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Post by Rocky on Nov 3, 2008 17:19:34 GMT -5
Two pools of amber stared through bushes at an innocent beast. A mouse, to be exact, was tied up and her mouth was gagged. The amber eyes turned sharply at the sound of cracking leaves and twigs. A horde of vermin, numbering about 20-25 strode out of almost nowhere, closing in on the mouse. The leader, or supposedly the leader, a male fox walked close to the poor beast and pulled out his sword, a vicious looking sickle-blade. Thunder crack harmlessly over head, as rain began to pelt everything. A finger traced the black fletching of an arrow as the amber eyes took in the scene. The beast flipped his hood up and stood from where he was, pulled out his bow, and fired. The black fletched arrow whizzed harmlessly over the leader's head and took a ferret through throat. The archer charged out from where he was hiding and pushed through the crowd of vermin, and picked up the mouse, and with one slice of his knife, the bonds were cut. The archer pushed the mouse away so she could get a head-start at escaping. The mysterious beast turned to face the vermin, pulling down his hood and said, "I am Zephyr Bladerunner. You are criminals." He thingyed his head to look at the leader. "Criminals must die." Blade pulled out another arrow, and put it on his bowstring and fired, this arrow taking another horde beast through the chest. The leader, being a coward, ran away. Blade shot off one more arrow at a horde beast then charged through them, ignoring the several scratches and cuts he recieved. He pulled his bow taut with another arrow, turned at the horde, and fired. Ignoring the cry of pain, he turned to give chase to the leader.
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Post by Skipper on Nov 3, 2008 18:03:29 GMT -5
"I'm telling you, they totally bought that. I can actually pull it off."
"No, they were desperate. They don't really believe in that stuff."
"Well, yeah they were desperate, but I know that look -- they were convinced that I was a seer."
"Just because you matched the fake blood on the wall and in the wine with the plants in the garden and noticed three dusted books in the middle of a bunch of dusty ones and deciphered a coded scroll that showed the secret escape routes and making it look like the 'spirit' had killed the gardener who was really the one 'haunting' the house, all without telling anybeast doesn't mean that they thought you were a seer."
"That all sounds rather convincing to me."
"Hm, you're right, but you can't have everybeast thinking you a seer."
"Better a seer than half-mad."
Rivertinn McHedj, commonly known as the half-mad squirrel, was innocently strolling through Mossflower. Since his last journal entry, he hadn't stopped talking, and talking back to himself -- the very idea amused the storyteller greatly. He now worked on his next entry, for he had recently had quite an adventure at Noonvale with a murderous gardener, a family of hedgehogs, and a very wealthy germophobic mole. The hedgehogs had thought him a seer after he discerned by their appearance that the husband worked as a cellarkeeper while the wife watched over two dibbuns. He had decided to play along with the charade, but regretted the decision upon being taken to the house of a mysophobic mole who thought he was being haunted by a spirit. It wasn't until Rivertinn discovered that it was the gardener who had been "haunting" the home, and the rumors of Rivertinn being half-mad reached Noonvale that Rivertinn finally was able to leave. Fortunately, the gardener had run off when Rivertinn threatened him (a result of the rumors), and everybeast thought that the spirit had chased the gardener away. Upon giving up the hope of escaping his reputation, Rivertinn departed to the South, intending to reach the legendary Redwall Abbey, a place that accepted any goodbeast, or so he had heard -- it was worth a visit, he thought.
And now, while rolling around in his head the idea of pretending to be a seer, he found himself in the path of an apparently fleeing fox, though from what, or whom, the fox fled from was unclear. He wondered how it was that he had not noticed the fox hitherto. Regardless, Rivertinn had little time to ponder the question, as the creature ran headlong into the squirrel. Instinctively pushing the fox from him, he scrambled up and turned to see yet another fox -- this one an archer -- making his way toward that fox that had collided with Rivertinn. Behind him, Rivertinn saw, was a good number of vermin, all confused, and blatantly yelling at the archer fox. In an attempt to escape the mass confusion heading his way, Rivertinn darted up the trunk of the closest tree.
