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Post by Entarion on Nov 5, 2004 13:35:19 GMT -5
The man frowns.
"The White Woods aren't neutral. Disarm, boy. Now."
Several arrows are pointed at Aman.
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Post by Satorius on Nov 5, 2004 13:37:53 GMT -5
The man frowns. "The White Woods aren't neutral. Disarm, boy. Now." Several arrows are pointed at Aman. No, they are not, but he came with me. Which means he has no hostile intent and is very neutral at this point. He will disarm, but I request you put down your bows. *He smiles pleasantly as he speaks, his tone just as pleasant and not by any means surprised by the reaction.* |
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Post by Aman Kaliant on Nov 5, 2004 13:40:39 GMT -5
He swallows at the bows, and undoes the belt keeping the scabbard at his side. He puts sword and scabbard down on the ground, carefully.
[Sindar]My father gave me that.
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Post by Entarion on Nov 5, 2004 13:48:19 GMT -5
The bows are lowered when Aman puts his sword down. One of the soldiers closes and opens his hands, and both the daggers and the sword come flying towards them, hilt-first. The first soldier nods and the circle parts.
"We'll take you to camp."
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Post by Satorius on Nov 5, 2004 13:52:22 GMT -5
*Satorius nods.*
Lead on.
*He speaks as he follows.*
Also, his blade is important to him, too. I would like to see that given back to him after this as well.
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Post by Aman Kaliant on Nov 5, 2004 13:54:21 GMT -5
Thrusting his hands into his pockets he follows, nodding at Satorius' words.
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Post by Entarion on Nov 5, 2004 14:05:31 GMT -5
The soldier gives him a blank glance.
"I'll see what I can do."
He does seem to mean that though.
The soldiers lead them towards a glade, a naturally lower terrain where a small army camp is set up. They are silent all the time, and it takes about three hours all in all. When they get there, the soldier they first encountered runs off and returns five minutes later with a woman in the same armour, wearing her helmet shut. She wears a long black cloak and two swords at her side, and her armour bears a mark of rank.
Satorius Trevain?
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Post by Aman Kaliant on Nov 5, 2004 14:16:03 GMT -5
Maybe he should have stayed home... He's tired from the walk, but arriving at the campsite does much to make his curiosity perk up again, and he looks around. He's never seen so many humans in one place, he's never seen many humans ever. Interesting.
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Post by Entarion on Nov 5, 2004 14:25:06 GMT -5
A few other soldiers walk up, not so heavily armoured, though most of them are still armed. They give the two men curious looks. One woman, around thirty with short red hair and big brown eyes, gives Aman a sympathetic glance, and she almost takes a step towards him, when she remembers and stops herself just in time, looking uncertainly at the woman with the cloak.
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Post by Aman Kaliant on Nov 5, 2004 14:26:49 GMT -5
He grins a bit. So not all humans are the bloodsucking monsters the stories make them out to be.
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Post by Satorius on Nov 5, 2004 14:30:45 GMT -5
*Satorius nods.*
Yes. You are?
*He takes in the thoughts of the area as he speaks, getting a general feel of things. He would frown at the woman with the black cloak if it wouldn't have likely hurt any impression made.*
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Post by Entarion on Nov 5, 2004 14:33:40 GMT -5
Come with me.
She turns and walks towards one of the tents. The woman with the red hair makes a helpless gesture and black cloak shrugs. So the redhead waits until black cloak has gone, then she walks over to Aman and makes a small sort of bow.
"Would you like something to eat?"
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Post by Satorius on Nov 5, 2004 14:36:34 GMT -5
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Post by Aman Kaliant on Nov 5, 2004 14:41:52 GMT -5
He watches Satorius walk off with the woman in the black cloak, and suddenly feels alone. He smiles at the woman with the red hair. She seems friendly enough.
Yes, please.
[ooc: he's talking in Common unless otherwise noted.]
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Post by Entarion on Nov 5, 2004 14:46:05 GMT -5
The woman in the black cloak walks to her tent, enters, and sits down on a thin rug. She obviously expects Satorius to do the same. The interior of the place is highly Spartan.
Alright, start talking.
The redhead woman smiles warmly and gestures to the soldier who first spoke to Satorius and Aman.
"Tiren, join us?"
He nods and walks closer.
"What's your name, child?"
She starts leading him to the centre of camp, where there is a huge fire with several things getting roasted.
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