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| IdhrenCelegrusc | This rpg's about a group of mercenaries (duh). They most often work for the badger lord of Salamandastron. The mercenaries consist of a mixed group of foxes, squirrels, mice, and the occassional otter, though the ranks continue to swell. Their base of operations is about a day's march north of Salamandastron in a many-leveled castle.
Name: Beleg Longsword
Species: Grey Fox
Eyes: Green
Appearance:Had half of his left ear hacked off. Wears metal-reinforced leather celtic design-covered leather armour complete with pouldrons and gauntlets.
Weapon(s): Long, two-handed sword and a curved knife.
Age: Approximately 19.
Backround: Leads the Bloodrath (name of the mercenaries) and desides what jobs they take. He allows members to do personal missions if they wish, but they have to be back by a certain date or time. He's seen his fair share of battles (his left ear was almost hacked off in a close battle with a stoat when he was 13), and his "longsword" is known throughout the north.
We'll need some members for the bloodrath as well as enemies, long patrollers, and the badger lord. | 20070718154354 |
| Willow | Name: Zaira Ruintari
Species: Fox
Fur Color: Very dark black, with a little bit of white on her muzzle and tail.
Weapons: Lots of daggers. LOTS of daggers. She fits them everywhere. Lots of belts...full of daggers.
Armor: Leather armor. Very moveable-ish.
Clothes: Black. That's all I can tell you. I'm not good at discribing things.
Personality: She's very mysterious. (For real? Okay, I don't really know. So you'll find out as I find out. She is very mysterious, though. Like Marlfox in some ways, but not Marlfox.)
OOC: When do we start?!  | 20070719160155 |
| Birchpaw | Name: Karia Oaktree
Species: Squirrel
Eyes: Hazel
Appearance: Numerous scars from fights, she has much experiance, though she looks somewhat dainty for a warrior.
Weapon(s): Two rapiers, many daggers, her bare paws.
Age: Approximately 23.
Backround: Raised to the sword, she never goes anywhere without her weapons. She's used to making do with what she's got. Her parents were killed when she was yong. She was an escaped slave from a corsair ship, Deathtalon. She always watches the shore for this ship, not wanting to rest until its captain and crew are dead. | 20070720182105 |
| Birchpaw | And uh...I guess I'll be a random person... | 20070721092439 |
| Loki | Name: Loki Ironfist
Species: Wolverine
Fur Color: Grey with the odd brown hairs mixed in.
Weapons: A Huge Spiked Steel Club
Armor: Chain Mail with Breastplate and Steel Greaves.
Clothes: Dark Brown Shirt and Trousers made from a course non-descript material
Personality: Loki is a hardened barbarian style fighter looking to lend his skills to anyone who is first worthy and second not going to get him killed with silly battle plans...so far he's found neither but to get by he's lent his service as a mercenary here and there. He heard about the bloodrath mercenaries and marched to see them! | 20070722152029 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | Well, at this rate we'll each need to take on additional random char. Also, who's gonna' be the badger lord? | 20070722180949 |
| Rowan | Name: Locke
Species: Mouse
Weapon: Sword and shield
Clothing: Blue tunic under leather armor
Appearance: Dark brown fur, with blue eyes. a small scar on right cheek, and a short braid of fur looped over shoulder.
Personality: Is a loner, and only joined up to fight. Is fond of socking anybeast that annoys him with his shield, which is circular with a green falcon flying downward on the center. | 20070729213610 |
| Rowan | Age: 17 | 20070729213723 |
| Rowan | OOC: I guess I'll start, with when my character arrives.
BIC: Locke the mouse warrior looked down from a small hill at the camp below him. Several small fires dotted the many tents, and he smiled to himself. He looked eastward, from where he had grown up, and, with a sigh, started down the hill. He had reached the edge of the camp when the sentries stopped him. In a flash, he drew his sword, both his eyes and his blade flashing dangerously. "First beast to put a paw near me gets it chopped off! I am a traveler here and you have no right to hamper me!" He lifted his shield, as several of the sentries had bows and slings. | 20070729214901 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | OOC: Are you meeting up with my mercs, or another group? If my mercs, you'd be meeting us in a castle or most likely camped around Salamandastron. | 20070802094312 |
| Birchpaw | Karia strode purposefully along the shore, peering out to sea. "Again...come again..."
She sighed and looked into the distance. She could make out the great mountain in the distance.
"Every corsair comes by Salamandastron at least once..."
It was getting dark. She began looking for a cave or something on the shore. Somewhere safe to spend the night at least. A holt of otters, some of the Long Patrol...
"Maybe I'll just head for the mountain and find somewhere to sleep during the day...? No, I'd walk right into trouble that way..." She muttered. She knew she wasn't being very quiet, but she wanted to be found, and she didn't care who did the finding. | 20070802112848 |
| Rowan | The captain of the sentries strode forward. "You speak with the accent of one from the east. Tell me, mouse. How did you come to be here?" Locke narrowed his eyes. "I came here to join a band of mercenaries that are near the badger mountain. Now, as I said before, you have no right to hamper me in passage." The squirrel looked long and hard at him. "We will let you pass, but we will not be so lenient if you should come this way again. Remember that, mouse." Locke walked off, calling back over his shoulder, "My name is Locke. You would do well to remember it, squirrel."
The mouse traversed dunes and hills, and by nightfall was down on the shore, on the edge of the tideline. He sat down on a flat rock, and, as he ate his meal, he looked out on the ocean. "What would it be like, I wonder, to sail on that?" After he had eaten, he laid down on the rock, with his face to the sea, then wrapped his blanket around himself and fell into the dark sea of dreams. | 20070802141812 |
| Birchpaw | Karia continued walking down the shore, her eyes blearily fixed on Salamandastron, when something caught her eye.
[i]There's somebeast out there...who else wanders the shore alone?[/i]
She paused to consider the mouse sleeping on the shore, then moved back away from the sea.
She quickly made a small hollow in the sand and dozed off, one hand on the hilt of her rapier.
[i]Let anything try to get Karia...let them come...Never again...never again...[/i] | 20070803122106 |
| Rowan | Dawn broke over the western beaches. Locke woke to the dazzling brightness, immediately rolling over to shield his eyes. He sat up, put on his cloak, then walked off south, towards the badger mountain. He then spied somebeast sleeping in a hollow in the sand. Locke walked closer, and then pressed his sword to the squirrel's throat. "Up on your paws, miss." | 20070803150704 |
| Birchpaw | "Can't really do that until you get that frogsticker away from me...do me a favor, move to the left, the sunlight's getting in my eyes." Karia remained alert, but still feigned sounding sleepy.
[i]Good morning to you too, do you always harass sleeping strangers like this?[/i] She thought irritably. It wasn't much of a good wake-up call. | 20070803153636 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | Beleg Longsword was usually one of the early risers of his band of mercenaries, and that day was no different. He had risen at about dawn to admire the sunrise as he took care of his weapons. He and his fellow officers had their tents on a small hill, just above the other mercenaries. Having their tents above theirs was the only way they showed their superior rank, as except for rank, all were treated as equals in the mercenaries. He cleaned his weapons and large brown-coloured metal shield (cleaned but not polished, as the glint off of a polished weapon or piece of armour would be a fatal giveaway to your position) as he watched the sunrise, also watching the mountain's main door, waiting for the assignment that the Badger Lord Brom had said he would give them the night before. His soldiers were getting restless, and he himself was missing his fortress to the north of Salamandastron, the only home he'd ever known. | 20070803184555 |
| Rowan | OOC: Is your shield bronze? Bronze is usually a brownish color. | 20070804081140 |
| Rowan | BIC: Locke moved away from the squirrelmaid, sheathing his sword as he did so. "My name is Locke. I'm from the east. Who are you?" | 20070804081304 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | OOC: I based it on Boromir's shield.
BIC: Away off in the distance, Beleg watched a hare leave the mountain and begin threading her way through the mercenary camp, on the way saying hello to all the mercenaries she knew. When she finally arrived next to the cross-legged Beleg, she delivered her message: "Hullo Beleg, Lord Brom sends his regards. You are to travel south until you are near the border if Southsward. King Verroc has called for aid against the corsairs that are pirating his coast. The corsairs are rising in numbers these days and I don't think we can stop them unless we can strike first. Well, that's about the message, ol' chap. Anything you'd wanna' say in return?" Beleg smiled, he liked the hare, less stiff than the other messengers Brom had often sent. Brom would sometimes come out himself, but not so recently. "Tell the old codger I'll bring him back a walking stick, though judging from how big it'll need to be, we'll call it a walking log." | 20070804084339 |
| Birchpaw | Karia sprang nimbly up and pulled her pack out of the sand. "Karia Oaktree, nice to meet you." She bowed. "I'm from nowhere and everywhere." She smiled. "Yet bound for Salamandastron and searching for a certain corsair ship." She adjusted her rapiers and brushed the sand off of her. "And you?" | 20070804090258 |
| Rowan | "I come from a village in the east. I came west to join a group of mercenaries called the Bloodwrath. Hopefully I'll find them soon. I know that they live either in Salamandastron or a fortress near it." He extended his paw. "They may be able to help you kill those corsairs." | 20070804201532 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | Beleg watched his mercenaries packing up camp, pondering on how much alike he and they were. They were all souls who had grown up alone, having no one until they found the Bloodwrath. They knew no other way of life. Their wages were food and equipment, as in the north where their many leveled fortress was, food was scarce.
Beleg had earned his title by carrying a huge sword at his side. In comparison to human size, the blade itself would be about 4 feet from the upwards-curving crossguards to tip. To balance out the weight of the blade, the pommel made up over half of the handle itself. Only a creature of his height would be tall enough to be able to safely draw it out of the scabbard, much less wield it. His armour had belonged to his father, banished from their vermin band because they refused to commit murder for the pleasure of the other members. When his father had died, he had had Badger Lord Brom work the Celtic pattern into his armour, making it his own. | 20070805144453 |
| Rowan | Locke looked out to sea. "My mother raised me. There's a big river in the east that runs to the ocean, and my father and twenty others built a ship and left a colony when I was very young. My mother raised me, but when she died I came west." He looked back at Kaira, and smiled. "Maybe we could travel together." | 20070805161100 |
| Birchpaw | "Family's dead, I want revenge. You can come with me--if you can keep!" She added. "I know the people around Salamandastron can help, that's kinda why I happen to be heading in that general direction." She flashed a grin. "I can't wait to catch up with those corsairs that murdered my kin."
