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Re: Never Again (GuardianKnight)
Perception: Success.
As they travel on down the road, Lara increasing her pace somewhat, Luna gets the distinct impression that she is being watched, making her somewhat anxious. Though, when she looks around, she can't spot a thing, nor does she feel anything. They seemed to be making good progress, getting deeper into town, until suddenly, a burly man with a thick beard steps onto the road in front of them, twenty feet ahead, and turns toward them, smiling wickedly. Lara stops as soon as she sees him, her eyes narrowing.
He dwarfs both women is height and muscle, and has a rifle held loosely against his should, his hand clenched on the trigger, as well as a large knife on his belt. He is dressed in thick dark leather armor with a light chainmail shirt over his torso. There is a thick chain attached to a set of manacles tied around his chest. His hair and beard are both dark brown, and his grin reveals that a good number of his teeth are missing.
The man stands relaxed, and shouts; "Afternoon ladies! Might I inquire as to why a pair of fine young women such as yourselves are about such a dangerous place?" His voice is loud and baritone, his manner of speaking surprisingly intelligent based on his appearance.
Lara, standing still as a statue on her heals, replies; "It is no business of yours, good sir, though we surely thank you for your concern. We are more than capable of seeing after ourselves, I assure you. If that is all, we will be off now." Luna notices that Lara seems very uncomfortable again. The man seems to notice as well, and his foul grin widens. "Ahhh, but it's so dangerous out here. My sense of honor wouldn't allow me to let you go on on your own. Please, allow my friends and I to take you back to our camp. You'll be very safe there, I assure you. And we'll all surely appreciate your... Company." With the last bit the man gives a short, harsh laugh.
Suddenly, it clicks in Lunas mind what these people are: Slavers.
Lunas Status: HP = 48, P = 32, EP = 32
Perception: Success.
As they travel on down the road, Lara increasing her pace somewhat, Luna gets the distinct impression that she is being watched, making her somewhat anxious. Though, when she looks around, she can't spot a thing, nor does she feel anything. They seemed to be making good progress, getting deeper into town, until suddenly, a burly man with a thick beard steps onto the road in front of them, twenty feet ahead, and turns toward them, smiling wickedly. Lara stops as soon as she sees him, her eyes narrowing.
He dwarfs both women is height and muscle, and has a rifle held loosely against his should, his hand clenched on the trigger, as well as a large knife on his belt. He is dressed in thick dark leather armor with a light chainmail shirt over his torso. There is a thick chain attached to a set of manacles tied around his chest. His hair and beard are both dark brown, and his grin reveals that a good number of his teeth are missing.
The man stands relaxed, and shouts; "Afternoon ladies! Might I inquire as to why a pair of fine young women such as yourselves are about such a dangerous place?" His voice is loud and baritone, his manner of speaking surprisingly intelligent based on his appearance.
Lara, standing still as a statue on her heals, replies; "It is no business of yours, good sir, though we surely thank you for your concern. We are more than capable of seeing after ourselves, I assure you. If that is all, we will be off now." Luna notices that Lara seems very uncomfortable again. The man seems to notice as well, and his foul grin widens. "Ahhh, but it's so dangerous out here. My sense of honor wouldn't allow me to let you go on on your own. Please, allow my friends and I to take you back to our camp. You'll be very safe there, I assure you. And we'll all surely appreciate your... Company." With the last bit the man gives a short, harsh laugh.
Suddenly, it clicks in Lunas mind what these people are: Slavers.