Sandegar
Off-Call Lieutenant
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Posts: 234
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Post by Sandegar on Nov 5, 2006 16:12:20 GMT -5
Sandegar yawned, rubbing his eyes, blinking in the bright sunlight. He dragged himself out of his squeaky bed, stretching and groaning, kicking his quilt onto his bed. He tugged at his white nightshirt, slipping across the muddy floor to the window, pushing open the creaky frame and running his paw over the cracked glass. The frame swung on its rusty hinges, and the hare sighed despairingly, tugging it closed and tossing a moth-eaten cloth onto the window sill. Turning his back to the jammed-closed window, he kicked open the wooden crate which contained all his clothing, leaning over and drawing out a dusty royal-blue tunic of woven wool, unbuttoning his shift with one paw. Flinging the white material into the box, he pulled on his tunic and yawned again.
The sunlight filtering in through the dirty windows lit up the cramped room, illuminating the mess cruelly. Flecks of rough paint speckled the moldy floorboards, contrasting against the muddy surface of the wood. Cobwebs adorned the corners of the room, the walls peeling and infested with fungus. Shivering involuntarily, the tall hare picked out some black breeches and dragged them on, snapping his garb into place with a wide black belt over his tunic. Picking up a black scarf and tight wool gloves, he slammed the crate shut and crossed the tiny room, grabbing his midnight blue greatcoat from a crumbling peg on the wall. Flinging it on, he wrapped his scarf around his neck and slipped on his gloves, stepping out of his little room and into the corridor.
The rough wooden floor creaked as the young lieutenant strode through the chilly corridor, buttoning his heavy coat. His gloved digits were clumsy, but the cold penetrated the crumbling walls of the decrepit barracks, and a cold breeze blew in from an open window with broken glass. Rubbing his nose, the hare twitched his long, floppy ears, sliding down the muddy corridor, glancing at the closed doors lining the hall. The flimsy walls of the narrow passageway were peeling, the paint speckling the sparse furniture and the loose floorboards, the lamps hanging from the ceiling often cracked and dysfunctional. Snorting, he gripped the cold door handle and turned it, opening the door. The cold wind swept in, and he stepped out, bracing himself.
Sandegar stepped out onto the worn mud of the entrance, scanning his surroundings as he always did. The plants were overcast with white frost, sparkling in the morning sunlight. Hearing his stomach grumble, he absentmindedly reached into his pocket, withdrawing several cookies wrapped in brown paper. Nibbling on one, he looked up at the building which lodged the soldiers of the Dominus Nox. It was an old, low-lying building, rectangular and ivy-covered, the brick outer walls crumbling and many windows hanging open on a single rusty hinge. The lieutenant winced, munching his biscuit, noting for the hundredth time how decrepit his barracks were. But today was different, and he knew it. Today he was a lieutenant, and it was time to put his new-found power into action.
Tossing another cookie into his mouth, the hare stood back and scanned the building once more before packing away his packet of biscuits. The barracks were in no fit condition to accommodate the many Guardians, and they were certainly not aesthetic enough for the hare's taste. He was sure it needed some new wall in places, and the whole building needed refurbishment. Before the winter came for real, the building had to be nice and secure enough to hold the warriors in warmly, and he was determined to accomplish his goal. He would not be able to manage the task on his own, he knew. But he had authority now, however mild, and he was authorized to use it. Swallowing his half-chewed cookie, he cupped his mouth and inhaled deeply.
"'ello, soldiers o' Dominus Nox! It's time for some refurbishment! Yer barracks are in tatters! C'mon, let's get workin'!"