Her eyes darted from the sea to Salamandastron and back, and she set off at a brisk pace. | 20070805170316 |
| Rowan | Locke followed her, calling as he went, "Remember, if you let your anger get in the way of your judgment, you'll die. Remember that!" They both trotted off to Salamandastron, Locke hampered by his shield. | 20070806100841 |
| Birchpaw | Karia spun around. "Sounds almost like a threat. And don't lecture me, I'm older than you, mouse. I don't charge onto ever corsair ship I see." | 20070807113719 |
| Rowan | Locke began pawing his sword, his eyes growing hard as he stared at the squirrelmaid. "I'm also an accomplished warrior. Many a vermin band has been destroyed because they unwisely tried to rob me." He walked past her, calling over his shoulder. "You would be wise to tread lightly around me." | 20070807151122 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | OOC: How long you guys gonna' trash talk?  | 20070809064316 |
| Rowan | OOC: If we travel together, quite a lot. | 20070809083037 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | OOC: Well, if your aim is to join up with the Bloodwrath before we leave south, you might wanna' speed up the trash talking.  | 20070809094223 |
| Birchpaw | (Well, she considers you the Redwall equivalent of a n00b for waking her up. She didn't wake YOU up. )
[i]No...tis you who should tread lightly. I may not look much...a mistake many never could repent...I'm watching you mouse...[/i]
"Enough idle chatter, youngster, let's go before I decide to leave you behind." She continued glancing out to sea occaisionally as she regained her lead on Locke. | 20070809171654 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | Beleg and his higher-ranked officers had been invited into Salamandastron for a special meeting, to further clarify the specifics of their new assignment. "I must say it's been a while since a fox was inside my mountain Beleg, not counting war time" Brom said with a chuckle, "But I called you hear to discuss specifics that I thought best not for the main body of your force to hear." he said, with a nod to Beleg. "Darkeye, your old enemy, is leading the searats." Beleg started, but his face remained emotionless. "Ol' Darkeye aye? We'll have to give this one special attention then." "Aye," said Brom. "He's up to his usual tricks, only this time it looks like he's trying to set up camp, permanently, not just making small raids. If he does decide to stay in Southsward, he could pose a threat to us. I'm sending you in to make sure that never happens. Other than that, the mission's pretty straightforward. Any questions?" "Do we have a deadline for when this mission must be completed?" asked a captain. "None whatsoever. You can spend the night in my mountain if you want, and leave in the morning." Ended Brom. | 20070809181751 |
| Rowan | Locke had spotted the mountain, and was now running towards it as fast as his paws and the sand would allow. The mouse adjusted his shield so that it would not hamper him, but other than that left his weapons untouched. As he topped a dune, he saw the mountain's gate below. He walked up to it, before he was stopped by the sentries. | 20070810092141 |
| Birchpaw | Karia loped behind Locke, looking altogether bored. She perked up somewhat when she saw the mountain.
"All corsairs pass Salamandastron at least once..." She muttered again. | 20070810165734 |
| Rowan | Locke turned towards her, a quizzical look on his face. "What did you say?" | 20070810181240 |
| Birchpaw | "Nothing of concern to you." She said quietly. "Nothing at all." She fell into a melancholy silence, keeping a paw on one of her rapiers. | 20070810194501 |
| Rowan | Locke turned around, shrugged, then walked down the dune into sight of the sentries, who immediately detained him and Kaira. | 20070811052847 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | Beleg walked towards the entrance to the mountain, intending to rejoin his troops, when he saw two beasts getting detained. "Hm, wonder what's going on..." he muttered. | 20070811162955 |
| Rowan | Locke squinted at Beleg. "Not exactly who I had in mind," he murmured to himself. He pushed past the sentries and walked up to the fox. "Are you with the Bloodwrath?" | 20070812060516 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | Beleg nodded towards his sword. "Aye, I'm their leader, Beleg Longsword. You are?" | 20070812173205 |
| Matteo | New Character people!
Name: Joval (Joval in name, jovial in nature )
Species: River Otter
Fur color: tanish darkish brown
Clothes: Jaunty blue Robin Hood-style hat with a robin's feather stuck in it
Brownish-greenish tunic with a brown traveling cloak, forest-green jerkin
Weapons: sling and pebbles, small dagger, double-headed javelin with extra long steel... "blades" it's like a swordspear but with another swordspear at the other end.
Character: Jovial, merry, good-natured, playful, optimistic, loyal, generous, courageous, fierce, level-headed, quick thinking... basically an otter
Background: Joval is a Redwall otter looking for adventure. He is a fierce fighter, contrary to his attitude. Joval is a young otter who spends half of his time at Redwall, and the other half exploring. Joval hates vermin and has slain many evil creatures (including the infirmary sister! JK). Joval is level-headed and does not make rash decisions. He does not panic easily and can be very wise, despite his attitude of taking everything lightly. | 20070812215009 |
| Rowan | Locke looked at the fox suspiciously. "My name is Locke. I'm from the east." He shot Beleg another suspicious look. "You don't often see a fox as the leader of a woodlander merc band." | 20070813064013 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | "Aye, and I haven't heard of many squirrels that didn't live by trees, yet here you are." replied Beleg with a grin. "If you want to join my little company, show up at the big tent at the bottom of the hill. You can get any equipment you may be needing and you'll get your first wages at the end of our current assignment." | 20070813081143 |
| Rowan | Locke inclined his head. VERY SLIGHTLY. "Thank you. This why I traveled west." He then walked past Beleg, still not inclined to trust him. | 20070813090214 |
| Rowan | Locke inclined his head. VERY SLIGHTLY. "Thank you. This why I traveled west." He then walked past Beleg, still not inclined to trust him. | 20070813090256 |
| Matteo | Joval walked south along the western coast, toward Salamandastron. A good adventure could always be had there, the fighting hares of the Long Patrol were always fighting off vermin. Joval whistled a Redwall tune as he sharpened his dagger with a sharpening stone and stepped up his pace. As he traveled, he picked up some more pebbles for his sling and finding a few flat pebbles, he began to skim rocks into the ocean. However, Joval was still alert and noticed a presence hiding in the sand dune behind him. | 20070813095535 |
| Birchpaw | Karia shook her head and followed Locke, her mind preoccupied by corsairs. She mentally assessed Beleg and decided that she'd met stranger folk.
[i]Is this a beginning or an end? Whose tale will close at the end of this...I'm witing, crew of the Deathtalon...[/i] | 20070813195414 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | Beleg watched the two enter the mountain. "Hm, those two look like they've seen their share of battles, should blend right in!" he said as he strode towards the camp. | 20070813200658 |
| Rowan | As he walked through the mountain, he looked around. Various species of woodlanders lined the walls, watching the pair as they entered. Hares from the mountain were among them, watching them warily. Locke raised a paw to trace the scar along his cheek, something he did when he was nervous. | 20070813201538 |
| Birchpaw | Karia glanced around at the others, then at Locke. She maintained calm, but seethed with impatience. She didn't plan on staying in the mountain longer than necessary, that was for sure. | 20070813204213 |
| Rowan | Locke was now twirling his braid around his paw, another nervous habit. His eyes were flashing, searching for exits in case they needed them. | 20070813210745 |
| Matteo | Joval kept on his journey to Salamandastron, but being very cautious. The animal that he had sensed was still trailing him. Joval whistled a merry tune to make the stalker think he was unwary. However, every muscle was tense, ready to spring into action. | 20070814110910 |
| Birchpaw | Karia glanced at Locke again, then, in annoyance, smacked his paw down. She continued looking around, wondering if she'd see a familiar face, though she doubted it. | 20070814163212 |
| Rowan | Rubbing his stinging paw, Locke began pawing his sword hilt, his eyes daring anybeast to come close. | 20070815062251 |
| Matteo | Joval spotted the vermin camp at the base of Salamandastron from afar. He was confused as to why a vermin camp was not being attacked that was stationed close to the great fortress. | 20070815234211 |
| Rowan | Locke had seen as much of the mountain as he cared to. He turned around and made his way to the exit, past the sentries and into the mercenary camp. | 20070816091638 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | Beleg watched the suspicious squirrel warrior enter the camp, heading towards the supply tent. "So, they decided to join eh?" he said while he spoked his long pipe. "Ah well, we always need more members. If he and his friend show their stuff in the battles to come, they might just make the upper ranks!" | 20070816150615 |
| Rowan | Locke walked through the camp, ignoring the suspicious eyes of the other mercenaries. The mouse halted in a cluster of tents, then walked up to Beleg. "I don't mean to sound intrusive, but where do we get our tents?"
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| IdhrenCelegrusc | Beleg put his pipe down and stood up. "You're heading in the right direction, 4 tents down from here and you'll be at the supply tent, you can get whatever equipment you need there, if we have it in stock that is. If we don't have it here you can most likely get it when we head back north." | 20070816151638 |
| Matteo | Joval slunk around the mercenary camp, heading straight for one of the smaller entrances to Salamandastron. He loaded a pebble into his sling and wrapped the sling about his wrist, ready to shoot at any animal that might attack him. He reached the gate, and quickly darted inside, nodding to the guards who knew him. With that he made straight to the badger lord's quarters. | 20070816152448 |
| Rowan | After Locke had gotten a tent from the supply tent, he set it up among other mice. He sat outside it, cleaning and maintaining his weapons. As he was clipping any splinters of wood off of his shield with a small knife, he looked to the east, nearly invisible through the dunes. "I have nothing left there now," he said to himself. | 20070817063711 |
| Matteo | Joval was admitted into the badger lord's presence and after a good deal of persuasion, he left the Brom half-convinced that the vermin weren't posing any threat to the hares. Joval took a stroll through the mercenary camp, receiving many admiring glances at his double-headed sword spear and being shot many suspicious glares from the more evil vermin. | 20070817143108 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | OOC: Uh, matteo, all the beasts in the bloodwrath are good beasts, plus Beleg had already worked for Brom before and they both knew each other well. | 20070817172139 |
| Birchpaw | (Matteo... >_< )
Karia sat next to Locke, deftly repairing a hole in her pack. "Think we'll be heading out anytime soon?" She asked offhand. Her eyes wandered west toward the sea.
(I might throw in a random villain. For the heck of it.) | 20070817174526 |
| Matteo | OOC: I know the mercenaries are "good", but Joval doesn't trust the mercenary band. Vermin will always be vermin to him unless they prove otherwise.
BIC: After touring the camp, Joval returned to Salamandastron where he discussed with Brom about any adventuring possibilities. He was excited to hear about a campaign to the south, but less than excited to hear that he would have to join the mercenary band if he wanted to participate in the battles. | 20070817224829 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | OOC: Then why did you try to "persuade" Brom not to attack us? We had already talked and he already knew us, so in a way you were re-writing half the story so far, and taking control of Brom and half of the Bloodwrath. | 20070818073613 |
| Birchpaw | (There are squirrels and mice among us!!! As stated in the first post...)
Karia finished repairing her pack and began repacking her supplies. She watched the camp. Nothing was unusual here. The only beast that had passed by was an otter heading toward the mountain.
She began inspecting her weapons. The otter was of no concern to her. | 20070818074740 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | OOC: There are all sorts'a species in the Bloodwrath, but otters and squirrels make up the majority, with a few foxes like Beleg thrown in. Btw, until you guys decide your char. are ready to leave I can't really post anything. | 20070818105626 |
| Birchpaw | (Karia is bored and doing filler stuff while she waits for you. )
Karia put away her knives, satisfied, the quickly inspected her rapiers. "Good." She muttered. She shouldered her pack and began walking around the camp. | 20070818124025 |
| Matteo | Joval searched for Beleg's tent, whom he was told would was in charge of the expedition. He was surprised to see it was a fox but was able to contain his astonishment. "Excuse me sir," Joval said to Beleg, "I understand you are in charge of this group. I would like to temporarily join your band for the campaign in the south." | 20070818133342 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | Beleg looked up from his work and looked the new comer up and down. "Hm, you seem like a capable warrior. What are your special skills?" | 20070818133835 |
| Birchpaw | Karia paused by a tent when she heard a somewhat familiar voice inside. [i]Ah, yes, it's that fox and that otter...[/i] She decided to listen to the talk going on inside. | 20070818141745 |
| Rowan | Late into the night, Locke was still polishing his weapons, his sword shining like a star. Finally, he set his weapons aside and laid down inside his tent, dropping off to sleep quickly. | 20070818161531 |
| Birchpaw | Karia wandered back over to Locke's tent and looked down at his sword.
"Idiot." She whispered. "That'll get you some attention."
