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Post by Engel on May 1, 2007 14:55:41 GMT
*Balder plucks a shattered spear out of the sand, using it to turn over bodies as he begins to carefully comb the battlefield. The stench of death rises up from the hot, blood-blackened sand whenever he stirs it and he wrinkles his nose, wishing it weren't half as sensitive as it is. Speaking of which . . . He glances across the shore to Regen, calling over.* If you find her, yell especially loud!
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on May 1, 2007 18:15:16 GMT
*Ashnel paces up and down the ward, his head and footpaw aching every time his paws touch the ground. The squirrel is all too aware that the next beast to speak will probably find themselves the target of Ashnel's frustation...* *Meanwhile, out on the dunes, Terragon opens her eyes.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on May 1, 2007 23:14:13 GMT
*Regen, walking away from the shoreline and on toward the dunes, comes across his lance on the ground.* *Hello....though ye were los'. *He picks the weapon up, and, using it as a walking stick, continues on toward the dunes. He can see a few figures out in that direction, less than in other parts of the battlefied.* Maybe I'll find 'er in this d'rection....
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Post by Engel on May 2, 2007 4:52:00 GMT
*Balder squints down the dunes, spotting a fluffy red tail further down the way and heading toward it. He draws closer hesitantly once he can tell it's indeed a squirrel, broken spear held off to his side, trying to spot if it's female or not.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on May 2, 2007 6:58:19 GMT
*Terragon creeps out of her hiding place of an overhanging rock ledge to the side of the battlefield. Why did you hide?! The battle had only just started... you've never run away before, she snarls at herself indignantly, her heart still hammering. The squirrel pauses suddenly, as up ahead, she spots a fox. I suppose, if I take a life now, I won't have been a coward... Terragon draws a hunting knife from the wide, crossed sashes looped around her body.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on May 2, 2007 10:45:19 GMT
*Regen looks up in front of him, toward the dunes. He squints, seeing a squirrel-ish figure holding a knife up toward Balder.* *After a moment, the squirrel comes into focus. It is Terragon, and she appears to be uninjured.* *Regen shifts his grip on the lance to hold it at the middle and runs forward. * *BALDER! THERE!
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Post by Engel on May 2, 2007 14:54:29 GMT
*Balder's ears twitch at Regen a split-second before he looks over at him, squinting as he sees him running at him. Here's about to call back a 'where?,' when he spots something out the corner of his eye. Quickly he stumbles into a clumsy about-face, seeing too late that there's a squirrel with a knife nearly on top of him.*
Vait! *He barks quickly, accent slipping through in the unguarded moment, raising the broken spear into a makeshift defensive stance.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on May 2, 2007 17:16:16 GMT
*Regen, meanwhile, comes charging up, drops his lance, and makes a flying tackle at Terragon. He seems to have forgotten his injured arm.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on May 3, 2007 6:54:45 GMT
*Terragon nearly drops the knife as Regen tackles her. The squirrel kicks out with her footpaw at the other squirrel.* Regen, he's one of the corsairs; leggo! *The leaderess attempts to struggle free and get a clear shot, intending to throw the knife in a final attempt to kill Balder.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on May 3, 2007 10:45:14 GMT
*Regen grunts at Terri kicks him in the ribs, but snakes a paw out to pin her knife paw. *No he isn't, he's a healer at th' mountain! *The squirrel is out of breath from being kicked in the ribs, so the words come out quieter than they should, but are still audible.* Ouch.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on May 3, 2007 20:05:51 GMT
*Terragon curses loudly, and attempts to push Regen away. She puts the knife down as well too.* 'S alright, Regen... *Then the squirrel becomes annoyed, as though this is somehow all the other's fault.* Why in Mossflower did y' not say in the first place?!
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on May 3, 2007 20:52:29 GMT
*Regen scrambles to his feet with a wince. *Ye' were brandishin' a knife like ye' were gonna cut 'is heart out an' eat it. *He sways slightly on his paws, glancing over at Balder. *Balder, meet Terragon....Canopy? Terragon, this 'ere is Balder. *He takes a deep breath and winces again.* Hellgates an' I'm havin' a bad day. I wonder where they keep th' drinks aroun' here...
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on May 4, 2007 18:20:02 GMT
*Terragon holds a paw out to Balder with a friendly nod.* A healer from Salamandastron, I hear? Are you another friend of Starse- I mean, Lord Jupiter the Second? *After a moment, the squirrel's forced smile is replaced by a genuine one.* Sorry 'bout trying to kill you an' all.
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Post by Engel on May 10, 2007 21:05:52 GMT
*Balder blinks, lowering the spear slowly, though the clockspring tension still doesn't leave his body as he watches Terragon.* It's alright, *he replies, shaking her paw nicely. He seems distracted, glancing at Regen, and in his unguarded voice there's an alien hardness to the occasional consonant and strange, gutteral notes beneath his vowels.* You're not the first - excuse me.
*He strides over to Regen, picking his lance up off the sand and handing it to him, concerned by the way he's swaying* And no, I'm . . . *He thinks, then clears his throat a little, when he speaks again covering the slight accent as before.* Let's call me an itinerant healer. A volunteer.
OOC -- So sorry about the absence, internet trouble again. We're with a new provider now, though, so there shouldn't be any more problems in the future.
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on May 10, 2007 23:10:00 GMT
*Regen grins slightly in thanks at Balder, takes the lance, and leans on it again. He doesn't appear to notice the fox's accent - either that or he just doesn't care.* .....we're near the sea....maybe they've got grog. S' been a while since I had that....
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