This was certainly something to write about.
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Post by dirgecallers on Nov 3, 2008 18:16:42 GMT -5
ooc: maybe lentle or vajan can complicate things a bit here? I dunno but ill try
since the forest board is pretty much dead, maybe lentle will come here tommorow.
Or maybe vajjan.
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Post by Rocky on Nov 4, 2008 16:34:19 GMT -5
Things happened in a blur. There was a squirrel, then Zephyr crashed to the ground hard, dazed, confused at what happened. He stood up slowly, trying to get everything unblurry. And when he did? Well, the vermin tackled him to the ground and started beating him. He called out for help, "Squirrely! Help!" He shouted.
((Sorry, not my best. In kind of a hurry.))
And yea, you can join with either you want! Lentle or Jajjan would be fine, but just dont kill the fleeing fox. Hes my NPC.
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Post by dirgecallers on Nov 4, 2008 19:04:47 GMT -5
With a new dawn comes a new day. With new days come new oppurtunities. This day was no exception. Lentle knew that a vermin band couldnt be forced to do something that they didn't want to do. Indeed, after questioning the rat, none of the gang expressed any desire to make any more headway further east. The monster had fled that way, so it took no second bidding to convince the gang to hightail it into the opposite direction.
Lentle was as scared as the rest of them, but but he knew that if the band scattered aimlessey, they would be more vulnerable to attack. With this in mind,he had the two stongest band members, (a stoat and a ferret) take up the rear. Three bowbeasts were up near the front. the rest of the vermin gaurded the flanks whilst Lentle stayed in the center, holding Weghul on a a rope halter(with weghul gagged).
"Careful now" Lentle said after a short period of travel. " If you look only too the front of you when you flee, you're apt to miss things. A grand example would be right now." He watched, bemused, as the vermin around him turned too look at him with expressons of bafflement(not having seen anything.) "Stop right now" Said Lentle , "Back, there, I dont know far back, I caught the flash of what appeared to be a score of beasts, all armed.
"Wait a sec boss" interrupted one of the gangs's rats,"If'n they be's all h'armed why'd we be interested? We be's less than a score by a' leas' 'alf dat" Lentle waited for him to finish before answering. "A fox,alone armed with only a bow, managed to disorient that gang. Maybe if we could take them by suprise we might have the upper hand" (He didnt tell them about the mouse he had seen at the scene)
Having convinced his gang to go back to the other gang he reminded them of an important thing. Rememer, We only need to kill the bandleader, maybe we can convince them to join up with us, or we can join up with them." Having reached the place, Lentle montioned his gang to be quiet as he sent his stealthiest follower-a stoat, ahead. Maybe this stoat wouldnt be a total numbskull and expose himself to the other vermin band before he could tell Lentle the exact situation. For now, all he could do was wait.
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Post by Skipper on Nov 6, 2008 17:34:59 GMT -5
((Although Rivertinn had actually collided with the fox whom Blade was chasing, I assume you thought that I wrote that Rivertinn had collided with Blade, which works all the same, but if I'm wrong, correct me.  )
Fortune is a rather predictably unpredictable force, and, such as most predictably unpredictable forces, it chose not to smile, but to laugh upon the group of creatures gathered there in Mossflower Wood. One in particular, Rivertinn, knew this, and thought it a nuisance. Rivertinn was the kind of beast whose feelings toward the creatures commonly known as vermin were that of apathy, and it was because of this apathy that he now considered the situation in an unbiased manner, unlike many who would scamper off when placed in such a situation as his. The fox below was being overwhelmed by other vermin, and Rivertinn's innate sense of morality prohibited him from leaving the poor beast alone, despite the very likely possibility that the fox had brought such a circumstance upon himself. Rivertinn was too soft sometimes, and so he thought. As he climbed down from his perch on the high branch to another lower one, he found that his thoughts toward fortune would not be disappointed, for as he leaped from the lowest branch to aid the fox, a stoat who had apparently been approaching stealthily and clearly not seen the squirrel before this moment, managed to place himself in the worst possible position -- directly under Rivertinn. He crashed to the ground with the stoat, and stood to find himself before twenty-three confused vermin. Immediately, he launched himself at the three nearest the fox into whom Rivertinn had collided. No sense in not making it an even score.