She sighed and went to find somewhere else to sleep, not wanting to be awoken by an arguement in the morning. | 20070818164002 |
| Rowan | OOC: IDIOT?!?!?!?!? | 20070818190542 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | OOC: Now now, the story is IC, I'm sure that she doesn't think your an idiot. | 20070818202220 |
| Birchpaw | (Rowan, keep in mind that Karia has had a low opinion of Locke since you woke her up with your sword. ) | 20070818211918 |
| Matteo | "Skills?" replied Joval, "I'm an crack shot with my sling and I'm an expert with my weapon here," Joval pointed to his sword spear, "I'm a fair knife thrower and I'm an excellent scout. Is there anything else you'd like to know?" | 20070818231327 |
| Rowan | Locke's eyes snapped open in the middle of the night. Instinct told him to touch his weapons to make sure that they were still there. Once he had confirmed that his sword and shield were still there, he drew his blade, looking at it. It was a beautiful piece of work. A green pommel stone and a black, leather-bound hilt provided the grip for a deadly, double-edged blade, which had the pattern of an ivy vine, complete with leaves, etched into it. Locke smiled to himself, something he did rarely, even in private. He then withdrew the blade and laid back down, and in moments was once again asleep. | 20070819070633 |
| Birchpaw | Karia found her own place of respite at the edge of the camp. She watched the moon for a while.
[i]I'm going to find them soon, or if it's the last thing I do...I'll find them...
Then what...?[/i]
She fell asleep gripping the hilt of one of her swords. "If that idiot tries waking me up like that again, I'll gut him..." She muttered to herself. | 20070819184659 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | "Good, I agree, you sound most suitable for tracking, so I'll put you in the 3rd division, which makes up most of the Bloodwrath's trackers. They're having supper in their mess-tent, which is the one furthest west of us right now. Welcome to the Bloodwrath!" | 20070820072347 |
| Birchpaw | (What time is it? Supper or midnight? Or both? O_o) | 20070820162852 |
| Matteo | Joval nodded to Beleg, "Thank you sir," and left the tent. He went to the tracker's area and after making some friends, sat down to a passable meal. After which, he found a tent and went to sleep. He slept like he usually did though, with his eyes half open. He didn't trust everybody in that camp. | 20070820225832 |
| Birchpaw | Karia's eyes snapped open in the semi-darkness before the dawn. She swiftly re-arrayed her weapons and walked around the camp, padding quietly. A few other beasts were awake, but she payed them little heed.
She began fixing faces to her memory; she'd learn names later. | 20070821045158 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | Beleg turned to his second in command, "Make ready to depart, I want no stragglers on this journey." | 20070821085709 |
| Rowan | Locke woke as the camp was preparing to leave. He exited his tent, pulling the pole out with his tail as he did so. He rolled the canvas around the pole and attached it to his shield. He ate hurriedly, then climbed to the top of a rock to look at the waking camp. | 20070821094134 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | As Beleg rolled up his tent, he thought about the mission. Usually, the bloodwrath simply carried their tents with them, but on this mission, they'd have to use carts for the tents, supplies and provisions. It was risky, especially since if someone destroyed the carts, the bloodwrath would be without food or shelter for some time, but in this case, it was a necessary risk. As he donned his armor, he added a shoulder belt and another sword, a 2-footer, used for combat where his longsword would be a hindrance. This sword had been a gift from Brom himself for a job done in the past. | 20070821095022 |
| Matteo | In the morning, the captain of the trackers met with Joval. The captain saw that Joval was an experienced campaigner and after a brief informational, he sent Joval to the camp stores to get what he needed. Joval had most of the equipment he needed on him, but he picked up some light cooking equipment and a small tent. He did not want to carry too much equipment that would slow him down, especially as he was a tracker. Joval ate breakfast and began to sort out his possessions. After packing his few belongings into a durable, medium-sized haversack Joval gathered together all his belongings and went to the gathering point. He was early but good impressions are always important. He did not want to appear to be a lazy slob. | 20070821095211 |
| Birchpaw | Karia made it down to where others were meeting. There were a few beasts up. She recognized the otter that walked by them yesterday and studied him and his equipment from a distance. | 20070821145246 |
| Matteo | As Joval breathed in the salty air of the seaside, he noticed a squirrel study him. He ignored it and ran to find the tracker group. He was most likely going to leave first with the trackers to go ahead to scout out the land. | 20070821232426 |
| Rowan | Locke had seen enough. He jumped from the rock and fell in with the mercenaries, eying everybeast near him. | 20070822072201 |
| Matteo | OOC: reguba, you need to post now! | 20070822104425 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | OOC: Lol, well, you guys are just posting one liners here. I actually have to have something to work with if I'm gonna' post. | 20070822112329 |
| Birchpaw | Karia sighed as the otter ran off, then she spotted Locke. She came up next to him. "Did you dull the shineyness of your sword, mouse?" She asked him dryly. | 20070822150128 |
| Rowan | Locke looked at her, his eyes narrowed. "What's that supposed to mean, brushtail?" | 20070822181527 |
| Birchpaw | Karia glared. "I saw your sword last night, all shiney and neat, ready to reflect the sun into vermin's eyes so they can follow us and shoot us down. Have you fixed it or is your tactic to attempt to [i]blind[/i] your enemy?" Her tone had become slightly condescending. | 20070822183857 |
| Rowan | Locke turned towards her, his voice dripping sarcasm and contempt. "No, I'd like the entire world of vermin to follow us! I keep it in a scabbard, maid, and unless you want to be lame for the rest of this trip, you should be careful about the way you speak to me." | 20070823071957 |
| Birchpaw | "Let's get something straight, you dirt-eating pox-ridden half-brained piece of filth!" Her voice grew cold. "Don't get on my nerves, mouse, unless you want to find yourself maimed and left in a place where nobody can find you." She silently drew a dagger as she spoke. "You may have put paid to a few vermin bands. Big deal. I've served among corsairs. And what I've learned from them is not pretty, nor is it anything you'd want to know." Her voice lowered to a whisper. "Don't threaten me. You may have nothing to lose, but I'm not letting an upstart get in my way."
She narrowed her eyes and backed away from Locke, then she vanished into the growing crowd. Nobeast tried to talk to her or stop her. | 20070823155947 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | Beleg had been beside the two the whole time, though because he had his hood up they couldn't tell. He tipped his head back and let the hood fall off, then said "My my, you seem to have made an enemy already, though she does have a point. You shouldn't polish your weapons. You want them to be clean, but you don't want them to shine. My grandfather found that out the hard way" and he made a slashing motion across his neck. | 20070823182212 |
| Matteo | The Bloodwrath scouters received the word to move out, Joval shouldered his load and set off at a fast pace behind the captain. He followed the captain easily and had no trouble keeping up the quick pace. He kept his eyes forward, to the south, scanning for any trouble that might brew. He gently touched his sword spear, you never could tell what was behind the next hill or tree. | 20070823195756 |
| Rowan | Locke shot him a sideways glance. "I repeat what I said before. I keep it in a sheath. If your grandfather died because of a polished weapon, fox, then he was a fool." With that, he walked off. | 20070823202407 |
| Matteo | OOC: Locke should not insult Beleg... Beleg might let a "Uriah" happen to him right reguba? I think...
(think King David) | 20070823204054 |
| Rowan | OOC: HELLO?! BELLEG IS A FOX! FOXES ARE NOT TO BE TRUSTED! | 20070823205157 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | OOC: *Sigh* Did you even read my char. profile. He's a good fox, so technically he's not "vermin".
IC: "Ah," said Beleg, catching up. "But what if you're in pitched battle? You'd better not have your sword sheathed otherwise you might was well not have it. Shiny swords look pretty, but they're as good a signal that you're there as any. Course, it's none of my business, I just like to see my newest members survive their first battle is all." He said, and marched to the back of the line. He liked spending time with his mercs. | 20070824054803 |
| Birchpaw | OOC: Rowan...nevermind. >< If he wasn't to be trusted, he'd be hoping you'd die instead of trying to prevent it. Or he'd kill you himself.
Karia trailed after Beleg now, studying the fox. He looked like an experianced warrior.
[i]More experianced than the last one.[/i] She thought to herself. She continued memorizing faces, picking up a name here and there. She fixed them in her memory, not knowing if they would come in handy later. | 20070824153748 |
| Matteo | Joval had been sent ahead by the captain of the trackers to do some recon. He quietly ran low to the ground, being very attentive to anything he saw or heard. Suddenly, some birds leaped from the bushes all around him and a band of three vermin sprang out of the bushes.
OOC: Somebody can make up who the vermin are and control them. | 20070824173901 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | OOC: Well, I'm already doing Beleg, Brom, and most of the bloodwrath. | 20070826115657 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | OOC: Oy, how come I end up doing all the char....
BIC: The first rat looked the band up and down, then leaned over to his companion, "Hoy, you said there was only two of 'em!" "There were only two of them before! Where'd this lot come from?!" | 20070830104326 |
| Gael | OOC: No my char doesn't need a profile yet)
Suddenly, a fourth rat crashed through the bushes. He was an enormously fat, ugly and smelly rat. The rat was singing something loudly.
"OOH, I've bin a woild corsair fer many a yeeeaaar,
an' oi spent all me HIC moneeyyy on HIC mumbbblm AN' beeeeerrr, yeeehaaah!'
The rat halted and swayed gently. He squinted at the grey fox, then grinned at the other three vermin (OOC: rats, arent they?).
"Arrr, Oi see ye got HIC yerselves a foine HIC liddle friend 'avent yer? Hahaarrr!" The ugly rat swung wildly in the air with a hand clutching tightly to a tankard of grog.
Another rat growled at the fat drunkard. "Arr, shuttup, ye fat slobberchops, we got company 'ere, stir yer stumps an' git back ter the ship, ye great ugly seaslug!"
The drunken rat promptly sat down with a bump onto the ground and started sulking angrily.
"Huh! HIC fat slobberchops yerself... Great ugly seaslug ain't me name...'tis Droolgut, so 'tis...HICCC!!! 'scuse me..."
OOC: Thought this RP needed some comic relief lol | 20070830132507 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | Beleg grinned at the 4 vermin in front of him. He didn't believe that just because you were a rat or weasel meant that you were "vermin", he believed that that title carried with it an evil state of mind that was essential if you were a vermin, which he wasn't. "Well now, you just let us pass and you won't be harmed." | 20070830172400 |
| Gael | Droolgut suddenly stood up, stumbling awkwardly to the big grey fox, until his foul-smelling snout was breathing onto the fox's snout.
"Heeyy, ain't you me matey Riptail? Oi thought ye were dead an' all HIC! Arrrrrr... HIC!!!
'scuse me! Arr, diddent tha' ould capn' of ours slit yer gizzard, Riptail? 'E Said 'e never trusted dem foxes, HIC!"
The ugly rat let out an enormous belch straight into the fox's face. "BrrrAAAAUUURRRPPpp!!!" | 20070901114926 |
| Gael | "'scuse me...HIC!" | 20070901114950 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | Beleg made a face of disgust and resisted the urge to knock his face in. "No, sorry, but it appears you've got me mixed up with someone else. It's true I used to be with some inland raiders, but I gave up that life long ago for a better, and also less villainous one." | 20070901143416 |
| Gael | The fat drunkard burst out with a loud, exaggarated guffaw.
"GWWHAAWWHAAWHAWW HA!!! HIC HAHAHAAA!!!"
The drunkard slowly crossed his eyes and careened to the right. THUD. The fat rat started to snore loudly, while quietly giggling childishly in his sleep.
"teeheehee...HIC...Teeheehee, Riptail be alive, teeheehee...SSNNNOOORRRE!" | 20070901163623 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | Beleg nodded, and two of the bloodwrath moved the sleeping drunkard out of the way, and the mercenary band moved on to the south. | 20070901165917 |
| Gael | OOC: do you take me with you? or do you leave me here alone? just for clarity, thanks! | 20070902131526 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | OOC: You can come, just don't mess up the mission. | 20070902131925 |
| Gael | Don't worry, I'll do my best not to ruin it, but I'll pop in here and there for some comic relief, eh? BTW I'll play a different character too. | 20070904150310 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | 'k good, take any char. you like (sept those already being played of course. ) | 20070904165557 |
| Rowan | Locke looked on in disdain as Beleg brought the rats into camp. "Vermin should deal with vermin," he said bitterly. He then walked off and joined another group of mice in talk of past battles. | 20070904171204 |
| Birchpaw | Karia continued trailing Beleg. She scowled at the rats. She didn't know any of them.
