Session One: Meeting in the Westermarck
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I find myself in the middle of a fort with many eyes staring at me from every angle. I figure perhaps it is my looks for I have done nothing but stand in the yard since I got here. I do realize I am like no other here and I am a far way from my home in the Southern Isles. I stand 7ft tall and am about 290lbs, long curly black hair and dark brown eyes I believe what they see so strange is that I am the largest women they have ever seen as well as the darkest colored. * I grin*. Through the day 4 other humans joined me in the center of the fort that I did not know. One of the strangely armored men was greeted by what I believe to be the clan leader of the fort. I understand only the funny armored one, and can only go by motions and faces on the others. One is a stout man of some nobility I believe for he stands tall, wears much armor, and has an air of arrogance. Another is a small man or perhaps a boy for he is quick and witty and jumps around singing and eating all the time. I like him, he reminds me of the smallest children who are a bit slow in my clan, and they are quick to make me smile. He also seems quite sly and shifty, he may come in handy. The third is a light skinned barbarian who wears very little, He seems a fine fellow to me so far, and anyone who wears so little armor must be strong of body and spirit. And the 4th is another woman. Strong and bold, a soldier for she is dressed like the men of the fort only with curves in her armor in all the rite places. The little one keeps staring at her as if wishing her to dance seductively. An interesting lot are we. The well armored one has explained the best he can to me that we are to arm our selves and prepare to lead ourselves on a mission. We, I think are to scout an unknown land across the river, watching out for large fierce things (the little one made hand gestures of perhaps a dog, large animal, or maybe he was just saying he was hungry again), and to bring word back to the man of the fort here who gave us our orders. We have been given food, armor, and good wishes. We shall rest and leave by morn. Drum bum bum drum bum bum. We awoke early to drums in the distance, and gathered in the middle of the fort. We figured to leave before light broke. The well armored one it sounded like is searching also for something else dear to him, perhaps a friend or clan member. We forged across the river in canoes and just as we got across a body was seen on the river bank floating caught on branches. It was someone I thought they might know by the solemn looks on 2 of their faces. The decision was made to forge on. The soldiers who accompanied us across river retreated back the way they came leaving us to our own devices. A group decision was made to head up river it seemed. (uhhg the little one never stops jumping and flitting about talking strangely sometimes humming and always rubbing his belly looking as though he might starve although we just ate). We had been moving up river for quite some time. The large light skinned barbarian and I scouted the ground for signs of inhabitants. He found foot prints and soon more. But we lost them in the muddy banks. Yet again the little one stops to, it looks like fish. The forest is very dense about us and one can not see to far. The well armored on starts suddenly. Pointing to the forest edge, he saw something or heard it anyway. The light skinned barbarian took a closer look. It seemed that he heard something thrashing in the bush a ways in the forest. He and I were voted to take a closer look since we could both track (although my abilities were not so keen today). The little one ran up with much zest to follow us and for a sneaking sly little fellow he was much to noisy so we made him stay behind and eat. It was alas something but we knew not what (how frustrating, human or animal we couldn’t see thru the vegetation). The from behind me an arrow whizzes by heading god knows where. Soon most of the group is near by with their weapons drawn. The archers are doing there best but they seem not to penetrate the forest or whatever they are aiming at. The light skinned barbarian ran in bravely whacking down the brush as he went heading straight for the noise. Another arrow whisked by and must have hit its target for it stated to thrash about more. Then suddenly we came to where a small area was cleared by the things movement, at the same time we heard a war cry. The light skinned one was up turned by the largest gapped toothed lizard I have ever layed my eyes on. It had him in his jaw and was not letting go. I got a small jab of at the beast and left a small wound. Then the small one came hurdling thru the air like a banshee and landed atop the beast driving his dagger in hard a fast the sneaky little fool. It still was not enough. The light skinned one made one more attempt to lose the beasts grip. He managed to wrestle the thing over on his back while still in its jaws. An amazing feat really. That gave the well armored one a chance to heave a heavy blow into its head and thru its jaws barely missing the mans legs. The beast was dead and we rejoiced with a sigh. Who could have imagined a lizard could be so fierce! The little one looked at the beast as if he had plans for it somehow. The female soldier looked upon the barbarian wanting to tend his wounds. The well armored one gave her something from his pack and she used it in a strange way on the barbarian. I took a quick look and was glad it was not me under her hands. (It was going to leave a horrible scar…if it healed at all. I prayed to my god for him as well as the others I believe but it seemed to have done no good at all. In fact I think it pissed them off that we were wasting there time on such a thing for alas the drums have begun again…….drum bum bum drum bum bum…….. |