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Post by Mary Narai on Sept 16, 2006 22:30:49 GMT -5
* Mary opened her mouth to speak, to tell Rinafera that he wasnt' being too brutal. Then she stopped, reallizing that he was asking the commander, not her. Of course. But, why not speak anyways?* If that was an outburst of temper, I'd like to see how you usally act. I've seen worse.* The mousemaid smiled, knowing that this was, actually, quite true. Her father always had a short temper with her, as she usually never thought about what she was saying before she spoke. And, obviously those comments were mainly ones that her father, a strict old stick if there ever was one, would never approve of. Reaching behind her from her sitting positin on the log, she put her arrow back in it's quiver, then brought he whole thing in front of her. Counting, she realized that she was one arrow short, therefore she only had 19. Well, that wouldnt' do for any battle. And her rapier, that wouldn't be of much use, as she barely knew how to use it.
OOC: I think I said she had a different sword earlier, but, I decided that a rapier would be far more practical, thus the change. So, just pretend she ahd it the whole time.
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Sandegar
Off-Call Lieutenant
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Post by Sandegar on Sept 17, 2006 1:22:29 GMT -5
OOC: *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? Um, Rinafera? You seem to have ignored my post.
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Sept 17, 2006 7:13:12 GMT -5
**Raiden glanced at Rinafera, a smile on his lips.**
You'd make a great interagator Rina, I never saw such careless disregard for a prisoner's well-being.
**Turning to Commander Laylark, he asked a question.**
Are we finnished with him? If we are, I ask permission to dispose of him, my way...
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Post by Aster & Sapphire Fleetpaw on Sept 17, 2006 19:11:03 GMT -5
OOC: Eek! Sorry! I thought I'd posted yesterday, but apparently something interfered. *Mutters rebelliously* Stupid computer...
BIC: **Sapphire's mind worked fast as she absently rolled another pawful of snow. She pondered Darter’s words, racking her brains for another plan. Some kind of a net. That would definitely work, but a plain net stretched over the forest side would be too easy to spot and burn through. She would need a more subtle version of the net, perhaps a series of wires. Wires! That was it! The river mousemaiden’s eyes widened slightly at the realization. How come I didn’t think of that earlier? Sapphire voiced her thoughts again.** Commander Darter, I have a plan. We’ll need more rope than I have with me at the moment, though. Perhaps we could stretch and tie these ropes into traps, then hide them scattered liberally all over the side where the vermin are most likely to get in. Then we could use our ranging skills to ambush them from a distance, perhaps from the snow or underbrush, or even just charge them in a quick melee. I think that both ways should suffice to reduce their numbers by a good count. **She cast a glance over her shoulder at Tritan, then looked back to Darter, addressing both the otters.** What do you say? **The river mousemaid was slightly out of her element, as she had grown up in a community of mainly mice and was used to having to look down when she was speaking. Besides, she was the only female in the group, even though she had never allowed that to stop her before. Sapphire was not about to take no for answer, and although she tried to keep her tone respectful, her quiet confidence was showing through a bit.**
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Laylark
Ret. Commander
Head Rogue
That's what I call talent.
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Post by Laylark on Sept 17, 2006 19:39:50 GMT -5
OOC: DELETED. Ahem. Oh yes. Just to clarify things, we cannot see Darter and them or the vermin. There are trees. They are far away. Got it? BIC: **Laylark watched the interrogation in silence, mulling over the answers. 6 score of them.... He was almost startled when Rinefera started interrogating the rat, completely ignoring the badger that stood there. Whatever the case, he seemed to get the job done.** Alright... That should be enough. **Laylark's words were almost a sigh. He hadn't realized until bow how tired he was. The fox slunk back under the overhand, plunking himself onto the powdery snow. The shelter shielded him somewhat from the wind but its relentless howl still drove at his ears, and the cold still bit at his skin. Laylark wrapped himself in his cloak as best he could and rested his head on his knee.**
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Sept 18, 2006 7:09:11 GMT -5
OOC: Laylark, Raiden asked a question of you, he asked if he could get rid of the rat once the questioning was done.
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Darter
Ret. War Commander
Ret. Head Boundary Guardian
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Post by Darter on Sept 18, 2006 15:13:15 GMT -5
OOC: Raiden, in RPing, even if someone asks a question doesn't mean the character has to respond to it. Maybe they didn't hear it, or forgot about it. For example, IRL you don't necessarily reply to every single thing everyone says to you, do you? In some circumstances yes, but not always. Laylark doesn't have to reply.
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Sept 18, 2006 15:29:10 GMT -5
OOC: Oh... okey... I try to answer everything I'm asked, unless I don't want to answer it...
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Rinafera Woxwitty III
Ret. War Commander
Head Boundary Guardian
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Post by Rinafera Woxwitty III on Sept 21, 2006 10:23:31 GMT -5
OOC: No, I did not ignore it. But you simply said "Do you speak the truth?" I just started interrogating him. Sorry, my mistake, though. BIC:
*Chills ran up the hare's spine. He was freezing cold, coughing into his cupped paws. Rubbing his arms, Rinafera got up and walked to the large badger. His brown eyes were amazed at the sight of Voldarain, and he felt a bit inferior. Bowing, he remembered that hares were made to serve badgers at Salamandastron. Speaking in his formal tune, Rinafera smiled and was bit more chipper.*
Hello, friend. I'm Rinafera Woxwitty... The Third, that is. I saw you at the Ceremony, so I understand you are Voldarain Blackpaw?
*He looked at the badger sincerely, shuddering from the cold.*
Its a bit cold out here, wot!
