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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2016 10:40:58 GMT -5
"Takeabath!" Anna said cheerfully. "Yousureneedoneandyoullbedoingtaskssoonenough!" The steaming water is rather tempting, and Rowan sees a few other people coming in to enjoy a relaxing time in the mineral waters.
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Post by Rowan on Oct 26, 2016 15:55:09 GMT -5
Rowan grins. 'Thank you.' They casually strip off. Laying theor clothes neatly in a pile to one side with their collected axes and get a good wash making sure to scrub everything well to get the acumilated muck since they made shore on the island.
Once they are properly clean they make their way over to the pool to join the ones already soaking. 'Hellos. Is there room for one more?' Politely asking if they may join those already soaking.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2016 16:06:34 GMT -5
Rowan gets a wave in return. The pool is hot and about thirty feet on a side, and while they get a few curious looks no one comments openly. "Where ye from?" A man asks. He is sipping some sort of alcohol. "Hotter' the seven hells out there."
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Post by Rowan on Oct 26, 2016 16:13:57 GMT -5
Rowan slips into the pool and gets comfortable. 'A little village called Coldcreek in Westeros.' They look around the group smiling in greeting 'how did you all end up in this generally inhospitable place?'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 26, 2016 16:18:46 GMT -5
"Gold," the man said with a laugh. "There's veins here make Lannister land look like a pauper's house. I'm Lancel Rykker, pleasure," he said happily. "The wee ones brought you here right? With the other former slaves?"
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Post by Rowan on Oct 26, 2016 16:38:42 GMT -5
Rowan nods 'weh found each other in the jungle.. was kinda scared.. they killed the slavers with weapons.. was worried they would meh too..'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 27, 2016 10:02:41 GMT -5
"Well, they're good folk here overall," another man said. "A bit reticent but that's to be expected from an isolated people. What did you do back in Coldsteel?"
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Post by Rowan on Oct 27, 2016 15:05:45 GMT -5
Rowan scratches their head sheepishly amd squirms a bit. 'A bit of this and that.. chores for the old 'uns.. the odd bit of hired work and some banditry.. never took from those that had 'out though.. and ah often helped out those that hadn't much.. I don't have much cleverness like some but I do well enough with ma strength and axes.'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 27, 2016 15:17:10 GMT -5
"Well, desperation makes beasts of many men," a woman said soothingly. "And we need axes more than morals here, that much is a fact. Much, much more." A chuckle rises. "What use are morals when you fight demons themselves?"
Rowan hears a sort of trumpet sounding. "Well, damn," a man said, "they're about to do it..."
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Post by Rowan on Oct 27, 2016 16:33:57 GMT -5
Rowan looks curious at him. 'Do what?'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 28, 2016 5:12:51 GMT -5
Rowan looks out the open walls with the others and to the south they see a small native, one of the ones who had escorted Rowan to the city, ascend the steps of the great temple with two robed women. At the top, trumpets are sounded and the women slit his throat and cut out the man's heart, while hundreds of people at the bottom of the temple cheer loudly. Rowan sees a strange purplish flame come from the temple and vanish into the jungles as it occurs. "Their sacrifice," the woman said, "to weaken the demons."
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Post by Rowan on Oct 28, 2016 13:48:51 GMT -5
Rowan leaps from the pool with a cry of horror then drops to their knees with another cry, this one of dispair, tears running down the hermaphrodites face as they sob girlishly. The rather extremely femminine reaction seeming odd until when they move there is small streaks of red along their inner thighs as their very irregular cycle begins.. their increasinly feminine reactions over the last days would have made sense once they think about it.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 28, 2016 14:55:08 GMT -5
No one is sure how to react now but a woman offers her a cloth for the mess. "There, there, they volunteer," she said. "It's a great honor to them."
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Post by Rowan on Oct 28, 2016 15:20:08 GMT -5
Rowan accepts the cloth and wipes their face as their sobs slow then realises they are messy and goes scarlet. 'what a time for that to happen..' Rowan says wiping themself clean. 'Does it work?' Rowan asks quietly, the whole notion of magic and human sacrifice to make things work is rather odd to them. 'Bethan burnt plants sometimes.. to see her seeings.. but.. a person? How.. how would that work?!? How bad can these creatures be if they die just to hope it does something?!?' Rowan's voice is quiet and horror filled.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 31, 2016 6:24:02 GMT -5
"It seems to," the woman said quietly. "These things are...beyond bad," she continued. "And the whole world could be threatened if we don't destroy them soon."
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