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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2016 6:25:45 GMT -5
At this point everyone has given up on trying to follow every word Rowan says, but even so, they all arch eyebrows at the end to that statement. "Well, these things are...not exactly from this world," another knight said, "but they can't stay in ours. You'd probably call them demons, even if strict theologians would balk at the description." He waved to his wagon. "Come on and eat and we'll talk over what you'll need to know."
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Post by Rowan on Oct 17, 2016 13:37:53 GMT -5
Rowan frowns some and follows 'am pretty sure most any think dont live after yeh cleave their head in two. Hmm septon chased meh from teh sept for being a deamon.. pretty sure I'd beh dead if my head was all smushed.' They look about and sighs 'i is sorry.. how cans i talk better so you hear my words? I is not got much brains in meh head but i gots a good arm and aint squeamish'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 17, 2016 15:18:41 GMT -5
"Don't worry about it. We have someone named Theo in Xintilan...he'll understand you much better," the knight assured them. "He's from the Neck and none of us get much more from him than we do from you," he jested. The wagon smells delicious and roast meat of some sort cooked with yellow vegetables is on plates waiting to be eaten. "Let's get a bite before evening falls."
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Post by Rowan on Oct 17, 2016 16:28:46 GMT -5
Rowan nods happily and would politely eat once served. A bit wary of unfamiler food but happy to try it once others eat it. 'what kind of mercanry work do you usually do?'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 18, 2016 6:56:58 GMT -5
"We fight sorcerers, to put it in simple terms," he said."Powerful people who oppress mankind. And slavers. Queen Janelle despises the practice." He nodded. "You prove yourself and there's always room for one more good sword...or axe."
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Post by Rowan on Oct 18, 2016 13:04:48 GMT -5
Rowan looks puzzled 'sor..cerer..s some kind of other native to these parts?' Rowan shrugs 'people all die the same way.. some just need a little more persuading.' Rowan has no idea about magics beyond a vague notion of the stuff Bethan did, the young Hermaphrodite is more of a point them in the right direction kind of man.. girl.. whatever..
'Yeh jus tell me who needs teh be sprouting an axe in the head all will beh good'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 18, 2016 14:51:08 GMT -5
"That won't be a problem," Devan assured them. "Sorcerer means wizard," he confirmed. Rowan finds the food spicy but better than anything else they've had. "We got some spare cots if youre ready to sleep. Got a long walk tomorrow."
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Post by Rowan on Oct 18, 2016 15:14:22 GMT -5
Rowan nods their understanding huffing a but when the spices get too hot but its far more welcome than the slop the native men eat 'sleeps good.' They grin.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 18, 2016 15:25:51 GMT -5
The next day Rowan sees the city itself, made almost entirely out of the reddish mud that is nearly omnipresent, wooden logs sticking from the buildings at strange intervals for some reason. The houses are flat-roofed and have tiny chimneys in their center where cookfire smoke can escape, but coming down the low hill leading into the metropolis Rowan is struck by the size of it. It could fit a hundred Coldsteel Creeks, probably, going on for miles, and the natives all stop and fall to their knees and chant something for a few seconds prior to approaching. At the far south end of town Rowan sees a gigantic snake with feathery wings coming from its side, a statue easily fifty meters tall. The city has no walls or gates, and Rowan sees right near the entrance are more of the strange knights from the day before.
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Post by Rowan on Oct 18, 2016 18:58:24 GMT -5
Rowan comes to an abrupt halt and gapes at the humongous place. They yasp never having seen the like before
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2016 11:37:11 GMT -5
The natives all scatter off and seem to forget their purpose at their excitement being in the city. The Westerosi are immediately spotted by the Order, and a tall Dornishman waves them over. "Welcome to oXintilan!" He calls out. "I think youre all a bit lost!"
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Post by Rowan on Oct 19, 2016 14:32:31 GMT -5
Rowan goes over 'sure isnt coldcreek thats for certain.. too many bitey bugs'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2016 19:23:37 GMT -5
"The knight laughs. "I'm Ser Harold," he said. "Pleasure making your acquaintance. I bet," he said, leading them into a house where it is blessedlycooler than outside, "you're wondering why you were brought here."
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Post by Rowan on Oct 20, 2016 3:15:27 GMT -5
Rowan follows 'ahm Rowan.. ah was wondering yes.. though ahm mostly happy to have found people that dont want to kill enslave or rape meh.'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2016 11:38:37 GMT -5
The knight nodded. "I can only imagine," he said. "Well, you've been brought here because quite simply we need bodies." He gestured to the south of the city, "because something threatens everyone here. And only we can stop it."
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