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Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2015 15:41:11 GMT
as he was forced onto his feet, the shaking mans eyes, now that he had clammed up a bit, seemed fixed on the hunk of muddy metal that once was moving.
"br.....brother.....he was my brother......" tears well up in his eyes as Milo pulls the rope tight, securing the mans arms behind his back. "He...he was all i had left....and i let him die...." now close to bawling, Milo is pretty much forced to drag him to the Carriage, where he simply sits sniffling on the ledge, eyes still fixed on the dead highway man.
he was a kinda scrawny man, in simple, old weather resistant clothing, mud boots so old they had holes, and same with his gloves. While Confiscated by Milo, he did have a Belt across his chest, where he once had spare bullets, Flints, and gunpowder, which seemed drastically unused.
checking his pockets for weapons the man might use to escape, Milo finds a Loaded Cheapshot pistol, and a bag of Rounds for the thing, as well as....
curiously, it is a sealed scroll, with the symbol of the three Holy Kings of the Unmentionable stamped into its wax. Milos acquisition of such a scroll,he realizes, has gone unnoticed, even by the very man he took it from.
Milo Gained: 15 Rifle Rounds 30 CheapShot Rounds 3 Spare Flints Horn of Gunpoweder Shoddy Long Rifle Cheapshot Pistol Mysterious Royal Scoll
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Post by Korsera on Jul 4, 2015 17:36:36 GMT
With the danger passed, Sorelia began looking around. Cold wilderness on every side, and the path ahead was narrow. Truthfully, she didn't really want to stray from it at all - any distance at all sent a chill down her spine, only made worse by the bodies littering the place. They went off the path, and look what happened to them! Dead, all of them. Well, almost. Taking a deep breath, she stepped away from the path towards the man Milo was hoisting. She watched the man talk to the bandit before stopping in front of them, letting the sweetest smile she could settle. 'Excuse me,' she directed the question at them both, gesturing to the knife in his arm. 'May I have my knife back please? Only, it is one of my favourites.'
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Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2015 17:41:23 GMT
the man, for a moment, snapped his eyes to his arm. he seemed to have forgotten the knife. "please...please take it out...and..and if you had any bandages.....not that you have any reason to spare them...."
his eyes,empty, slowly drift back to his dead brother. out of tears to shed it seems, he just stares, blankly. "i...don't want our family to end with me...is the thing....though there not much good to live on for...."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2015 18:10:48 GMT
Iulius wrestled his spear free of the dead man, seeing his companions dispatch their foes with skill and efficiency was reassuring, perhaps there was hope for this gaggle yet. "Excellent work comrades." He boomed. He strode over to where the carriage driver was unhooking the dead horse and assisted the man in unbuckling the creature's armor.
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Post by halonachos on Jul 4, 2015 18:20:57 GMT
"Oh, I do have some bandages." Milo said with a grin. He reached into the carriage and retrieved his backpack, pulling out a surplus of the gauze he hands roughly 4 ft of the bandage to Sorelia, "That ought to be enough Scorelia and don't be too hard on yourself, sir. I'm sure there is much to live for, despite the grievous loss of your brother you are still amongst the living and can perhaps do your family honor by some good deeds and allow your brother and yourself a peaceful rest in the afterlife. The goddesses cherish those who are champions of companionship and unity."
Milo tried his best to calm the man, "You're a local most likely so you most likely worship the local gods, no? If that is so, you did your part to your utmost capabilities and should be proud of that. Not every man is cut out to be a member of the Legion or even a soldier, much less a bandit. You faced great peril in fighting a better equipped, heartier, and larger group but you didn't run now did you? No, you took a dagger to the arm that disabled you, it's happened to plenty of men."
"Scorelia here is going to pull her dagger out of your arm, it most likely is going to hurt." Milo said as he grasped the wounded arm. "But we're going to bandage it and then hopefully you will have seen the error of your ways and then you can live to set your family right in the next world."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2015 18:27:06 GMT
"Hmph" was all Iulius got at first, and the old man stayed quite until all the armor was off and loaded into the carriage.
"get the head off first, and then the tail, no good meat on those." a moment of silence, but the Mans eyes told Iulius he wouldn't accept words or a no, so with a few swings the deed was done.
a simple motion, and some grunts, and Iulius was suddenly getting lessons about how to carve up a horse for its meat. A dirty job, but not an unrewarding one.
about halfway through the process, the old man suddenly looks up, scanning the trees for....something.
Gently, slowly, he placed his hand on Iuliuses, slowly pushing his sword away from what was left of the corpse.
"drag this thing to the edge of the forest, its best to keep some...local animals....happy...."
getting up slowly, Iulius could feel...something, wrong with the very air, but could not see anything.
"FIVE MINUTES PEOPLE, TAKE WHAT YOU WANT AND WE LEAVE, WITH OR WITHOUT YOU!" a last order, and a grumble, and the Carriage driver disappeared back into his Vessel.
