Darter
Ret. War Commander
Ret. Head Boundary Guardian
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Post by Darter on Nov 18, 2006 18:19:42 GMT -5
OOC: I'm still here. Expect an RP post by tonight, or early tomorrow morning.
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Post by Mary Narai on Nov 19, 2006 0:19:28 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry about the double post. But is anyone on here? Anyone? Hello? *Points to thread* I last posted almost a month ago! I'm here, but your somewhere else and I can't post unless someone Rps a post where I am, underneath the rocky whatsit.
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Darter
Ret. War Commander
Ret. Head Boundary Guardian
Posts: 1,337
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Post by Darter on Nov 30, 2006 6:26:09 GMT -5
OOC: Eh... sorry 'bout the long wait.
Elena, if you want, you and some of the other people under the rock ledge could RP a vermin ambush, or something.
BIC: The muscular otter nodded his approval with a quick smile at her determination to make sure they came up with a good plan to eradicate the vermin. As she left, he stepped backwards to conceal himself under the shadow of an imposing oak tree, keeping a steady paw on the hilt of his broadsword and wary eyes on the surrounding area. The thick woolen black cloak draped across his broad shoulders helped the otter appear almost invisible against his chosen backdrop. He purposefully didn't pull the hood up so to not obscure his peripheral vision. To the casual observer, it would have been hard to make out the beast's outline.
He watched the shadowed figure of Sapphire make her way slowly among the rocks towards the ridge to get a better look at the vermin camp, until she finally disappeared from view, vanishing into the concealing darkness. With the muffled sound of her footsteps also gone, the silence of the night was oppressing. The otter dared not to make a move in fear that the sudden noise might alert a passing sentry, or a patrol heading nearby. He fought his shivering as the glacial air numbed his paws and froze the tiny beads of sweat on his brow, turning them into tiny droplets of ice which clung to his fur. In a way, he was grateful to the frigid environment, as it made him considerably more alert, but in many more it restricted his abilities. The commander felt the hilt he grasped loosely in his right paw beginning to go cold, and with a twinge of panic that it might freeze in its sheath and become useless should there be need to defend himself, he lifted the wide blade an inch to make sure it was clear in its scabbard before letting it drop back down with a resounding metallic cling. He winced and his muscles tensed, ready to spring at the first sign of vermin; the sound could have betrayed his position. Anybeast could have heard that noise, but he hoped that none had.
As his nerves calmed and his thin breaths drawn against the freezing air grew steady once more, the sinewy otter’s stance became relaxed once more. He let his gaze wander upwards as he leaned back against the rough trunk of the oak. Trees were more scarce, now, as they traveled further North, and as such not many obscured the beautiful star-studded night sky. Snowflakes gently danced downwards, glittering momentarily as the feeble light caught their sides, before coming to rest on the frozen, snow-covered ground. The moon, almost full, shone fearlessly down on the earth, and the commander sighed deeply at the innocence of it all. Had he not given up a peaceful life for one of war and constant fear of being attacked, maybe he would have been able to enjoy nights such as these more often. But he was a warrior, if an inexperienced one at that. One day, he hoped to be free of the call of duty, free of having the burden of defending Mossflower thrust upon his shoulders. If only that day would come sooner…
And here he was, close to the heart of enemy territory, leading a patrol of younglings against near-impossible odds. He guessed that most of them didn’t fully understand what it meant to accept status as a warrior. What it meant to watch friends die in combat, forced to continue fighting for their cause as long as they could still draw breath. Though his experience actually fighting was limited, the otter understood. Understood the commitment it took. Maybe the members of his patrol thought that they were to be trained physically in the ways of the boundary guardian, but his real goal was to train them in the mind and the heart; mentally and emotionally. There was no glory in war. There was only duty. And perhaps honour, the otter added, a thought that brought a small smile to his lips.
After waiting for what seemed like eternity, Darter made out movement not too far away. Squinting through the darkness to see if it was Sapphire, he kept a ready paw on the hilt of his broadsword in case it turned out to be vermin. As she came closer, however, he recognized the familiar figure and relaxed visibly. He supposed the quiet had made him rather tense. At her suggestion he lifted an eyebrow and grinned with anticipation. She really did have a talent for thinking up strategies. The commander summoned up a crude map of the vermin camp in his mind, trying to figure out in advance where the avalanche would cause damage without having to travel back to the ridge to get another look. It wouldn’t get the officer tents, but if it was powerful enough there was a good chance it might hit their mass supply reserves. That was if his crudely thought-out map was somewhat accurate.
