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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 22, 2016 17:00:37 GMT -5
She heads to the ladder, which is clearly newer than the tower. She starts heading up and the climb isn't painful, but when she reaches the top she pull some herslf over the ledge. The hooded figure is about eight feet away sitting crosslegged, a long spear across its lap. It pulls the hood back to reveal a young woman, no older than her. She has thick blonde hair and tan skin but looks more Westerosi than anything. She stares at Abi silently.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 22, 2016 17:04:24 GMT -5
Abigail freezes at the top when she sees the figure sitting there, spear on her lap, her visage surprising. Finally the Lydden pulls herself to the top and stands there studying the woman.
"I'm... I'm Abigail. Abigail Lydden," she says by way of introduction. "I didn't expect you to be... so young. And a woman."
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The Jungle
Sept 22, 2016 18:00:53 GMT -5
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Post by Rowan on Sept 22, 2016 18:00:53 GMT -5
Rowan hmms and using the area to their advantage and with the heavier Crescent they try to pick off the lizards so they can be on their way. Not wanting to be there when whoever maintains the structure returns.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 23, 2016 5:17:07 GMT -5
Rowan goes to attack the wyverns, who have lost interest as the adventurer entered the shelter. Before they attack most have wandered off back to finding fish or apes for feeding on. They do strike one, a small one who is killed instantly by the blow.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 23, 2016 6:03:52 GMT -5
Abigail freezes at the top when she sees the figure sitting there, spear on her lap, her visage surprising. Finally the Lydden pulls herself to the top and stands there studying the woman. "I'm... I'm Abigail. Abigail Lydden," she says by way of introduction. "I didn't expect you to be... so young. And a woman." The woman rises and takes up her spear, and Abigail sees her eyes are violet and cold. She turns suddenly and looks about, almost scared, and then she darts off without ever making a noise. Abigail hears the sounds of people approaching. They are clumsy in the jungle, and from their voices are male. At least three people, she'd judge, cursing and spitting.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 23, 2016 6:48:21 GMT -5
Abigail gasped as the woman suddenly ran off and it was only a moment later that she heard the noises of three men crashing through the jungle. There was something in her eyes she had seen that she did not like and so rather than attempt to follow the woman she looked for somewhere in the tower to hide.
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The Jungle
Sept 23, 2016 7:21:44 GMT -5
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Post by Rowan on Sept 23, 2016 7:21:44 GMT -5
Rowan picks up the wyven by the tail and after looking it over they tie its tail to the front limbs or the neck and after slinging over themself diagonally they go searching for civilised people. The animal would make a fine introductory gift or failing that a decent meal or ten.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 23, 2016 7:21:47 GMT -5
Her ribs burn as she enters the ruined old tower, and she sees the men enter shortly thereafter. The stairs leading to the observation post on top of the thirty foot watchpost are sturdy enough to climb, and there is also a spiraling staircase heading down, maybe towards an old unused office or cell. Whatever may have been here not made of stone rotted and vanished long ago, and spiderwebs and worse are everywhere. The men look cold and cruel, though, speaking in a language she doesn't understand.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 23, 2016 7:25:38 GMT -5
Rowan picks up the wyven by the tail and after looking it over they tie its tail to the front limbs or the neck and after slinging over themself diagonally they go searching for civilised people. The animal would make a fine introductory gift or failing that a decent meal or ten. After another walk down the road, Rowan comes across a few of the natives, carrying their black tipped spears. They stare at the strange person holding a wyvern and look at each other nervously. They look like children more than adults, smaller even than the war party earlier.
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The Jungle
Sept 23, 2016 7:28:16 GMT -5
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Post by Rowan on Sept 23, 2016 7:28:16 GMT -5
Rowan holds both hands up peacefully and smiles. Mouth closed. Looking as little threat as possible. Rowan waves a bit 'hello?'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 23, 2016 7:33:38 GMT -5
The children gibber among themselves and point spears at them. They poke at the axe. Rowan counts eight of them, and they are at most a shade under five feet tall at biggest.
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The Jungle
Sept 23, 2016 7:41:15 GMT -5
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Post by Rowan on Sept 23, 2016 7:41:15 GMT -5
Rowan offers them some coconuts they foraged eariler
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 23, 2016 7:50:02 GMT -5
Her ribs burn as she enters the ruined old tower, and she sees the men enter shortly thereafter. The stairs leading to the observation post on top of the thirty foot watchpost are sturdy enough to climb, and there is also a spiraling staircase heading down, maybe towards an old unused office or cell. Whatever may have been here not made of stone rotted and vanished long ago, and spiderwebs and worse are everywhere. The men look cold and cruel, though, speaking in a language she doesn't understand. Abi was close to panicking now and she knew that she had to hide as quickly as possible. Both her option were dead ends but she decided on going down into the cell or office or whatever was done the staircase. Keeping one hand on the wall, uncaring for cobwebs and spiders, Abigail swiftly made her way down into the bowels of the tower.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 23, 2016 8:45:04 GMT -5
Rowan offers them the coconuts and they don't really seem aware of what to do. They chatter among themselves and at Rowan questioning lay, but they don't know what the children are actually saying. They refuse the coconuts and then start looking about suspiciously in different directions. They form a sort of circle with spears outwards, like they're expecting an ambush.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 23, 2016 8:46:28 GMT -5
Her ribs burn as she enters the ruined old tower, and she sees the men enter shortly thereafter. The stairs leading to the observation post on top of the thirty foot watchpost are sturdy enough to climb, and there is also a spiraling staircase heading down, maybe towards an old unused office or cell. Whatever may have been here not made of stone rotted and vanished long ago, and spiderwebs and worse are everywhere. The men look cold and cruel, though, speaking in a language she doesn't understand. Abi was close to panicking now and she knew that she had to hide as quickly as possible. Both her option were dead ends but she decided on going down into the cell or office or whatever was done the staircase. Keeping one hand on the wall, uncaring for cobwebs and spiders, Abigail swiftly made her way down into the bowels of the tower. The bottom of the tower has a small cell for jailing prisoners, and Abigail also sees a closet which has a door nearly rotted off. It also offers about the only concealment in the ruined building, because if she gets in she can try hiding behind the small room's hinges. She hears the men entering the tower as they jabber.
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