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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Apr 17, 2006 17:57:59 GMT
*As one, Terragon and Ashnel rise. Ashnel hauls the broad sword before him, while Terragon holds her "morning-star" mace in both paws, waiting for a glimpse of the foebeast.*
*The other starts forward, but Terragon shakes her head, calling above the shouts of their enemy.* We can't afford to lose the higher ground! Stay put!
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Post by Flowerbud&Pocketmouse on Apr 18, 2006 23:12:40 GMT
*Flow, who was at the Bonfire when Dagen heard the vermin aproaching, runs up. Realizing that she is unarmed, she takes to the trees, for once in her life gracefully, and makes for her cottage,which is nearby. In a matter of minuets, she is back, clothed in a short black tunic and armed with a dagger, a bamboo spear , and her blow pipe. Shaking slightly with apprehension, she melts into the surrounding woodland, where she loads her pipe with poison darts. she calls out softly* I have you covered, Terri!
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Post by Geordie Brushtail on Apr 28, 2006 20:35:25 GMT
*Geordie walks quietly and unseen except to the keenest of eyes to Terragon's side, where he stays hidden in the shadows, paw on hilt. He whispers to Terragon*
Ach, did somebeast croi vermin?
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on May 29, 2006 14:14:10 GMT
*Ashnel chooses this moment to dart away to try and spot the vermin - Though the sound of many feet marching towards the clearing can already be heard.*
Aye, *Terragon replies, softly.* There's vermin comin'.
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Post by Geordie Brushtail on May 29, 2006 18:44:19 GMT
*Geordie nods and jumps lightly into the tree without rustling a leaf. The kilt of brown and green makes him almost invisible.* Roight. Claymore time.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on May 29, 2006 18:56:20 GMT
Geordie?! *Terragon watches him disappear, anxiously. Everybeast seems a long way away as the vermin draw into visibilty. Should o' brought your mace along... She sighs, as she draws a hunting knife. Aye, like I expected an attack on a bonfire party!*
Sandagar...! *The war cry feels miraculous and somehow venemous to speak.*
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Post by Geordie Brushtail on May 29, 2006 18:59:59 GMT
*Roight, it's toime fer an ambush lad...best nae make a move till Terri gi'es the go'ahead. Then, Ah'll strike out o' the trees like lightnin'!*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on May 29, 2006 19:11:54 GMT
*Terragon has no choice but to begin the skirmish. Kill or be killed! Her mind snarls, the knife turning in her paw to a stoat's jugular. She almost halts, shocked at herself, but ignores this new thought and continues a struggle to free the blade from the corpse.*
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Post by Geordie Brushtail on May 30, 2006 14:04:34 GMT
*Geordie, seeing Terragon's action, drops out of the tree into a circle of three weasels. He slashes out with his Claymore, killing one and wounding another. The third weasel starts to attack Terragon, who is still struggling to withdraw her blade. Reaching into the folds of his plaid, Geordie slings the sghian dhu with deadly accuracy. Geordie hurries over to withdraw the blade, calling to Terragon.* Ye alright, lass?
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on May 30, 2006 16:17:35 GMT
OOC: Geordie! *Terragon laughs, mock-horrified.* You're the role-play captain! I shouldn't have t' tell you of all members no' to auto-hit! BIC: *Geordie's words drag Terragon back to terms with the battle. With a last look at the dead weasel, she nods in a kind of stunned way.* *The final straw of re-orientating herself with the skirmish again is as she spots a rat approaching the other squirrel's unprotected back. She dashes forwards, the hunting knife out before her like a spear head...*
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Post by Geordie Brushtail on May 30, 2006 21:44:11 GMT
OOC: Whoops...okay, modified. I'm never awake before noon,sorry.
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Post by Geordie Brushtail on May 30, 2006 21:45:06 GMT
*Geordie turns in time to see the vermin fall under Terragon's blade.* Whoo, noice one, lass.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on May 31, 2006 9:05:42 GMT
*Terragon doesn't reply as Ashnel bulls forwards, his double-pawed sword trying to find its mark on a stoat, who hurries away from the dark squirrel.*
*The red squirrel also avoids Ashnel, and darts away.*
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Post by Geordie Brushtail on Jun 1, 2006 14:50:07 GMT
*Geordie rushes into another clump of vermin and begins spinning and hacking with his claymore, just like with his practice dummies.* Take that, laddie! Fer Heather Hall!
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Jul 30, 2006 11:02:07 GMT
*Ashnel finds himself backed up against a tree, two burly stoats preventing escape. Terragon hears one of the vermin yelp and looks up. Despite the other squirrel's attempt to defend himself, both stoats are battling on - Two on one. Geordie's the nearst if Arven's left the trees... And if Arven was on higher ground, he'd have seen Ash' by now an' gone to help...* Geordie! *The red squirrel calls.* Geordie - Ashnel! *She points at the two stoats and the single squirrel, all three fighting a rather tired-looking battle. Terragon attempts to hurry across, but her path is blocked by a small rat. What this rat lacks in size is made up for by the enormous cutlass held in its grimy paws.*
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