5
If the group wants to move the time is now; soon the native warriors will be heading towards the ships that hadn't been destroyed in the storm. Lara, the twins, and the men are all waiting on their lead. They make a motley crew, overall; weapons wielded by women who have clearly never held a real blade, dressed in clothing utterly I'll-suited to a jungle, and pale skin risking being burned red by the hot sun of the dark continent. Their only path around the cliffs now is through the tree line, which possesses its own unique threats.
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Post by Rowan on Sept 20, 2016 7:14:49 GMT -5
Rowan rolls their eyes 'move yeh asses people less ya want ya tushes well used before yeh mercifully killed.' They take point in finding a path through unless someobe else takes over.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 20, 2016 8:08:47 GMT -5
Having urged the people to go a moment ago Abigail pushes forward to walk beside Rowan, the twigs and leaves and thorns not bothering her anymore. She just wanted to get out of here.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 20, 2016 11:04:25 GMT -5
Modified stealth result for group: Slight success
The shipwrecked slaves make their way through the jungle along the coast without being noticed, and as they ascend the hill that will lead them parallel to the great cliffs, the spear men see the ships and begin talking among themselves. Abigail and Rowan in the front see three more ships about a half mile off the coast, apparently in better condition, flags indiscernible from their spot, and the wrecked ships ahead have dozens of survivors and crew on shore now, who are engaged in assembling wreckage into shelters and setting driftwood and hull pieces on fire for cooking.
+2 Observation Rowan, +10 Abigail, +3 Leona
The three notice also, far off in the distance, down the hill they are on, a much larger group of the spear men marching. There are at least three or four hundred of them and they are Moving with a coordination and silence discipline to creep through the jungle any professional army would be proud of. Where the first group had probably been scouts, this seems to be a much more aggressively postured force.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 20, 2016 11:19:16 GMT -5
"Oh no!" Abigail cried out as she spotted the larger force of spearmen. "What do we do now?!" She asked, looking around in an almost panicked expression. The spearmen were between them and the ship and there was no way either they or the crew would be able to deal with the army.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 20, 2016 11:49:28 GMT -5
"We hide, looks like," the pirate said. "Or wwe make a run for shore, but I can't say that sounds wise to me." He takes cover.
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Post by Rowan on Sept 20, 2016 13:15:29 GMT -5
Rowan frowns 'going down beh suicide.. weh may have stood teh scouts buh not teh force..'
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 20, 2016 13:28:59 GMT -5
"More hiding..." Abigail said with a frown but she nodded. "We need to find somewhere that those spearman aren't likely to search."
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Post by Rowan on Sept 20, 2016 14:00:56 GMT -5
Rowan nods an agreeance and shrugs at the where. They know nothing about the island bar what they have experianced so far. 'How would weh fare deep in the.. jungle? ..Ah knows living in deep forest.. Is jungle like that?'
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 20, 2016 14:04:17 GMT -5
"I don't think we would survive long in there," Abigail said. "Remember the big ape? Who knows how many of those are in there? There could be worse things too." She frowned. "We should keep to the coast. I don't think those big... things can come on land."
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Post by Rowan on Sept 20, 2016 14:24:51 GMT -5
Rowan shakes their head 'Ah was thinking teh were too big to get teh tighter bits that weh would pass with ease. An teh edge has teh werid men.'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 20, 2016 14:48:08 GMT -5
"The men must live on the interior," Daven said. "There's no cities in Sothoryos on the west coast except for the Order's cities, but I have no idea where those are. These men..I don't know who or what they are," he admitted, "and I've been around this area for some time." The small host stops in the trees and begins lining up across from the shipwrecked people. "Looks like they're gonna start...whatever it is they plan on doing soon," he observed.
Abigail watches with mounting horror as a six foot long snake begins lazily winding up her leg.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 20, 2016 15:03:00 GMT -5
Abigail was about to respond to Daven when she looks down and notices the snake. She almost screamed out loud and kicked her leg but stopped herself at the last instance. A tiny snippet of a lesson went through her memory, one of the few times she had paid attention. The maester had told her how many animals only attacked when someone made fast movements. Biting her lip she gave a whimper.
"S-snake..." She managed, staring down at the beast.
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Post by Rowan on Sept 20, 2016 15:17:24 GMT -5
Rowan makes an attempt to grab the snake close to the head and squeezes tight.
30 umarmed 37 strength
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 20, 2016 15:25:30 GMT -5
No one else wants to mess with it either. The snake makes it all the way up to her waist before stopping and sliding off her still body as Rowan grips it and throws it aside. The twins and LAra quietly shriek into their shirts while Ephrym doesn't pay much mind to it. On the beach the Warriors move out and strike, swiftly rounding up the few dozen people on the shores while more men go towards the ship close to the shore. It seems disabled to a degree as they manage to board it. The group sees some of the new force have Westerosi weapons; these ones clearly properly forged steel. They round the sailors up and gather them all into a big circle. Any who resist are killed nearly instantly by the stunningly agile spear men.
As the scouts join them, Daven the pirate shakes his head. "I'm out of here!" He whispered, moving south through the trees.
+2 Strength
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