Rinafera Woxwitty III
Ret. War Commander
Head Boundary Guardian
Head Boundary Guardian && Retired War Commander
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Post by Rinafera Woxwitty III on Aug 27, 2006 22:37:06 GMT -5
OOC: OMG, thats hilarious. Hahahahahaha, sorry, SIR. BIC: *Rinafera smiled happily. His smile was washed away as Laylark looked at him with a strange glare. Cocked eyebrow, wide eye, everything.* You know, you're the second hare to have called me that.... Um, Raiden, I guess just put him down. Watch him closely. When he wakes up, you restrain him.... And sure, you can help interrogate him Rinafera.... Um....
*Rinafera flushed and looked down, rather embarrassed. He shook his head rather dull fully, and looked a sad glare back at Laylark. The hare spoke soft, with a smirk in his voice.* Er, sorry, sir. I forgot, wot! Well, who cares? The bally thing is over and done, ole chap, now lest get to this flippin' rat!
*He gave the 'scum' as in 'rat' a stern look and poked him with the flat of his blade. The rat did nothing, he just sat there.*
Tired chap, is he, wot?
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Post by Mary Narai on Aug 27, 2006 22:38:07 GMT -5
OOC: Ma'am? Oh my gosh.... Hold on, I need to laugh. Okay, I'm back. I'll post IC once I have something to post.
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Aug 28, 2006 4:53:20 GMT -5
**Droping the rat un-ceramoniously on the groun, Raiden took a length of rope from his pack and bound the prisoner to the tree, taking off his helmet and laying it next to him, Raiden crouched infront of the rat, glaring at him, and waiting for him to regain conciousness. Smileing, Raiden made a joke he always made in situations like this...**
Ve haf vays of making you talk rat...
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Post by Crystal M. V. Rosepaw on Aug 28, 2006 21:06:10 GMT -5
OOC: Uh, what am O supposed to be doing? Sorry, went camping. And Ty was supposed to post for me....... >_>
Sorry Crys...
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Darter
Ret. War Commander
Ret. Head Boundary Guardian
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Post by Darter on Aug 29, 2006 17:40:16 GMT -5
OOC: You'd be with the main body of 'people', currently sheltered from the blizzard by an overhang of rock. Myself, Willem and Sapphire have gone to scout ahead and get a bearing of the vermin horde's position.
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Post by Crystal M. V. Rosepaw on Aug 29, 2006 19:05:18 GMT -5
OOC: **Curses.** Still lost. **Shrugs.** I'll atempt to do somthin' here.
BIC:
**Crystal shuddered, but dared not take cover. A growl welled deep in her throat. She stood on the rocky overhang, wipeing her eyes with the back of a paw, bease her fur would freeze if she didn't. Even with her fur, she was used to being warm, and the cold pained her liike needles. She could see Dater, Aster, and the vermin in the distance, dark shapes against the snow. Ealier on, she had replaced her blue dress withv on the colo of her wite fur.
Her trademark of orange paws, ears, and tail tip was gone as well. The dye had been washed away by snow. Emerald eyes flashing, she crouches low to the rock, not dareing to let the group out of her sight. She was very safe, what with her fur. Her rounded ears flick as she puts her paw to the pocket of her dress, drawing a weapon she made herself, one she called a Star Bow.
Wishing all the other beasts had fu lie hers, to keep warm and to hide, the pure wish fox sits in the snow, rocking on her tail, chin resting on a small stone. Almost invisable, the small fox waited. And watched. The Star Bow was loaded, incase Darter and Aster needed help. The stars could go far, but fireing one that far would be her last ditch efort.**
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Darter
Ret. War Commander
Ret. Head Boundary Guardian
Posts: 1,337
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Post by Darter on Sept 7, 2006 16:59:54 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry for the wait, I'll try to post an RPing piece ASAP.
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Darter
Ret. War Commander
Ret. Head Boundary Guardian
Posts: 1,337
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Post by Darter on Sept 14, 2006 5:37:19 GMT -5
The woods were quiet; the storm had calmed down. Perhaps it was the presence of the vermin lingering nearby that silenced the birds singing and the crickets chirping, sensing their taint to the area. Or maybe they had already flown away in fear, not waiting to learn what might become of them should they stick around. Vermin were hunters. They killed other beasts; for pleasure, for food. The birds had a right to be scared.
Dusk caused the shadows of the trees around the otter and mouse to lengthen, giving a stripe-like appearance to the earth. Darter found himself more often than not trying to stay in the cover of the shadows in the pale light, thinking to try and stay naturally camouflaged as long as possible before resorting to stealth. Not that he didn't like stealth, he just wasn't too good at staying hidden in the bright light of day, especially reflected off the shining surface of the snow.
The otter looked up, into the shadows, into the light. He was on a mission; not just a simple one, but one that could mean the fate of Mossflower. He narrowed his mind, focused it on that one desire to complete it. Not just this morning, but for all of it. The war. All else was irrelevant to the task ahead. With this frame of mind he found he became a hunter himself; a predator. Scared of nothing.
