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Post by Ematai on Sept 4, 2007 19:57:18 GMT -5
Ematai's eye's shot up at the mention of the Dragoons. Her hand relaxed off her sword. These men weren't brutal murderers, nor will they mistreat a women. She nodded her head at both Rowan and Bishop.
"Sorry to mistrust you. You can never be sure who you can trust these days," she frowned and glanced over again at Peasant. He seemed like a good person to trust, someone who will help her. He certainly did prove himself when those three men attacked earlier that day.
"If you wanted, I'd like to invite you to our camp. We have a fire..." she wished she could've added that they also had meat, but they didn't. She sighed and motioned towards their campground, the fire still visible through the barely dense woods.
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Post by Kenthor HaGadol on Sept 4, 2007 21:31:14 GMT -5
To say that someone could fall 5 feet out of thin air onto a fireplace and survive would be to state the obvious. To say that the same would be comfortable might be perceived as a slight, if not gross, exaggeration. Kenthor fell, plummeting five feet, trying to twist like a tiger in mid-air, but only managing to roll himself so that his face hit the ground before his sluggish torso.
It was night here, not like the dusk he remembered when he crossed from the otherworld back into this world's realm. The man with the dogs was gone, and there was a considerable amount of hot ash in his mouth. A young man nearby was laughing at him, and two warriors in armor who had been talking with a young woman now stood staring at the ash-covered robed figure, moaning and cursing the hard fire-stones ringed around the hot coals.
"Kagemaru?" ventured the taller of the warriors, who had a leaf burning in his mouth.
"Ohhhh . . ." replied the smoldering cape, which had nearly caught fire in a large clump.
The tall one clapped the shoulder of the stout one and whispered, "This is surely a propitious night!"
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Post by Peasant on Sept 6, 2007 17:51:55 GMT -5
Peasant continues to laugh because people falling into fires is funny.
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Post by lamp on Sept 6, 2007 19:12:22 GMT -5
After being woken up by a loud thump and other dimmer noises, Lampir realizes that this might be his next meal, twice in one day! He takes off down the path hoping that his ears hold true.
He runs, keeping an eye out on the sides of the path for an injuried animal that fell out a tree or a larger animal that slipped and fell.
He notices a flickering light in the distance. As he approaches it, five distinct figures appear, three bigger ones on the right, and two smaller ones on the left, all around the flickering light.
Lampir runs inbetween two of the larger ones, hoping to jump over the fire and take one of the smaller ones out of the clearing and into the forest.
Unfourtunately, one of the larger ones swung their club as Lampir jumped and he was knocked out...
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Post by Bishop on Sept 7, 2007 10:06:38 GMT -5
Bishop leans towards the fire and tosses casually the small remainder of his smoking leaf into the warm coals.
Grasping Kenthor's forearm in a warriors handshake then bringing him in for hug he said, "Its been over a year since I last saw you friend. How have things been with you?"
Just then something cracked and startled the group when a figure in black ran through the small group and got cracked in the skull by Rowan's club by reflex.
The group huddled around the figure which now had 4 blades drawn on it in an instant.
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Post by Rowan on Sept 7, 2007 15:34:49 GMT -5
"I think its a person... smells like a wet dog though."
Rowan steps up to the unconcious form, pushing through the swarm of swords and pulls the figure further into the light.
"Any gots a rope or cord to tie him up so he dont run again?"
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Post by Kenthor HaGadol on Sept 7, 2007 20:49:56 GMT -5
"Huuuhhhh, hack, hhhwwoik!" coughed Kenthor. "Hrrrakkkg!" He spat wet ash out of his mouth with a look of revolt upon his grimy face. Ash is never pleasant, hot or cold. Some people from Iceland, however prefer their ash hot, because so many things in Iceland are not.
"I has gots somes," Kenthor said, winking at Rowan, when he could utter speech again, ignoring Rowan's dangerously arching eyebrows. Feeling amongst the folds of his strange grey cloak-like robe, he fished some out. He could smell burnt Black Walnut-singed nostril hairs, and something that smelled like it had been cast off a bridge in a bag tied to a large brick. "Whew!" He reeled back, Bishop's strong arm supporting him before he fell.
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Post by Ematai on Sept 11, 2007 20:53:01 GMT -5
Ematai frowned. So much went on at once she didn't know what to do. Finally, she decided to ignore everything and sit down. She did in fact and started to eat her berries. She only had a small handful left though, which depressed her a little. She wondered if any of these Dragoons would have some. She gazed up at them wondering her chances of stealing some food off of them. She soon left that idea alone.
Instead, she turned her eyes to the creature who was currently knocked out. He was laying sprawled about 3 feet away from her. His chest was moving so she knew he was alive, just knocked out. She poked him a few times with a stick she found and wondered if he would wake up.
[wow. I'm slightly confused. So much happened at once and so many people are controlling other people. Ah!]
