by raptor titanus3 » Wed Feb 02, 2011 12:15 am
Though it seemed like the free speaking wildman would comply the soldier that was about to herd him with the others was about to die. "RRRRRAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!" shouted the wildman as he stabbed the soldier to death with the dagger made of a sharpened femur before shouting in the words of his fellow outcasts. "WE ARE PRISINORS BEING LED TO OUR DEATH, MOUNTED ON CROSSES OR BURNED ALIVE AT THE STAKE BEFORE THEIR PEOPLE, FLEE!" On this wild sputtering and snarls the other wildmen quickly became hostile and reached for hidden weapons or those of their enemy. Most sucseeded in bringing down another man though in the confusion it was hard to tell. The Former Germainian fled in the chaos back to the wild and a few kinsmen that had escaped followed, though most were either killed or beaten down by the soldiers. Meanwhile Lokar had reached the outskirts of the true north, marked by Southern peoples warning signs and Northmen warnings alike the Northmen were a warlike people but they raided others simply they could not always sustain themselves and distrusted sourthern people, they rather be left alone.
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raptor titanus3 on Wed Feb 02, 2011 12:16 am, edited 1 time in total.
"We all go about our daily lives, waiting for the next big thing, the next cool trend, even the smallest bits of info on anything happening, but what we're really waiting for... is for something interesting to happen to us, thats what draws us to the rich and famous... we want to be like them... I don't, I'm fine with who I am... and you should be too" - RT3