He thought he heard voices and wondered faintly if it was his conscience before recognizing the voice of Sapphire, outlining a plan. Without stopping his heavy trudge through the ever-deepening snow, the otter cleared his head temporarily of his focus on destroying the intruders, locking it away somewhere deep in the recesses of his mind, and devoted his thinking instead to listening intently to his companion. After she had finished, he told her of his own ideas.
"I agree, matey, but first I think we have got ter keep 'em from advancin' on Mossflower further. Once we have got 'em pinned up in one area fer a while, we cin star' sending patrols out. Mayhap we culd set up a few ambushes on scouts they send out to git their next route, so that they can't git any infermation back te' their chief, 'Hoever 'e may be."
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Sept 14, 2006 16:15:31 GMT -5
**Raiden watched as the rat came to, finding himself tied to a tree, the rat hurled a steam of abuse until he felt Raiden's fist against his throat.**
Utter another curse, and I will make you wish that you had never been spawned scum, you will answer all the questions truefully, and without curseing, do you understand?
Ye...yeah... yeah I got it mouse.
Good, now how many of you vermin are there abroad in this land from your group? Answer me now, or face the wrath of an entire group of trained warriors, and a insane mouse, who would fight to the death if needs be.
6 score of us, all elite warriors, more than a match for any of you.
I ask how many, but you answered my next question, how many scouts, and how many slaves?
A... a score, I think...
You think? Not good enough...
**Raiden hammered his fist into the rat's nether regions, making him howl in pain.**
Tell me the truth, or the next one is harder...
A... a... a score and a half... I'm sure of it, and 3 score slaves.
Thank you.
**Turrning raound, Raiden asked a question to Laylark.**
Is that all we need to know? Or do you want to find out more? Rinafera, you can take over if you wish...
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Sandegar
Off-Call Lieutenant
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Post by Sandegar on Sept 15, 2006 12:14:58 GMT -5
Voldarain watched as Darter selected those whom he would take with him, expressing as little emotion as he could, though his face was already frozen with the cold. He lowered his salute and watched as Darter and the two mice went off, only a slight bit disappointed, not having expected much. He stood against his rock in impassive silence as Raiden brought in the rat with surprising strength for a mouse, watching with a critical eye. He listened to Raiden, Rinafera and Laylark, silent enough to be a mere stone statue. Apparently his comrades had the situation covered, and the badger concluded that he was not needed. Keeping a wary eye on the rat, he slowly ran his eyes over the other Boundary Guardian trainees.
Laylark was a fox, and though Voldarain was not totally unwary, he trusted Darter's judgement enough not to challenge the appointed deputy, enough to tolerate and follow the fox. Rinafera was a hare, with a marked accent and some apparent confidence, reminding the badger vaguely of his absent friend Sandegar. He leaned back against the stone wall and assessed the mouse, Raiden, whom he deemed to be an interesting character to analyze. He appeared to be a strong, weathered warrior, with what the badger thought to be some surprising traits, including the strength in his bringing the rat back for interrogation from such a distance. The sturdy badger let a slight, amused smile curve over his features as he wondered how the unlikely gang would interrogate their prisoner.
Voldarain watched on curiously as Raiden crouched before the rat, who was regaining consciousness. The badger winced as the vermin let forth a stream of curses, and settled back, wondering how Raiden would react. The stocky badger raised an eyebrow at the rat's responses and fright. He had not expected the rat to give in easily to the inquiries of the mouse, and was surprised at what he said. His eyes flitted back to Raiden, and wondered what the rat found so frightening in the mouse, but he judged that the rat was probably a cowardly, dissatisfied underling of the horde to give away such information without reluctance. The badger placed a paw on the hilt of his shortsword, finding comfort in the leaf-shaped blade and sturdy holly hilt.
The wind blew in a strong gust, biting into Voldarain's flesh, spraying up white powder from the blanket covering the woodland floor. He looked up at the stormy sky, relieved that the storm had calmed down, and felt the cool, gentle reassurance of dusk, his favourite time of the day. He was a badger, a natural beast of the nighttime forest, and dusk was the best time for him, the time when he was most fully alert. He dug into the pouch at his wide black belt, and drew out of it a cold crocus bulb, popping it into his mouth. Chewing on the food slowly for nourishment, he closed his pouch again, and focused on Raiden and his captive. He heard Raiden ask if the interrogation was over, and the badger smiled.
With slow, muffled steps, Voldarain stepped over, his black boots leaving marks in the thin layer of snow covering the ground of the overhang. The stocky badger drew his hunting knife from his belt, and playing with it, he crouched down in front of the rat, scrutinizing him with a sense of increasing suspicion. The rat had a determined, mocking air, one which disturbed the middle-aged badger greatly. He considered the answers he had given, and the validity of the statements. Deciding that a score of scouts and six score in total were rather unrealistic figures, he held up his hunting knife, and glared into the rat's yellow eyes with his own brown ones. Placing a paw on the rat's shoulder, digging his blunt digging claws in, he leaned in closer, his merciless expression enhancing the grim effect of the scar on his right cheek.