((If that confused anyone: Rivertinn climbed down the tree to the lowest branch, and jumped to the ground from there, only to crash into the stoat that Dirge had mentioned in his post. He is now attacking the three vermin closest to Blade, even though he couldn't possibly fight off twenty-three vermin. I'll allow a bit of G-modding here if you ("you" meaning "Rocky") want to knock Rivertinn unconscious, and make him your captive or what have you, as long as you don't inflict any serious damage [i.e. nothing much more than unconsciousness]. But keep in mind, he's an acrobat, and also a skilled one at that  . Oh, and Dirge, *smite*. [There's a Karma War, and you are on Wren's side, making you an enemy of the Empire of Felt.] ;D)) |
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Post by dirgecallers on Nov 6, 2008 20:19:19 GMT -5
ooc: So what happens here, do we just rp wothout rocky? Because I think we should try to continue from here *smites* anyways youll probably see me rp tonite or later tommoroer bc of tiem constraints
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Post by Rocky on Nov 15, 2008 14:46:20 GMT -5
Zephyr turned, facing Rivertinn. Unarmed squirrel VS. 3... Not good chances there. "Never mind." Zephyr muttered as he saw one beast go down from the squirrel. Zephyr knocked enough beasts off of him to chase after his brother. He shot an arrow at the stoat, whom was probably a tracker (Lentle's tracker. ) then, seeing his brother gone, unsheathed his blade, and jumped to fight with Rivertinn. It wasn't long before Zephyr used a rat as a sheath for his sword as he ran him through, then, seeing the group of vermin charging for them, turned, and pushed Rivertinn into the woods, "Go, squirrely. We're outnumbered, we'll be killed!" The direction that Zephyr had taken actually led him smack into an ermine (Lentle). "Oi! You're not one of the juska... Who are you. Speak before I use you as a sheath for my blade." ~~~ OOC: Not my best. Sorry. Skip *Exalt*... Dirge... *Exalt* Even though you a enemy, I exalt thou!  |
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Post by dirgecallers on Nov 15, 2008 16:51:33 GMT -5
Lentle Gritted his teeth as his sentry was slain. This was a bad situation and only getting worse. Who'd have known that the fox had had an accomplice with which to distract the vermin band? This was a serious blow to his designs...maybe it was'nt safe here. After all, the vermin appeared cowardly enough that they did not stay to fight the squirrel and the fox who were currently inflicting venegaeance on them. Those cowards! They could run straight into his band! But wait....the Fox turned his back on the vermin for a vital second, and the vermin were actually attempting to get him unawares.
Lentle than realized in a flash, that in order to get away from the vermin mob, the small group was running toward his gang. Lentle motioned his group to be silent, stuffing Weghul under a bush as he did so. Just then, after his gang was quieted down, he was violently knocked to the ground by a fox (zephyr).The fox however, regained his bearings before Lentle did, and held the point of his sword at Lentles thoat. He knew from experience that it would invite instant death for him to yell for the help of his gang or grab his quarterstaff(on the floor next to him). So he listened patiently to the foxes request concerning his orgin. "No juska am I,nor even a member of that gang that is chasing you at this very instant" He paused for effect, "My name is Lentle Dirge, and I hail from the lands of snow and ice beyond the great sea. I previously had an understanding that common sense and decency indicate that one does not fire an arrow at a half dead sentry (reffering to when the squirrel fell on the stoat) when it can clearly evince no danger. But that is rather moot now,as we have a screaming mob of vermin on our tails, and you have a delimma. If you waste time killing me on the mere basis of a presumed character judgement, then there is a 15% chance the vermin will catch up to you and kill you both. On the other hand, if WE( here lentle waves at neaby bushes) can be so kind as to work together, mayhap there is a sixty percent chance, that the vermin, upon seeing reinforcements, might turn tail?"