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Post by Songwind and Brawn Oakbrush. on Nov 5, 2006 17:04:10 GMT -5
**A pretty squirrelmaid climbed out of bed. Her reddish gold mouth opened wide as she yawned loudly. She looked around her little room she shared with her husband, who was out already. She frowned and pulled out a clean, messily patched purple gown. She threw it on and looked aroundd her room for her vest. She frowned and chattered away to herself about how messy her husband was. She pulled it out of a pile of cloaks and laced it up, yawning. The pretty maid sighed as she allowed her big brown eyes to travel over the peeling walls, the filthy floor, the tattered curtains, the unscrubbed mirrior. She looked over at the pachment which served as her schedule on the wall and grinned, her lovely little face lighting up. She had nothing to do today! The maid looked around the room again, and once more an audible sigh escaped her lips. This isn't going to be easy. She tied on a belt. Opening a large oak chest in the corner, she pulled out a lacy faded apron. The young adult shook the dust from it and tied it on. She walked out of the cell and looked about. One of the suns rays caught her gold highlights, illuminating them. The pretty squirrel took no notice as her eyes scanned the room for a helper. She took a deep breath as she heard a hares voice call out. She realized what he was saying and went into the room that she shared with Brawn. Songwind pushed the door into the wall and blocked it off with a brick that had fallen from one of the crumbling sides.** Well, lets get started.
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Nov 5, 2006 17:24:09 GMT -5
Keep it down!! Can't you see we're trying to slee... Oh... Sorry Sandegar... Sir... I didn't reilse it was you...
**Raiden's head peeps out of a window rather sheepishly.**
Most sorry sir... Decrepid you say? Not suprising. In my clan it is rumoured that Raiden Silversword VI stayed here. That was many long seasons ago...
**The scar running diagonaly almost all the way across his face pulled tight as Raiden grinned sheepishly.**
I'll be down in a few minutes.
**Closing the window, Raiden pulled on a thick tattered tunic, white this time, rather than his usual thinner red one. The long sleaves hid the thorn patten tattoos that ran up his forarms, and the end of the scar that terminated on his right shoulder. The high fluffy coller his the mid part of the same scar; it was shallow, and on the right side of his neck.**
Zahi, come on, we got to help fix up this place.
**Raiden gave his sleeping beauty a shake before wrapping a cream-white silk scarf scarf round his neck, and picked up a belt.**
Oops... Wrong belt...
**He had picked up Zahi's instead of his own. Placeing that back down, he picked up his own. He added a small tool-kit to it before putting it on.**
I'll grab a bite to eat, then I'll leave you to get ready my dear.
**Takeing an apple, Raiden left the dorm in the barracks of Dominus Nox where he had been billited to let his dear wife get ready.**
Bah. I'd rather sleep in.
**Zahi rose slowly from the double bed she shared with her husband. Picking her cloaths was a task only she could do, she had a small mountain of stuff to pick from. Finaly she chose a long red hessin skirt, with a fluffy trim, on of Raiden's winter tunics with the fluffy edgeing, and a red shawl, again with fluffy edgeing.**
Where did he... There it is...
**She picked up the thin belt from where Raiden had placed it. She put her own small tool kit on the belt before putting it on.**
I'll grab something to eat too.
**She grabbed an apple as well before heading outside.**
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Rachelle
Private
Darkness is naught but the absence of light.!c!yellow
Posts: 32
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Post by Rachelle on Nov 5, 2006 17:52:50 GMT -5
Rachelle rolled from her bed, still asleep, onto the hard floor of the barracks. "M' up!" She said, blinking the sleep from her eyes. "What are we doing?" She looked around the room, forgetting for a moment that she had no one to share her room with. She slowly climbed form the floor, and rubbing her backside, crouched in front of the crate that stood in the corner of her room, filled to the brim with clothes. She yawned loudly, and then began to dig through the crate to find an old tunic to wear. After a moment, she dug out a ratty old grey wool tunic, and a long sleeved night gown cut off at the waist. It was a little frayed, but it would be warm enough to wear on such a cold day, especially with the tunic over it. Rachelle pulled off her nightgown, and quickly pulled on the two layers. She grabbed an old brown skirt, and tugged it on quickly. She stretched for a moment, and then pulled on her tall boots, suitable only for cold winter days.
Rachelle stepped out into the cold clear light of the early morning, blinking as her eyes ajusted to the brightness of day. She shivered again, and stepped gingerly over the frozen mud at the entrance to the barracks, and turned around to look at the building that she basically lived in. "How do I sleep at night, when the whole building could collapse at any moment?" She muttered to herself, and walked over toward Songwind. "Morning, Song. Quite the place we live in, is it not?" Rachelle smiled.