"Tell me, rat, speak you the truth?"
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Post by Mary Narai on Sept 15, 2006 22:03:57 GMT -5
* Mary looked at the rat ,mildly interested.Listening, she kept those curses close to memory, incase she would ever need them. Not that her mother, sister, nor any of the guardians would approve. Then again, she didnt' really care. They wouldn't be on her tail all the time anyways.
She'd never honestly seen a rat, or any other vermin give in so quickly. She listened to the numbers, and grabbed an arrow out of her quiver to see how sharp it was. There was no sense in taking chances, and she wanted every arrow to count. Thing is, did she have enough? I'll check later the mousemaid thought, lying to herself. She knew she had only 20, not any more than that. And if there really were six score... well, she'd have to stay a little bit away.*
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Commander Marie and Will
Ret. Commander
Head Warrior^#black%5Fstar
Meet the Commander: Champion of GOM's Second Sparring Tournament!
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Post by Commander Marie and Will on Sept 16, 2006 13:50:08 GMT -5
OOC: Agh. *winces* Darter, I'm going to have to pull out of this. I thought I could handle it, but I really do not have enough time. Perhaps later on, but, for now, it's just not happening. Sorry!
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Laylark
Ret. Commander
Head Rogue
That's what I call talent.
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Post by Laylark on Sept 16, 2006 13:59:16 GMT -5
OOC: I'll post as soon as I can.... I've gotta get off the comp soon....
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Darter
Ret. War Commander
Ret. Head Boundary Guardian
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Post by Darter on Sept 16, 2006 14:08:25 GMT -5
OOC: Alright... There will be a 'second try' later for anyone who doesn't 'graduate' after the first battle.
Tritan wanted to join, so I'll let him take the empty spot.
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Rinafera Woxwitty III
Ret. War Commander
Head Boundary Guardian
Head Boundary Guardian && Retired War Commander
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Post by Rinafera Woxwitty III on Sept 16, 2006 18:58:51 GMT -5
*Rinafera was in awe as the mouse interrogated the rat, he was simply amazed. Smiling, he nodded to Raiden. Raiden walked off a bit, so the hare took control. He was in his element, being Captain of Communications at the Long Patrol for a bit. The hare stood right in front of the rat, face to face. His brown eyes met with the rat's dark eyes. Rinafera unsheathed his scimitar and held it high, bradnishing it happily.*
Ah, this'un is a good blade, wot! Well, I'm going to ask you once, where are your friends moving?
*The rat shuddered, and spat on the ground. Rinafera was furious, swinging the sword through with intense momentum, the hilt smacked the rat directly in the face.*
First of all, you fliipin' blaggard, you do not spit at me. Secondly, when I sak you a question, you answer or face the consequenses direly. Now, you flippin' piece of useless filth, where are your friends moving?
*The hare awaited in answer, a fire in his eyes. He stared at him with a complete disrespect, a hater of vermin if there ever was one.*
They're moing to a small Pine Grove, to escape the blizzard and get some rest.
*The rat muttered, without pride. The hare smiled wickedly, and got in a bit closer. They were face to face, Rinafera smiling and the rat shuddering.*
Let me tell you a story, scum. There once was a hare, who was young during his first battle. He took a large blow to the head, and yet he survived. Though this hare was never the same, and many seasons later, he completely lost his bally mind, wot! He is now insane, and has a hate for vermin so deep it drives him even more. Some say the hare is insane, others say he is vermin in a goodbeast body. That hare is me.
*Rinafera always was a good liar, and showed as the rat broke down. The rat began to shake his paws and almost cry, the biggest coward there was.*
Now answer me. Who is your leader?
A stoat, a stoat named Dhramus Warclaw.
*Rinafera smiled and nodded, still face to face with the rat.*
Good, I have one more question.
*The rat felt to the grass, picking up a rock as he sat there on the ground. Rinafera barely noticed this, and he walked around the rat. Jamming his footpaw on the rat’s paw, the hare sneered and laid into the rat.*
Answer my questions and don’t think about hurting me!
*Rinafera hit him in the face twice with the hilt of the blade and growled. He stared deep into his eyes, not letting the rat move.*
What are your friends’ plans of action?
*Rinafera yelled, bellowing right into the rat’s ears.*
I don’t know! Cap’n didn’t tell us!
*The rat sobbed, trying to crawl away from Rinafera. The hare sighed, and walked away. Sitting down on the snow, he shook his head.*
I have not done such a brutal thing in almost five seasons. He is telling the truth, he does not know. The bally rat does not know! I’m sorry, Commander Laylark, if I sounded rash and cruel. As well, I’m sorry for making up the story about the insane hare.
*He leaned back on a tree, resting with his scimitar. He looked up at the sky, his eyes glimmering with grief and regret.*
I’m sorry for my outburst of temper.
*He looked at the rat, not feeling sorry for him but filled with grief for torturing him. Standing up, he saluted to Laylark and marched back to the log, near Crystal. He nodded to Crystal, and smiled.*
Hello, friend. I’m Rinafera Woxwitty the III, who are you?
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