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 Posted: Fri May 06, 2005 6:52 pm
As the group get their bearings straight, the peace is interrupted by shouting in the distance. As you approach the origin of the shriek, you see a man bleeding with a worn dagger in his hand. He is dressed somewhat nice and has a gash on his forearm.
He is standing next to a cart with a broken wheel. The reigns are broken on the ground and there are no horses to be found. The cart tilts on the broken wheel, revealing a well-polished blade, laying on the ground that fell out when it crashed. The road around seems to be flat with no rocks, leaving many footprints and a trail of horseshoes leading straight down the path.
He looks around frantically and spots you.
"Please, help me. I must take these weapons to the town ahead and I can't carry them alone. I will give you some if you agree!" He shouts frantically, holding his arm.
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2005 2:31 pm
Tso considers the man for a moment, before deciding that his lack of weapons makes him extremely vulnerable. He stoops to pick up an armload of weapons as he asks "What happened to you?"
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2005 9:33 pm
((Ding))
He pauses for a moment, then looks at Tso, sweating.
"I was... trying to get these arms... to the city down the road for the town guards..."
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2005 10:33 pm
"I can help too, always willing to help those in need."
Aside from pure altruism, owning a weapon and visiting a town could prove useful in the future. And with a short trek Vince could get to know his fellow companions on a more personal level- well worth the time if the entire journey would be spent with them.
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2005 9:07 pm
The squirrely man scurries putting his dulled knives away in the back of his belt. He tries to scramble around and frantically grabs smaller arms, stashing them in the back of his belt.
"Thanks, now get your friends to help! We need to move this fast." He demands in a nervous tone.
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2005 9:40 pm
Karra watched quietly from the distance, a suspicious glare upon the man. She stepped up to him and peeks into the cart at the various assortment of weapons. She then glanced once more at the man," What happened?" Her question was bland and emotionless as she stood upright once more. She had an odd feeling about the man and wasn't about to lay her trust on him, remembering the words of Ishmeal, '...Be careful of what you do because you can end up making a situation worse...'
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2005 5:56 am
The man pauses, turning to face Karra awkwardly.
"I-I-I was... attacked! He was trying to take these weapons from me..." He sputters out.
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Posted: Mon May 09, 2005 9:33 am
Reconna ran to the area she had seen every one run to. "What is going on?" she asked. She looked at the man " Your lieing" she said coldly "why would he steal your wepons and not use them on you that would leave no witnesses?....why huh?"
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2005 6:33 am
Tso looks at the stranger from his crouched position. His left hand lay on the handle of a dagger and his right was perched near his boot. "Personally, I think telling the truth would be a good idea. From the beginning, like starting with why you just happen to have a large amount of weapons, with no way to transport them." Tso grins
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2005 8:26 am
[[ Current Time of Day : Mid-Afternoon ]]
"Of course there aren't going to be any witnesses! We're in the middle of nowhere!" He shouts.
"I was transporting these weapons to the town ahead and the cartwheel broke." He points to the shattered cartwheel.
"Then someone attacked me. He got my horses and ran off, but since the cartwheel was broken, he had to break the reigns." Now pointing to the front of the cart where there lay a strap of leather.
"Hurry, we need to get these to the town before nightfall before we get attacked again!" saying nervously pointing down the road.
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2005 9:16 am
Reconna moved closer to the man " I can smell a lier a mile away! You are most defintly a lier!"
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Posted: Thu May 12, 2005 4:07 pm
[[ Current Time of Day : Late afternoon ]]
"Well..." He says, slumping on the ground, his red arm dangling. Suddenly, he swings his arm around, throwing dirt at Reconnas eyes. He scurries off at an unnatural speed down the road and off to the side.
Although the theif was long gone, you notice a small pile of weapons that lay where the rat-man dashed away from. Obviously dropped to help his escape.
*Congradulations, although you should make sure to choose your allies wisely, that was a good choice I'd say!* Ishmaels voice rings in your ears.
A few moments later, a four men on horseback comes down the road. Three seem to be dressed in matching armor. The fourth seems to be in more simple clothing.
"You there, stop! All of you!" One shouts as they approach.
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2005 3:47 am
((Everyone read the first post. I want you to understand what "Expulsion" is.))
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Posted: Fri May 13, 2005 9:21 am
"The little s**t" Reconna screemed. She started to frearcly rub the sand from her eyes but the more she rubbed the harder it stayed in. She blinked and saw nothing nothing at all. Her world was a black landsape. Reconna fell to her knees "no" she wispered "NO" this time louder more force full " I cant be......blind." she shook all over.
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Posted: Sat May 14, 2005 11:14 pm
Karra winced slightly as the girls shrieking echoed in her sensitive ears, "Stop it girl," She ordered harshly, rubbing her ears,"You are not blind, it is meerly sand. You make my ears ring," She then turned to look at the men on horseback.
Her eyes wandered to the one who had uttered the comand,"Speak quickly fool, I have no time for you." She was indeed a harsh being. She had no desire to make friends and it seemed she never would. This was obviously going to be a long day for the crew.
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