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Post by erwinfoxjj on Nov 14, 2012 1:32:32 GMT -5
He sees one of the Ror lying dead in a pool of his own blood, the other two have turned their backs to the water and began firing their crossbows towards the gunfire. Puffs of smoke and fire come from many pale men, all wearing red uniforms.
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Post by Half-Blood on Nov 14, 2012 1:34:33 GMT -5
Molavard quickly gets out of the water, grabs the plant and jumps back in the water again hoping he wasn't seen
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Post by erwinfoxjj on Nov 14, 2012 1:36:53 GMT -5
The gunfire ends shortly after he gets back in the water with leaves in hand. He can see five men leading large four legged beasts, horses is what the priest called them, towards the water. They are unarmed and do not seem threatening. They wear red jackets and have strange helmets that shade their eyes. He can not make out any of the speech he hears from the surface.
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Post by Half-Blood on Nov 14, 2012 1:38:59 GMT -5
Avoiding confrontation for the time being Molavard dives to the river bed and swims back towards his village to report in at what has transpired
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Post by erwinfoxjj on Nov 14, 2012 1:42:29 GMT -5
After many hours of swimming agains the current Molavard reaches the village. He is cheered by his tribesmen and makes his way to the chiefs house, leaves in hand. He enters the room where the chief still sits, looking over the stone table. He listens to the news of the Ror and pale men and is unnerved himself by this.
"Ror, this far east, it is odd to say the least. And you know not where these pale men came from?" The chief asks redundantly. "We shall make preparations for war and peace. You have our many thanks First One."
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Post by Half-Blood on Nov 14, 2012 1:46:45 GMT -5
Molavard bows and leaves the long house, Angered at the fact that he was unable to kill the Rors he punches a tree in fury, breaking the trunk in half and watches it fall into the river
The rest of the tribe decided to leave him alone for a while
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Post by erwinfoxjj on Nov 14, 2012 1:54:27 GMT -5
The next day a watchman runs into the village and barges into the chiefs house. Panting and catching his breath on the hot humid day is tough for him after standing post so far from the softer air of the river. He reports to the chief that 30 pale men are riding straight for the village. Molavard sits with him this room and the chief looks to him.
"You are the First, and I am unfit for this ruling much longer. This is now your test to be chief. Face these pale riders, and use what you have learned to keep the village safe. Fire begits fire, but if fire comes to you, engulf it like the molten iron of a forge."
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Post by Half-Blood on Nov 14, 2012 1:58:38 GMT -5
Molavard nods and stands up and leaves the long house, he dons the Scale Armour and puts all his weapons on and walks out to meet them alone
Hoping to negotiate with them, he sees them coming and stands directly in their path hands extended out to either side without weapons to show he does not mean to start a fight but nor will he let them pass
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Post by erwinfoxjj on Nov 14, 2012 2:04:11 GMT -5
The mounted men halt their horse thirty feet from him. They all wear pith helmets with red uniform tunics and light grey trousers. They each have a revolver in a holster on them and a rifle in a sheath attached to the saddle of their horses. One man with a large red moustache rides his horse towards Molavard. The dust settles before either man speaks. Following Nautaton tradition the leader of the pale men extends his hands outwards showing he is unarmed. With formalities out of the way he begins.
"Greetings from the Queen." Says the man in a thick Irish.
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Post by Half-Blood on Nov 14, 2012 2:09:12 GMT -5
Molavard bows politely and repeats in disgruntled growl "Greetings" he then bends down and pulls up some thick vegetation and feeds it to the horse, which the horse seems to really enjoy
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Post by erwinfoxjj on Nov 14, 2012 2:13:30 GMT -5
"We have our selves wee issue ya see." The rider begins, "We are looking for two of those red skinned bastards, they seemed to have gotten away from us. I don't suppose that you have seen them or know where they are going do you? They happened to have made off with a small cache of weapons they robbed from us, and you see, we don't take right kindly of that in the Queens First Mounted Expeditionary Regiment."
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Post by Half-Blood on Nov 14, 2012 2:19:02 GMT -5
Using what he had learnt from the Priests Molavard replied as best he could "Follow" he said in a very deep growl as he ran passed them into into the forest to where he had an idea they would be
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Post by erwinfoxjj on Nov 14, 2012 2:21:08 GMT -5
The riders followed on their horses up to the forest. They halted at the forest edge cautiously with pistols and rifles readied.
"You wouldn't happen to be leading us to a trap would you? We never encountered a Martian so willing to help us."
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Post by Half-Blood on Nov 14, 2012 2:26:03 GMT -5
Molavard picked up a rock near by about the size of the Captain's and crushed it with one hand to show how easy it would have been to kill him earlier if he'd wanted to.
He then threw what was left of the rock into the river and carried on into the forest
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Post by erwinfoxjj on Nov 14, 2012 2:27:52 GMT -5
The men shrugged and dismounted, unsure what the martian was implying. Several men stayed with the horses while about fourty of the men followed the Captain who in turn followed the Martian.
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