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Post by Rowan on Oct 20, 2016 12:43:18 GMT -5
Rowan looks curious 'they others said summit about sorc..aerys and demons.'Rowan shrugs 'if it bleeds it can die.' They cock their head to one side 'whys yeh need so many bodies? Ah aint dragon fodder'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 20, 2016 15:01:03 GMT -5
The knight raised a finger while he took a drink then nodded. "Indeed," he said, "You're not. But you just might be a savior," he continued. "The creatures we are fighting are not entirely of this world, and not entirely of legend, either." He pointed to a painting of two knights battling a creature with three heads, taller than both men together. "And this city needs people who can help it." He shook his head. "Grab a drink, it's quite a story to tell.'
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Post by Rowan on Oct 20, 2016 16:02:32 GMT -5
Rowan snorts 'ah am a perversion of the natual order teh septon near coldcreek recons.. ah aint no saviour.'Rowan snickers.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 21, 2016 5:38:03 GMT -5
"Well," the man said, "that is all we need." He pointed to the temple again. "You see that? That is where this trouble all started, we think, centuries ago. These peaceable little folk practiced human sacrifice for ages and ages, all to stave off the Valyrians and Ghiscari and anyone else who sought their conquest." He looked out over the quiet city. "It worked for a time, but when the Freehold came they brought their own gods and magic and apparently they won." A woman came in and picked up the story as the drunk knight chugged his liquor.
"These people worshipped a pantheon of animal gods and thought they could bring them to life by sacrificing enough blood. The problem is," she said with a grim look, "they succeeded. Beyond their wildest dreams. Now there are dozens of the things running around, and they have no regard for their summoners' lives...but more than that, the natives can't hurt them. For a century they've been food for these demons, unable to fight back, and now the creatures grow stronger and stronger."
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Post by Rowan on Oct 21, 2016 12:00:58 GMT -5
Rowan scratches their head looking confused. Most of it not neaning much to them. 'Does these things and their peoples bleeds amd the bones break? Cus if they does then should be easy enough splatters on their own alters.. yes?' Rowan shrugs a bit 'Just tells meh where to whacks with mah axes and teh brains will leaks all overs and theor bloods feed their old lands to make it good for the funny babbling mens.'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 21, 2016 12:03:48 GMT -5
OOC: This one actually gave me trouble IRL.
The knight listens to the Trump-like word salad being offered and just blinks a few times. "They bleed, yes," he said, "but more importantly, every day they seem to grow a bit stronger. Arrows used to bring them down, a year ago, now they shrug them off unless it is point blank range." He shook his head. "So destroying them is more of a priority than it ever was, before they spread." He waved about. "Help yourself to whatever you need. Tomorrow we'll explore the city and then we go hunting."
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Post by Rowan on Oct 21, 2016 12:18:18 GMT -5
Ooc sorry will try to tone it down.. i figure their general iq is petty low along with a thick drawled accent, i can just drop it if you prefer me to type normally?
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Rowan looks like it is pretty simple to solve 'so.. hit harder? Or use better or bigger arrows? Or maybe those big spiked spears they use for the huge fish things in the sea? (Whales)'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 21, 2016 14:19:09 GMT -5
"We are," the knight said, off his drink for now, "but the pattern is disturbing. Weapons only get so big." He pointed to a gigantic black iron sword. "That's what I use. Still works easy enough, but maybe one day it won't at this rate."
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Post by Rowan on Oct 21, 2016 16:42:10 GMT -5
Rowan goes over to peer at it then eyes the knight speculatively 'do you get something like that in an axe? I was very sad to only find my manhood axe when the slaver ship broke up.. mangy robbing bastards..' they grumble the last 'guess we beetter kills these things quick then'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 24, 2016 6:36:04 GMT -5
"An iron axe?" The man chuckled. "I only use it for show and demon hunting," he said. "It's heavy and brittle and useless against steel," he said with a shrug. "We'll go hunting soon enough, but bestyougetyourself some rest. Likely gonna need it."
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Post by Rowan on Oct 24, 2016 15:31:46 GMT -5
Rowan whistfully sighs and nods 'Alright.'
Rowan wanders off to go find some safe seeming place to curl up in and would soon be asleep. Snuggled up to their axes and seems to be sleeping peacefully.. perhaps rather too peacefully for someone thats impatient for a bloodbath.. whoever or whatever the blood may belong to.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 25, 2016 6:16:49 GMT -5
Morning comes after a night of restless sleep; the temperature and humidity make comfort difficult to find. Rowan sees a bathhouse across the way from the hut they are in, and a bunch of the locals are moving south, towards the giant temple in the middle of the city.
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Post by Rowan on Oct 25, 2016 12:45:59 GMT -5
Rowan oos when they look about and goes over to talk to the person running the bath house.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 25, 2016 14:58:34 GMT -5
The Westerosi woman smiles at them. "Hello!" She says in a singsong voice, "I'mAnnanicetomeetyoudoyouneedabathtoday?" Her words come out so quickly it is difficult to follow. Rowan sees hot water scented with jasmine rising from a giant pool in the courtyard, smaller basins about it to rinse off before entering.
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Post by Rowan on Oct 26, 2016 3:27:53 GMT -5
Rowan smiles and frowns some at the babble as they try to work it out. 'Hello I am Rowan. I would love a bath.. but I have no coins.. can i do any chores or tasks for you in exchange for a bath?'
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