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VENTURES INTO THE REMOTE (RP)

"Ill be right back" Iver said. With the ship on the beach he decided to grab the last remaining slaver and go to the captain's cabin to get the maps.
 
"Battle awaits." Dimitri whispers, grabbing his hammer. He climbs down the netting, carefully not to jump down like Grimnir, and tries to secure the beachhead. He was hesitant to get close to the other boat, for he feared the slavers survived. "Tulkas give me strength." he prays.
 
The slaver grumbled but made no effort to resist. Fighting back was suicide. The man had to make himself useful otherwise...

Entering the gallery, Iver saw the bodies of the slavers and dead slaves had been left to rot inside. Blood pooled at Iver's feet. Before him was the staircase. The lower half was flooded and a body floated in the water, lifeless, some body parts missing. The upper half was untouched. It was obvious which led to the Captain's Quarters. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/assassiniv/74.png" name="assassiniv"]14628767[/user]

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"Aye, he's right, let's go fack 'em, c'mon Thoruk." Marco nudged the dwarf, brandishing his dagger before following after Dimitri, climbing the netting to the beach. With that more slaves followed, grasping their weapons and heading down to the beach.

Elodrin motioned to some of them, "Wait. We have to scout out the territory between them and us. We also," he glanced towards the injured, "have to patch up the wounded." To this Dean and a few others grunted in agreement. Sam, Lesier and another slave were among those requiring bandaging.

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Daugo coughs a little as he gets up, turning his head away from his victim a little to quickly, so that his neck hurts. Everything seems to have stopped. Could it mean...? He listens for a few seconds, then, hearing no apparent combat (or storm affairs, for that matter), he shambles around the room, gathering the maps and the bottle of Chardonnay. He wobbles towards the pile of clothes, searching for anything he might use.

The shark tooth dagger, he keeps to himself, tying it around his waist with a string from the spilled wardrobe.
 
The maps had been blotched and smeared with ink that had spilled across them, the bottle of Chardonnay, though, remained intact. In the clothes he finds many luxurious outfits and a hat of goose feathers but none of these could fit him....except a child's trousers and blue tunic which he found in a drawer at the bottom of the fallen wardrobe. It appeared to be his fit, although, a bit small. Still better than his impoverished dirty clothes. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/CluckmanTheDerp/74.png" name="CluckmanTheDerp"]13527980[/user]
 
"I'm going to scout. Who wants to join me?" Margoz yells as he would try to get off the boat carefully.
 
"Aye" Thoruk says before taking a break, "But lad, I know it's not the dwarven way" he says as he looks with a grim face into Marco's direction "but how bout we make an ambush? We're all a bit weakened after that "cruise", don't ya think the same?" Thoruk says as he grabbes a weapon and gets up."
 
Iver would walk in on Daugo trawling through a pile of clothes, a dead body in the corner of the room and a whole load of blood on his hobbit friend. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/assassiniv/74.png" name="assassiniv"]14628767[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/CluckmanTheDerp/74.png" name="CluckmanTheDerp"]13527980[/user]

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"Yeah, I'll come." Said Frieda, a female Gondorian slave, following after him. It appeared no one else wanted to help him. The group was divided between those with Dimitri, those with Elodrin and those in between. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Grissum1/74.png" name="Grissum1"]16191695[/user]

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Thoruk found himself holding an axe but not his, a much smaller one (similar to a fire ax). Marco and eight others had gathered around Dimitri on the beach awaiting an order. The Gondorian turned toward his friend and answered, "An ambush? Maybe. Yar right about us being weaker, but, I still want to fack these cunts after what they did ta us. Don't you?" Marco asked him.

A big slave nudged Dimitri, placing a large hand on his shoulder, "Names Radaa. I'm with ya. Now, how do we do this?" He motioned to the other slave ship.
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For a second, Daugo would have the appearance of some wild animal having been caught feasting on its prey. The image passes in an instant, however, and he walks towards the door, clearing his throat and saying "I was... just leaving. Is it safe outside?"
 
"Hey Radaa. Thoruk is right. We are weaker and we need to ensure we lose as few men as possible. A swift, brutal ambush would be the best choice. I think a two front offensive would be a good idea. I storm in from the treeline with some men, the rest storm the beach. We can 'fack' the cunts even better and make 'em shit their pants this way." Dimitri said. "Margoz, could you scout their position while we draw up a team and plans? I'd like to know how many skulls we have to spilt."
 
Sigeric stopped to catch his breath after helping with the supplies. He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his shoulder, and observed the crossbow bolt still protruding from his flesh. Strange how one could forget about such things in the heat of battle. Sigeric winced as he carefully removed the bolt, before wrapping the wound with a makeshift bandage made from one of the cloth tarps. He gazed down the beach, where men where climbing down from another wrecked ship. More blood would be shed this night. And it appeared that some among them were already preparing. He observed the group of men centered around Dimitri. "I would advise against any reckless assault," Sigeric called down to them. "Those slavers are better nourished and better equipped. We need to tend to our wounded and organize our men before rushing headfirst into a battle where they have the advantage. Those slavers are not aware that we have broken free of our captors. From this distance, they might think that we are their former comrades. We can use that to our advantage."
 
"Aye lad, I like that idea Dimitri" Thoruk says while starring at the axe in his hand with a disgusting look. "Those buggers will get their payback for what they did to us, doesn't matter in which team you put me lad, I'll break their heads anyways" he shouts as he swings his 'axe'. "Thats an axe? Disgusting toothpick tho..." he mumbles.
 
"Keep your voice down, you thick fool. They aren't far away." Dimitri says. He glances at Sigeric and says, "Aye, a good point. We'll get some R&R, then push them?"
 
"I'll go with ye," Cardiloc offered to Dimitri in a quiet voice from across the deck, surveying the beach before the ship in a short glance, he wanted to get off the boat and away from the Gondorians . "It'll be good to get some fresh air after being chained in this... tub for three months." The lad added quickly hiding his true intentions, though he clearly had no weapon.
 
"yes and no" Iver replayed. "There may be a monster on the ship and the other slavers might think that killing their friends is not for their taste. Anyways have u seen by any case maps?" [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/CluckmanTheDerp/74.png" name="CluckmanTheDerp"]13527980[/user]
 
"Other slavers? Damn," says Daugo, spitting to his side. "Yes, actually, I have them right here... But they had some ink spilt on them, it would seem, their contents are blurred out now. Had a quick glance at them earlier, but as you can see, I was... otherwise occupied."
He would make them believe it was self defense.
It was, though. Right? Sure, the man had been asleep, but the moment he woke, he would've killed Daugo.

Right?

"There's also some clothes here, if any of you folk need."
 
Iver ignored the dead captain. "search this room for anything that we might need, ill see waht i can do with the maps..." most tables equiped with ink had a bag of powder to dry ink in case that it was spilled, maybe Iver could find it and try to save parts of the maps.
 
"There are clothes and navigational tools," he replies wearily, "but I can rummage through the room again."

Which he does, with a bit of annoyance.
 
The room yielded no more resources than those stated. Iver's powder was no where to be found. It became apparent there was no need to remain here. The maps were mostly destroyed with the exception for a few parts that remained on the edges of them. Yet even these were not enough to indicate where they were. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/CluckmanTheDerp/74.png" name="CluckmanTheDerp"]13527980[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/assassiniv/74.png" name="assassiniv"]14628767[/user]
 
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