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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Mar 3, 2007 18:53:33 GMT -5
Stand tall. Don't bend or break. Roll with the blows.**
**Raiden's reckless side seemed like it would be his death, four vermin had engaged him in combat. Four armed opponents, against a mouse who had discarded his only weapons. A flash of brown caught his eye, and he turned to meet the weasel about to attack him from behind.**
That's not very nice. Let me teach you some manners...
**Raiden's fist crashed into his foe's ribcage, as the weasel fell, Raiden's knee found a home in the vermin's snout. To finish up, it was a hammered elbow into the back of his skull. The weasel dropped, and the mouse turned to face the others three foes.**
Next.
**A larger foe, a wolf tried his luck. The large cleaver sought the mouse's head, but Raiden wasn't there. Suddenly, a dagger seemed to grow in the wolf's back. The dead weasel had given the mouse a weapon.**
Why don't the pair of you try your luck? I'm open... And I'll let you have the first move too.
**The remaining two, both rats, glanced at each other and charged in with their spears. Raiden danced in between the two poles and dealt lethal blows to his foes necks.**
Four down... None to go.
**Suddenly, the world went white as the snow piled on top of him.**
Great... I'm trapped under snow...
**His paws found two bound objects as they flailed about in a vain attempt to clear a way through the snow; his own longsword re-forged from his claymore, and Rina's stiletto. With the blades, it was easier to fight his way clear of the snow. His head broke surface not far from where he had been buried.**
Sweet air... How I won't forsake you again... Huh? The battle still rages... A warrior's work is never done...
**He hauled himself clear of the snow with a clear mind. All the rage had gone, the beast sleeping for the moment.**
Nullo modo... (No way...)
**There was only a few combat-strength squads of vermin left, the others were buried by the snow.**
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Post by Aster & Sapphire Fleetpaw on Mar 5, 2007 21:43:47 GMT -5
OOC: Raiden, was that snowpile caused by the avalanche in the valley or a snowdrift on the scene that got knocked over? We're not close to the valley anymore, not to mention in it.
And I will get my next post up soon.
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Mar 6, 2007 3:49:19 GMT -5
OOC: Rina mentioned it first. Blame him not me.
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Post by Darter on Mar 6, 2007 15:55:28 GMT -5
OOC: Whoa, whoa, whoa. What was that?
Right, he did mention it, but you could've figured it out yourself. But for the sake of RPing, let's just say there was another drift.
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Post by Rinafera Woxwitty III on Mar 6, 2007 17:33:09 GMT -5
OOC: Rina mentioned it first. Blame him not me. OOC: Holy.... I was pretty shocked when I read this. Raiden, she wasn't pointing fingers for starters. And also, just... I really don't know what to say. I had a misconception of Sapphire's post and I guess I got lost in the trasnlation. I messed up, I agree to that. I'm not putting the blame on Raiden, or Darter, or Sapph. But seriously, Rai, that was a bit... Whatever, live your life. I honestly don't care...
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Mar 7, 2007 13:42:38 GMT -5
OOC:Do I sound like the kind of person who tries to get out of trouble by naming names? 'cause I'm not. I didn't mean literal blame, just a figure of speech blame. Rina said about a snow bank or something comming down, so I went with the flow of things. I don't change a major detail on the battlefield without due cause, nor do I make something happen for no apparent reason. So yeah, sorry for the confusion and the mis-haps of my typing.
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Post by Rinafera Woxwitty III on Mar 7, 2007 14:16:52 GMT -5
OOC: Whatever. Forgive and forget, a wise man once said. But, maybe I misread your post again, but did you say I made something radnom happen on the battlefield for no apparent reason? I was just going with Sapph's post. IC Post coming.
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Mar 7, 2007 15:20:27 GMT -5
OOC: You miss-read again. I said I don't make random things happen. Not that snow is random, unless it's in the middle of summer and it's 38 degrees Celsius outside.
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Post by Darter on Mar 7, 2007 17:09:24 GMT -5
OOC: Enough, guys. It's settled. *shrug* Raiden's statement came off as harsh but he cleared that up by saying it wasn't intended to be. This isn't a debating thread. Back to the RP, a'right?
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Mar 7, 2007 17:14:38 GMT -5
OOC: I'll post IC when there's another post to reply to.