She continued observing the others as she followed the fox, assessing them. | 20070905161357 |
| Gael | An old, but sturdy hedgehog was bustling here and there in her tent in the mercenary camp. She had been taken in along with her five dibbuns into the camp when a mercenary squirrel found the family huddled alone in the forest. They had been driven out of their home by searats and were facing starvation.
Beleg had kindly allowed her to travel with the mercenaries, and her dibbuns were on the beach, building sandcastles, splashing in the water and chasing each other.
The hogwife's name was Evening Primrose, although most called her by Evening or Eve.
She busied herself with a woodland stew and fruit trifle for the dibbuns' supper. She saw the four rats being escorted past her tent, and was curious to see what was going on. She casually followed the rats to the tent they were brought to... | 20070906122733 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | Beleg relaxed in his tent and puffed away at his pipe. They'd made good time today, making about an eigth of the way to Southsward in one day. If there had been less of them, they would have been able to go farther, but it's hard to move over a hundred beasts and carts of supplies and belongings very far, as the creatures would have to match the speed of the wagons, which were hauled by the badgers and other big creatures. The rats that had joined them, he mused, would be mischief, but not enough to worry him much. Unless they murdered somebody all that he would do is expel them from the camp, and he doubted even vermin would be stupid enough to murder somebody in an armed camp the size of his. | 20070906163505 |
| Gael | Shall we skip to Southsward? Like when we all see the castle of floret and go on from there? | 20070907170046 |
| Gael | Shall we skip to Southsward? Like when we all see the castle of floret and go on from there? | 20070907170122 |
| Rowan | OOC: I don't know. It's kind of boring.
BIC: Locke went into his tent that night troubled. These mercenaries were inactive at best. There had not been a single skirmish since he had joined, and the mouse had his doubts about Beleg. He did not trust the fox, as it was a fox that had killed his father in battle. Locke turned and dug into his pack. He looked down at the only keepsake his father had given him. | 20070908081043 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | OOC: We'll go right to southsward after Rowan has his flashback. | 20070908134259 |
| Matteo | OOC: sorry for my delay...
BIC: Joval was sent out with the trackers in groups of 10 to scout out the area for the main body of the army. As the trackers traveled southward, they had to be extremely cautious. Nothing was as it seemed...
OOC: i'm not entirely sure what to post... | 20070909044443 |
| Matteo | OOC:here's some good stuff to post!
BIC: One of the trackers jobs were to hire any other mercenaries to join the Bloodwrath. | 20070909044549 |
| Rowan | Locke grasped the object, and pulled it out. It was a helmet, a perfect fit on the mouse's head. A visor dropped down from the top to protect the wearer's face, with slits in it for the wearer to breathe. The helmet itself was silver. Locke looked at it, remembering his father, whom he had admired very much. He then unceremoniously stuck it back in his bag. | 20070909151257 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | [i]seven days later...[/i]
Beleg and his mercenaries could spy the shining silver tower of Southsward's Castle Floret in the distance. It'd been a while since he'd seen it last, and he hoped that the current king and queen* weren't in any immediate danger.
OOC:
*We need people to play the king and queen. | 20070909185903 |
| Rowan | OOC: I'll scroll Aleara. She might enjoy that.
BIC: Locke walked up to the top of a hill, his shield bumping against his back. He was wearing his helmet, the visor concealing everything except his hard green eyes. Locke lifted the visor, to get a good look at Castle Floret. He smiled gently to himself. His father had had courtiers that were friends of his, and they had only seen Locke a few times when he was young. Other mercenaries gathered around him, looking at the castle. Locke slammed the visor down, and walked down the hill ahead of all the mercenaries. He was anxious for another visit to Floret, and not even that fox could hold him back. | 20070911155115 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | Beleg was known in this region as "Longshanks" on account that he was taller than most creatures around here. He saw a gleaming and ducked, and heard the resulting thud as an arrow struck the tree immediately to his right. "Ambush!" He cried and whipped out his shorter sword and his shield. | 20070912072636 |
| Rowan | Locke was battle ready in a second. Drawing his sword and swinging his shield over his arm, he said to himself, "Finally, some action!" Blocking an arrow on his shield, he searched for the enemy.
OOC: Question, who are we fighting? | 20070912160428 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | OOC: Enemies.
BIC: Beleg was forced to use his shorter sword because of the fact that they were marching through a stretch of forest, and as such, his longsword would get in the way. His eyes weren't as sharp as a squirrel's, but he could tell that it was a band of vermin, all in shades of green dodging to and fro in the woods, peppering the mercenaries with arrows. 2 shrews went down with arrows in their necks, but the squirrels made the enemy regret the engagement by taking out a good many with shafts of their own. | 20070912161949 |
| Aleara | OOC: Rowan scrolled me about playing king or queen on here. I'd like to if that's alright with ya'll. | 20070912203337 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | OOC: Don't mind at all. The more the merrier! | 20070913074216 |
| Gael | The battle was about to begin...
Scores of vermin were beginning to appear on three sides of the mercenary group, whose backs were to the Floret. The green-hued ambushers ran and ducked in a wide circle around the mercenaries, constantly loosing off arrows. Evening, the hogwife, hugged her children close in the middle of the mercenaries.
"Hush now dearies! 'Tis only a few naughty vermin, mister Beleg'll scare 'em away."
As she comforted the babes amidst screams as the mercenaries were picked off by the vermin.
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| Gael | Darra was known through the country of Southsward as the best fighter of all the SSS. The SSS (Southsward Squirrel Slayers) were an elite squirrel fighting force, specialising in espionage, ambush, and fighting skills.
As Darra was the best of the best, he was appointed SSS Commandant.
Darra halted the SSS platoon as they swung from tree to tree. They had been sent to greet the mercenary force, with gifts and regards from the Squirrelqueen. Something had gone wrong. The mercenary camp situated a day's march from Floret was deserted, save for a handful of guards. Darra reasoned it. They must have gone ahead to the Castle. He signalled to his platoon to follow.
When he saw the mercenaries, it wasn't what he had expected. They were surounded by green-hued vermin, and were peppered by a rain of arrows.
Darra immediately gave a series of intricate pawsignals, and the squirrels nodded in understanding.
There was a loud humm as arrows were loosed from the treetops down onto the ambushing vermin.
In front of the vermin leader, a stoat collapsed, a peculiarly flighted arrow protruding from his forehead; the feathers ran from the bottom of the shaft to three-quarters of its length. The trademark SSS weapon.
The ambushers had become the ambushed. | 20070913141454 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | Beleg lead his "Elite" right into the hidden vermin and wreaked havoc. His elite were himself and the first 10 members, all creatures he'd known for most his life, and they were all the best of the best. Beleg took down a particularily big ferret archer with his shield, which resulted in a loud "thok!" as the shield's center boss smacked it's head. With the other paw, he slashed at the vermin that were attacking him with their short swords. He looked over his shoulder and called out: "Hoy, Tan!" A female red fox looked up from her fighting. She was dressed similarily to Beleg, except her armor was made of metal and she used a spear two heads taller than her, named Aeglos**. "Yeah?!" "We have some visitors firing into the enemy over that way! Send them my regards!" She saluted and hacked and stabbed her way through.
OOC:
** If you can tell me where I got that name, I'll send you a million gold. Not much chance though. | 20070913144520 |
| Gael | Darra jumped down from the treetop he was sniping from. To any beast watching, he would have looked a daunting sight. He wore a comfortable emerald uniform, camouflage nets stuck wherever possible. His face was daubed with camouflage. He carried his engraved longbow in one paw, as he carried a light javelin in the other.
The rest of the platoon followed, each with their own special equipment, including large, heavy, pulley-operated composite bows. | 20070913153143 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | Tan finally made her way to the other side of the battle, where she spied the squirrel-allies. She stowed the spear upside-down in the special scabbard that hung from her belt and a leather sash she wore and held up her hands in peace. "Our leader, Beleg Longsword, has sent you his thanks. He asks that you help out back the way I came if you could, as they fighting is much more intense." | 20070913153444 |
| Gael | Darra jerked his head to the voice and grinned mischieviously. He bounded up to Aeglis and looked her in the eye. Darra nodded, and stormed past her, notching a long-flighted arrow to his bowstring. | 20070913153643 |
| Gael | The burly squirrel winched back pulleys on his gigantic composite bow. He let loose the arrow with a loud THWACK, the thick shaft thudded into his target, a fox, went stright through and killed the weasel behind. | 20070913154001 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | OOC: Um, her name is Tan, her spear's name is Aeglos.
BIC: Beleg, in the meantime, was hard pressed. He and his Elite were surrounded and being belted with arrows. "Now! Walking Stone Formation!" The Elite immediately formed a tortoise-formation with their shields, spearing when they could through the gaps in their shields" | 20070913154454 |
| Gael | The platoon did not head straight to the fighting, but instead ran towards the enemy who were shooting at the rest of the mercenaries.
Darra loosed off another arrow, gripped his javelin and charged into the green vermin.
The platoon shouted out their battlecry.
"Sssouuthsswaaaarrd!" | 20070913154620 |
| Gael | Darra thrust forward with his javelin, taking the first rat in his throat. The composite bowsquirrel stood at the back of the squirrels, launching arrows into the vermin at point-blank.
The squirrels did not like close-quarter combat, but it was needed to stop the vermin's arrows.
An SSS lieutenant named Awthcurg wielded non-regulation twin rapiers. She screamed as the rapiers flashed in a blur, dispatching vermin at every step. | 20070913155210 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | One of the Elite, a mouse named Duilin, flinched as an arrow went through his shield and stood quivering next to his left eye. "I can't wait to get back to Gwarestrin..." He muttered. "Aye," replied Beleg. "I miss home too, but if we do want to see it again, honor intact mind you, we should get this over with." | 20070913155335 |
| Rowan | Locke's shield looked like a pincushion, but he held his groud with the rest of the mercs. He shouted over to Beleg. "We should form a wedge! Then we can drive into them!" | 20070913164153 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | Beleg shouted back, "Aye, you and the rest of you do that, we're going to try and get some information out of the ones we're fighting!" | 20070913173541 |
| Matteo | Joval was fighting for his life. As a scout he had been sent ahead to make sure that the area was secure. The vermin had let the trackers pass the ambush spot unharmed, giving the false impression that everything was peaceful. However, as soon as the main group was ambushed, the trackers were ambushed as well. Traps had been lain to catch the trackers and many had fallen to them. The rest of the trackers raced back to the main group were they found a raging battle in place. Seeing the slaughter, Joval whipped out his double-headed spear sword and raced through the woods dealing death. Vermin after vermin were slain beneath the blades of the red-eyed otter, fighting fiercely. Nothing could stand in the way of the otter, with the light of battle in his eyes. | 20070913201406 |
| Gael | Darra and his platoon had won a small victory over the vermin they were fighting. None of them were lost, although some sustained wounds. The squirrels rested awhile. Awthcurgh nursed a large bruise on her head, she glanced at the big burly Composite-Bow wielding Squirrel. "Ah, Gresayple! We dealt yon greenbottoms ye victory, eh?" "Aye." muttered the burly Gresayple grimly. "We sure deed, there be fightin' by yon brush, Awthcurgh!" Awthcurgh squinted at the direction he was pointing. "Where-a-be tha' then?" "O'er yonder, comrade", he pointed again. Sure enough, screams and battleclashes were heard from that direction. The SSS squirrels scrambled up and dashed forward to the sounds. They reached the battle. A clearing in the trees showed many vermin, not the green ambushers, but many, many more, all pouring into the clearing. just in front of Darra, a group of club-wielding hedgehogs were pinned down as arrows thudded among them. Darra called out to the hedgehogs, "Ah, here! 'tis ye Southern Hogtrybe!" One of the hogs spun around, he was the biggest of the hogs, obviously the leader. "Darra! It's you! Ye gave us a mighty big fright there an' all! Cover us while we retreat! There's the entire vermin army comin' after us!" Darra signalled to the SSS to climb up into the trees. As they shot up the bark like lightning, Darra called after him, "Hogs! Run! There be yon fight a-takin' place over yonder! Run-a-past to ye Floret, ye'll be safe. We-a-cover ye!" The hogs stumbled back, as the squirrels fired arows at the oncoming horde. OOC: looks like we need more rpers!
