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Post by tjgalon on Dec 10, 2012 1:41:15 GMT -4
I hold the large paddle, as I look at the river. At least it not a rushing river, i think. I try to keep up with the archer stroke and speed, but it a bit hard, I almost have to go twice as fast. As My breath is very light, I see the pole I tied it up to before, Closing in, but still a bit of distance away.
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Post by observer on Dec 10, 2012 16:59:01 GMT -4
You felt a tap on your shoulder and looked back to see the old woman. "Why don't you let me finish with that? You can get the rope ready little one." She said with a gentle smile.
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Post by tjgalon on Dec 10, 2012 17:43:24 GMT -4
I sigh, at the small comment again, I just hand the paddle to her, as I gather the rope up. When we reach the pole, I jump into the water, and make my way over, like the last time, I manage to pull the boat by pulling the rope around the pole, and tieing it off, as I try to catch my breath.
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Post by observer on Dec 10, 2012 17:56:41 GMT -4
"You have a strong heart." The old woman said, patting your head as she stepped off the raft. "Now, what happened to the door?" She asked, heading through the bushes toward where the door was.
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Post by tjgalon on Dec 10, 2012 17:59:51 GMT -4
I was a little shock at that comment, and it made me feel a little better. As we made are way to the door, she noticed the dragon body still laying there, and see the door, and the archer explain it very quickly, in her own language, even if to me, she understand my language just as well.
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Post by observer on Dec 11, 2012 6:25:16 GMT -4
The old woman said something you didn't understand, but you got the feeling it was a cuss word in her language. "Such shoddy work. The Prosperio's used to have stronger doors than this." She said, reaching into a satchel on her hip.
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Post by tjgalon on Dec 11, 2012 11:14:52 GMT -4
I was a little shock hearing Prosperio name used like that. I know I never would, I be to scared. She searches her satchel for something, as I have to sit, trying to catch my breath, and slightly dry off.
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Post by observer on Dec 12, 2012 5:21:14 GMT -4
She grumbles to herself as she searches her satchel before finding what she was looking for. She pulled out a small vial with some glowing silvery dust in it. "Hmmm, not much left. Hopefully it's enough." She said, emptying the vials contents into her hand. She held it up near her mouth and blew the dust toward the door.
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Post by tjgalon on Dec 12, 2012 10:08:01 GMT -4
I watch the door and the old lady, unsure what happen. Suddenly I hear what sounds like splintering wood. Almost as if the door is being broken, as I watch, it looks like it becoming whole again. "What did you do?" I ask not realizing I ask.
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Post by observer on Dec 12, 2012 15:21:11 GMT -4
"Used the last of my rejuvenation dust." The old woman said, looking over her shoulder at you. "It can repair any damaged object, but is very hard to make." She said as the archer walked over and opened the door. There sat the little red wagon with the statue girl and Carmen still stuck in the jar. "What happened to you? I was getting worried you were dead." Carmen said before distant footsteps on loose wood could be heard.
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Post by tjgalon on Dec 12, 2012 15:41:46 GMT -4
I stood up and walk over, but as I got close, I heard something. I stuck my head into the door to look to see what it was, noticing at least the other two where still there.
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Post by observer on Dec 13, 2012 1:15:36 GMT -4
Carmen swore under her breath as she looked around. "Quick! Pull us in. I think he's coming back again." She said in a hushed tone. The archer readied one of her arrows as you stepped into the hallway.
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Post by tjgalon on Dec 13, 2012 2:17:28 GMT -4
I look down the hall, it dark, and I can't see. I tug on the wagon, but the statue girl weight and my new injury made this feel much more heavier then it needs to be, but with a few huffs, I manage to get it to roll through the door, where I let a bit of a squaked pain, as it felt like I pulled something.
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Post by observer on Dec 13, 2012 16:26:06 GMT -4
The archer closed the door quietly as the old woman knelt down next to you. "Let me see your arm." She said, looking a tad upset that you may have hurt yourself.
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Post by tjgalon on Dec 13, 2012 18:02:02 GMT -4
Carmen looks around confused as she still stuck, where I left her, as the old lady gives me a check. She muttering something in that language which I swear is a curse word by how they sound like they sting. As she touches points on my arm, i left out a bit of a sharp breath.
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