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Post by Mary Narai on Sept 21, 2006 21:57:25 GMT -5
* Mary frowned, a bit unhappy that everyone was ignoring her. Bored, she began counting her arrows, again, while thinking about where her 20th arrow may have got to.*
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Sept 28, 2006 15:37:15 GMT -5
**Raiden looked over at Mary, his concern for the young maid bordered on paternal.**
Are you...
**Before he could finish his sentance, Raiden saw an arrow lying in the snow, near Mary's quiver, being the rather helpful beast that he was, Raiden picked it up to give it back.**
I think you droped this, miss?
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Post by Mary Narai on Sept 28, 2006 21:44:28 GMT -5
* Mary's head shot up, looking at Raiden in surpise. Was she in trouble again? SUppose he said that's she's too young to be in this patrol and has to leave? Then she spotted the arrow in his paw.* Oh, I guess I did.* SHe took it back, smiling a little.* Thanks.* In her head she was telling herself off for worrying over nothing. Since when did she listen to other beasts anyways?*
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Sept 29, 2006 4:01:47 GMT -5
You look tense, are you worried? Combat is a risky affair, I remember my first real battle, very scary... You ever need any help, just give me a shout, and I'll be there if I can...
**Giveing Mary one of his rare smile, he turned and walked to the edge of the group of guardians, and sat against an oak tree, watching, and waiting for Darter, Sapphire, and Tritan to return, if they would at all, he had seen the edge of the camp, that was emense, he had listened to the rat, he knew who many there would be, not even he could defeat that amny, and he had fought over 4 score battles, in single combat, each time victorious, and the vermin opponant, a corpse.**
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Post by Mary Narai on Sept 30, 2006 23:32:52 GMT -5
* Mary mutters to herself.* Scared? Huh, I'm not scared. Why would I be?* Of course, she knew perfectly well that she should be scared. But tis' not like she was gong to tell anyone. How embarassing would that be?*
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Darter
Ret. War Commander
Ret. Head Boundary Guardian
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Post by Darter on Oct 8, 2006 18:52:47 GMT -5
The blizzard had died down. Out of the many problems and ideas floating around his head, Darter could only pick out one that stood out as being positive. He had realized, gradually, their near hopeless situation. Away from the reassured comfort of being in a large group, the otter, feeling somewhat isolated even through his efforts to concentrate on the task at hand, had folded into himself. His muscles were stiff with cold. He found himself jumping at every slight movement in the snow-covered underbrush, but felt that even so if he were ambushed the enemy would be able to cut him down before he could mount a counterattack. This, the commander realized, was the true meaning of helplessness. Or at least in his mind.
It was at times like these that Darter doubted his ability as a commander. Right now, he felt a perfect fraud. His battle skills weren't even close to being as honed as some of the others, like Raiden, and he had never participated in a war or large scale battle. Skirmishes, maybe. But still. He was younger than more than half of the population of the fort, being only eighteen. Maybe he should resign...No. With great mental if not physical effort, the otter managed to push back the negative thoughts invading his thinking space.
Commander Darter, I have a plan. We’ll need more rope than I have with me at the moment, though. Perhaps we could stretch and tie these ropes into traps, then hide them scattered liberally all over the side where the vermin are most likely to get in. Then we could use our ranging skills to ambush them from a distance, perhaps from the snow or underbrush, or even just charge them in a quick melee. I think that both ways should suffice to reduce their numbers by a good count.
He was jerked back to reality by Aster's voice, addressing him. By title. Darter groaned inwardly.
However, after listening to her proposed plan of action, the otter nodded to himself. It made sense. Before, though, they still had to analyse the vermin horde's position if there were indeed any slaves or hostages. With only a brief paw motion to indicate that he understood and agreed to her scheme, he continued trudging through the heavy snow. Even if the blizzard had lost intensity, the snow was still as dense as ever, and it was taking a toll on the otter's strength. When they did reach the camp, he dearly hoped they wouldn't be caught and forced to fight their way out. The commander heaved a sigh. If they were, he worried that Guardians of Mossflower would lose their commander.
The snow-covered ground beneath his feet finally gave way to a dry ridge overlooking a valley. The otter suspected that he had just come upon the vermin's camp. Sure enough, a sniff proved that the scent of smoke was still hanging in the freezing air, though the supposed fires were nowhere to be seen. Most likely put out already, he thought. It was getting later into the night, after all.
Darter dropped to one knee, then slowly lowered his stiff body to the ground. He propped himself up on his elbows and crawled over so that only the end of his snout was barely visible against the night sky. Unless you were looking closely, he was practically invisible. Closer inspection would have also revealed the two curious dark-brown eyes peering over the rocks at the temporary settlement below.
From what he could make out through the shadows, there were at least two score smaller tents, with a few longer ones, he guessed for eating. A group of isolated but slightly larger ones appeared to be slightly off to the right. Officer's quarters, most likely. The pale moon, half-covered by the thick clouds, shone faintly, glinted off something shiny out of the corner of the otter's eye and he stole a glance to his left to discover a sentry making rounds of the encampment. The moon had reflected off his spearhead. Darter frowned slightly when he saw this soldier heading even further left, out of his view. Were there even more tents? It was too dark to be sure.
Finally having completed his assessment of the camp, the commander lifted himself off the ground, brushing snow from where it clung to his woolen cloak draped over his broad shoulders. He returned to where Aster was waiting in the shadows, her form just visible because of the dim light cast off by the moon, and made his report. His voice was low, a precaution most likely unnecessary.
"A'right matey, we got a few score tents, officer quarters an' a few longer eatin' ones. Spotted a sentry 'ead over ter my left, dunno where 'e was goin', too dark ter tell. Pity it wasn't ligh'er, but then our cover woulda been blown. What d'yer make o' the situation?"
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