He nodded absentmindedly; keeping his voice low but secure. “Alright, matey. Do yer best. I’m going ter ‘ead back ‘n check on ev’rybeast; figure ye should be able ter ‘andle it yerself, eh?” He slipped her a brief wink and reassuring smile before turning around while at the same time ducking low and pulling his hood up. The otter vanished into the obscuring darkness.
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Dec 1, 2006 5:35:25 GMT -5
**Raiden left off from further conversation with Voldrain. He hadn't even gotten a reply.**
How rude. Here I am, concerned for his wel-being, and he refuses to answer me. I mea... Hold everything... What's that?
**Raiden saw some motion to the south of the ledge. Swiftly reilizing what it could be, the mouse had a few choices, warn the group, and try to find Darter's scouting group to warn them, and getting lost. Or he culd blow on his horn to warn everybeast for a kilometre that there was hostiles approching, and to give away the position of the group. Maybe he could just warn the group around him that there was vermin approaching. The advanceing vermin made the choice for him by loosing off a shaft.**
AMBUSH!! VERMIN ON REAR QUARTER!
**Casting off his cloak, Raiden revealed a longsword. Not just any longsword, the re-forged claymore Heaven's Judgement. Drawing the blade, it's secret was shown; an extra guard. As the blade was pulled, two hinged joints sprung out from the sides of the blade before the actual blade of the sword were shown. Un-like the six holes in the claymore, the longsword had ten!**
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Post by Mary Narai on Dec 2, 2006 22:59:22 GMT -5
OOC: Okay... Raiden, I didnt' understand the last three sentences. BIC: * Mary screamed. She couldn't help it, she had to, it was instinct. It was loud and high pitched, perhaps Darter and Sapphire coudl hear it, but she wasnt' thinking of that. The rats charged out of the trees, weilding swords and makes slashes for the members of the camp. She grabbed her bow and started whacking out at every thing she could see.*
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Dec 3, 2006 7:14:01 GMT -5
OOC: First, the blade has been broken. Horus re-forged it. He added an extra guard to the blade, on hinges. To stop the hinges bringing the guard back in, Horus used some steelcoiled into a spring on each side.
BIC: Mary!
**Raiden had heard his fellow mouse's scream, and began running towards her.**
Get out of my way!
**The shout was directed at a rat running at him. When the rat didn't move aside or stop, Raiden back-pawed him with his gauntlet, sending the rat flyingback a few paces stunned.**
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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 Jan 18, 2007 21:47:36 GMT -5
*The hare's eyes swept at Voldarain, and then to Mary, and back to Raiden. Rinafera was tired, the day was slowly turning into night, and the sun glimmered off the clouds making a pinkish orange sunset. It looked as though it had been painted to warm a gloomy evening. He snapped out of it. The scimitar in his hands made a strange sound as he unsheathed it, and his eyes moved to the rat prisoner. Rinafera began to feel unwanted and unimportant. Darter and a few others who were more experienced but not more talented were gone scouting the vermin and risking their lives while he sat leaned back against a log after acting like a vermin and interrogating a rat who knew nothing with such hatred it seemed hellgates were opening. The hare got back up, and strolled toward Mary.
Then it happened. Rats began swarming out of trees and Mary panicked. Before he knew it Raiden was off, followed closely by Rinafera. The hare growled and swung the scimitar ferociously, instantly slaying a rat. They were swarming the two mice, and Rinafera was not happy. Blind rage fell over him, and a hatred for vermin like his interrogation once again fell over. He charged at the rats around the mice, and was killing them in gruesome ways. Blood was on the hare's sword, along with his cloak, boots, and even below his eye. Panting, he stopped to catch his breath.
A mistake he would not soon forget. A hilt of a sword hit him directly in the face, and the hare tumbled down. Almost passing, he grunted as blood flowed out his nose. Wiping the blood with his sleeve, he staggered back up. Rinafera was then stabbed in the leg, and he was back down on the ground. A gash given to him a long time ago opened once more, and the hare scowled in agony. A result for fighting with no strategy was the pain you got when better fighters hit you simultaneously. Rinafera rolled over, and ripped some cloth off from the bottom of his tunic. He tightly wrapped it around the wound, and hoped no vermin would strike him again.
