Strongpaw
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Post by Strongpaw on Apr 10, 2007 22:25:10 GMT
*Strongpaw begins running toward his friends.* Eulaliaaaaa!!! Beware jolly ole vermin, I'm Strongpaw Mountainhop from Terralux! wot wot! *While he runs Strongpaw ties his bow to his back again and gets out his saber.* Hohohoho, you can't escape me! *Strongpaw is beginning to get confident when suddenly a well aimed arrow takes him through the shoulder.* Oowww, bad form! taking a chap when he is distracted *Then the wounded hare, with his face full of his slain enemy's blood, fights his way out of the battle and just when he reaches a spot free of vermin, he gives a last warcry...* Eulaliaaaaaaaaa! *...and falls unconscious.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Apr 10, 2007 23:46:55 GMT
*Regen sees the hare fall and rolls his eyes expressively, kicking a vermin that comes a bit close. He glances at Ashnel and asks wearily, *Y' think we should pick 'im up? I guess he's gonna lose a good bit 'o blood if we don't...
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Silas
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Post by Silas on Apr 11, 2007 2:19:35 GMT
IC: I got 'im! *Silas shouts, suprisingly hearing Regen's question over the tumult of battle. Swinging his footpaw around in a sweeping kick, he tripped up a mercenary in his path, and promptly stabbed at him, trying to pierce his armor. Not stopping once, he plowed his way through the crowd to the hare's side. He defended the unconsious hare from furthur attack. He then realizes his dilemma.*
Pick him up, run the risk o' gettin' hit myself. Leave him, worst comes to worst he dies. *He thought, resenting such decisions. The whisper of a blade swishing through the air catches his attention. He hurriedly blocks the strike of a saber, left-hand dagger sent spinning from his grasp in the process. Another two blocks, and the right-hand dagger was sent similarly flying.*
T'seu, He's good... *He thought, silently cursing in an ancient dialect. A thrust from the saber-wielding mercenary shot psat him as he dodged out of the way, unexpectedly moving in closer to the vermin. Silas bit down into the arm of his attacker, quickly glancing at the limp form of Strongpaw in a futile attempt to make sure he was still alive. The vermin gave out a howl of pain as Silas bit at his arm. He was suddenly hit by a left punch to the head from the mercenary. Dazed, he let go, spitting out the irony taste of blood. The saber fell from his opponent's paw.
Launching a punch of his own, Silas picked up the blade, whirling in a circle, blocking another vermin's weapon behind him, and hacking at the now weaponless vermin. All of this happened inside half a minute.
It felt like hours.
Leaping over the hare, he yelled a challenge as he confronted the weasel behind him whirling a mace and chain.* Ra-kelv! *He swished the saber, hoping to mortally wound the weasel after a heated duel. Silas then bent as if to pick the hare up drag him back to the fringes of the battlefield, against a tree. He did not have any medical supplies, so he quickly applied a ribbon of his tunic to the wound. He looked down at himself, and noticed that his clothes were cut up by nearly a dozen close calls, as well as spattered with blood.* So much for staying clean... *He then cast about for a place he could deposit the hare out of the battle, and stopped to wonder where the Terraluxian Guard was.
Dismissing the thought as unimportant for the situation, he resigned himself to finding someplace Strongpaw could recieve medical attention. Then he would jump back into battle, the only reason needed to do so being he was good at fighting. Not to say he enjoyed killing. Some outside element known only to him enabled him to perform exceptionally well in combat situations, which was precisely why he came to Terralux. He sought an avenue of escape. Now, he realized, there were none.
OOC: Strongpaw, hope ye don't mind me draggin' ye...
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Post by Geordie Brushtail on Apr 11, 2007 6:41:30 GMT
OOC: I doubt he minds, but I do. Unfortunately, whether a character is conscious or not, you cannot make an action for him; NPC or otherwise. You can imply that you are dragging him to safety, by saying *Silas grabs at the unconscious hare, hoping to drag him out of harm's way* or the like, but you cannot actually state that you move him. Strongpaw can then continue the action by coming round in a place of safety or even having his character slump, still unconscious, into a bush while you engage in combat.