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| IdhrenCelegrusc | Due to the mercenary archers nearby, and the valiant efforts of the now dwindled number of scouts, the number of enemies facing Beleg and his group had decreased. The Elite broke formation unto a phalanxe of shields and charged the enemy, driving them into a clearing. Tan then rejoined them at the moment that Beleg shouted "CHARGE!" | 20070914141625 |
| Rowan | Locke immediately tore into the enemy once more, slaying any vermin that were in his direct path. He ducked a blow from a sword, then stabbed its wielder, keeping the carcass on his sword and throwing the body at the enemy. He then turned a blow on his shield, hit the ferret across the face with it and stabbed him, kicking the body back into its fellows. He turned and shouted to Beleg over the clamor of battle. "There's too many! Unless more help arrives, we're finished, fox!" | 20070915134135 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | "Aye, you're right!" Beleg grabbed his horn that he kept at his side and blew three quick blasts, the call for assistance to the rest of his mercenaries. The rest had went on ahead, attacking the main force of the attackers. He heard a clamour and a mixture of war cries as the main force surged back. | 20070915152945 |
| Rowan | Locke was now fighting for his life. He fought like he had never fought before, becoming blood drunk in his rage. As he cut down a weasel, who dropped with a shriek, he shouted. "NO PRISONERS!" He then swiped a rat across the throat, shouting, "NO MERCY!" His sword was a flashing wheel, cutting through vermin like a reaper through corn. As he blocked a blow from a stoat, he felt a sharp needle of pain coming into his waist. He looked down. A spear, wielded by a rat, had pierced his side. The mouse already felt faint. He beheaded the stoat, then turned. The spear wrenched itself out of his side, trailing blood, and Locke screamed with pain as he brought his blade down on the rat's skull. As the carcass fell to the ground, Locke hurled his shield at a stoat, snapping its neck. Picking up the spear, he fought with both it and his sword. The vermin had him surrounded, and as he swept the spear in a circle, its point seeking contact with flesh, all of the vermin closed in on him. Locke brought the spear in fast, and parried every blow, except one. A sword thudded into his shoulder, and the mouse watched as his warm blood trickled down his tunic front. Locke pushed his weapons upward and threw himself at the enemy, fighting as if possessed by the Bloodwrath. Turning, he hurled the spear at a ferret, the spear slicing a stoat across the chest as it thudded into the ferret's gut. Locke then turned and swept his sword downwards, carving a rip in a ferret from his neck to his waist. The ferret fell backwards, thudding to the ground as Locke leaped over him, slicing, stabbing, and slashing at his assailants.
OOC: I could use some help here! | 20070915155222 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | Freed from inevitable slaughter by the mercenarie's main body, the few survivors were being herded into small groups to be questioned then possibly released (on certain conditions). Beleg and Tan met up and ran towards a flash of metal, which turned out to be the spear that Locke had thrown. For the first time in ages, Beleg drew his longsword. They ran screaming the names of their weapons to the heavens! "ANGLACHEL!" Shouted Beleg, his sword shining with a pale fire. "AEGLOS!" Shouted Tan, her spear cold as ice. Within five minutes, the only living things in the area were two foxes and a mouse, their raiment and weapons covered in blood. | 20070915171355 |
| Rowan | Locke sank slowly to his knees, weak from his injuries and loss of blood. He managed to utter one word before losing conciousness. "Help." The mouse fell on his side to the ground, his chest rising with shallow breaths. | 20070915191455 |
| Gael | NO MAGIC PEOPLE!!!
The swords may have a colour hue to them but NO MAGIC!!!!!!! I am Disgusted by your appaling behaviour!  | 20070916154935 |
| Rowan | OOC: It could just be the sunlight. Now, in case anyone hasn't noticed, MY CHARACTER IS BLEEDING TO DEATH! | 20070916170451 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | OOC: Lol, don't worry Gael, it was for descriptive purposes. In Medieval tales is was common to describe weapons like that. Try reading the Silmarillion or the Children of Hurin. Even though they're both fictional, most of the stories were based on myths.
BIC:
It was nighttime in the camp. Beleg had relented and joined in the celebration of another won battle. He gave a short motivational speech then headed off to his tent, laughing at the ale-drinking song that Tan and some otters were going into (Think Merry and Pippin  jk). He had sent that mouse Locke to the surgeons. He hoped he'd be alright. He showed spirit, plus he was as fierce as a badger lord in a pinch. [i]Yes,[/i] he thought. [i]Definately officer material, though I think I'll give him some more time to get used to the feel of my band. He looks like he has some mighty big chips on his shoulder.[/i] | 20070916200235 |
| Matteo | The battle was over, Joval's shoulders heaved with exhaustion. He had killed many foes but he had not escaped uninjured. A gash and multiple cuts were on his arms, legs, and face. He bandaged them as best he could and returned to the now depleted mercenary force. If the Bloodwrath had to fight any more vermin bands like the one they just fought, it would be destroyed completely. | 20070917032652 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | Beleg assessed the damages in his tent. "Hm", he murmured to himself. "Fifty losses, mostly in the scouting department. These sea scum are getting better, something tells me that this isn't the only sea problems that are ocurring..." Unbeknowest to him, that was exactly the problem. At that moment, a huge fleet of ships was sailing towards Salamandastron... | 20070917160939 |
| Matteo | OOC: um reguba, i think you'd have more casulties... | 20070918031903 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | OOC: Not really. The Bloodwrath are pretty good at what they do, plus they had armor and the archers didn't have much, as most archers rely on speed rather than power. Now, if the archers had been accompanied by, say, spearmen, then we'd have a problem. | 20070918075341 |
| Rowan | Locke was lying on his back in the healer tent, confined to it on the head healer's orders. They had poulticed and bandaged his waist and shoulder, and he could not get out of bed until tomorrow. He wanted to thank Beleg and Tan for helping him, as he had reached his endurance fighting the vermin. As his father had done. The mouse's eyes filled with tears, and he wept in his sleep as the mouse's mind filled with the bloody images of his father, protecting him during a vermin attack. It was three seasons after his death that Locke had resolved to leave his home, and at dawn, tracks of fur under his eyes had darkened with moisture. | 20070919195834 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | Beleg lay on his bedroll, puffing away at his pipe, envisioning his home in his head. Gwarestrin! Wonder of the north! A many-leveled castle within an area of encircling mountains, it's silver towers glinting in the sunlight, it's white walls a defiance against those black-hearted murderers who opposed him, his mercenaries, and what they stood for. He and his Elite embodied the principle that what was inside made you either a good beast or a vermin, not what kind of creature you were. Back when just he, Tan, and the others were his mercenary group, they were known as the Northern Twelve, unmatched in deed and skill. In their travels, they had found Gwarestrin, abandoned to the four winds. He had gathered more creatures to his banner by then, and the Bloodwrath effectively dissappeared for 3 years. During those three years, they had repaired Gwarestrin, cleaned it up, and set up shop. Now it was their base, their hidden city, not even Lord Brom knew where it was. It wasn't that Beleg distrusted him, but he was determined to keep the location known only to him and his Bloodwrath. The hidden gates were watched constantly by the garrison that remained. The great eagles of the north he paid to clear the skies from that area so that no evil birds could take the news to others. It was [i]his[/i] city, his home. He'd lost one before, but he wasn't going to lose this one! | 20070919205449 |
| Rowan | The dawn came cold. Locke exited the healer tent, ripping the poultice from his shoulder and the bandage from his waist. The injuries had scabbed over, and Locke could now move freely. The mouse went into his tent, taking a cloak from his bag and wrapping it around his body, fastening it at the throat with a clasp in the shape of a bird with upswept wings. The bird was inside a circle, which held the cloak together. The mouse walked through the camp, taking in the sleeping mercenaries. He climbed to a low branch, gazing at Floret. The queen and Locke had not seen one another in years, and Locke was eager to see the Squirrelqueen once again. The mouse allowed himself a small smile, somthing that he did not do very often. | 20070920193258 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | Beleg stepped out of his tent, primed for whatever would come that day. He'd had a time of it getting the bloodstains out of his armour and clothes. From where they had camped, he could look out for miles over the land of southsward. He himself preferred the North's cleansing frigidness to the south's oppressive heat, but that fact didn't diminish the beauty of what he saw that morning. It would be a grievous blow if it were to fall to the forces that defiled it. He pulled out his horn, decorated with silver, and blew 3 short blasts on it, greeting the dawn. As mercenaries poked their heads out, he yelled to his Elite to tell all to be ready to leave in 2 hours, for Floret! | 20070920194646 |
| Gael | The Squirrels were glad to have won the battle. They were weary, but the mercenaries had certainly turned the tide with their bloodwrath, causing the vermin to turn tail and flee, the entire horde!
Darra loathed any creature with bloodwrath. He looked down upon it like some sort of a disease. The SSS never delved into foolish things such as battle-rages, as they found it impeded their skills of fighting, their aim, their co-ordination. These were one of the requirements of an SSS officer: to stay calm, never let emotions or rage overcome you in battle.
But Darra cleared his mind as he slumped over his half-eaten mushroom flan. He had lost three of his best Squirrels, not too bad, but he was worried about the vast fleet of searats still out there. There was going to be more fighting, he knew it.
Darra glaced out the small window, and he noticed a mass of creatures were climbing up the long, narrow stone stairs that ran to the Castle Gates. He smiled, the mercenaries were here to greet them all. | 20070922071816 |
| Gael | Who's playing the Squirrelqueen?! We need a Squirrelqueen here!!!!! | 20070922071900 |
| Rowan | Aleara is. She doesn't get on much during the week. | 20070922074325 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | OOC: Lol, btw Gael, not all of them have the Bloodwrath, they're just called that because the fighter's are so fierce. | 20070922093457 |
| Rowan | Like me! | 20070922121235 |
| Gael | If you read it well, reguba, I said any kind of battlerage, that is, if you in any way get a rush of adrenalin and hurl yourself into battle when you know you're gonna die, mateys, yeeehaaa. Sorry, burst of randomness.
Darra don't like it cos it hinders yourskills and senses. Yeah. | 20070922130821 |
| Gael | Can we pause the storyline here because Aleara can't play the queen if we skip this part. I was thinking of some sort of War Council between all the tribe leaders of Southsward, the queen, and the Mercenary Elites. They then decide the plans to attack the vermins (which they don't know are heading for Salamawotsit). At least those are my predictions. | 20070922131107 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | Lol, sure. How about my troops are marching towards the council of war. You guys gotta' get it ready, because I can't do much right now. | 20070922133153 |
| Gael | Righto,
I can just skip on to the part that everyone is alerted that you guys are coming and so on. The banquet is being mad ready. We have to wait for Aleara. | 20070922134243 |
| Aleara | OOC: Sorry! I haven't been able to get on all week...school...
IC: Elidrana stood at the window in her tower room looking at the forest beyond. Watching. Waiting. Looking for the slightest movement that would signal her spies return and news of the battle.