Rinafera stood up once more, rats running wildly around. It seemed like there were four of each one, and he just remembered to hit the one in the middle. The hare could barely swing his sword, but a valiant mouse friend and a courageous mousemaid were in trouble like he was, and that was a good enough reason to tough it out and help. Wanting to feel important has always got in the way of Rinafera, and the hare knew he must learn to be more humble and know his place.
But he trudged on, and watched as many rats ran about. Another came to him, swinging some type of dagger at him. The hare, just barely, raised his scimitar and blocked the blow. He countered it by sidestepping to the left and swing down low. It struck the rat on the leg and down went the rat in pain. A similarity between the hare and rat as Rinafera was struck on the hip and fell down to the ground near a tree. He could barely breathe, much less get up. He hoped, if the Guardians won the battle, they would remember to help him. He almost wept as he listened to the war cries of Raiden and the yells of Mary. He only hoped his crazy tirade would slow them down enough to help his friends.*
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Post by Mary Narai on Jan 18, 2007 22:16:10 GMT -5
* Mary was whacking about with her bow, not really caring where it went so long as the rats kept away from her. She ignored the sword at her side until a rat slipped it out of her sheath and brandished it closse to her. The mousemaid could almost smell the rat's bad breath as it drew closer, making seemingly random jabs at the mousemaid. Mary was scared,and she wasnt' afraid to show it. Blocking the blows with her bow she tryed to stop them from hitting her, but alas, she wasnt' very good at blocking or anything like that yet. So you could take blocking the point of her own sword and a few vermin cutlasses out of the picture. Small wounds dripped blood from her. *
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Jan 19, 2007 5:04:01 GMT -5
HOLD ON MARY!
**Raiden was almost at the embattled mouse, Rina's fool-hardy charge had given him more breathing room, and power to push through the ambushers. His blade flicked left and right, finding targets in the vermin. It was the work of a few minutes to get to Mary's attacker; The one with her sword.**
I don't think this is yours.
**The rat was stuned only for a few moments, before the glittering blade ended his world. Picking up the fallen sword, Raiden felt it's weight, but insted of using it, he made to slip it back in Mary's scabbard.**
I belive this is yours Mary.
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Rinafera Woxwitty III
Ret. War Commander
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Post by Rinafera Woxwitty III on Feb 1, 2007 15:51:13 GMT -5
*The hare found himself in a world of pain, struggling to get his back to the tree. Finally, he leaned back on the big oak. His heart pounded, and blood flowed from his leg like a waterfall. Rinafera pulled more cloth off, and wrapped it tightly around the leg. His eyes rolled. Why had he done that? Well, at least he gave Raiden breathing room to get to Mary. Awkwardly, and very painfully, the hare attempted to stand up. He clutched his scimitar with all the strength he had left, and limped toward the two mice.
It was not very far away, but seemed like a mile. A weasel strolled at the hare, a wicked smile on her face. The female vermin swung the sword at Rinafera. The hare ducked, just barely dodging the blow, and striking the weasel in the hip with the sharp point of his sword. Evarye, the weasel, fell down in a terrible agony. Rinafera growled, and continued onward. He finally approached the crowd of different vermin near the two mice. The hare marched on, his sword thrusting at them. One stoat turned quickly, and struck a sword butt at Rinafera, but the hare sidestepped and stabbed.
Rinafera grew impatient, trying desperately to reach Raiden and Mary. The hare kicked, swung, thrusted, stabbed, and shoved to reach his companions. With one paw holding the scimitar, he punched a rat with a his other, and stabbed a fox with the sword. Pulling out his stiletto, he spun away from some vermin and lept through the crowd, finally reaching the mice.*
We must get flippin' outta here right now! This is not bally safe, wot! We must find the Commanders!
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Rinafera Woxwitty III
Ret. War Commander
Head Boundary Guardian
Head Boundary Guardian && Retired War Commander
Posts: 696
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Post by Rinafera Woxwitty III on Feb 10, 2007 18:18:44 GMT -5
OOC: Guys seriously. Lets post. I want to get this over with and be a Boundary Guardian if I make it. But Mary and Raiden, ya'll have reasons to post now. I've caught up now and we need to get out of that area and find some others.
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Post by Horus Luc Lupercal on Feb 10, 2007 18:49:52 GMT -5
OOC: **Is too lazy to swap accounts**
BIC: Damn it Rina! I may just as worried about the Commanders and every other beast as you, but in an ambush, the only other way out besides victory is down and dead. I may welcome death, but I have a wife to cherise. I'm getting through this. Not just for Zahi, but so I know that Mary's safe.
