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#106
06-19-2012, 08:40 PM
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HP: 1/8 Qaella listens as Kalia talks. She nods an affirmative when she is called Qaella. She's at least learned that much. But it is clear by her blank face that she doesn't understand all the words the healer girl is spouting. But when Kalia offers her hand to shake, Qaella recoils, pulling her bow well away from the girl. My Kalia. No trade. she says just as quietly, looking at the goat. When it is suggested they lay low, she again understands the words, and nods again. Quiet. Low. she lowers her hand, signalling to get low, and she turns her attention back to watching the horde. Last edited by Lexkat; 06-19-2012 at 08:41 PM. 
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#107
06-21-2012, 05:20 PM
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Sergey scampered ahead, guiding their way through the forest as they edged further ahead of their pursuers. Vetnes was on guard, resplendent in his newly acquired mail shirt and brandishing his warhammer. Wil was good in a scrap... but Sergey? She wasn't sure. Regardless, they stood a good chance of getting away in one piece... but her plan was already unravelling. Try as she might she could not think of anywhere nearby that might have proved a useful hiding place. Her bearings were a little confused by the freneticism of their escape, but she was able to discern the direction in which they were headed. The four allies and their unconscious prisoner were heading away from the depths of the forest... which meant-
__________________Which means we're 'eading back toward Tima... "Sergey! Yer leadin' us back to town! Ain't it crawling with..." she cast a quick glance over her shoulder she and Wil struggled with the dead weight of the prisoner: "...with them?" A rock. A hard place. And Myla in the middle, as usual.
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#108
06-25-2012, 02:31 AM
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Endland doesn't yet dare to so much as push a leaf of the bush out of the way. He learned his lesson well during his days of skulking about the manor to stay hidden until certain of a clean escape! So for now he continued to hold his breath and remain still.
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#109
06-25-2012, 06:37 AM
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Endland, Kalia, and Qaella slowly lose sight and hearing of the horde as it wanders off; as they can look more freely, it seems as though they might be heading back towards the town.
__________________Sergey stops cold for a second, almost causing the group carrying the trussed villager to slam into him. "You're right, that would be a poor direction to head. Do you think it's safe to return to the cabin, or should we head down the road to another village?" The time for deliberation is not long, as they can hear the horde beginning to grow close if they stop for even a moment.
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#111
06-25-2012, 01:19 PM
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Kalia has to stifle a laugh when Qaella thinks she wants to trade Spunk for her bow, but she quickly bites her lip and keeps a straight face. When the girl offers her hand, Kalia accepts it and stands. "So..." she begins, thinking how do I communicate with her? "I guess you don't understand common very well. Perhaps I can teach you. Well, when we're not running from a bloodthirsty mob." Kalia sighs. "I guess we should head back to the cabin. Come on, Spunk."
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#112
06-25-2012, 06:57 PM
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Quite unexpectedly, Sergey's equivocation cause Myla to snap:
__________________"Well 'ow the bloody 'ell am oy s'posed to know that?!" Sergey looks a little abashed, so she does not continue. She had considered letting the prisoner drop to the floor, of petulantly requesting that maybe we'd be best off asking them: cuz by them cursed gods that spit on the loyks of us they're as likely to know as you or oy, but this she does not do. Instead her lip is bitten- firmly... she tastes the metallic tang as she draws a little blood. "Look,", she says to Vetnes and Wil, turning her back to the young Sergey, "oy don't wanna leave wirrout least tryin' to find my brothers. Pickin' up ol' dopey bollocks 'ere"- and here she indicates the prisoner, not Sergey- "moyt not ave been wun o'moy brightest, but cud be the only 'ope we 'ave o'workin' out what's appened." She can almost see the horde now... "Oy'm going ter Town. If you can 'elp, good: we can bring lug too. Stash im in the 'ovel where m'da stays, see if Marek an' my brothers are there, 'ave a look in town. No joy, run like crazed nags 'til tima's a dot behind us. If not, then now's time. Sergey-" The diminutive young woman turns to Tima's jack-of-all-trades, fixing him with a quite unnecessary scowl: "...if these ain't coming with then you ain't comin' with, jus sos we're clear."
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#113
06-25-2012, 09:12 PM
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"I don't think going back to town now makes sense," Vetnes says. "If your brothers are still there, then they need good help. We should head to the next town over, acquire some better armaments, and maybe some help if possible, and come back when we are ready to deal with... with... well whatever it is that we're dealing with. Even against just a few... of them... some of us were hurt--" Vetnes nods to the wounds received in the most recent battle. "We can try going back now, and risk losing more lives in the rescue, or we can do this right--with better armor, better weapons, and more people."