**Waits for fellow RPers to whip up a post or two.**
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Post by Darter on Mar 10, 2007 15:34:35 GMT -5
Dim thoughts swirled through the injured otter's mind. He felt detached from the world, wondering where he was, trying to piece together what was going on. Slowly, as he slipped closer to consciousness, he began to realize that somehow he was lying face first in the snow, the cold seeping into his body as he regained feeling. He thought he could hear muffled cries coming from around him, but in his partially delirious state didn't wonder where they were coming from. He felt like he was in a dream of darkness, where nothing mattered. At least he could rest...
A dull ache in his right shoulder woke him several minutes later. Unable to reach it in his current position, Darter used what was left of his strength to force himself to roll onto his back. Immediately he regretted it as pain originating from his upper back ignited, causing his muscles to clench in agony. Gradually the fiery pain subsided and the otter's breathing slowed. He took a few moments before his left paw reached blindly towards the ache in his shoulder. At first he was surprised at feeling the feathered arrow protruding from his matted fur, but the confusion quickly faded as memories flooded back to him in a sudden rush.
The battle. He remembered getting shot, spinning to the ground, and then the ferret. The knife lodged in his back. The mere memory caused the otter commander to wince. He was badly wounded, unable to fight for at least a good month of two unless he wanted to risk further injuries. But an odd sense of relief came over him as he realized he had survived, after all. At least for now.
Pain exploded through his head when he first tried to open his eyes and he immediately shut them again, fighting to slow his breathing. When at last he had recovered sufficiently to try again, he opened them slowly to stare at the night sky. Stars shone down at him as he found himself wishing that this would all somehow go away. Only the pain seemed real, but in it's consistency he managed to force it back into his mind so that he could focus on other things.
With great willpower Darter at last found the strength inside of him to test his legs. Rolling slightly to his left, he got his arm under him so that he could push himself up into a kneeling position. From there, using his recovered broadsword for support, the otter commander straightened until he was finally standing. Stumbling awkwardly to a nearby tree to rest a paw against, he clutched the hilt of his weapon desperately as his gaze wandered between the slain vermin. As far as he could tell, he seemed pretty much alone among the sea of blood-stained snow and still corpses. However, he was reassured by the fact that he hadn't seen any of his patrol lying dead, and so he assumed that the battle had gone elsewhere. They had probably either left him for dead or hadn't spotted him lying in the knee-deep snow. He would have to find them. Pushing off from the tree trunk he had been resting against, Darter stumbled forward through the snow, searching for survivors.
For a bystander with no previous knowledge of the fight or events that had occurred beforehand, the otter youth certainly would've looked a frightening sight. Half-melted snow clung to his matted fur, causing some of it to stick out at odd angles, covered in a translucent layer of white. Dried, or perhaps frozen blood surrounded the gaping wound in his back and the feathered arrow protruding from his right shoulder. Darter knew he should be dead by rights and certainly looked the part. The only thing that would've convinced anybeast that the otter had not yet passed through the gates of Dark Forest were his eyes, shining resolutely with a fierceness that gave way for nothing.
The clash of steel on steel drew him closer to the outskirts of the clearing, hoping for a sign that Raiden, Rinafera and Mary had made it through the battle. Relief washed over him as he spotted the three warriors finishing off the last of the vermin force that had ambushed them. So they had won, after all.
He knew that he had a decision to make. Call out to the three members of his patrol and tell them to back off or join them to finish off the vermin. At first the second option seemed unbelievably foolish, but it began more and more tempting as the otter's eyes picked out who he believed to be the ferret who had wounded him before running off. Darter felt rage building inside of him. He wouldn't let this scum get away with nearly killing him! Quickly his mind was made up.
"SEASTREEEAAAK!"
And then he was among them, strength temporarily restored with the rush of adrenaline. His unsheathed broadsword swung upwards into play, gutting a stoat fluidly before he spun to his left, bringing the keen blade around to slit the vermin's throat. No time to waste. Looking up from his kill, he locked onto target.
The ferret turned around just in time to dodge the broadsword's heavy sweep towards his shoulder. Darter could see in his adversary's eyes first surprise, then downright fear at seeing the otter he thought he had killed coming after him. The commander didn't stop even for a split second. The ferret only had enough time to draw his long bloodstained knife before Darter closed with him. The vermin's blade hit only the otter's iron breastplate as his life was mercilessly ended. Darter's broadsword ran him through in the same spot where the ferret's knife had been lodged in his body.