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Post by lamp on Sept 11, 2007 21:59:18 GMT -5
Lampir felt a slight pain in his side, and started to come to. Upon realizing the situation he had gotten himself into, he felt an even more powerful pain near the top of his head.
He started to roll over, but then slowly eased back down to his dead state, as he realized that whatever had caused him to fall was probably still around him.
Keeping his eyes shut, he decided to listen to the area around him.
He could hear a few heavy men moving around, talking, and fumbling with a bag, about 4 metres away. Among the heavier ones, he heard lighter steps, carefully hovering around the others, with the grace of a squirrel.
Lampir heard another noise, something popping and then being mashed, only a metre away. Then a gulp. Perhaps a human's small snack. Then there was a ruffle in the leaves, and another sharp pain to his side. He tried to stay still as the object was jabbed into to him twice more.
The heavy men were approaching, laughing and moving something that ruffled a constant rough noise.
Then Lampir was lifted up by the waist, and he couldn't help but open his eyes to access the situation.
He saw a human girl, not a weak one, but one that had seen the terror of battle, and not been afraid. She stared back at him with hidden astonishment as he was mangled into a knot by the heavy men.
A human boy, fond of the girl, came into view, and Lampir hid his eyes and acted limp as he could, with all limbs bound together by the rough material.
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Post by Peasant on Sept 12, 2007 6:29:34 GMT -5
Peasant falls over for no apparent reason, he is terribly confused.
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Post by Militis on Sept 12, 2007 14:10:49 GMT -5
Before Peasant is able to hit the ground, militis catches him and helps him back to his feet. This is the first time he had seen all his mercenary companions by the campfire at once since the dispersion of the dragoon ranks in the battles for the harsh northlands.
"There ya go, P."
Just then he noticed the creature knocked out on the ground and recognized him as noneother than the Lampir of Lorrac!
"WHAT HAPPENED TO LAMPIR?!"
Militis had met him on the battlefield and sent him back towards the dragoon encampment to warn the rest of the forces of the impending attack through the forest by the northern kingdom in search of the warriors who smoked his forces not 3 days prior...
[Edited by Lampir]
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Post by Kenthor HaGadol on Sept 17, 2007 20:39:31 GMT -5
Kenthor sat up, intent on listening to his old friends' stories. He was not confused, as the looks on the younglings faces betrayed, but anxious to learn what had happened since his departure, when the dragoons were only a struggling band of six.
Now he had returned from the Otherworld, and the dragoons were thriving and strong, not a usual occurrence for mercenaries, wherever they might be. Truly, there was something different about these dragoons from any other band of warriors he had ever met, something coursing through their veins that had the scent of immortality to it . . .
Kenthor pulled the bard's cloak around him, and prepared to learn of the tales from the Northern Steppes, up to his homecoming, to present them for future generations in song, that their honor might be sung unto the ages.
He scootched closer to the fire, put on another log, and pulled out a flask from within his robe. Pulling on it, he relaxed, swallowed, and prepared for a night full of tales, whether or not he would hear them.
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Post by Ematai on Sept 17, 2007 21:02:16 GMT -5
Ematai joins Peasant in his falling over. She had no clue what Militis was talking about, nor where he came in. Suddenly appearing people kinda confused Ematai. She wanted to leave these weird people and continue on her journey to help heal Peasant.
She glanced over at him, wondering how he was doing, with his injuries and all. She felt that if this night continued with any more surprises, they would never make it to the village.
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Post by Rowan on Sept 17, 2007 21:31:27 GMT -5
Rowan noticed the Kids distracted look and recognized there want to run.
Thinking to himself that he will just stand beside the fire letting his to well fed body block the fires light from them, giving them the chance the want to run and continue whatever adventures these younglings have in heart to do.
Rowan stands up and reaches clumsily for the bards flask and darn nearly falls into and over the small fire blocking its meager glow for a few moments ... and slightly burning his scruffy beard. The big man yells out in surprise makeing a horrible racket and show of burning animal hides and spilt whisky from another place inside his gear.
((do they run... lets find out))
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Post by Ematai on Oct 4, 2007 14:57:05 GMT -5
Ematai frowned as she watched they way they treated the weird human thing that they tied up. She glanced around and pulled out her knife. She wanted to free that poor thing. He couldn't be too bad. She glanced over at Peasant and wondered if he would come with her when she went away from these people. He was the closest thing she had to a friend out here. She kinda hoped he came, but if he didn't..she shrugged. She would survive.
Ematai stood up and walked over to the beast [Lampir] when the big one, Rowan was his name, fell over into her fire. She quickly cut through his bindings and smiled at him. She then dashed off into the woods. She pulled the hood over her head and jumped over a tree trunk, a small stream, and then stopped. She jumped up and caught a low branch and pulled herself up. She climbed up a few more branches and sat down. She could just barely see the flicking fire far into the woods where she was. She wondered if anyone would even notice what she did.
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