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Post by Stoakly Centurio on Apr 16, 2007 21:44:46 GMT
OOC: This is basically like Stoakly and his hate for badgers... BIC:
*Stoakly stands near the wooden gate, hoping other Terraluxians would join him. He is at the shore of Salamandastron, tired after a battle. The Terraluxian Troops have fought a battle against corsairs, and they now are seeking guidance and help from the Long Patrol. Many are wounded, many are dead... Can't we all just get along? He asks himself in his head, holding his wounded shoulder with his right paw. The bloody cutlass is on the ground, as of now, the ferret can not find his dagger. Stoakly curses under his breath, waiting for the Badger Lord, Starsett Jupiter, to open the gate. I hate badgers.*
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Post by Baraka on Apr 17, 2007 11:21:30 GMT
Baraka walks over to Stoakly and steadies himself on a vermin spear sticking out of the sand*What a mess* he removes a cloth from his pocket and wipes a long cut on the left side of his face*What a bloody mess
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Post by Stoakly Centurio on Apr 17, 2007 14:45:53 GMT
OOC: Baraka, *'s go around the actions, not the dialouge. BIC: *Stoakly nods to Baraka, a chilling feeling coming over him. He almost smirks as the wooden gate opens, and Starsett Jupiter is waiting for them on the other side.* Its about time. *Stoakly mutters, motioning to Baraka to follow him. He looks up at the large badger, wanting to throw a fist into his face, but he resists. His bloody brown tunic is a sign he is wounded anyway, so he needs Starsett to like him until he gets healed. The ferret nods, but refrains from talking happily to the badger. Stoakly lifts his head.* Starsett, *He begins, wishing the nightmare would be over,* We're wounded, some dead, and need lots o' medical attentio'. *The ferret sighs and strolls away, off to the Sick Bay.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Apr 17, 2007 16:19:56 GMT
*Regen lies on the ground, slowly waking up. The squirrel sits up immediately, head swimming, and looks around. * *He appears to be sitting in a puddle of blood, surrounded by various beasts. Much of the blood is theirs, however, he can tell that he has a bad head wound - and probably other injuries. His left arm may be broken, too.* Well....that'll be why I went out... *The squirrel narrows his eyes, trying to recall exactly what happened, but gives up after a moment and attempts to stand.* *Bright flashes appear in front of his eyes and he sits again with a groan and a muttered curse. * *How in hellgates did this happen..... an' where 'n Mossflower 's everybeast else? *With that thought, the squirrel passes out again.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Apr 18, 2007 9:33:12 GMT
OOC: Stoak', d'you want me to RP Jupiter? If not, you could borrow him for this quest.
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Post by Stoakly Centurio on Apr 18, 2007 17:54:39 GMT
OOC: Nah, you can RP him.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Apr 19, 2007 8:31:57 GMT
*Jupiter watches the ferret go, and calls after him.* Good t' see you too, ferret. *The badger Lord turns and steps outside the door of the fortress. A few hares scurry forwards to assist, but Jupiter shakes his head.* No, just close the door behind me and try and help the Terraluxians. *He turns, and almost says more, but shakes his head again and shuffles away. Jupiter wanders down the tideline, his sorrowful brown eyes observing how the shores have become a graveyard. A young hedgehog lies, dead, a javelin rooted in its chest, the waves washing over it as the tide sweeps in. So young, such a waste, the badger tells himself. P'rhaps if he'd lived a season more, he'd have become one of the Terraluxian Guard... who knows. But it is not the hedgehog that Jupiter came searching for. He didn't see Ashnel or Terragon among the survivors...*
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Post by Baraka on Apr 19, 2007 13:23:20 GMT
*Baraka lets go of the spear and picks a satchel up from the sand nearby and opens it. He pulls a leather pouch from the satchel. Baraka opens the pouch, takes out a pinch of red powder and sprinkles some on his wound. He winces as it sizzles, but the blood flow stops. He closes the satchel and looks around the utterly deserted battlefield.* Where is everyone?
