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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 22, 2016 6:08:08 GMT -5
"I think not," Stann said, and Mary finished gathering the fruits as the two Reachfolk began backing away. "I guess we'll stick to our hill." The siblings begin heading back to their area as Kurts sees clouds blowing in. Another storm seems imminent, within the hour at latest. With the power of the typhoons here, best to find shelter once it arrives.
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Post by Kurts on Sept 22, 2016 7:49:17 GMT -5
Kurts watched the pair retreat to their hill in silence, retiring to his own lonely stone fort. He waited for the storm to break, knowing the blinding rain and howling wind would provide cover for his movements, even as he was buffeted by them. It could be no worse than the howling blizzards were North of the Wall or the Storms at Shipbreakers Bay during the battle for Storm's End.
He snuck over to the siblings' hill with short sword in hand, intent on teaching them a lesson.
(Stealth 70)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 22, 2016 8:10:08 GMT -5
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Kurts discovers the storms are in fact much worse; without the cliffs of Storm's End the waves smash against the island with a force much like an angry God. The rain is blinding and the winds approach hurricane forces at times but he doggedly makes his way across the fields, dodging branches and the like. As he makes it to their location, he sees the pair hiding behind a small ravine blocked by trees, and another three people less than thirty yards away, these ones more foreign looking and armed with tridents and nets and arakhs. Kurts had t seen anyone who looked like them on the slave ships either.
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Post by Kurts on Sept 22, 2016 8:49:46 GMT -5
He uses the rain and crash of thunder to mask his approach, rushing the pair, focusing on dropping the brother first with his short sword. A woman could be a valuable bargaining chip in civilized lands, even more so in the wild.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 22, 2016 9:05:37 GMT -5
Kurts: 89 Stann: 42 Mary: 52
Kurts appears seemingly out of nowhere, and his blades slash Stann into bleeding ribbons as his sister shrieks. She tries to stab at him but he deflects her blow and knocks her down with a vicious backhand.
Kurts: 106 Stann: 21 Mary: 41
Kurts brutally kills the Reachman and places his foot on Mary's threat, kicking her sword to the side. The trio of foreigners seem amused at the violence.
I am assuming you were going for kill, if not can disable.
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Post by Kurts on Sept 22, 2016 9:20:24 GMT -5
Kurts watched as the torrential downpour washed the blood off his hands...as if it were so easy. He took the rope from his waist and bound the woman's wrists in front of her, fashioning a sort of leash he could pull her along with. Then he looted her brother's corpse and the camp, keeping a wary eye on the trio of foreigners.
(What kind of swords were they using?)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 22, 2016 9:58:56 GMT -5
The siblings had rusty short swords that in any area of civilization would have been melted down for reforging. As he binds the sobbing woman, the trio stare at him with a sort of detached but cold interest. The gale force winds have the trees nearly bent to the ground and the rain painfully strikes skin in an endless slapping tattoo. "Why?! She cries out. "Why attack us?" Kurts hears an odd sound as she bleats, and a rush of water passes around the small hill he is standing on with the woman, he hears heavy breathing, but anything big enough to be heard over the storm must be immense...and then he sees it, a lizard lion, four hundred feet long, armored belly scraping the sand as it begins to drag its ponderous mass ashore. "What the hell is that....!"
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Post by Kurts on Sept 22, 2016 10:20:55 GMT -5
"Because I could. For a woman that desires to return to civilization, you do not seem to understand how it is made," he replies, in a detached matter as he rooted through their supplies. "It is forged by brutal men, not good men. Noble houses are just descendants of men who were strong enough to claim the land and give a choice of service or death to those living upon it."
His good eye widens a bit at the sight of the massive lizard lion and he hunkered down waiting for it to pass, putting a hand up for the woman to be silent. It was no zombie dragon, but it was certainly nothing he wanted to tangle with.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 22, 2016 10:29:10 GMT -5
They have a bit more meat but little else. "You can't kill your way home," she said through her tears. The crocodile lumbers about and crosses into the lagoon, then heads for the nearby mainland. "Our only hope for getting home was finding a ship that didn't crash...and crewing it," she insisted. "Do you know how to sail?"
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Post by Kurts on Sept 22, 2016 10:42:11 GMT -5
A ghost of a smile crossed his face at that remark. "I've been killing my way home my whole life."
"If you think you're just going to find an unmanned ship, you're as foolish as he was," he motioned to the corpse. "Any ship will need to be taken, from slavers or pirates or whoever lives in this savage land. A crew will need to be forced to sail it. We're not in civilization anymore, so best stop acting civilized."
When the lizard had passed, he dragged Mary back to his makeshift fort and forced himself upon her as he waited for the storm to pass. There was work to do.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 22, 2016 10:57:00 GMT -5
She shrieks and squeals but no help ever comes, of course. The storm fades after two hours or so, leaving only dripping and a sort of uncomfortable silence in its wake. Kurts sees several rowboats heading for shore, now, maybe a dozen from the three islands. The mainland has visible fruit trees and already survivors are beginning to assemble into groups upon it. On the ocean side Kurts can see at least a half dozen wrecked vessels on a few mile course; perhaps a battle or some such had occurred and the survivors had found themselves broken against the unexplored continent. The crocodile's vast shadow can be seen heading south along the coast, every wave of its colossal tail bringing four foot high waves to the shores.
The trio from earlier can now be seen at the old siblings' area, one watching the pair, the others resting.
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Post by Kurts on Sept 22, 2016 11:01:24 GMT -5
When the storm had passed, he bound the woman's hands and feet. Then he set out fortifying his position further. He used some rope and rocks to make a deadfall trap, as well as dug a few spike pits in the sand. Then he set to work trying to craft a simple bow and arrows.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 22, 2016 11:12:34 GMT -5
He is able to get a decent little fort set up, but he is having trouble with the string; little on the island will support the tension for a bow of any force. His crude reaction may fire two or three shots at small game but nothing larger. As the day passes, exhaustion begins to set in. Twenty hours or so have passed since he landed and sleep will be essential soon. More and more survivors are embarking on their mile exodus to the mainland and soon he and his new girlfriend may be alone on the island.
The trio of men watching him leave their copse of trees and set a fire on the beach, drying out scavenged clothes and cooking fish they had caught in the relatively shallow lagoon.
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Post by Kurts on Sept 22, 2016 11:17:26 GMT -5
He made his way over to the trio by the fire, pulling Mary along on her leash.
"Any of you speak Common?" he asked gruffly.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 22, 2016 11:19:15 GMT -5
"I do," a man said in a thick accent. "Nice woman," he said. "You take her from the West lands?" With his foreign tongue, he is probably just referring to the continent of Westeros, rather than a specific part.
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