She'd only heard of the it a few hours ago and had sent out troops to act as an escort and to prevent any more such incidents rom happening.
Sighing, she turned from the window and slammed her fist on the desk in ffront of her. The Bloodwrath had only just arrived and had already expierienced one of the many uprisings that had been going on for the past two weeks ever since that one mouse had started opposing her rule.
Striding across the room she opened the door and started downstairs to wait the arrival of her troops and the Bloodwrath. And that one thing Roania had mentioned earlier. An old friend who could that be? | 20070923223658 |
| Gael | Can you clarify Aleara? Why's that bloodwrath thingie coming...Uprisings?..Mouse threatening you??? Please clarify.
Anyway, the mercenary Elite should be at the gates by now. Carry on.
Darra and the Floretian Otter Guard stood in full parade gear in the courtyard, awaiting the arrival of the queen. | 20070924125546 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | Beleg and his Elite, the Northern Twelve, strode up to the massive gate, the same one the mouse warrior and Muta held against a horde, and hailed the guard. "I hope you haven't started without me!" | 20070924201539 |
| Rowan | OOC: When you say mouse warrior, Reguba, do you mean me? | 20070926181204 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | OOC: No, remember from "The Bellmaker" (the book that introduced Southsward) that Mariel and Muta were trapped in the gatehouse and Muta took out a couple dozen of the enemy by raising and lowering the drawbridge rapidly? | 20070926214617 |
| Rowan | Yeah. Sorry.
BIC: Locke walked up near the gate, smiling behind his visor as he took in the magnificence of Castle Floret. Withdrawing one paw from his sword hilt, he took it to his neck, where a small crystal necklace hung. Hung on a chain of silver, the charm itself was a sword, facing point downwards. Memories flooded the mouse's mind. Of the maid he had loved. He had bidden her goodbye before he left. She had given him the necklace. He remembered it as if it had only happened hours ago.
The sun was setting over the village of Farthwyn. The light cast its soft, red glow through the trees, shining on the face of a young mouse. His paw on his sword hilt, a shield on his back and a satchel at his waist. Locke took a deep breath and lifted a paw to walk, to begin his journey and life as a warrior.
"Locke!"
The mouse turned. A mousemaid was running towards him. He turned towards her fully, catching her shoulders before she could fling herself into her arms. "You can't come with me!"
"Why not?" The mousemaid's eyes were locked with his own. He could not tear himself away.
"It's too dangerous, Siay. You wouldn't last a second if I have to fight."
"Then I won't!"
"No!" Locke bent his face close to hers. "I don't want to lose you the way I lost my father. It was only his bravery that saved the village."
Siay's eyes were filling with tears. "Would you not live your life in peace here than live the constant battle of a warrior?"
"It is my destiny to become a warrior. Yours is here."
She slipped something around his head. "If you can not be with me, at least think of me."
Locke looked down at it. It was a crystal charm, honed into the shape of a sword. Locke looked back up at his love.
He attempted a smile. "Thank you."
He bent his head, and kissed her, wrapping his arms around her midriff as she folded hers around his neck. After what seemed like an eternity, they broke apart. Siay turned and walked away, turning back once to look at Locke one last time. The mouse warrior turned and walked down the hill, never once looking back. | 20070927181105 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | OOC: That's deep.  Jk.
BIC: As the gates creaked open, he watched as about twenty soldiers filed out, fanning out on either side of them and saluting. "Wow, didn't know they cared!" he whispered to the Elite, and they shared a silent snigger. As the Northern Twelve walked in, they were aware of the silence, almost unnatural. "You'd find more cheer in a graveyard..." whispered Tan. | 20070927183523 |
| Rowan | OOC: That's a line from LOTR:TTTs. Say something original!
BIC: Locke took his paw from the charm and walked in with the others, eyeing the guards that peered at him suspiciously. Locke took off his helmet, cradling it under his arm. The guards relaxed slightly, but continued eyeing the group as they entered.
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| Gael | The courtyard was silent as the twelve mercenaries strode in. The Castle Otter Guard were lining the courtyard, chins and javelins up, the SSS squirrels stood in full parade gear stiffly organised into columns either side of the massive red carpet which led to a beautiful oaken throne. On that throne sat, the only, Squirrelqueen of Southsward.
Here we ait for alear to greet the elite, i thinks. | 20070928002846 |
| Rowan | OOC: Yeah. Good idea. | 20070928062730 |
| Gael | 'Kaayy, right again. Yep...Alrighty-ho then. Yeah... | 20070928121440 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | Lol, I know it's a TTT quote. It just seemd to fit the moment. | 20070928180857 |
| Rowan | Something about the discipline would have been more appropriate. That graveyard line would be appropriate when the place is all quiet, everybody looks scared, and gloom hangs in the air. | 20070929061830 |
| Aleara | OOC: Sorry guys, I can only get on about once a week. Why are the Bloodwrath coming to Southsward again?
BIC: Elidrana sat on the throne in the courtyard. It was very old and nobody was even sure why they had made it. Whatever the reason it was now used for jousting and greeting allies. Such as was happening now.
She watched the gates creak open as the Bloodwarth walked through. She saw a fox that must be the genral. And there was one mouse that she seemed to recognize also...It was Locke! He hadn't been seen since he left after his father died...
Elidrana stood and stepped forward. Her voice rang out in the silence of the courtyard.
" Welcome to the kingdom of Southsward. I am very sorry for the attack that happened along the way. I fear it is only one of the many uprisings you will expierience here. But come, you've probably had a long journey. After your soldiers are taken care of and you have supped we can talk. If that is alright with you that is?" | 20070929103229 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | OOC: Btw, there was no jousting, as that would have recquired horses, which only appeared in the first book. Plus, jousting would have recquired a feudal system, which Mossflower country doesn't have. | 20070929114226 |
| Rowan | You forget. This isn't Mossflower. | 20070929172344 |
| Rowan | BIC: Locke looked wide-eyed at the Squirrelqueen. Elidrana had grown over the years. She walked with a grace that she hadn't possessed when she was younger. The mouse straightened slightly, and took a deep breath. He did not put his helmet back on, as she had most likely already seen him. | 20070929173202 |
| Gael | OOC: Uprisings? Would goodbeasts be unjust that vermin would be rebels? I thought it was a searat invasion...
BIC:
Darra materialised at the queen's side as she spoke. He looked distrustfully at the large fox at the front of the mercenaries. He did not like those who were angered in battle. It would cause innocent deaths... | 20070930031640 |
| Gael | Sorry, correction: Vermin invasion... | 20070930031721 |
| Rowan | Ignoring the proper way for the queen to approach, Locke broke from the mercenaries and bowed before Elidrana. "It's good to see you again, Your Highness." | 20070930065130 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | OOC: *Sigh* So many misconceptions.
BIC: Beleg bowed slightly, the other Elite following suit. "Are the vermin new to this country or were they living here before? It'll help in battles to come if we know whether they're fighting on home-ground or not." | 20070930070338 |
| Aleara | OOC:Beleg is vermin and is good, so why can't a mouse be bad?
BIC:Elidrana answered Beleg first saying," Some vermin but more importantly a mouse who has been challenging the family's rule since my father's death and has caused many uprisings this year."
Unseen to the others in the group she slipped a note to Locke and winked at him. They could meet later.
"Come we will show you to your rooms and your soldiers can make camp. After we've finished eating we can talk more." She turned to lead the way out and motioned the servants to make ready. | 20070930185212 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | OOC: He doesn't consider himself a vermin. Others do, but he thinks that being vermin is a matter of how you live. | 20070930192948 |
| Gael | OOC: Lol, I sense there is gonna be attrition between Darra and Beleg!
Bic:
Darra held an urgent whispered conversation with one of his Lieutenants, unheard to anybody else. The Lieutenant nodded and quietly slipped out of a small side gate, and out towards the causeway.
Darra tried not to show his hatred of the mercenaries, but could not resist an awkwardly mean glance at Beleg... | 20071001131636 |
| Aleara | OOC: So my mouse is a vermin then...*sigh* Darra...Elidrana expected this...
Elidrana looked over her shoulder and saw Darra whispering to one of his lieutenants. She could guess what it was about.
"Darra!" She called. "There is something I would like to talk to you about." She motioned into a small room off of a hallway they had just entered.She waited for him to approach before she spoke. It wouldn't hurt to take precautions, though he would probably find a way around them...as always.
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| Rowan | Locke knocked on the door to Elidrana's room, and opened the door. The Squirrelqueen was by the window, looking out at the countryside. She turned as he entered. | 20071001171150 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | OOC: You guys do know that "good beasts" outnumber the "bad beasts" my more than 8 to one right? There aren't many rats etc. in the Bloodwrath.
BIC: As Beleg instructed his troops to set up camp in, to all appearance, an unused section of the castle, he and the Northern Twelve held a small council of their own.
OOC: (This'll be a bit long) I need some people to help out with playing the Northern Twelve. I made a list of them. Most of the names are either Scottish-Gaelic or Ancient Germanic (as they're all from the north)
Members of the Elite, aka, the Northern Twelve:
1. Beleg Longsword
2. Tan
3. Name: Duilin
Species: Mouse
Appearance: Wears loose leather armour and a small shield with 5 stars on it.
Carries a short sword with a leaf-shaped blade with a swirling pattern down the blade.
4. Name: Murchadh
Species: Squirrel
Appearance: Wears a sleeveless cloak under a bow and quiver. Also carries a black knife.
5. Name: Alasdair
Species: Otter
Appearance: Wears a black kilt and no armour (or clothes for that matter) above his waist. Is most recognized by his x scar starting from the sides of his forehead, across his snout, and down to the sides of his face. Carries a large scimitar slung across is back.
6. Name: Uilleam
Species: Mole
Appearance: Wears cloth armour and a sallet helmet. Wields two short-swords.
7. Name: Sian (Pronounced “Shawn”)
Species: Northern Hare
Appearance: Green tunic. Speaks with a northern accent, which causes him to say “wot wot!” as “wet wet!” Fights with his fists and hands. Occasionally wears a shield.
8.Name: Ector
Species: Hedgehog
Appearance: Pretty much a leather apron stuffed with knives and such. Has a high, noble air about him.
9. Name: Ceol
Species: Shrew
Appearance: Multi-layered tunic. Uses a rapier.
10. Name: Real name isn’t known, nicknamed “Stone”.
Species: Otter
Appearance: Dresses in dark, billowy clothes. Talks little, broods much. Throws knives and such. If you’re an enemy and see his arms raise, don’t be surprised to see a spike protruding from your neck.
11. Name: Wulf (Ancient Germanic for “wolf”)
Species: Wolf, though he hides it underneath his deep hood. As such, he’s a little taller than Beleg. Uses a quarterstaff.
12. Name: Matt
Species: Mouse
Appearance: Youngest and newest member of the Northern Twelve. Don’t underestimate him though. He’s an incurable thief and uses a stiletto.
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| Gael | Good names!
You know, I speak nearly fluent Irish Gaelic, and Ceol means Music! very interesting names. Maybe the 'Ceol' Character should play music or sing or something! | 20071002135228 |
| Gael | Darra heard his Queen calling him. He quickly straightened his uniform, and threw a quick salute. He followed Queen Elidrana to the quiet room.
He stood stiffly at attention, his bushy tail upright.