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Tritan
Lieutenant
Warrior
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Posts: 928
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Post by Tritan on Nov 6, 2006 17:10:45 GMT -5
*Tritan was in a golden-walled place, making his way toward a giant bowl of apple crumble and was planning to dive into it. He saw whipped cream being poured and laid thick on top of it and his mouth watered. The otter was only a few pawlengths from it. he could almost taste it. He jumped, mouth open wide and paws aspread.*
"'ello, soldiers o' Dominus Nox! It's time for some refurbishment! Yer barracks are in tatters! C'mon, let's get workin'!"
*He woke suddenly, a disappointed groan escaping his lips. It was bad enough he had lost his spar against Sandegar, and there the hare was, bossing him around. He looked through his window and realized his defeater was not only addressing himself to him, but to the whole Dominus Nox crew. He stretched luxuriously and fell back in bed, pulling the blankets over his head. The one thing he hated the most after needles was tidying up. He dozed off for a while and was aroused again by the sound of creatures bustling to go report to Sandegar. Resigned, he slowly sat onto his bedside and rubbed at his weary eyes. He blinked many times and stretched again. The comical red nightcap which adorned the otter's now headbandless head was pulled off and what it had recently been covering was now being scratched laboriously. His first yawn was quite long, quickly followed by the second one. Tritan got dressed in his old Corsair clothing, knowing he would get dirty. He hung his green nightshirt and stretched a few more times before coming out. He spared his room one last glance before heading out. His room was full of discarded garments, weapons and half-eaten pastries. With that thought, Tritan ran back in and put a half a stale crumbling apple turnover between his teeth. he munched on it happily before going out to see his lieutenant, waving at Songwind, Rachelle and Raiden on his way out. He finally got to Sandegar.*
Mornin' Sandy, I mean, Lieutenant. Wot's there to do?
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Finnerator Rudderbow
Ret. War Commander
Ret. Head Ranger
Also known as Fishtail Dirkslash
Posts: 298
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Post by Finnerator Rudderbow on Nov 6, 2006 19:20:53 GMT -5
*Finnerator had slept soundly that night despite the cold draft that came in under the creaky floorboards. Unfortunately, that sleep was soon interrupted by Sandegar's yelling. She woke with a start and rolled over in bed with a groan. Needless to say, Finnerator was not a morning person. She silently cursed the hare for the wakeup call. Crazy beast is just promoted and already he's ordering the whole barracks around she thought resentfully. Not that she didn't like Sandegar, but the otter disliked waking up early and she hated cleaning*
*After lying in bed for a few more minutes, the sea otter's sense of duty finally got to her and she sat up, placing her bare footpaws on the cold wooden floor. With much yawning, she changed out of her nightgown into a longsleeved tunic and pants. By the time the ottermaid was pulling on her work boots she was fully awake and ready to start the day. Well, if we're going to clean this miserable excuse for a living place up, then I'm going to do it on a full stomach Finnerator decided with determination. She combed her headfur, and when she looked relatively presentable in her looking mirror, the ottermaid grabbed a warm jacket and entered the main hallway*
*There was a definite chill in the air. Winter was on it's way. Suddenly it struck her that buildings were supposed to be warmer than the outdoors. For the first time, the otter also noticed mold in the corners of the walls from the damp, worn floorboards, and chipped paint. The dust was also a prominent feature in these barracks. Finnerator could only wonder why she had not noticed these things before. Well, somebody did and now we're going to do something about it.*
*The otter nodded in greeting to those she saw walk by in the halls, though she was not really interested in conversation. Finnerator's stomach was grumbling and if the fortress was not under attack and nothing was burning to the ground, then she saw it fit to feed herself before getting to work. On the way out she called to Sandegar* Ahoy, I'll be right back to help after I break my fast down in the mess. *Without waiting for a reply, the ottermaid walked straight towards the mess hall to see what she could scrounge up*
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Post by Songwind and Brawn Oakbrush. on Nov 9, 2006 8:27:39 GMT -5
**Song smiled kindly at Rachelle, who was one of the few beasts near to her own age. Tha maid opened the chest, and pulled out anothere lacy old apron, which smelled stronly of lavender. The pretty squirrel squished up her nose at the sight of two mothballs faalling out of it as she held it up, offering it to Rachelle.**
Well, its not completley destroyed, I just don't like housework.
