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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 12, 2016 18:43:39 GMT -5
"Oh don't be a worry-wart," he said. "You'll even be knighted if you don't mind being called Ser." He chuckled. "Ser Rowan the Ambiguous."
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Post by Rowan on Nov 12, 2016 19:55:01 GMT -5
Rowan snorts 'am not ser kind.. more like Rowan twh always werid.' They chuckle as they get on with what ever it is they are suposed to be doing.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 13, 2016 7:12:50 GMT -5
The next morning comes too early, and Rowan smells the stench of a camp that had fought the night prior. Sweat mixes with the strange and odorous blood of the demons to make for an unpleasant experience as they pack up to move out. "Six miles and it's done," Dan said. "Then we get to Morning Hold and head to the temple," he promised. "Nice work last night."
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Post by Rowan on Nov 13, 2016 7:35:01 GMT -5
Rowan grimaces a bit as they work. Nodding at Dans words and gives a wolfishly eagar expression at more battling.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 13, 2016 11:06:31 GMT -5
Two hours later the outpost comes into view. Rowan sees the stone damaged but people seem to be moving inside it. Alex gives a short cheer. "It holds!" He said happily, as the first riders approach it. "Got a lot of friends here," he said. Rowan also sees, in the distance across the now flat found, a building far off, shimmering with the heat rising from the sand.
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Post by Rowan on Nov 13, 2016 18:11:41 GMT -5
Rowan seeing the building waver stops dead still amd frowns.. looking very disturbed. They quietly ask Carolyn if she is close or whoever if she is not. 'Why does the building yonder and the ground shake so.. yet we cannot feel it here..'the blood thirsty and usually accepting hermaphrodite sounds frankly petrified.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 14, 2016 7:50:48 GMT -5
"Mirage," Carolyn said, "it's like...the heat makes the air shimmer. You see it on the roofs of smithies somethimes too, if they're hot enough. I promise it's plenty still there."
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Post by Rowan on Nov 14, 2016 10:39:36 GMT -5
Rowan nods 'umm alright.' They look about to see what state the place is in and if there is recently beastie activity unless orders are given otherwise
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 14, 2016 10:47:43 GMT -5
The fort looks damaged but serviceable, and they see dozens of soldiers repairing it. A knight greets them. "Carolyn, and who's this?" he asked, the Dornishman tan and handsome in the sun.
"Rookie, name's Rowan. Good with an axe," she replied, "this is my husband Ser Raylan," she said.
Raylan chuckled. "Well. pleased to meet you newbie. Nice you've stayed alive this long."
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Post by Rowan on Nov 14, 2016 11:35:42 GMT -5
Rowan grins in greeting 'youve a good wife here ser Raylan.. shes good at holding her own in a fight too.' Rowan shrugs a bit 'smash first ask questions when the limbs stop moving and the heads stop rolling. Im no expert but i knows the pointy end well' Rowan gives a simple happy grin.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 14, 2016 13:02:08 GMT -5
"Go with waht works," he agreed. "So, get settled in. These fuckers been attacking every night for two months now," he said. "Nice we finally got the numbers to pay them back in kind."
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Post by Rowan on Nov 14, 2016 16:21:53 GMT -5
Rowen grins wider 'yay.. more cracking limbs and heads.'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 14, 2016 16:47:14 GMT -5
"You sure have a one track mind," Carolyn noted. "Don't ounread or sing or anything?"
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Post by Rowan on Nov 15, 2016 3:08:36 GMT -5
Rowan looks sheepish and scratches their head. 'Umm i cant read.. i dont sing so well but i dont mind joining in tavern or round the fire songs kinda thing.. the only other thing i like to do is dress up pretty and dance at festivals.. but.. back home people think it was werid seeing me in a dress and shoes.. its like.. it was ok so long as i looked plain and no one was reminded i was an ab.. anbo.. mo. Abomination' Rowan looks a bit glum as they get their tongue around the long word then smiles 'oh and i like sex too.. im just pretty simple..'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 15, 2016 7:20:20 GMT -5
"Abomination," Carolyn lets the word slide off her tongue. "What a monstrous thing to cal someone, isn't it, dear?" The Dornish knight nodded agreement as Rowan smelled some sort of meat roasting.
"Well, here all anyone's care about is whether you can fight or not," he promised, "and ye passed that test already. I'm sure someone's enjoy sex with ye, some of our eastern kin are much more adventurous than your usual Westerosi."
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