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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Apr 1, 2006 18:25:40 GMT
We the Flitchaye! *Comes the shriek of the tiny weasels, as they creep closer to the fire. Ashnel grins, the flames' aurora darting across his face.*
We wait...
We the Flitchaye! *Insists the chant. The grey-black squirrel stands up, eying the nearest weasel with a look of contempt.*
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Post by Ayeny Alashia on Apr 1, 2006 18:27:21 GMT
*Ayeny sits up, almost idly stringing her bow, interested in Ashnel's response to the incessant Flitchaye warcry.*
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Post by Robin Redflash on Apr 1, 2006 20:55:24 GMT
*Robin quickly takes a bite of the foul garlic and chew morosely. She gulps it down and stands up with Ashnel. She holds her two rapiers almost lazily in her hands yet her grip is tight. At the shriek she pricks up her ears but calms herself straight away. She looks into the woods trying to see what is there.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Apr 2, 2006 8:14:09 GMT
*Ashnel waits for Joey to disappear, because if she's thinking what he's thinking, then two warriors' favourite scurmish plan is about to be put into action...*
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Post by woodlouse on Apr 3, 2006 9:08:26 GMT
*Dagen grabs abit of garlic and chews it whilst nocking an arrow*abit of action at last!
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Post by joeyjiboa on Apr 3, 2006 10:49:02 GMT
*Joey grabs the sword that Ashnel dropped when he pretended to fall asleep... She slinks around the back into the woods, as the Flitchaye surround the group...*
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Post by Robin Redflash on Apr 3, 2006 10:54:31 GMT
*Robin watches her go and turns around to the others knowing she should do something. She places her back against the fire so she is facing outwards and motions for the others to do the same if they need to. She stares out into the darkness trying to make out something but fails. She hopes that they will get through this night and thinks that this is just the begining.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Apr 3, 2006 11:09:23 GMT
*A big, fat weasel, with a mean look glares at Ashnel, the closest to the Flitchaye.*
*Ashnel takes a deep breath, and sniffs the pot of smouldering herbs. The herbs, because of the garlic have no effect, and the squirrel laughs, to the weasels' horror.*
We'd the Flitchaye...
*Whimpers the weasel, quietly. Ashnel nods, solemnly.*
Yes, you'd the Fishaye... Martin the Warrior told me.
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Post by Ayeny Alashia on Apr 3, 2006 11:59:47 GMT
*Martin the Warrior...!*
*Ayeny looks up at Ashnel with a hint of confusion before carefully making her face fierce again, so that the Flitchaye don't catch on. Is he making this up, or. . .?*
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Post by Robin Redflash on Apr 3, 2006 12:02:38 GMT
*Robin clutches her swords tightly and does not doubt what Ashnel has said and hopes that the Filtchaye will just get too afraid to fight. She thinks that they will do and wonders when Ashnel spoke or saw Martin. She keeps her faace fiece though and waits for the vermin to make their next move.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Apr 3, 2006 14:12:43 GMT
*The Flitchaye shake in terror, foolish enough to believe the squirrel's story. Through-out their tribe's history, the mouse's name has been fearer.*
Martin is angry with the Fisheye... *Ashnel informs them, barely concealing his delight.*
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Post by Ayeny Alashia on Apr 3, 2006 14:24:57 GMT
*Ayeny notices the flash of delight in Ashnel's face and bites her lip to keep from laughing.*
I guess we owe Martin a favor, *she murmurs, barely audible.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Apr 3, 2006 15:12:12 GMT
We'll fight you unless you leave now. *Ashnel continues, looking pleased with himself.* Martin the Warrior will aid us in the fight.
*He nods to Joey, hoping to re-enact (spelling) the scene between Gonff, Martin and the Flitchaye many decades before (!).*
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Post by Robin Redflash on Apr 3, 2006 15:29:12 GMT
*Robin realises what Ashnel is doing and a surge of delight and excitement rushes through her though she manages to keep her face straight. She holds her rapiers tightly and looks dead at the Flitchaye with an evil grin on her face hoping to scare them even more.*
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Post by joeyjiboa on Apr 3, 2006 15:39:12 GMT
*The gerbil (with some effort, for the sword is huge!), hurls it, so it lands at the feet of the other creature. It flies so fast through the air, that to the primitive Flitchaye, it looks as though it has fallen from the sky!*
Argh! Magic beasts!
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