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#114
06-25-2012, 10:33 PM
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#115
06-26-2012, 03:07 AM
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Endland heaves a sigh of relief as the sounds of the mob fade away. Still wanting to be cautious, he takes a peek through the bushes leaves. Seeing Kalia and Quella approach, he's surprised by the impulse to jump out at them, though he quickly dismisses it. Not worth taking an arrow, or whatever Kalia can dish out now. Chalking the incongrous ludic urge up to adrenaline, he wonders if there will come a day when such things can be made normal again; when a simple good-natured prank can be made without such shadows of fear. That same adrenaline brought on by the day's luck so far gives him a surprisingly hopeful response. We may see it come after all.
__________________And so it is that his affections swell for his companions, and his grinning countenance emerges rather slowly from the bush to greet the pair. Well, that was close enough for me for one day. You two alright? I don't suppose anyone kept an eye on the cabin. I'd hate to have pulled that off only to be met by more of them waiting inside. As they come back to the edge of the clearing, Endland returns to a much more cautious disposition, pausing a long time to Spot/Listen = 9/18study the area. Suddenly realizing what's missing from the scene, he turns to Kalia as any sense of ease passes from his features. What about the others? Last edited by Baxder; 06-26-2012 at 03:07 AM.
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#116
06-26-2012, 10:17 AM
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"Oy hear yer, Vetnes... but we ain't got that sort of time. Either they 'iding out, they're dead or they been 'turned': longer it's left, less likely they'll live. Oy ain't saying we charge in waving these weapons about... we sneak in, stay outta sight, check for... family... and then scram."
__________________Myla looks to Wil for support: "What say you? We can't lead this mob back to the cabin..." ...and the mob are drawing ever closer... Last edited by Sofinho; 06-26-2012 at 10:17 AM.
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#117
06-27-2012, 11:04 PM
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"What say you? We can't lead this mob back to the cabin..."
__________________Wil, having been silent for some time, looks from Myla to Vetnes and shakes his bristly head. "The way I see it," he says slowly, "you're both right. We might find some help at the next village and do some good by warning them of the danger, but for our own..." Wil's breathing is slightly labored, and he pauses to catch his air before continuing. "For our own, I agree that they don't have the time to wait on us if we're going to be any good for them. I'm going with Myla." This is a hard choice, he thinks as he gazes at his companions, but I don't see how there's any other to be made. We can't leave if anyone has family still to check on. I had forgotten about everything but keeping ahead of these maddened old neighbors... Wil turns to Vetnes and Sergey, his eyes suddenly bright. "I have an idea. What if you two take our friend here for a while and go on down the road to the next town like you wanted to? You're both fresh and I wager you can gain on our wild friends back there and lose them. Myla and I can sneak back to Tima, just to see how things look and if her brothers are safe. The two of us should be fine, and perhaps we might even be able to draw some of them away from you if that's necessary. But this way, we know where you will be — we can meet you in the next town by tomorrow at the latest, I'm sure of it." Wil shrugs the unconscious villager into a better position in his arms. He peers about and strains his ears for the sound of approaching pursuit, but his attention is on the discussion at hand. "We need to hurry. This fellow is starting to feel quite heavy, and now that we come to it I still need to check on the horses. It's my job, and the Redhams fled without stopping to let them out, I'm sure of it." Last edited by Feldring; 06-27-2012 at 11:06 PM.
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#118
06-28-2012, 02:52 PM
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Myla smiles. Wil's idea's a good 'un...
__________________"...and we can make sure you get away safe, too: oy reckons you an oy cud lead this mob chasing geese, Wil... they look slow, we can lead around the woods for a bit then head to Tima whilst Vetnes and Sergey are halfway down the road gone the other way..."
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#119
06-29-2012, 11:56 AM
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Vetnes weighs these options. Would it not be better to stick together? Or else, should he not go with them back to Tima? He does not have Wil's injuries. Yet he cannot verbalize his rebuttal, cannot articulate his reponse or conceptualize his argument.
__________________"Very well," Vetnes says, reluctantly. It does make some amount of sense. They aren't going to fight--they want to sneak in and out. In the mean time, hopefully he and Sergey can get some reinforcements. He grips the shoulder of Wil in one and and Myla in the other. "Be safe. I will see you again soon."
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#120
06-29-2012, 03:30 PM
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Kalia, Qaella, and Endland see that the front of the cabin is deserted, save for fallen foes from the village. From where they're standing, they cannot tell if the bodies are dead, unconscious, or merely keeping very still. There is no indication at all of where their friends might be, or where they might have gone to.
__________________As the other group decides on a course of action, the mob crashes through a large clump of bushes into sight and wheels on them. Sergey looks to Vetnes for guidance; "I can lead us to anywhere, and quickly, but where is up to you; on my own I would just hide again."
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