**A small yawn escaped the little squirrels mouth. She entered her room again, its dust and dirt. Guess Brawn couldn't do this. She thought resentfully. The maid leaned over the floor and started picking up all of Brawn's clothes which he left all over. Song sighed as she sat down on the floor and started trying to descrimanate what was dirty and what was clean. She pulled out a pastie and looked at the mold on the walls. Her face screwed up and shee felt like hurlinng the pastie. She swallowed it and put down the clothes after picking up a rag. She went over to the washbasin and wet the rag. Song walked over to the window and started scrubbing the moldy wood frame.**
Rachelle? whats up with you? You wanna help?
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Laylark
Ret. Commander
Head Rogue
That's what I call talent.
Posts: 1,244
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Post by Laylark on Nov 17, 2006 23:07:57 GMT -5
**It was easy to tell this wasn't going to be a good day. Laylark had been woken not by the harsh shouts of the new lieutenant but by the sharp chill that drifted through his open window. It bit at his nose, gnawed at his finders and nibbled the tips if his black ears. The red fox curled up into a ball, expecting some warmth from his blanket. Having somehow managed to fling it off when sleeping however he was granted no such pleasure. It seemed he was getting up after all.
Laylark did not like mornings. He did not like getting out of bed. He did not like getting dressed, he did not like getting ready and he certainly did not like the sluggish pace of his thoughts. It was because of this that he literally rolled out of his bed and onto the creaky floorboards. The floor wasn't a nice place. It was while he was realizing this that he heard the hare.**
"'ello, soldiers o' Dominus Nox! It's time for some refurbishment! Yer barracks are in tatters! C'mon, let's get workin'!"
**With a low grumbled he heaved himself into a standing position. He tugged his nightshirt off with some difficulty and pulled a cream tunic over his bare chest with even more difficulty. A paw fumbled around in his trunk as he stared bleary-eyed at the floor. When his paw emerged with a pair of pants, he nearly tripped over himself putting them on. Yes, this was going to be a bad day.
When the commander finally emerged from his room he'd added a vest to his outfit. He saw no need for his belts in cleaning. The sound of his footfalls filled the filth corridor until he reached the door, which he promptly opened. Stepping out into the cold yet sunny outside, he trudged over to where the other were gathered There stood rubbing his arms with slouched shoulders in a most un-commanderly fashion.**
Mornin' all.
**His words were merely a sleepy mumble. Oh this was indeed going to be a bad day.**
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Post by Songwind and Brawn Oakbrush. on Nov 19, 2006 20:34:35 GMT -5
**Song smiled at Her commander.The pretty squirrel fished lacing up her leather vest and tying on the sleeves. She noticed his sleepy face and unhappy features and smiled gently at him. The maid's reddish gold highlights glinted in the small amount of the cold winter light shining throught the dirty window.**
Morning!
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Post by Tasna and Willowtail Riverend on Nov 25, 2006 14:08:14 GMT -5
*Tasna opened her eyes and saw the light outside. She put her head under her pillow. When a cold breeze snuck in from her cracked window and hit her face, she groaned and lazily sat up in her bed. Yawning, she stood up and went over to the chest on the floor at the end of her bed. She opened it and dug through it, looking for a tunic to wear in this weather. Finally she found one and started looking for a skirt and an apron. When she had everything, she took off her nightgown and put on her cream tunic and skirt.
