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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 7, 2015 18:54:29 GMT -5
Uhtred grabs the prince and drags him out of the circle. If that thing wasn't dead, they couldn't kill it at this point. Time to fucking go.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 7, 2015 18:57:15 GMT -5
Aenys needs no encouragement. The force leaves a hundred men dead behind.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 7, 2015 18:59:23 GMT -5
Uhtred pauses just nearly out of eyesight of the corpse. It twitching? Or was the thing dead?
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 7, 2015 19:01:20 GMT -5
The corpse is dead, the demon though moves to a wounded man and rises again. Harder and stronger, likely.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 7, 2015 19:02:23 GMT -5
Uhtred fucking runs like a gazelle
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 7, 2015 19:05:43 GMT -5
Everyone getson the ship and joins the "fuck Yeen" club. T-shirts are printed and distributed. 15 stags, plus tax.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 7, 2015 19:12:01 GMT -5
Uhtred pays for at least 25 for the men who came with. He'll the sail what's left of the Targs men back, leaving the quarantined men faaaaaar behind.
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Post by Marlow on Apr 7, 2015 19:17:45 GMT -5
Harwyn ordered his men throughout the fleet to perform a ready-and-able headcount, tallying how many he lost over the course of his employment. Walking to Uhtred, Harwyn stares at the vanishing land. "Fuck Yeen."
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Post by Lord Rykker on Apr 7, 2015 19:18:50 GMT -5
Uhtred carefully takes out a book, looks at it, and tosses it over the side of the boat "Fuck Yeen so hard"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Apr 7, 2015 19:20:13 GMT -5
The book floats. A crocodile eats it. nothing can go wrong from that.
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