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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 23, 2016 9:01:15 GMT -5
Abigail looks about the cell briefly before making her way over to the small closet. Opening the door as slowly and carefully as she could, Abi slips into the room and presses herself as tightly as she can inside in an attempt to conceal herself.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 23, 2016 9:22:09 GMT -5
The men come down the stairs and give a cursory glance of the place before settling in on the main floor and talking. For over an hour they are there, until one of them barks out what must be a warning and they curse and Abigail hears their feet scattering as they run. After a few seconds, she hears men screaming and a strange and giganticly loud roar, and then a sick crunching sound. Without seeing anything it sounds like some sort of feast. Abigail hears a man race back into the tower shrieking in fear, before he stumbles down the stairs and collapses near her with a sickening crunch. She cannot see him from her perch, and will have to move to the entrance to give a glance at whatever is going on.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 23, 2016 9:29:33 GMT -5
Almost shrieking in fear, Abigail presses a hand to her mouth as she cowers in the closet, waiting for whatever was happening outside to stop. When she hears the man fall down the stairs and presumably break his neck she jumps. For a long moment she waits, before finally pushing open the rotted door and peering out into the room with the cell.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 23, 2016 9:34:46 GMT -5
She sees the man shivering as his shattered leg's shin bone sticks out at his knee, and she sees his arm twisted unnaturally. A gigantic cut is going down his back, like a sword stroke, and he burbles something unintelligible out to her as he expires. Outside she hears the shriek again, a loud, booming, unearthly sound that sends shivers down her spine.
When sense returns to her, the man does have a canteen of water, a satchel with a day or two's supply of food, and a good knife with a length of rope eight or nine feet long.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 23, 2016 9:48:40 GMT -5
Abigail watches in horror as the man dies in front of her, then jumps back as the huge roar emanates from outside again. Perhaps whatever was up there was too big to get in. She slowly moves from the small room towards the corpse, taking all of his items from him. She waits at the bottom of the stairs until any sound of the beast is long gone.
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The Jungle
Sept 23, 2016 9:55:38 GMT -5
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Post by Rowan on Sept 23, 2016 9:55:38 GMT -5
Rowan stows the coconuts and looks about for what has the kids spooked. 'Wha has yeh alert?' Rowan asks. More from asking than remembering theres a language problem. Rowan moves away from them to give room to swing, drawing Crescent as they do, readying themself for whatever it is that has the children on guard. Positioning themself to be the front line, in the way to protect the kids.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 23, 2016 10:17:28 GMT -5
With the look the children give them, it slowly dawns on Rowan that they expect them to have friends in the woods. Behind Rowan, sounds of singing in a foreign tongue can. Be heard. Far back in the distance the glistening black tips of spears can be seen.
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Abigail waits over an hour before hearing a lumbering shuffle off and a grunt as the creature leaves. She waits all the way until the sound of scavenger animals and birds can be heard, coming to feast on the corpses outside.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 23, 2016 10:18:51 GMT -5
When the beast was finally gone she made her way up the stairs, almost afraid to see what state the two other men was in. She kept the dagger she had found ready in case she needed to fight off smaller animals.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 23, 2016 10:25:29 GMT -5
Coming up, she sees a severed arm inside the tower, and a trail of blood from the dead man. Outside it looks like something had simply bit one man in half and turned the other to mozzarella cheese. She sees buzzards picking at the carcasses and sees a giant mark in the dirt where giant claws had drawn a trough in the mud. A trickle of rain begins as she sits inside.She has probably never been quite so alone.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 23, 2016 10:36:53 GMT -5
Abigail stared at the sheer destruction that the beast had caused. The gore and death didn't seem to affect her as much as it had before but it was still a grueling thing to see. After taking a moment to look around she decided to have a look at the top of the tower to see if she could find anything useful. And to view the lay of the land from above.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 23, 2016 10:46:18 GMT -5
She climbs the tower and steps out onto the roof. There's nothing left on the top itself, but she has a good view of the surrounding lands. To the west is the ocean and the impenetrable jungle. To her north she sees much, much more jungle, and a mountain maybe ten or twelve miles away. South is only jungle and jungle and jungle, and to the east she sees trees and the river running into a fair sized lake, and far, far off, she thinks she can make out buildings faintly dotting a distant hill.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 23, 2016 10:50:17 GMT -5
Abigail looks over the landscape before sitting down for a moment. Her stomach grumbles so she has a bite to eat and considers her situation and where to go from here. North and south were out of the question - the deep jungle only meant death and should be avoided at all cost. That left either the ocean or the lake and possible civilization.
After a long moment of consideration she makes her way back down and heads east towards the lake. As she makes her way she will look for a decent branch that she can cut off and fashion into a crude spear.
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The Jungle
Sept 23, 2016 10:53:20 GMT -5
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Post by Rowan on Sept 23, 2016 10:53:20 GMT -5
Rowan sees the tips and stows Crescent. Shaking their head at the kids. They make ship on waves sinking motions. Them swimming and walking in the jungle while patting their chest and putting one finger to try to tell them there is only him here with them. They do not want to be killed by the older natives.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 23, 2016 11:08:40 GMT -5
This attempt, while hilarious, fails at communicating anything useful. Instead, it takes long enough for the hunting party, bearing pieces of the giant ape, to reappear. Three take their spears and shove it towards Rowan and point it at their axe. They motion for them to drop it.
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Abigail's ribs burn with every step after a little while, and she sees animals watching her from afar, noting her weakness. She cannot properly run now, and her inexperience with combat is evident. The mud comes up past her knees in places and she is tiring rapidly, lacking sleep. A safe place for a nap is nowhere to be seen, and her tongue nearly sticks to the roof of her mouth, the heat is so intense. As she finally, after four hours, reaches the lake, she sees a few small huts on its banks, and a native wearing the skin of some great cat as a cloak hanging herbs outside to dry. Around him are a half dozen warriors. Passing them will be tricky unless she wishes to swim across the lake or raft it. It is about a half mile wide and three times that long.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 23, 2016 11:14:56 GMT -5
Every step she takes gets harder and the bruised ribs make her life a living hell. She should've stayed for a night at the tower she figures after a while but staying in one place didn't seem very safe either. Especially when it was a large landmark that would attract people. When finally she gets to the lake she frowns at the sight of the natives. With no way to converse with them and their likely aggressive attitude to non natives she decided to avoid them.
She rests against a tree for a while, looking about for the best wood to use for some sort of raft. She knew she didn't have the skill or energy to build anything lasting but all it needed to do was get her across the lake.
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