Satisfied but unbearably weakened and left gasping for air, the otter youth turned the trio of warriors of his patrol. He drew a labored breath, the strength rapidly fading from him.
"I see ye've bin doin' fine witou' me, mates."
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Post by Rinafera Woxwitty III on Mar 10, 2007 19:20:41 GMT -5
*Rinafera shipped the two blades in the air. He stood over the fallen Commander, and Raiden had just fought his way free. Mary had yet to be seen, but the hare knew she would turn up. He held his new claymore high and stabbed it into a fleeing rat. The rat died instantly, and the Guardian looked forward. We are jolly winning, eh, wot! His thoughts were true indeed. Rinafera left the fallen otter to join Raiden in battling off the last of the vermin. He ran with rushed intensity, finally truly feeling the wounds from earlier. Though he was in a cheerful mood, the here felt every step hurt his blistered footpaws fatally. Rinafera had a feeling Darter would rise, but did not get his hopes up. Crashing swords with a slow and fat stoat, the hare battled his way through the ranks of the final vermin troops.
Rinafera ducked and weaved, lifting the blade from a crouched position. As he predicted, the stoat missed the sipe and fell into his blade. The hare spun and took on a rat. He showed how his training with a sword payed off as he knocked the rapier from the rat's paws with ease and killed the squirming villian. But not all vermin were so easy. A white-tipped fox challenged him with a large cutlass and Rinafera took the first move. He whipped the blade through the air and attempted a side jab from the right. The hare's attack was blocked and he lost a bit of balance. The fox came back with a deadly combination of right swipes and left stabs. He hit Rinafera with a deadly body shot and the hilt of the blade knocked into the hare's torso.
Rinafera gasped and shook it off, lifting the blade to block another attack. But one mistake the hare had made would cost him. He left his right hip open and a weasel took the spot. As the fox encountered the Guardian from the front a weasel attacked him from the right. The hare whipped the scimitar from his right paw just in time to block the weasel's rapier but could not block the fox's cutlass with his claymore. The cutlass struck him in the shoulder and ripped some flesh from his body. Rinafera winced in pain, trying to shrug it off. The hare blocked a blow from the weasel and his rage came over him. Rinafera's old trainer at the Long Patrol, Major Dellohium, had told the Guardian he fought better when he was mad. This was the case indeed.
The hare was in a hole, no doubt about it. But it was not impossible to escape. He cringed as another blow came to his shoulder, but he flipped the claymore up and ripped deep into the fox's unprotected stomach. Growling with menace, Rinafera watched in victory as the fox fell in a pool of blood. He quickly turned to the weasel, his paws moving slowly because of the heavy snow. Due to the weather, the hare moved easier with the light tunic and was able to move quickly with the upper body. However, this was not the case with his paws because of the thick snow. The weasel attempted a stab to the chest but Rinafera blocked it with the claymore and without moving his position he whipped the scimitar down upon the weasel's head.
The weasel blocked it, but the rodent was not ready for the hare to jab with the scimitar. Rinafera ripped the scimitar deep into the weasel's hip and dug in deeper. The strike was fatal; the weasel fell to the ground in a heap. He growled and turned to the others. Raiden had finished most of them off, but Rinafera wanted to take one more. He found a stoat standing to his left and turned to the vermin.
"SEASTREEEAAAK!"
A yell came out from behind him and the stoat was dead suddenly. Darter had returned. The otter commander had gotten up and helped the finishing of the vermin. Two rats noticed there only a few of them left and decided to flee, leaving behind a vixen and a ferret. There were only two vermin left, and the hare ripped his claymore into the ferret with precision and speed. Rinafera turned to the final vermin, standing with Darter and Raiden. Though the vixen showed bravery most beasts do not in that situation. The Guardian took her on but the vixen was no walk in the park. She countered his blows and fired back with side swipes, jabs, and stabs. The vixen was indeed a force to be reckoned with.