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Apr 19, 2007 13:36:50 GMT
*Regen wakes up again. He glances around from where he lies, not bothering to sit up, and notices a large, badger-like form wandering about the battlefield. * *The squirrel raises a paw and waves it a bit, hoping the creature will notice.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Apr 19, 2007 13:51:18 GMT
*Jupiter ambles over as quickly as he can, given the debris strewn about the battlefield. The badger crouches down next to the squirrel.* Are ye alright? *He asks.* Can you tell me your name?
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Post by Engel on Apr 19, 2007 14:24:14 GMT
*Balder pauses at the edge of the beach, sniffing the air. Yes - definitely a battle here -- and not too long ago either. A handful of years ago he would've trusted himself to hear it from some distance off, but . . . well.*
*He pauses at his vantage on the northbound trail, debating stepping onto the shores proper and finding deeper cover to continue his travels. Best to avoid it, around this area it was probably a fight with corsairs, and the survivors weren't likely to take well to strange foxes wandering in. Best to keep going. But . . . *
*Even half-competent healers are short after battles. You know that as well as anyone, something from the back of his mind reminds him, which he audibly snarls at.*
*They can look out for their own. Hellfire, we're in full view of Salamandastron. Healers aren't very useful when they're pincushions, in case you forgot.*
*You have a debt, fox, it replies, more than a little sternly, causing him to grumble as he throws back his cloak and trudges up the high dune at the head of the shoreline.*
*Fine, fine. But if the corsairs won and try to absorb me . . . He lets the inward threat trail off, giving a rough, barking laugh and muttering as he nears the head of the hill.* Alright. Time to stop arguing with yourself. *He reaches the head of the dune and begins to trot down, letting himself slide on the steeper patches of sand.* You don't know who you're going to be meet- *He comes to a stop as the crouched figure a few dozen yards away resolves itself as a badger, freezing instinctively. . . . oh. This might turn out badly.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Apr 19, 2007 14:29:00 GMT
*Ashnel staggers across the shores. He has a long gash in his footpaw, is winded from being punched in the stomach by a stoat and has a huge, stinging bruise on his head from a fellow Terraluxian's sling. The Captain had been knocked out cold by the stone, and fell in the water. The squirrel's mouth is now full of salt water, which threatens to make Ashnel throw up. Up ahead, he spots Jupiter, and attempts to call out to the badger, but he gags as the salty water begins to have an affect. Then, Ashnel sees the fox...*
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Post by Engel on Apr 19, 2007 14:35:27 GMT
*Balder shakes himself out of the moment of bewildered fear, immediately dropping his pack and sticking a paw into it, rummaging blindly before someone can get their paws on a bow or javelin or sling. Handkerchief, handkerchief . . . no, bread, pan, ouch-! needle! Hell-! Where in the world is - handkerchief!
He produces the off-white scrap of cloth that barely deserves the name, holding it aloft and waving it in what he hopes is a clear enough signal.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Apr 19, 2007 20:55:15 GMT
*Jupiter ambles over as quickly as he can, given the debris strewn about the battlefield. The badger crouches down next to the squirrel.* Are ye alright? *He asks.* Can you tell me your name? *Regen looks up at the badger. *Well, 'pparently I'm not alright.....I think I broke 'm arm, an' 'm head's bleedin' all over...probly a whatchacallit, concussion, also. *He blinks at the badger for a moment. *Oh...I'm Regen Eale, formerly o' Fort Copperlin. ......since when did I start tellin' beasts where I'm from?...
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Apr 20, 2007 17:38:32 GMT
*Jupiter nods slowly.* 'S alright... the healers'll be here any moment. *The badger glances up at the mountain fortress, as though hoping to see such hares hurrying with stretchers towards Regen Eale. Formerly of Fort Copperlin? He must be the squirrel Ashnel mentioned before.* Regen Eale? *Jupiter continues.* I've heard great things said 'bout you. *At that moment, the badger lord spots Ashnel, and nearly calls out... only he sees the fox.*
*Ashnel watches the fox numbly. The other is apparently unarmed, and more amazingly, has held aloft a - filthy, admittedly - but none the less, a white flag of peace.* But - *Ashnel mumbles.* But you're a- *He takes a step forwards, suspiciously, and falls at the foxes' footpaws. The squirrel's vision blots, and as he passes out a second time, from standing and walking too suddenly, the last thought that comes to Ashnel, is that he is at a foxes' mercy.*
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