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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Mar 17, 2007 13:19:10 GMT
*Terragon, Birchy and Ashnel sit on the balconey of Starsett Hollow Treehouse. The three squirrels are silent for a long while, and Birchy watches butterflies swoop overhead. Suddenly, Ashnel goes very still. Terragon looks at him and bites her lip.* What? *The darker squirrel barely moves his lips as he replies hoarsley:* In the trees beyond the clearing, there's foxes... I think there may be rats and some other vermin with them. Are they armed? *Terragon asks, trying to spot the creatures in question.* To the teeth. *Ashnel answers, and after receiving a short nod from the leaderess, slips down the rope ladder, Birchy and then Terragon following.*
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Post by Stoakly Centurio on Mar 17, 2007 19:55:02 GMT
*Stoakly wanders a bit down the winding path, his eyes flickering from side to side. Something is not quite right. A drum pounds in the distance and the ferret's ears perk up. He sees Ashnel out near the trees and approaches them quietly. His curiosity gets the better of him and he stares deep into the woodlands. Stoakly's brown eyes search his surroundings, and he senses danger. However, the ferret spots nothing. Turning to Terragon, he shrugs.* Terragon! *He begins, seeing his leader's worried expression.* What is going on? Is something wrong?
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Silas
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Post by Silas on Mar 18, 2007 0:45:02 GMT
After a rest in the Tavern, and a stroll around the village square, Silas went out among the treehouses, each step he mapped out in his mind, if and when he needed to go in a hurry. He shook his head. Stop thinking like that. I'm staying here. I hope. He found the foursome next to Starsett Hollow, peering away at some danger beyond, their backs to him. He stepped between Ashnel and Birchy, and looked ahead with them. "Vermin trouble?" He asked, his keen eyes picking out the band, also his ears picked up the faint tatoo of a drum off in the general area as well. He muttered a curse in some other language.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Mar 18, 2007 12:52:41 GMT
OOC: Silas, astericks around actions, and you don't need speech marks around speech. For example: *Ashnel glances around.* Vermin, in the trees. *He tells the others.*
BIC: *Ashnel replies without turning to see the two newcomers.* There's about twenty foxes in the trees to your right. They're not dressed like normal vermin... they've got pretty good armour an' weapons. Mercenaries? *Terragon asks. The Terraluxian Captain nods.* Looks like it. *He grins.* Who wants to ask them if they'd like to sit down and have a nice cup of tea?
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Mar 18, 2007 13:40:07 GMT
*Regen, meanwhile, comes wandering down the path from the lake, singing quietly to himself in a different language. He almost walks into the trees with the vermin, but stops around twenty yards off and quickly drops onto his belly, staring up at the group. * Arra....looks like a bit 'o fun's come my way. *He spots Ashnel across the way, and waves a paw cautiously towards the vermin, indicating the first vermin-filled tree to his right, and mouths, *Want me to take this one? Or did I come to the fun?
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Silas
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Post by Silas on Mar 24, 2007 6:00:37 GMT
*Silas saw Regen, but he left the communication to the leaderess, Terragon. In the meantime, he stood warily out in the open, feeling extremely vulnerable without sword or bow. He could make out the expressions on the unkempt faces of the vermin in the trees. He took the time to examine each face, his mind calculating the current position, and weighed the pros and cons of each desicion he could make.* What are we waiting for? *He thought, a slight breeze rustling the trees, breaking the uneasy silence, if only for a moment.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Mar 24, 2007 7:19:22 GMT
*Then the foxes look up and see the group. With a shout, she bound down the bank and into the clearing, where they stand before Terragon and the others.*
Greetings. *The leaderess calls, her paw clenched so tight that her claws dig into her palm.* Aft'rnoon. *Spits one of the foxes ungraciously.* Are you here to stay the night at Terralux? Not exactly. *Answers another fox, who could well be the leader, for he is the tallest and most dangerous-looking.*
Would you like food from the Tavern? *Terragon asks pointlessly, knowing exactly why any vermin enters Terralux. Then, Ashnel realises: Terragon's stalling for time! And makes his move. The dark squirrel Captain edges slowly away from the others until he is opposite Regen's position in the trees.*
We're just gonna light a fire, right here. *The fox tells her.* We'll find our own food... maybe find our own village too. Terralux isn't your village and you will not light a fire. *Terragon snaps, her claws now drawing blood from her own paw.*
