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| SURVIVE 4 — Land of Savages • [DAY 3 | Early Night | In the Squall] |
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| grunterdb1951:
--- Quote from: SWAT One on February 24, 2018, 11:23:00 PM ---Ikhannuk's eyes narrow. "Very well." Ikhannuk moves out of the way for Theric to walk ahead. --- End quote --- Nodding, Theric goes ahead as Ikhannuk intends to let him. He gauges the rest of the group now, looking between them all briefly before he begins to carry along with a little small talk with the others who'd bother to talk to him along the way. Just basic questions, like names and what they're good at. |
| SWAT One:
The men don't seem to want to answer questions, but seem rather focused on the task of trying to find the other group that set off ahead. They curtly give their names and their positions, Ikhannuk is a captain in the Akkemani military, and had been since he was 14. Luatu, more cheery, given the situation, says that he is a sergeant in the Akkemani military. Haardal, seeming very bashful all the sudden, simply says, "Haardal, sailor." |
| grunterdb1951:
--- Quote from: SWAT One on February 26, 2018, 05:58:43 PM ---The men don't seem to want to answer questions, but seem rather focused on the task of trying to find the other group that set off ahead. They curtly give their names and their positions, Ikhannuk is a captain in the Akkemani military, and had been since he was 14. Luatu, more cheery, given the situation, says that he is a sergeant in the Akkemani military. Haardal, seeming very bashful all the sudden, simply says, "Haardal, sailor." --- End quote --- Theric looks over at Ikhannuk, tilting his head to the side. "Young age for a captain. I take it you must've been as tall as those twice your age by then, though?" Snickering a little, he shrugs. "It's good to start young, though. More time to get better." Peering at Luatu, Theric asks, "How long have you been a sergeant for?" Tilting his head, Theric peers back at Haardal. "Sailor, huh?" he asks, probably rhetorically. Looking forward for a moment as they continue along, he speaks up after a second of thought. "I knew a sailor once. His name was Auda." Sniffling, there's a brief pause and then he adds, "Stabbed a Trusian centurion in the eye.". Looking back at Theric, he gives Haardal a lopsided grin, "Who knows. Maybe you'll do something like that too." Words of inspiration? It's either that or just teasing. Theric quickly goes over how he was one of the chosen swordsmen for the Vannateli. He was training to fight since he was ten, and was born just before they reached the eastern-most parts of Kaubern. This meant he's never properly settled down before. When he came of age at 16, he began to participate in the raids along the settlements of Eastern Kaubern. Taking their time as they migrated, it took them a good few years to get to the west. There, they attempted to besiege Konsantium- but they were thrown back after forced further west. Theric spares them all the majority of the tale, summing it up with that they made their way west, he got cut off- got on a boat to try and flee Trusian forces chasing them and ended up here. After speaking, Theric joins them in silence and trying to focus in on the group they're trying to track. |
| SWAT One:
"Hmmf." Ikhannuk seems only the slightest bit amused. Luatu thinks for a moment, staring at the tall pines overhead. "Probably... 4?.. 5 years?" "Tru-si-an?" I dunno what a Trusian is but that sounds pretty gnarly." he seems to trail off, not discernibly through disgust. The three men listen to Theric's story as they crest the hill and make it down to the other side, nodding and listening with interest. They reach the bottom to Vanati and Igrikam coming back to them from the west, waving respective sword and spear back. Ikhannuk's voive booms, "Hello! What find you?!" They eventually draw nearer. Vanati speaks, "More tracks. Another boat close, and one boat far, maybe one boat further beyond the Tefiriz Tree, and a corpse shortly within the forest from the nearest tree. His hands, the vomit from his mouth, and the bared Endani bushes suggests his fate." The group eyes the storm. "We need to go", Vanati says to the group, encouraging the group to come back up the hill to the other side. The clouds overhead are beginning to grow dark, flashes of lightning can be seen through thick sheets of rain far out at sea. |
| SWAT One:
A man's voice yelling is heard over the near-gale winds. It is hard again, closer, definitively within the forest to the North. A sailor runs out to Theric and the other men. "Galaskaar's call. We need to go. Now." |
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