**Ducking a ferret's axe, Raiden slashed back with his sword. leaving the vermin soldier both defenceless, and lifeless.**
All guardians! Rally to me! Drive the foe back to whichever rock they crawled from under!
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Rinafera Woxwitty III
Ret. War Commander
Head Boundary Guardian
Head Boundary Guardian && Retired War Commander
Posts: 696
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Post by Rinafera Woxwitty III on Feb 10, 2007 21:12:26 GMT -5
*Rinafera growled as Raiden yelled at him and disregarded him totally. The hare was in a bad mood, and his head was flooding in pain due to the shots he took trying to get over there. He risked his life for Raiden and Mary, and the mouse went off cursing and into a big ambush. As he held the scimitar in one paw, he finally drew the stiletto with the other. Double wielding, he ran into the ambush full on. The hare swung both swords like a mad hare, and stabbed into a ferret with no remorse. His mind raging, Rinafera spun and hacked into a fox. A rat attempted a spear butt, but the Guardian sidestepped and unleashed upon him with the stiletto.*
Raiden! I know we must fight but we must find the others!
*Rinafera screamed through pain and through the fact that he knew if he let his guard down he would be hit again. Nothing ever in his whole life could match up to the pain he was feeling, and right before he took another step to follow Raiden, an arrow flew through the air. It was intended for Rinafera but it missed awkwardly and hit the tree near Mary. The hare spun around with rage. He ran up, his tunic covered in sweat. Swinging the swords, he unloaded all of his anger upon the archer fox. The fox had been shoved by another weasel, which obviously caused the miss. So after Rinafera had slain the fox, the weasel approached. The hare held nothing back and he fought with the weasel. But this mustelid was a more talented fighter with a blade than Rinafera had projected, and the weasel landed a cut on Rinafera's shoulder. The hare screeched in pain, and ran the weasel through.
A pine marten was walking toward Mary, and the anger he felt toward Raiden had gone. He had only one mission, bring down the pine marten anyway possible. The larger mustelid carried an axe, and he lifted it high. Rinafera sneered and ran after the vermin. Axelstep, the pine marten turned with vigoration and hacked at Rinafera. The hare approached with caution but leaped out of the way of the big axe. Yelling to Mary, he knew he had only one choice.*
Mary! Get out of here! Run! Find the others! Or, at least help me kill this beast!
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Post by Horus Luc Lupercal on Feb 11, 2007 9:30:03 GMT -5
OOC: **Still can't be bothered to swap accounts**, and Rina, we are in an ambush.Have been since 01/12/06.
BIC: OUT OF MY WAY!
**Swinging the flat of the longsword at a rat, Raiden smacked him aside as he fought his way back to Mary and Rina.**
I'm comming! Hold on! AGH!
**A fox had found the weak spot in Raiden's greaves; behind the knee. Sinking a dagger there, the fox thought he had Raiden. His delusiouns of rewards were swiftly crushed by a back-pawed sweep of the long blade. Grasping the dagger, from the back of his leg, he hurled it at Rina's foe.**
Mind you head Rina!
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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 Feb 12, 2007 16:29:14 GMT -5
OOC: I know we are, but we can still attempt a short retreat into the woods. They have not surrounded us yet, due to the fighting of us two. BIC:
*Rinafera turned as Raiden killed the fox, and shook his head in a amazement. Sheathing the stiletto, the hare jumped behind the big tree and attempted to count the vermin. The numbers were decreasing, and he knew they could not hold them off much longer anyway. Swords flew, and it was twelve to three after Raiden killed the fox. Coming out from behind his spot, Rinafera ran through a fox and whipped around quickly to slay another. Running to kill a rat as he lifted his sword behind Raiden, the hare stabbed him and looked down in disgust as the evil creep fell slowly to Hell Gates.
Rinafera spat at the rat, and turned to slay a weasel. Counting quickly, he noticed there were about half a dozen left and more running in their direction. The hare looked at the mouse, his face expressionless.*
Raiden, there are half a dozen left, and more on the way. We need to kill the remaining and run to a more safe spot in the woods before the others reach us. For the sword! Eululiaaaaaaaaaaaa!
*Rinafera threw himself on the remaining forces, kicking and stabbing with all his might. He threw the sword right and left, up and down, until his arm could not take anymore of it. Thrusting the scimitar into a ferret, the hare glared at him and punched him with a clenched paw. It was almost time to run.*
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