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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 23, 2016 12:25:23 GMT -5
Abigail sees no shelter of any sort. If she sleeps here it is among the stars and crocodiles. The only way to avoid the cliffs is to try sneaking through the hamlet to her north. South is more crocodile. Abi takes a few deep breaths and rips off the remaining fabric that covered her arms, tying it around her feet with hopes of giving them some more protection as well as muffling her footsteps. She watches the hamlet for a long time until she is sure that no one is awake before attempting to sneak through as silently as possible. She kept low and to the shadows, making sure to use any cover available to her. Her priority wad remaining undetected but she tried to be swift as well.
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Sept 23, 2016 12:25:58 GMT -5
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Post by Rowan on Sept 23, 2016 12:25:58 GMT -5
Rowan looks puzzled 'where that? Ah only know ma home..'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 23, 2016 13:10:21 GMT -5
Abigail makes the makeshift shoes and proceeds, and for a while she sounds like she is doing well. On the far side of the hamlet, however, she either loses concentration from exhaustion or perhaps she is seeing things, because she sees a figure about her height on the outskirts of her vision, her ribs burning. She will have to find a good hiding spot soon. A lone cabin remains ahead, its door open and darkness inside.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 23, 2016 13:11:11 GMT -5
The shaman looks to Rowan. "City," he said. "Our city. Yes...you go." He calls and four men arrive. He speaks and ends his statement with Xintilan. They nod and bow. "You go. Next sun!"
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 23, 2016 13:12:38 GMT -5
She had almost made it! So close to getting through the hamlet when something appears in her peripherals. No wanting to take the risk, Abi quickly stumbles towards the cabin, hoping to disappear within it and find a hiding spot before whoever was out there spotted her.
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Sept 23, 2016 13:33:09 GMT -5
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Post by Rowan on Sept 23, 2016 13:33:09 GMT -5
Rowan nods an agreeance 'can ah have meh axe back please.. and would you like to eat mah werid lizard with meh?' Rowan unslings the wyvern and offers it to the Cheif. 'For meh staying teh night?'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 23, 2016 13:40:35 GMT -5
"They poison," the shaman said, like he was speaking to an utter fool. "One bite is dead. Take axe. Go city. Sleep in hut." He gestures to the bed near him.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 23, 2016 13:43:18 GMT -5
She had almost made it! So close to getting through the hamlet when something appears in her peripherals. No wanting to take the risk, Abi quickly stumbles towards the cabin, hoping to disappear within it and find a hiding spot before whoever was out there spotted her. She makes it inside the hut and sees little enough. A cot is in one corner and there's a hole in the far right corner with a ladder leading down into the ground. Otherwise, it is simply appointed. A few chairs and the like dot the place, but it looks like whoever lives here is either not around, or extremely austere.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 23, 2016 13:45:58 GMT -5
Abi quickly rushes over to the hole and takes hold of the ladder, climbing down far enough that she could just peek over the edge of the hole. She keeps her eyes on the entrance and waits to see if someone enters.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 23, 2016 13:50:00 GMT -5
As she crawls down the ladder she sees a wooden cover for the hole, which could be used to hide the ladder. She waits and waits, but after fifteen or so minutes nothing happens.mosquitoes are still biting her, and she itches all over. She can't see the bottom of the cellar.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 23, 2016 13:52:27 GMT -5
Abigail had to make a choice and she took a moment making it. If she stayed here she would likely be caught by whoever lived here and she did not want to get anywhere near the natives. With no one coming, she crawled back out of the whole and poked her head out of the hut before heading off again in the direction of the buildings she had seen from atop the tower.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 23, 2016 13:56:14 GMT -5
Abigail is on her last legs (-35 now to rolls), and her only real choices for shelter are limited. Far off, maybe a mile or so away, she sees the remnants of another tower, this one about fifty feet high, and more clearly burned from some long ago conflict. She will have to sleep there, the hut, or the jungle, or she risks simply passing out right on the trail.
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Sept 23, 2016 13:56:52 GMT -5
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Post by Rowan on Sept 23, 2016 13:56:52 GMT -5
Rowan frowns 'well.. damn.. ye got some mighty werid animals here..' when the times right rowan sleeps where they are told to. Snuggled up to their beloved axe. Shedding a few tears and reassuring Crescent they'll find them a new partner soon before they drop off to sleep.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Sept 23, 2016 13:59:14 GMT -5
Abigail is on her last legs (-35 now to rolls), and her only real choices for shelter are limited. Far off, maybe a mile or so away, she sees the remnants of another tower, this one about fifty feet high, and more clearly burned from some long ago conflict. She will have to sleep there, the hut, or the jungle, or she risks simply passing out right on the trail. With the little strength that remained to her, Abi headed to the tower, one hand on her ribs and the other pushing any bushes and plants out of the way. When she got there she would have a look around inside and find a spot to sleep. She desperately needed it.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 24, 2016 7:19:18 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.
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