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Post by Rowan on Nov 3, 2016 15:06:38 GMT -5
Rowan looks a bit fierce 'what are the best ways that does not involve injury or useless death that kills them and their callers? A knight said big weapons but not everyone is that strong.."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 3, 2016 15:31:56 GMT -5
"Wel,l funny you asked," a man said, grinning. "We were just about to go see the new shipment. We had them special ordered from the armories of Norvos. Care to tag along?" The bathers are all getting out, drying off, and dressing for their tripp.
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Post by Rowan on Nov 3, 2016 16:01:37 GMT -5
Rowan nods 'ive no idea where that is but a good fights always fun.' The hermaphrodite sorts out putting back on their clothes and something for the blood to soak in to and is practically bouncy and eager for some bloodshed. Happily they follow the group to see what the new shipment might be and how it could help in the up coming fight they have been drafted in to.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 3, 2016 17:52:14 GMT -5
They arrive at a giant wagon with some funny looking men in green armor unloading gigantic boxes. Rowan gets a clap on the shoulder as the man from the bath grinned. "Scorpion bolts!" He said. "We mount them to logs of the proper size and they'll go through a damned house!"
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Post by Rowan on Nov 3, 2016 17:58:51 GMT -5
Rowan oos ly 'hows we launch it though.. i can nah toss a tree or a huge log..'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 3, 2016 18:25:42 GMT -5
"Ballista," the man said. "I'm Alex by the way, from Horn Hill originally. We get the ballista set them up in some choke points we're making, then we cut loose!"
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Post by Rowan on Nov 3, 2016 19:19:21 GMT -5
Rowan mmms and wiggles a bit excitedly 'messy'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 4, 2016 5:04:56 GMT -5
"That's the hope," Alex confirmed. Rowan sees a few shapes circling about up high in the sky. "Wyverns," Alex said, "dragons' little cousins, we think."
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Post by Rowan on Nov 4, 2016 6:11:06 GMT -5
Rowan hmms. 'I came across some dragonish like lizard things in the jungle.. unfortuneatly the cheif of the small natives said the neats poisonous.. shame.. they looked like it would have made a good dinner... how do we go about attaching these.. heads? To the logs?
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 4, 2016 6:36:35 GMT -5
"Oh, I was being....fascetious," Alex said. "Come on, we'll go to the weaponsmiths. It's just like making an arrow, just a much bigger arrow. If they only ship the iron heads they can fit many more of them on the carts, and we have plentiful wood from the forests to make out own shafts." Rowan sees row after row of strange mud houses, the red sand making it look a bit fiery. "The Xintilani worship the sun, so they build everything as brightly as they can to reflect its light."
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Post by Rowan on Nov 4, 2016 15:02:13 GMT -5
Rowan follows. They look, scratching their head a bit 'sure looks brighter than the suroundings..'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 4, 2016 15:50:08 GMT -5
"Tht's the idea," Alex confirmed. As they arrive at the weapons district, Rowan sees a distinct shift in architecture, to one more recognizbly Westerosi. Clearly these knights had helped construct them. The natives all wave cheerfully and Rowan sees them hauling away eight foot long carcasses of some bipedal creature with horns and thick, purplish hair everywhere on its body. This must be a demon.
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Post by Rowan on Nov 4, 2016 16:38:49 GMT -5
Rowan eagerly waves back and turns to eye Alex an odd almost pensive look on their face 'can ah hope that is just another werid beastie of this increasingly werid island?'
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Post by The Forgotten God on Nov 4, 2016 16:41:01 GMT -5
"Not just another," he said, "the demons themselves, the things the natives seek to destroy. We've killed dozens. Soon we go after their source," he said. "To stem their tides forever." The demon is swiftly hacked up, its claws used for arrows and its teeth for knives.
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Post by Rowan on Nov 5, 2016 7:24:05 GMT -5
Rowan looks uncomfortable but eager for the fight. 'To the callers have any special reistances? Or will it be as easy as sneaking up and cracking heads? Or is the source not people?'
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