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Strongpaw
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Post by Strongpaw on Apr 11, 2007 21:49:16 GMT
OCC: i don't mind, Silas. But you heard Geordie. Geordie, Should i continue as if he had dragged me? Or should i forget it happened? Ill continue as if he is dragging me. Tell me if i am wrong and ill fix it. ;D
BIC: *having been pulled along by Silas makes Strongpaw awaken, although he is wounded he tries to go back to battle* Let me at the stinky scum. wot wot. Ill jolly well teach em, Let me go Silas. I wont let them attack Terralux!!!wot wot *He pulls the arrow out from his shoulder and tries to stand up* Oww, my shoulder still hurts, but i will fight!
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Silas
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Post by Silas on Apr 11, 2007 23:49:49 GMT
OOC: Well, if I edit it now, everyone else will... sorry 'bout that.
BIC: *Silas looked upon the hare, then says* You sure you want to go back in there? *Feeling the same way himself. The other presence begged and demanded him to charge back in, if only to cause destruction. He held it in the back of his mind, as he always had.* Looks like you need a bandage to stop the bleedin', before ye pass out from blood loss. *Silas advised, still trying to look in all directions for any sign of attack on either of them.*
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Post by Geordie Brushtail on Apr 12, 2007 5:09:14 GMT
OOC: I'll edit it to my satisfaction this time; you can check the post to get an idea of what I mean. I'll also take the opportunity to correct some autohits that I hadn't noticed before; reread your post and ask me if you have any questions about the changes I made. Strongpaw, your continuation of the concept was very good.
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Strongpaw
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Post by Strongpaw on Apr 12, 2007 21:55:46 GMT
OCC:Thanks for the compliment, Geordie! ;D
BIC: *Strongpaw notices Silas wants to return into the battle. He nods.* I wouldn't dare return to Terralux if i didn't help defending it! wot wot! *He rips a piece of his shirt and ties it arround his wound.* That will stop me from bleading. Now, lets jolly well go fight those vermin! wot wot. *he stands up and smiles at Silas* Are you staying there all day or will you jolly well follow me!
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Silas
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Post by Silas on Apr 12, 2007 23:23:32 GMT
*Silas looks back at the battle, then replies* I'll go get my bow an' such. Just watch out for yourself, and the others. *A True warrior values life more than death. Another quote came to his mind, echoing spectrally as his father's voice recited it. He broke into a run, jumping up to the Leafback House-fort. Opening the door, he dashed in to retrieve his sword, bow and quiver. He then ran abruptly back, not noticing the beast watching him on the battlemented roof as he left.
The sheer will to move with all haste came over him, and once again he was seized in a feeling that seemed so basic, yet so complex at the same time. Once he returned to the battlefield, he spotted a high viewpoint. He proceeded to this, taking out his bow. He selected a shaft at random and started shooting. After he loosed the first arrow, he called out to the others* Ready for fire support! Call 'em an' I'll hit 'em! *A tactic he learned when in the service of the Northern Peacekeeping army, Fire support worked wonders in spread-out situations. He smirked at the memory of the last time he performed that manuver.* Anybody?! *He yelled, waiting for a response*
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Post by Twilight Swiftpaw on Jun 12, 2007 20:15:50 GMT
*Twilight is walking through the woods, convienently alone. She kicked a pine cone by her paw, a bit upset she hadn't made any friends at her new home. Twilight kicked a rock, sending it flying towards her left. She muttered to the sky, now upset that her paw hurt.* Of course ya don't have friends Twily! Ya got here just last week! And ya haven't really done anything. So why should ya have friends? *Twilight sat down on a fallen tree, immediatly falling through it, as it was rotten. The hare pulled herself out of the tree, proceding to brush wood out of her fur. One ear bent in dismay.* Bloodly tree has to fall in on me!
*Twilight sat up when she heard the clash of metal. Hurring to her feet, Twilight ran to Terralux, surprised to see a battle going on at the base of the hill. Twilight smiled in response.* Hm, a battle, eh? Finally, something to do! *Twilight pulled out her shortbow, drawing an arrow and fitting it to the string. Pulling it back, she took aim at one particular vermin, loitering at the back, avoiding most of the action.* Just like a blinkin' vermin too. *Twilight muttered, as she aimed for the base of his neck, where there was no armor. Satisfied, Twilight let go, allowing the arrow to fly straight and true. A small prickle of uneasiness pricked at her stomach when she saw the fox go down, but Twilight pushed it away. Drawing another arrow, she took aim again.* Eulalia, you ratacious cowards!
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