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ooc:done...*gasps for breath*
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Post by Skipper on Nov 15, 2008 20:32:42 GMT -5
Rivertinn had taken out one of the vermin when he was shoved away by the fox, who had apparently joined him moments ago. How did he not notice...? Nevermind.
He glanced back for less than a split second, for he hadn't time enough to glance back any longer, and saw that he hadn't completely done away with the third of the three beasts he had attacked. He would need to return later...
"Go, squirrely. We're outnumbered, we'll be killed!" had said the fox.
The squirrely was about to reply, but decided against it, and instead began sprinting from the score of vermin...plus one. Then the fox, at full speed, collided with yet another beast. Bringing himself to a halt five meters beyond the collision, Rivertinn backed up at a walking pace until he was even with the fox and the fallen ermine. By this time, the fox was on his footpaws again, threatening the ermine with a rather sharp blade -- as most blades are sharp. Upon reaching the end of the ermine's long speech-cum-explanation, Rivertinn interjected.
"Wait, wait. Squirrely would like to say something. First of all, you're wrong. It's about a 12 and a half percent chance if we run now, and a 48 percent chance if we let you help us. The numbers are going down as we wait. Makes your entire speech redundant. Secondly, I like the idea of running away, as I am rather good at it, being, as I am, a squirrel." His tone was surprisingly yet irritatingly calm, and he spoke clearly and deliberately; enough to infuriate anybeast in a situation like this. "Also," he said, pointing at the ermine, adding an unnecessary pause, "you talk too much."
At this point, he simply stood there, his expression apathetic, as though there was no danger to be found. Rivertinn had placed himself in worse situations several times before. He could run outrun a score of vermin before they came too close, and he knew it. This was all nothing more than a game to him, and he was enjoying every minute of it.
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Post by Rocky on Nov 17, 2008 21:23:34 GMT -5
"Forget numbers, my friend." Zephyr somewhat snapped at Rivertinn. "'Sides, I dont think hes interested." Zephyr winked. Then, as if noticing Lentles horde for the first time, Zephyr cursed. They were outnumbered again. "Not good." Zephyr mumbled. Without allowing reaction from Rivertinn, Zephr sheathed his blade, grabbed Rivertinns arm, and sprinted off again. "I have a hideout nearby. Lets go."
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Post by Skipper on Nov 17, 2008 21:51:40 GMT -5
Rivertinn was about to reply, when, yet again, Zephyr pulled him away, and began running.
"I have a hideout nearby. Lets go."
"That's rather convenient," Rivertinn almost said. What were the chances that this fox had a hideout nearby? Then again, whatever the fox had done to anger the vermin was likely planned, and the hideout was probably a precaution to his plan. Whatever the case, Rivertinn didn't like being dragged around.
Upon managing to free himself from Zephyr's paw, he remarked, "Ya know, I c'n run meself." He glanced back quickly to see if the vermin were still close behind, and if the ermine had chosen to follow them as well.
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Post by dirgecallers on Nov 17, 2008 22:33:26 GMT -5
Lentle thought things over throughly. Clearly the fox and the squirrel had chosen not to trust him. No matter, as he could find other opportunities to increase his horde. No, he would find a way out. Didnt he always?