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Meanwhile, the man seemed to only half listen to Milo, much too distracted by the reminder of his arm injury, and of his brothers death, however he seemed to hear enough for a response.
"I don't believe in the gods. At least not any who are kind. If the gods were kind, me and my brother would've never lost our family, we would've never been down this road." His attention, slowly, is drawn to the forest, as Sorelia takes her knife and starts bandaging his arm. Everyone feels....something unnerving, hovering in the air.
"If the gods were kind...whatever is in these woods would not exist....."
The air, suddenly, is broken as the Carriage driver shouts "FIVE MINUTES PEOPLE, TAKE WHAT YOU WANT AND WE LEAVE, WITH OR WITHOUT YOU!" before disappearing into the Drivers door at the front, sitting down behind the hostage, and grumbly looking the Scrawny man over.
"whats your name kid?"
"....Jakobe."
"well, stay quite, be apologetic, and maybe you'll just be sentenced to hard labor when we get to Settletown."
with that, and the finishing of his arms bandaging, Jakobe hung his head, quite as a mouse.
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Iulius Gained: 2 pounds of Meat for his assistance
Milo Lost: 4 Ft of bandages
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Post by halonachos on Jul 4, 2015 19:19:31 GMT
"Ah yes, I look forward to getting to Settletown." Milo quipped as he got into carriage, leading Jakobe inside as well. "Maybe they'll have beds for all of us." he continued, trying to keep focus off of the forest's ability to shake the spirits of the party. "You know what I like to do for fun, I like to give people things they can use or things they might like. Like Lightning has a gun so she might like this powder and ammo, and if she can use it then its hers. And if I recall just about everyone is a military type here so they like military kinda stuff right?" Milo grinned and surveyed what he could of the group, "More importantly, who likes to read... out loud, to a group?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2015 21:50:22 GMT
Iulius did as he was ordered and dragged the corpse to the edge of the forest, with a grunt he hefted what was left of the carcass and tossed it into the bushes, he backed away from the edge as fast as he could as he caught a glimpse of something massive and beastly descending upon the dead horse. Thoroughly alarmed he quickly returned to the fallen axeman, ignoring the rotting leather armor he fished around in the man's pockets, finding a Lordshare coin and a mysterious black gemstone, he quickly pocketed the items before striding back over the the carriage, stopping only to pick up the Waraxe that lay discarded in the mud. "These spoils are mine by right of conquest." He proclaimed, "I suggest you all gather your own quickly." He climbed inside the carriage, and sat down opposite Milo.
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Post by Korsera on Jul 4, 2015 23:46:38 GMT
After bandaging the arm and tucking the knife back with the others, Sorelia hopped from the carriage, making her way to the nearest body and rummaging through the pockets. When the task was done, she beat a hasty retreat to the carriage before it left without her, not daring to look back at the forest lest the trees themselves objected to her leaving. She took a seat next to Iulius, facing Milo. While the first was militaristic and blunt, not unlike any of the other military men Sorelia had come into contact with, the second man was unexpectedly charismatic. She had found herself listening more intently to what he was saying than she'd first expected upon meeting him several days ago, having assumed him to be another rough and brooding type of mercenary man. The details of the fight, the deathtrap forest, even the bleeding man in the carriage, all of the details slipped away as Milo successfully distracted them. Well, her at least. "More importantly, who likes to read... out loud, to a group?" He asked. Sorelia found herself smiling as she raised a hand. 'I wouldn't mind. What would you like me to read?'
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Post by Lord Harrab on Jul 4, 2015 23:53:24 GMT
Again the smiling one was speaking to something named lightning. Did he truly believe the skies had split and struck down the armored bandit when Thunder spoke? And People called her backwards and ignorant. She allowed her rifle to hang from its harness as she made her way carefully through the mud to the man she had slain, kneeling beside his corpse as she pulled a special painted tin from a pocket, opening it and holding it under the wound she touched under the corpses eyes and above the wound with her other hand. "Go to your Gods, and to a better life."she said not unkindly, "I hope your kin find a gentle fate." The blood was still warm as she mixed it with the thick paste that was the tin's contents and while the others performed an atrocious job of butchering the dead horse or picked through the pockets of the dead, she used the time to reapply the warpaint around her eyes with the new mixture, in its tin it should last a few days if she needed more. Her head snapped up at a sudden pressure in the air, of course, she had forgotten where they were, here homeland, of course death and violence had sent ripples through the trees, best to leave before something came to find out what had caused it. Inside the carriage, the smiling one was jabbering like a spooked songbird, still grinning like a sun-struck idiot, When he turned to her and called her lightning for the Third time she felt her patience for outsider ignorance snap with spider silk softness. She gripped her rifle in both hands, and drove it stock first into his stomach with enough force to leave him gasping. "I have Told you my Name is She who walks with Thunder, do not belittle who i am with your so-called civilized nonsense names."
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