Suddenly she heard Sandegar's voice from outside. None of the words registered in her mind but she knew that today wasn't going to be relaxing. While she was putting on her apron, a gust of wind hit her again and she shivered. Now she was awake. Feeling an emptiness inside her stomach, she grabbed an apple off of a piece of the wall hanging out that she used for a shelf. She bit into the apple and walked out of her room. Tasna then left the building and into the cold air outside.*
Hello everyone! *She said with a smile*
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Finnerator Rudderbow
Ret. War Commander
Ret. Head Ranger
Also known as Fishtail Dirkslash
Posts: 298
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Post by Finnerator Rudderbow on Nov 26, 2006 15:10:50 GMT -5
*Finnerator returned to the barracks with a basket full of fruit and pastries. The sea otter had gone down to the mess hall to find a batch of them baked up for the morning and decided to bring them over to the barracks, figuring that more work would get done that day if less beasts were traveling to the mess to get food. She had already eaten one of the pastries on her way over and was now munching on a ripe looking pear*
*Taking a pause from her eating, she called out to the others in the barracks* I brought some breakfast for anyone who wants it! *Finnerator put the pear back in her mouth, giving herself a free paw. She then moved a vase of dead flowers from a small table by the entrance and put the basket on it. Then the ottermaid placed the vase under the table to deal with later, but took the dead flowers and tossed them into a nearby trashcan. Following them was a pear core as she swallowed the remaining fruit*
*With the important business of eating out of the way, Finnerator walked back to her room to assess the situation. The sea otter looked up and down the walls, noting cobwebs in the corners and mold growing up the wall by the window. The paint was peeling on all the walls and some of the exposed wood, namely that of the window, had begun to rot. The floor itself looked fine, other than the fact that it was covered in dust and dirt tracked in over time. Finnerator looked to the bed and tried to remember the last time she'd washed the sheets, but couldn't. The ottermaid heaved a deep sigh. It looked like she had her work cut out for her*
*Finally, she decided to start by replacing some of the old rotted wood. There would be no point in painting or dusting until that was done so the otter left the barracks a second time to find some spare wood that could be used for repairs and to fetch the necessary tools*
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Nov 26, 2006 15:48:17 GMT -5
Morning Finnerator. Seen Horus anywhere?
**Raiden called to the otter Lieutenant as both he went down the crooked stairs and sheleft the building.**
I think I'll start on the stairs. Somebe... Woah!
**Raiden put his footpaw through the rotten wood steps, and went tail over snout tumbleing down the stairs.**
Well that hurt like hell. I definatly need to work.. LOOK OUT!!
Huh? Wh... Agh!
**Zahi followed her husband's descent and tumbled down the stairs to land in a dazed heap half ontop of Raiden, and half on the floor.**
Ow...
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Post by Tasna and Willowtail Riverend on Nov 27, 2006 16:10:06 GMT -5
*Tasna starts walking into the barracks when she hears a yell. She broke into a run to see what had happend. She trips on a broken floorboard and goes flying, landing on top of Zahi. She hastily got up apologizing for landing on Zahi and Raiden with such an amount of force.* What in the world happend here? *She looks up the stairs at the hole next to Finnerator and back at the two beasts on the floor.* Oh...
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Finnerator Rudderbow
Ret. War Commander
Ret. Head Ranger
Also known as Fishtail Dirkslash
Posts: 298
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Post by Finnerator Rudderbow on Nov 27, 2006 18:19:32 GMT -5
*Finnerator shrugged at the mention of Horus* I wouldn't know where he was. I'm not even sure that I've met the beast yet. You'll have to point him out to me whenever he comes to help. *The sea otter told Raiden as she left the barracks. She was hardly a second or two out the door when she heard a crash and a yell from Raiden. The ottermaid came trotted back inside just in time to see Zahi fall on top of him, followed by Tasna* Dang, looks like I left just in time. Is anybeast injured? *Finnerator said, as she walked over to help them up* That was a nasty fall.
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Nov 27, 2006 18:26:54 GMT -5
Only my pride... I'm no cushion...
**Raiden hauls himself upright, making sure he's completely fine.**
An' by the way, Horus is a grey wolf. Hammer and sword are in his belt quite often.
Owwww... I think I have more than a bruised pride.
**It was true, even Zahi's yelp of pain sounded odd. A small trickle of crimson pooled of the floor from her broken snout.**
Whose call... Never mind.
**Horus enters from a ground floor door to see the chaos. The grey wolf blacksmith sighed, his breth hanging in front of him as the chill air entered the hall. Whipping throught the black tunic he wore, Horus shivered at the wind's cool touch.**
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