"Is there any way Her Majesty a-require-me for any service, O Queen?" | 20071002141026 |
| Aleara | OOC: I'm confused...am I talking to Locke or Darra at the moment? And I forgot what I had planned to tell Dara... :s | 20071002203035 |
| Gael | You were talking to Darra, probably about why Darra was whispering to that lieutenant. I think you knew why Darra was whispering to that lieutenant, and you wanted to talk to Darra about it? | 20071003002645 |
| Rowan | Arnk. I'm all confused now. | 20071003153051 |
| Aleara | OOC: I was going to talk to Darra, but Rowan put my character in a different room...-_- | 20071003211032 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | OOC: Lol, then just go back to the one you were in. Rowan doesn't control your char. so whatever he did doesn't have effect. | 20071004073934 |
| Gael | I'm waiting for Aleara to tell me whatever she was going to tell me. | 20071004134559 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | Oy. You wanna' take control of an elite member? | 20071004135044 |
| Rowan | Let's just start over. | 20071004154048 |
| Aleara | I forgot what I was going to tell you...:s | 20071004223409 |
| Gael | OH GOD... Say SOMETHING! | 20071005073103 |
| Gael | Yeah, alright, I'll be an elite member, I'll be Ceol. | 20071005073216 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | Beleg sat with his Elite, all of them cleaning their weapons in the firelight. "Did you see that squirrel, Darra I think he was, did you see that look he shot me? I wouldn't have been surprised if knives went out of them." Said Beleg whilst cleaning his longsword and smoking his pipe. | 20071005144458 |
| Gael | The shrew, Ceol, sat tuning his lyre.
"Aye, Sir, 'e don't look too 'appy wiv us 'ere do 'e? I reckernin' 'e be a liddle mean towards us, eh? Wot yer say, Sir, shall we slit 'is gizzard, make it look like a accident, eh?"
The shrew grinned jokingly at Beleg. | 20071006044116 |
| Gael | Darra walked around the castle corridors impatiently, trying to find Beleg's dormitory. He had been given a message by the queen, to give to Beleg. He thought wistfully, why hadn't she sent a courier? It'd make it much easier.
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| Gael | As he passed a line of dorms, he heard singing and a lyre inside a room. He paused and pressed his ear against the door. Just as the lyre stopped playing, he heard snatches of Ceol's conversation. He bared his teeth and stormed away, to the queen. | 20071006044908 |
| Rowan | Locke sat in the courtyard of Floret, sharpening his blade. The rasp of steel on stone soothed him, letting him know that he was secure. After he had whetted the sword to adequate sharpness, he began practicing with it. Placing one paw on the flat of the blade, he swung it, then swept it backward and sideways, turning with the blade. Through this, he realized that some of the guards were watching him. | 20071006062031 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | Beleg's eyes flashed to the door as the footsteps receded. "I think you may regret saying that Ceol." Allaisdair and Uilleam got up and went outside of the door, inspecting the area for clues as to who it was, thinking that maybe the rebels were in the building. Alaisdair and Uilleam had always traveled together. | 20071006090719 |
| Rowan | The sun was setting as Locke finally sheathed his sword. The mouse wiped sweat from his brow, and took a deep breath. The guards turned back to their duties, and Locke went inside. Going inside the great hall of the castle, he looked out onto Southsward. To the east lay his hometown. He breathed one word as he looked that way. "Farthwyn." | 20071006221118 |
| Gael | As soon as the door opened, Gael dashed back to where he came from. He walked noisily up the stairs, back to Beleg's room. He suddenly bumped into Uilleam and Allaisdair.He jumped back, and saluted smartly. Then he dashed past them, and burst into Beleg's room. The Elite were sitting in a group, sharpening weapons, chatting and singing. Ceol, the shrew he had heard, was calmly plonking a tune on his lyre. Darra looked stonefaced at Beleg.
"Message from Her-Majesty-a-Queen, Beleg. Her Highness want-a-meet-thee now. In the Great Hall. We-a-muster alla Southsward in arms. Now, Beleg"
Darra slitted his eyes as he stared into Beleg's eyes. He bared his tooth slighly, so that the well-kept canine flashed in the candle light.
Darra turned swiftly and marched off pompously. | 20071007094243 |
| Gael | Ceol looked at Darra dissapearing out of the doorway.
"Aah, Sir, ye know I only meant it as a joke, eh?
think 'e over'eard me? Coulda ye know, 'e woz very angry lookin's at ye like tha' Sir. No-one look at ye in the eye, Sir. Not even me, like, eh?"
Ceol, sniffed, as if shrugging it all off casually, and started accompanying a song two others were singing. | 20071007094539 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | "All right" said Beleg. "Ceol, while I'm away, you're in charge. Nobody's to leave their quarters except you ten. Tan's going with me." As Beleg and Tan entered the chamber of the squirrel queen, he flashed a smile at Darra, staring right into the squirrel's eyes with an intensity that not many had. He bowed slightly to the squirrel queen. "What's the plan ma'am?" | 20071007095405 |
| Rowan | Locke sighed, and went to go look for Beleg. The mouse walked through Floret, stopping at a door where voices were coming from. | 20071007122655 |
| Gael | Darra glared with an injured look at Beleg.
"Thy [i]shall[/i] speak to Her Majesty in proper fashion, Beleg!"
He sneered slightly at Tan, averting their eyes. | 20071007135135 |
| Aleara | Elidrana glanced at Darra out of the corner of her eye. She thought she could trust him, but now you never knew...he was becoming a little too violent towards those she had accepted as allies...
"Enough Darra," she said. " It's alright with me to do away with all the bowing and scraping." She turned and faced Beleg. " I was hoping you could help me with a plan sir. Battle tactics was something they never trained a princess in since most of the time its not us who take the throne. And as long as we're here I'd like to speak as equals if that's alright with you. The your Majesties really does get tiring..." | 20071007141241 |
| Gael | Darra slunk back, embarassed by his Queen's remarks. He muttered a silent apology and focused his eyes on the ground. He couldn't help being angry at the mercenaries, he felt too uneasy among them. Why he did not know, but he knew, he'd never let his queen down, no matter the costs. | 20071007141740 |
| Rowan | Locke leaned against the wall, the perfect illusion of casualness. The sword sheath, which reached down to his ankles, bumped gently against the wall as he pressed his back against it. He pricked his ears up as Elidrana's voice came out of the door, then relaxed again as other creatures started speaking. | 20071007152736 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | "Aye ma'am. And as for you..." said Beleg, turning and striding to Darra, towering over him. "While we are in your princess' service, we are equals. Technically, I outrank you, seeing as I'm a general and you're a captain. You will address me as such. Is that clear?" | 20071007184555 |
| Aleara | Elidrana was a little surprised though she did not show it. Instead she leaned upon the wall watching to see how the scene played out.
Her sharp hearing caught a sound from outside her doorway. It sounded much like metal scraping against the wall. Someone was eavsdropping.
She signaled to a maid discreetly, as if to say for her to fetch tea. The maid nodded in affirmation and slipped out the door.
The Queen turned her attention back to the conversation now that that was taken care of. | 20071007205557 |
| Gael | Beleg, you are not under the queen's service, she is a CLIENT. You are mercenaries!!! Darra is not a captain he's the SSS General, Commander of the SSS. He is underranked by no-one except the queen and the queen's family. So, basically Beleg, we are equally ranked. Sorry, but get your facts right. | 20071008092721 |
| Gael | And elidrana's a queen not a princess, oh forget that one, not relevant... | 20071008092919 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | OOC: Ah, but we were hired and you're not being a very good host. Forgot that part. Anyways...
BIC: "So, what's the terrain, number of enemy units, and how many do we have to combat them with?" | 20071008102810 |
| Gael | OOC: I know, Darra is not hospitable because he's paranoid of the mercenaries, so he hates them. No reasons involved it's just oil and water, they don't mix at all.
BIC:
Darra cleared his throat.
"Well, as-far-as-a-we know, the enemy should have a hundred-score or more of their filthy verrmin, thus provided by reliable intelligence."
He shuffled nervously.
"As-of-a-our-troops, we have ten-score SSS, a few Otter Guard, and of course, our good mercenaric...[i]friends[/i]."
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| IdhrenCelegrusc | OOC: Any particular reason why he speaks entire sentences as one word? Jk. And if a mercenary is hired, aren't they technically incorporated into the army for a small amount of time (as evidenced by the mercs available for hire on CQ itself )?
BIC: "Hm, not much to work with..." muttered Tan. "Aye, you're right. Go inform the others, and bring Stone, we'll need his strategic expertise for this one." Stone suddenly materialized out of a dark corner. "I was already here. You'll remember that you said only we could leave. You didn't exactly say we couldn't attend the meeting." | 20071008134431 |
| Gael | OOC:
he has a strange and annoying lingual habit.
And, yes they are a part of the army but are, let's say alike to the Generals in CQ, different sections of the army. Darra can control the SSS, but not the Otter Guard and the Mercs, Beleg can only control his Mercs, and the Queen controls them all.
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| IdhrenCelegrusc | OOC: Lets be the evil backround guys that take over the throne BWUHAHAHAHA! Jk. | 20071008135753 |
| Gael | "I am-very-glad we have yon tactical brain with-us-here. Although now I-must-present some intelligence reports, describing vermin conditions. Vermin are currently raiding tribes, villages and fishing ships, and are-moving-more inland towards us this very moment. Also, many, many refugees from-the-surviving settlements are fleeing to the safety of the Castle. Otters are escorting-them safely. The Vermin are-all-the strength we have seen yesterday in that battle, all for the commanding captains. I may be able to send a few assassination missions to get rid of some captains, but-that-won't-make a big difference.
"Now, as-for-our-warriors, they-may-not be enough to repel the invasion. Our navy has already-been defeated in the Battle of-the Roaringburn, and no help can-come-from-the defeated tribes. However there are many tribes of hedgehogs, otters, the-Hammermoles and their friends the-Macemoles, also the northern lance-wielding mice. We might even gather some shrew tribes." | 20071008140502 |
| Gael | Oh come on that's a little too far, lol! | 20071008140542 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | Stone threw back his deep hood so that he could better survey the faces present. "Is castle Floret the most secure place in Southsward?"
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| Gael | Darra nodded slowly.
"Yes-it-is. It be safer than anyplace else in Southsward" | 20071009113423 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | "I should have a usable plan by tonight." He said with his gravelly voice. Beleg nodded in confirmation. "Until then, I suggest we rest up and gain strength for the tasks ahead." | 20071009141956 |
| Rowan | Locke stood near the door with his eyes narrowed, a paw clamped across the mouth of the maid that had come out. He pushed her away from him, and ran towards the main gate. He did not know why, but he was expecting someone.
OOC: I have three new characters to put in. They don't need much description. They're friends of Locke.
Name: Tyre
Species: Squirrel
Weapon:Sword, two dirks, sling.
Description:Red, with blue eyes. Has a level head and is an expert fighter.
Name: Malcolm (Sorry for the normal-sounding name)
Species: Otter
Weapons: Sword and javelin
Description: Brown furred, with hazel eyes. Muscular, but thin.
Name: Raym
Species: Mouse
Weapons:Sword and bow and arrows.
Description: Light gold fur, a small shock of extra fur between his ears.
Three hooded figures stole up the ramp that lead to Floret's drawbridge, weapon clanking readily around their middles and backs. They could hear voices arguing, and then the drawbridge lowered. Two dozen Southsward guards stood there, weapons ready. Locke stood in the middle of them, and was speaking. "Stand down! They're friends of mine!"
The guards did not listen. The captain sent one guard to fetch the queen, but otherwise, they stood in their places. Locke turned and walked up to the squirrel in the group. "Your tracking skills are improving, Tyre. Not many creatures would be able to track me for more than one season."
"Word gets around," Tyre said offhandedly. "Malcolm and Raym are here as well."
Locke smiled. "Good. Our merry band is together again. | 20071009154748 |
| Gael | Darra agreed readily.
