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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 26, 2016 11:50:59 GMT -5
In the morning the thirteen are woken awake, and gathered outside and given some new clothes, these loose white robes. Rowan thinks they've seen them before from Dornish merchants and the like, to keep the sun off their skin and allow air to cycle through. They're also all issued weapons of whatever sort they want, made of the dragonglass mined from the area.
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Post by Rowan on Sept 26, 2016 13:23:19 GMT -5
Rowan changes and feels all sort of werid in their new clothes. They find a cord and wrap it under their armpits, crossed at their breasts and around a couple more times over the ribs then tied off at the waist so they can move and not get too tangled in their robe. (Medieval style type thing).
Rowan predictably chooses a heavier looking axe a two handed type to replace the lost Whisper. They tap at it a couple of times awed at the strange material. 'How strong is this strange material? How does yeh sharpen it?'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 26, 2016 14:05:39 GMT -5
"Breaks against steel," a man said. "But it's sharper against normal flesh." The hunters form up and begin heading south again. Rowan sees the endless jungle going on and on, as they march, and about two hours south they stop against a riverbank, when the warriors gibberish and point. Rowan sees a long line of men equipped with other gear across the river, blocking the ford. "Looks like a fight," another former slave said. "These men raided us a few weeks ago when my ship first crashed. "Took everyone else east."
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Post by Rowan on Sept 26, 2016 14:21:43 GMT -5
Rowan frowns 'ah guess sides are debatable here.. weh go in an hope teh leave us or weh gonna have ta fight teh victors..?'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 26, 2016 14:32:47 GMT -5
The baker shrugged. "I am hoping to do as little as possible and hope the winners leave us alone," he said. The diminutive natives form ranks and begin advancing toward the bridge, the four that had taken Rowan to where they are gesturing for them to join in.
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Post by Rowan on Sept 26, 2016 14:42:44 GMT -5
Rowan shrugs and joins the line. Hefting the black axe and if it breaks they use Crescent as a back up. They give their guard a look 'yeh not gonna kill meh for helping are teh?' Rowan mimes a hack and points to their neck while looking worried. By now the heat probably has their tied robe sticking to them.
2x70 1x75 axes
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 26, 2016 15:07:07 GMT -5
The two small forces rapidly close on each other and the air fills with spears as they release them. Rowan and the others charge and the fight is on.
Rowan Questihuan 25 warriors
VS
The Eastermen
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Post by Rowan on Sept 26, 2016 15:35:48 GMT -5
Rowan gives their best. Happily maiming and cleaving, especially skulls.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 28, 2016 17:07:15 GMT -5
Rowan: 156 Questihuan: 133/156
Eastern chief: 101/79
Rowan rampages into the eastern tribesmen, axe whirring. They slice two men's heads off and drive another back as the locals crush their enemy's left flank. They dodge an arrow fired at them and their stampede continues.
Rowan: 147 Questihuan: 109/133
Eastern Chief: 121/97
The locals break their attackers' ranks and force them to flee, as Rowan kills two more men, a veritable bladestorm of death.
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Post by Rowan on Sept 28, 2016 17:15:06 GMT -5
Rowan whoops in joy and glee as they happily make a cranium cracking mess.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 28, 2016 17:20:34 GMT -5
As the battle ends, the natives gather up weapons and whoop and cheer (+2 Rowan.). Their chief comes and offers Rowan anything they wish from the battlefield as they all pass water around.
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Post by Rowan on Sept 28, 2016 17:50:10 GMT -5
Rowan thanks the Cheif and inspects the fallens weapons for a good axe or bow with a decent number of arrows to add to their little walking armoury of three axes (a hand axe, Crescent and the dragonglass) and a couple of knives they filtched a few days ago when the beach was searched.
Rowan is quite graitful of a drink when the water is passed to them.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 3, 2016 12:21:17 GMT -5
The axes they find can't be called good but they are serviceable. The natives gobber and Rowan sees some strange animal shapes off in the distance, four legged creatures like great orange and black cats that are nearly the size of a small horse.
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Post by Rowan on Oct 3, 2016 15:13:36 GMT -5
Rowan picks a couple of the better of the poor pickings since any sharp axe is better than none in this desolate place.
Rowan eyes the gibberings sighing softly at their ignorance. They get ones attention and motion at the kitty horse 'wha teh fook is that?'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 5, 2016 13:27:45 GMT -5
"Tiger," the man said in their language. The men form back up to continue moving south. Rowan swears, far in the distance, they see a couple of mountains beginning to spring from the horizon, blue tips capped with snow even in the jungle heat. It could be days away still with how high they must be.
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