But now for a more pressing problem, The vermin mob were still hard on the heels of the fox and the squirrel. They likely wouldnt stop to chat for any reason. Reasoning thus, Lentle crawled into a nearby bush just in time to avoid the emergence of the vermin mob bursting in through the underbrush. Wait....did he forget something? His staff was still on the forest floor! Nothing for it but to wait until the mob was safely past. As the vermin gang ran past, they happened to kick the quarterstaff all the way to Lentles Bush. Just as the last member had departed Lentle risked reaching out of the bushes for his quarterstaff. Just than, the fox leader of the other gang (being something of a coward since he was trailing his own band by a considerable distance.) Tripped over the quarterstaff Lentle was holding. This caused the unfortuanate fox to crash to the forest floor face down
Immediatly Lentle took the initiative.Disarming the vermin, he gestured to his gang to tie up the unconcious fox. He had plans for this new captive. This could very well be the break he needed, or so he thought. The screams of the night would shatter the smugness of the day.
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Night fell, and the other vermin gang still had not found the fox and the squirrel. Being a leaderless rabble, they fought and quarrled with each other to know end. Tiring of this, the 'broke camp'. (Lay down on the forest floow and either slept or fought some more) So great was their disarray that they had neglected to build a fire. Unbeknownest to them however, pairs of beady black eyes were watching them from the cover of the darkness. Since the fox had left that made the gang a score and 1. An odd number to be exact. When death comes in pairs, sometimes that number stays odd,
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ooc:Everybody, Lentles gang is about 11 including Lentle. Weghul and the fox leader are extra. And oh YESSSSSSSSSSSSS Vajjan is back in town...
(Done)
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Post by Rocky on Nov 19, 2008 16:53:51 GMT -5
Zephyr nodded at Rivertinn, and then he, subconsciously, grabbed Rivertinn, and threw him into a bush, and dove in after him. Then, Zephyr pushed Rivertinn ahead and motioned to an open mouth to a cave. When Rivertinn was in all the way, Zephyr knocked vines down, disguising the entrance. He took flint and some husk and starting making fire, "Make yourself at home. But don't wander around outside. There's dangerous bests out there, and on serpent thing with two tails. Dont leave the hut." He said again. The sparks from the flint ignited the husk and there was fire. "Want some food?" He asked.
OOC: Writers Block still... Sawhy.
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Post by dirgecallers on Nov 24, 2008 15:19:46 GMT -5
"Follow the screams." Those words resounded repeatedly in Lentle's head now. It was had been clear to him as to everyone gathered there where those screams had originated from. The direction the fox's gang had gone. Obviously something had gone horribly wrong, as the screams were not the screams of the few, but the screams of the many.
Cautiosly, Lentle motioned for his band to gather up the prisoners and investigate the directon of the sound. Somber silence ensued as his gang numbly obeyed. No lanterns or torches were displayed for Lentle did not want their prescence to be advertised to all mossflower. What could have caused such terror in the hearts of a score of vermin?
They had finally reached the clearing and it was in a mess(caracasses everywhere). A couple members of his gang tried to advance out of the bushes out into the open, but Lentle held them back with his quarterstaff. They were about to protest, but Lentle merely demanded they keep silent. Perhaps it was a good thing too, for slowly,(by the light of a fallen torch in the clearing) a shadow could be discerned on the other side, leaning over a rat carcass.
On the other side of the clearing, Lentle could discern about six remaing vermin out of the original score of vermin that had first rested. Lentle could percieve that in their fear and desperation they were capable of anyhing. Fortulantly they were not looking at Lentle, instead, they seemed fixated on the shadow,as if they wanted to attack it.
Suddenly the shadow moved out of the darkness to reveal itself by the glow of the firelight. A visible gasp went involuntarily from all of the beasts present with even Lentle's mouth opened in horror. He understood now what had caused Weghuls insanity. He also knew what it was. He mouthed one word in the barest of whispers..."Scorpion" ...for truly even the best of scholars regarded this beast as little more than a legend.....
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Weghul's eyes were wide with fear. This was the thing that had attacked him? Seeing it by the torchlight just standing there, it was a million times more horrifying than anything he had ever seen. Could anybeast defeat this monster? Insane though he know was, he saw that it was not standing near the firelight, but rather on the fringes of the lights glow....Maybe.........That was it!
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