*For the first time, the foxes become vicious.* And you'll stop us with y'self and five warriors? *The fox leader hasn't noticed Ashnel has gone, and hasn't noticed Regen either. Terragon barely blinks, putting on a face of bravery that she doesn't feel inwardly.* Yes. *Then, the fighting begins.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Mar 24, 2007 11:36:16 GMT
*Regen grins slightly, hearing his own words in the fox's.* .* And you'll stop us with y'self and five warriors? * *He grins slightly, reflecting that the vermin in the tree might've been drinking buddies at one point, then begins to edge toward the tree to his right. * *The squirrel sees one of the foxes put an arrow to his bow. Regen waits a second, then begins to hurry silently up the tree, his knife clenched in his teeth.*
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Silas
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Post by Silas on Mar 25, 2007 16:59:58 GMT
*During the exchange of words, Silas remembered he had his daggers with him, if only for protection purposes. He whipped the twin blades out of their arm-sheaths in a flourish, as he did so many times before. Everything seemed to slow down as the mercenaries advanced upon the group. He stood in a ready stance, both daggers held upside-down in a defensive position. He seemd to recall this particular situation occouring once in the past, although he couldn't remember exactly when. *
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Post by Geordie Brushtail on Apr 7, 2007 15:33:36 GMT
*Silas saw Regen, but he left the communication to the leaderess, Terragon. In the meantime, he stood warily out in the open, feeling extremely vulnerable without sword or bow. He could make out the expressions on the unkempt faces of the vermin in the trees. He took the time to examine each face, his mind calculating the current position, and weighed the pros and cons of each desicion he could make.* What are we waiting for? *He thought, a slight breeze rustling the trees, breaking the uneasy silence, if only for a moment.* OOC: A little late, I know....Silas, always use the present tense when you're roleplaying. Remember, this is not something your character has done, it is something your character is doing now.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Apr 8, 2007 11:16:31 GMT
*Two of the vermin rush forward over-eagerly, slings in paws. Ashnel shouts to Regen, and moves forward towards the main group of foebeasts.* Reg'n!
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Apr 8, 2007 13:59:18 GMT
*Regen scales the tree quickly, then tosses the knife down at one of the foxes. It sticks in a gap in his armor, but does not kill the vermin. * *Regen curses quietly and takes a leap out of the tree, landing on the vermin's back. The two fall facefirst on the ground. Regen comes out of the tangle with his knife in one paw. *Right here! *The vermin appears to be unconcious (duh?)*
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Strongpaw
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Post by Strongpaw on Apr 9, 2007 18:36:33 GMT
*Strongpaw is looking for Terragon, He had been sent by the cook to ask her which bread should be served that night* Where is she i am jolly well tired of looking for her. *Suddenly the Hare spots Terragon and the others. He hurries toward them unaware that vermin are in the area.* Miss Terragon should we use nut or banana bread this even.. *Strongpaw stops talking when his twinkling blue eyes spot the vermin* I say, whats going on you chaps? *Suddenly he sees a black fox pointing an arrow at his Terraluxian friends. Strongpaw immediately takes his bow from his back (where he always carries it) and readies an arrow as he shouts the time honored warcry of Hares and Badgers* Eulaliaaa!! Ti's death in the wind!! *he lets go of the shaft which travels through the air until it hits the unexpecting vermin taking him to an eternal sleep *
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Silas
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Post by Silas on Apr 10, 2007 0:34:39 GMT
OOC: Noted, Geordie. Not really gettin' into the swing o' things lately... or at all...
BIC: *Silas looks up at the hare's battlecry, hoping it would serve as a warning to those not suitable for combat within the area. However he was not such, as was evident in the way he handled his daggers. He fought with purpose, trying not to be consumed by his own severe hatred of the vermin foebeasts.*
Blind fury won't do anything for you. *The quote sprung unbidden into his conscious thought, as did another presence, one that willed him to move faster, strike harder... He let the feeling overcome him, guided by instinct as he fought in the Maelstrom of whirling blades, whistling projectiles, and general chaos. He spared a moment to see how Terragon and the others were faring against the threat.
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Apr 10, 2007 0:36:35 GMT
*Regen battles his way over to Ashnel, mainly by kicking and pushing, and stands beside the other squirrel, grinning crazily. * *So...how are you? *One of the vermin begins to head in their direction. Regen ignores it.*
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