Rinafera lifted the scimitar and blocked a blow from the vixen. He ducked to dodge another and even ripped the blade into her leg. The vixen screeched but did not falter. She fought through the pain; it was almost admirable. It was admirable. For the first time, the hare had a respect and admiration for a vermin. Though he hated her, Rinafera could help but notice her bravery. But the hare's quickness once again payed off and he struck the vixen in the stomach with the hilt of his claymore. The vixen fell to the ground and her sword was dropped, yet she did not move. She would take her death like a true warrior and it was one to admire.
Rinafera saluted to the fellow warrior and dropped his blade. The hare threw the blades into the snow and stared deep into the vixen. He was showing her mercy, something the vixen must have never been shown before. The Guardian of Mossflower had proved his right as a goodbeast and let her go. The vixen stood up and saluted back, smiling. She bowed regally, which was very odd for a vixen. The vixen looked Rinafera deep in the eyes.
Ye 'ave done a great thing, hare.
Rinafera was in shock. Not only had the vixen been ready to take her death like a true warrior, she noticed the mercy and had treated him well. The hare did not know how to respond, but his heart for vermin was changed. He lowered his head in silence and lifted it up to speak once more.*
Vixen, you are a truly flippin' warrior. Will you join us at our bally fort one day? I have shown you grace, wot!
Do not git yer hopes up, but I am done with this terrible life.
*Rinafera saluted in respect as the vixen walked away, trudging up the snow and into the hills. The woods were eerie cilent, and the hare had just shown mercy to a vixen. It felt good to him, a feeling the hare had assumed you only get from killing vermin. Rinafera turned to Darter as the otter broke the silence.*
"I see ye've bin doin' fine witou' me, mates."
That we have, sir, eh. Well, we bally won, wot! Ha! We flippin' won, doncha know! Against the jolly odds, wot wot! Well, Commander, we did it.
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Mar 11, 2007 17:04:02 GMT -5
You'd be suprised Commander. I took four on a few minutes ago, and I beat the lot of 'em... That's aside from quite a few on the little trip forwards, and my inner demons; The Blood Curse.
**Hauling the last of his body clear of the snow drift, Raiden stood ready to face three of the last dozen vermin still standing. The snow cascaded from the armoured figure as he shook himself off.**
I suggest you run... I won't give you that much of a chance when I'm amongst you.
**Slowly at first, Raiden began to move towards the three ferrets he had chosen to be his targets. When he was mere metres away, he added an extra burst of speed.**
Ave Imperium!
**Giving vent to the Deathseekers battlecry, Raiden felt the beast inside him stir. He ignored it's sibulant hissings in his ears telling him to slay all in his path.**
I will not give in to the blood curse of my ancestors... Not this time... My body won't take it. I'm pushing it to it's limits and beyond already.
**The first ferret fell, clutching it's leg in agony as the razor-keen blade cleanly severed the flesh. The second lost her tail and ears from a back-pawed swipe from the sword, as she ran past the mouse. The third turned and ran, only to stumble as Raiden severed his arm. Standing over him, Raiden smiled coldly at the ferret.**
Live, or die vermin. I'm not a stone-cold killer, I have a heart. More than what I could say about you if our roles were reversed.
L...Life! I pick life!
Then go. See how long you last with one arm.
**Lifting his blade up from the fallen ferret's throat, he stood aside and watched as the ferret scooted backwards before hauling himself upwards and running away.**
The same's for you two. You help your comrade, he can't go anywhere on one leg.
**Raiden wathced the other two help each other to flee. Turning back to Rina, Mary and Commander Darter, he smiled more warmly.**
Just a few left eh? Definatly have a re...
**Raiden didn't even finish his sentence, he was too busy spinning on the spot with an arrow in his right shoulder.**
Oh joy... Why don't I just paint a target on my arm? They won't hit it any less times.
Ow... Arrows...
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Post by Darter on Jul 30, 2007 15:16:22 GMT -5
OOC: Alright, I'm gonna call this thread over, it's been inactive fer too long and as such would probably be harder to get back into. I apologize for being the cause of this, but on the good side Rinafera (if you bring him back to RP with), Raiden and Sapphire are all officially boundary guardians as of now. I'll make another thread eventually for others who want to become boundary guardians.
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Jul 31, 2007 4:08:19 GMT -5
OOC: Okey... This really was fun, and I think my RPing improved from it's page 1/2 debut, to what it is now.
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