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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 24, 2016 10:15:09 GMT -5
Abigail frowned when she saw that the man was going for his net. "No, I don't want to fight!" She said, pointing one hand at her spear and indicating putting it on the ground. She then pointed at his trident and the ground. "Peace. Friend!"
Diplomacy: 70
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 24, 2016 10:29:58 GMT -5
+2 diplomacy
Somehow that works. The man lowers his weapon and seems to notice her wretched appearance for the first time. He offers her a small orange.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 24, 2016 10:31:40 GMT -5
Abigail lowered her spear as well and managed a weary smile, taking the orange from him with a thankful gesture. She pointed at herself again and said "Abigail", before pointing at the man with a questioning look on her face.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 24, 2016 10:39:22 GMT -5
"Antyllus," he said. He still looks suspicious; she is rather unique to the area. He looks over her lack of clothing and her bug bites and more. From outside Abigail hears sounds of some sort of conflict.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 24, 2016 10:42:58 GMT -5
"Antyllus," she repeated with a nod, still wondering who this man was. He certainly looked more comfortable in this environment than she did. Suddenly sounds of a conflict rang out and she slipped over to the arrow slit to look and see what was going on.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 24, 2016 10:49:57 GMT -5
She sees more men like Antyllus and the local natives in a fight. The new arrivals use bronze scythes tridents while they battle the shorter folk with their black spears and bows. There's probably fifteen defenders and twice as many attackers.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 24, 2016 10:54:41 GMT -5
Abigail frowned when she saw the fight, realising that of course Antyllus wasn't here by himself. She was hoping to avoid anyone on her way to civilization and thought that perhaps with one person she would be able to slip off. But a whole group of men? Ones that didn't speak her language either.
She turned to Antyluss and gestured to herself. "Westeros. I am from Westeros." She was hoping he would understand the name and would offer up where he was from.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 24, 2016 11:13:02 GMT -5
He doesn't get it, and he gestures for her to follow him downstairs. He is apparently heading to the battle. HE whoops some sort of battle cry as he does.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 24, 2016 11:24:21 GMT -5
Abigail warily follows him downstairs but stops at the entrance, grabbing her bucket and drinking whatever water had landed inside. She wonders if she should just run off.
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The Jungle
Sept 24, 2016 11:32:20 GMT -5
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Post by Rowan on Sept 24, 2016 11:32:20 GMT -5
In the morning, Rowan is awakened. A bowl of some hot but vile tasting stew is handed to them as a hunter waits impatiently. "Xintilan." He says with more than a hint of emphasis. The shaman arrives, looking like he has not slept. "You go now. My men take you. Do not leave road." He said. Rowan tastes the stew. Choaks down a few mouthfuls and offers the rest to the hunter to eat. Rowan nods. 'We go now. Stay on road. Will do.' Rowan leaves with the hunter. Glad to be going someplace populated that speaks Westerosi. Rowan takes care to not leave the path.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 24, 2016 12:16:24 GMT -5
Abigail warily follows him downstairs but stops at the entrance, grabbing her bucket and drinking whatever water had landed inside. She wonders if she should just run off. She sees the fight ending and the locals being rounded up. Attackers kick in doors and pull women and children out for taking their conqueror's reward. Abigail probably can slip away for now if her friend stays quiet a few minutes.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 24, 2016 12:17:45 GMT -5
In the morning, Rowan is awakened. A bowl of some hot but vile tasting stew is handed to them as a hunter waits impatiently. "Xintilan." He says with more than a hint of emphasis. The shaman arrives, looking like he has not slept. "You go now. My men take you. Do not leave road." He said. Rowan tastes the stew. Choaks down a few mouthfuls and offers the rest to the hunter to eat. Rowan nods. 'We go now. Stay on road. Will do.' Rowan leaves with the hunter. Glad to be going someplace populated that speaks Westerosi. Rowan takes care to not leave the path. As they start on the path they see smoke rising from the east. Some hunters seem upset as more start forming up to head tht way. They look dressed for battle.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 24, 2016 12:23:38 GMT -5
Abigail warily follows him downstairs but stops at the entrance, grabbing her bucket and drinking whatever water had landed inside. She wonders if she should just run off. She sees the fight ending and the locals being rounded up. Attackers kick in doors and pull women and children out for taking their conqueror's reward. Abigail probably can slip away for now if her friend stays quiet a few minutes. Abigail looked on in terror as she saw what the conquerors were doing to those they had captured. Her opinion of her new "friend" lowered instantly and she nodded to herself. It was time to get out of here. She waits for him to face away from her before attempting to slip off into the jungle. As soon as she was in the thick she would run again to attempt to put some distance between them. Agility 60 Stamina 62
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The Jungle
Sept 24, 2016 12:40:43 GMT -5
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Post by Rowan on Sept 24, 2016 12:40:43 GMT -5
Rowan eyes it then his guard. 'Yeh wanna go that way me go this way?' Rowan points to the guard then the smoke and then theirself and the road in the other direction 'meh just follow road?'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 24, 2016 12:45:43 GMT -5
Abigail does not make it far with her injuries and overall poor health. The ground is poorly suited for running and she trips and stumbles constantly. She makes it about a mile before coming to a river bank, which is a hundred yards across. She sees a rowboat to her left about two hundred yards away and hears sounds of pursuit behind her. She can try swimming or go to the boat.
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