"That-is-good. I shall send forth messengers to all tribes of Southsward, pleading the take-up of arms, like those before us. It shall be the Battle of the Foxwolf once more, my-good-beasts." | 20071010003329 |
| Gael | Darra slept in his bed. | 20071010003422 |
| Rowan | Locke and his three companions entered Floret once more, Tyre, Malcolm, and Raym attracting distrustworthy glances from the guards. Locke spoke as they walked. "So, how is Farthwyn doing?"
"Siay is worried about you." Raym replied. "Your mother is as well, but she is old now, and Siay is caring for her."
Locke felt a small pang of regret. "How did you know I was with the Bloodwrath?"
"Like I said," Tyre interjected. "News travels fast. We found another mercenary camp that said a mouse that looked a lot like you had passed through a few days ago."
Locke smiled. "I didn't expect to see you three again. Why did you leave?"
"We missed you. What other reason was there?"
Locke turned and looked at Malcolm, an eyebrow raised. "You need to learn to be serious, Malcolm."
The otter smiled. Locke did the same. "Come. You all must be tired. I will tell you more in the morning." | 20071010172733 |
| Gael | Darra was rudely awakened by a frantic thundering on the door of his dormitory. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. The rising sun shone into his window. He ran to the door and unbolted. A young SSS private burst in. "Sir! Sir! Sorry for wakin' you up like that, Sir! Er er er, I, er, I..."
"Speak-a-properly, private! What is your name, and what do you want!"
The squirrel saluted tiredly.
"Trefflebranch, Sir! Sir, an escort party was leadin' a band of villagers to the Castle, an' they gotten attacked by vermin! They be's a fightin' now, Sir! There's about tenscore of 'em Sir! It's about an hour's march from here Sir!Captain Freebrush sent me up to let you know Sir!"
Darra cursed as he slipped on his wargear.
"Good work Treffelbranch, you may stay and rest. I'll gather threescore of our-best-warriors."
Darra dashed past him, and raised the alarm quietly. The word spread quickly and the squirrel army dashed out the gates, brandishing longbows. They dashed out down the causeway by the light of the rising sun. | 20071011101426 |
| Gael | Darra ran as fast as he could at the head of the squirrels. He had to save these creatures. These weren't trapped battle-hardened mercenaries, these were poor farmers: females and dibbuns, they could be slaughtered if the escort couldn't hold out. | 20071011101612 |
| Rowan | Locke whirled as Darra raced past him. "What's going on?"He shouted after him. | 20071013052748 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | Desparate for some fresh air, the Northern Twelve had started walking around the battlements, assessing the defenses. Uilleam suddenly said "Look 'ere zir! They kreatures be runnin' arwfully fast yer!" The rest of the Northern Twelve suddenly saw an orange glow off in the distance. "Let's watch and see what they're made of. We'll join if it looks like they need help." Said Beleg. | 20071013095313 |
| Gael | Darra saw the Elite running towards them.
He shouted at them.
"We-don't-want-help! Speed and ambush is all that matters! We-be-taking to the trees! Stay here to keep the Castle safe!"
The squirrels thundered past and zipped up the trees as fast as lighting, then dissappeared, not a sound, sight nor smell was left behind. | 20071013123447 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | OOC: I take it you didn't read my post. They're still on the battlements. | 20071013130553 |
| Gael | oh. sorry.
Anyway.
Ceol leaned across the battlements.
"Wot's tha' stoopit squirrel shoutin' out fer, Sir? Is 'e crazy or sumpink? Aye, let's go follow their direction, mighta be up to sumpink, eh? Wot yer say, Sir?" | 20071013131101 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | "Aye, let's do that. But make sure to stay out of his eyesight. I don't think he'd like it if we entered into [i]his[/i] fight, even if he was losing." | 20071013151722 |
| Rowan | Locke and his companions exited the gate, tired but alert. The four followed the SSS closely, moving stealthily from tree to tree as the squirrels tore through the branches. | 20071013175245 |
| Gael | The composite bow-wielding squirrel Gresayple sat on a branch, gasping for breath.
He knew he wasn't the young squirrel he used to be, and couldn't run long distances anymore.
The rest of the SSS were far ahead now, and he needed to catch up.
As he was getting ready to jump to another branch, he noticed four figures running through the undergrowth below him.
Vermin! He thought.
He leaped from the branch straight at a rat.
WHAM! Gresayple caught the rat in his midriff, sending them both thudding to the ground.
As The burly squirrel held the creature in a headlock, he noticed it wasn't a rat, but a mouse. Not any mouse, but one of the mercenary Elite. He had seen the mouse staring out the window of the Great Hall, and knew his name was Locke.
"You! What are ye doin' followin' us'ns?! Fer all I woulda known, yer coulda bin shot wiv me arrow if'n I hadn't decided ter knock ye down! Wot's wiv yer friends ere? Are the entire mercenary army followin' us'ns too, eh?"
Gresayple loosened his grip on the mouse and stood back, letting him breathe. | 20071014053557 |
| Rowan | Malcolm heaved the squirrel off of Locke, his face a picture of anger. "We want to fight! We may not be the soldiers that Southswarders are but we're good fighters nonetheless!"
Locke got up. "There is nothing you can say that will turn us back." He took his helmet out of his pack and donned it, slamming the visor down. His voice echoed as it went through the slits that allowed him to breathe. "We will fight, regardless of the cost." | 20071015154525 |
| Gael | Gresayple sighed, adjusting his backpack.
"Ye don't unnerstand, Locke, we coulda don wiv more fightin' fit creatures, but ye know, this needs a squirrel's stealth. An SSS squirrel's stealth. But, there ain't nothin' I canst do ter stop ye young un's..."
Gresayple heaved his massive composite bow from his bulky shoulders and tested the pulleys.
"So, ye mighta well come along fer the fight! C'mon, let's save those poorbeasts!"
Gresayple swung himself onto a low hanging tree limb and jumped ahead of the group. | 20071016104628 |
| Gael | Darra saw the battle. Only a few of the defenders were alive, forming a protective circle around a makeshift fort consisting of tents, upturned carts and low walls made up of stacked branches. The young and wives huddled in the centre as ugly vermin pressed against the ruthless defenders. Darra shook his head in disbelief, but there was no time to waste.
He signalled to his squirrels, who stretched arrows on bowstrings.
Darra let his paw fall.
ZZZZzzzzIP!
Twoscore long-fletched arrows thudded into the fighting vermin. Darra heard the screams of fallen vermin, and the defenders cheering happily at their rescuers. A young mouse stood up, jumping up and down with joy. A spear launched from a fox hit the young mouse into the chest, and he stumbled back against an upturned cart, screaming with pain.
Awthcurgh, the squirrel officer, growled viciously and let a heavy arrow fly at the mouse's killer.
Darra fired off more arrows, each finding its mark. | 20071016105327 |
| Rowan | The four companions rushed into the fray, Malcolm's javelin taking out a stoat as Raym hung back and fired arrows into the vermin. Locke leaped into the circle of carts, slashing madly at any place that the vermin were breaking through. Tyre and Malcolm threw themselves at the vermin on the outside. | 20071016161344 |
| Gael | Darra saw the extra support they had received. He was slightly dissapointed, but thought the better of it and jumped down into the middle of the carts. He drew a long, thin sabre and slashed a rat's neck open as he jumped over the barricade.
"Everyone retreat back there! Wives-and-dibbuns, follow the-squirrels-to-Floret! Quick-quick-quick!"
Darra was about to turn when a weasel bounced on him. Pinning him to the ground, the weasel pushed a knife to Darra's throat, but the quirrels strong arms held him off.
Darra heard a familiar clinking of pulleys behind him. The weasel suddenly flew screaming off Darra, flying through the air, and crashing into the barricade, causing it to collapse.
A huge, spearlike bolt had smashed his chest to pieces, ribs protruding around the bolt's entrance.
"Thought ye might want a liddle 'elp Sir!"
Gresayple grinned as he held his composite bow, the string still quivering.
Darra laughed. "Hehehe, Gresayple! Ye-did-a-good! C'mon, let's-a-get-those vermin!
The refugees were already running away to the Castle, guarded closely by the rest of the SSS rescuers. | 20071017075436 |
| Gael | OOC: the fight's still on, Locke and his friends, including a few SSS are still fighting, but retreating so the refugees can leave safely, so mercenaries can still fight if you make in time (very likely lol). | 20071017075556 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | Beleg had positioned his best archers, his Elite, and himself on the battlements over the gate. They were ready to cover the retreat of the SSS and the refugees if Darra and his crew couldn't take them all. | 20071017075736 |
| Gael | Darra fended off another stoat, and peered over the barricade. scores, hundreds, maybe thousands of vermin were pushing towards their little group. They had to fall back to the safety of the Castle.
"Retreat! Back to Floret!" | 20071017081114 |
| Gael | Clarification please:
Are the Bloodrath regular army excluding the Elite camped inside or outside Floret? | 20071017081223 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | They're inside floret, but the whole army isn't on the battlements, just the archers, which number about a score. | 20071017082431 |
| Rowan | Raym turned and fired an arrow. It took a rat in his middle, and he went down screaming. The other three were using slings to keep the vermin back, but there were too many. Locke shouted to Tyre. "Tyre, you're the fastest! Get back to Farthwyn and tell them to call out the Sentinels!"
The squirrel nodded, and leaped away into the trees. The rest turned and ran, pounding across the drawbridge into Floret. Locke screamed as they entered, "Up drawbridge! Raise the bridge!" | 20071017170522 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | As the drawbridge was raised, Beleg decided it was their turn. "FIRE!" As hissing death rained down on the vermin, Beleg remembered back to an earlier time when he was a guard in the same position as Darra, except there was no one to cover his retreat. Nearly half of his troops and almost all of the refugees had fallen in battle. | 20071017185929 |
| Gael | Darra leaped into the courtyard. All the civilians and soldiers were inside. The vermin halted as the arrows hissed into their front ranks. They were too scared to climb the causeway, they'd be picked off like ripe apples in a gale. The vermin spread out in a long column at the foot of the causeway, out of range of the arrows. They slowly retreated, victory!
A cheer arose from within the battlements, the refugees had been saved. | 20071018125305 |
| Gael | Gresayple felt something was wrong, those vermin wouldn't give up so easy, or didn't they want to capture Floret? They had the momentum, they could have laid siege.
He trusted his instincts, and ran to the very tip of the North Tower, he panted heavily as he peered around the glass dome. The dome had been fitted after the Great Foxwolf War. with help of lance-mouse tribes' glass blowing skills, the highest tower had been fitted with a huge see-through dome, allowing view of nearly all of Mossflower.
Gresayple surveyed the country. To the west, the great sea, sparkling in the morning light. To the north the desert plateau. To the south and east the forests stretching in a sea of green. He saw the vermin horde, something was wrong.
They seemed too calm, was it the calm before the storm?
Then he saw it, behind the horde rose a dustcloud. More hordebeasts? No, as the cloud cleared, giant scorpion-like shapes emerged. Giant scorpions? Gresayple shook his head and looked again. They weren't scorpions, huge pulleys, limbs and ropes formed colossal machines.
Gresayple stood rooted on the spot for minutes, he pulled himself together and raised the alarm. he shouted out through the whole castle. "Alaaarrm! The vermin are attacking! They have huge siege weapons! Alaarm!"
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| IdhrenCelegrusc | OOC: Dude, you're talking catapults right? I don't think "machines" in the modern sense had any place in Redwall. | 20071018145945 |
| Rowan | OOC: That, or covered battering rams. Or seige towers.
Tyre flew through the trees. At the rate he was moving it would take at least a day to reach Farthwyn, and even longer for the Sentinels, with their marching pace, to reach Floret and aid the Southswarders. The three hundred warriors could move fast, but not as fast as a squirrel through trees.
Locke watched the vermin with narrowed eyes from the battlements of Floret. Raym and Malcolm were with him. Locke knew that his father had been leader of the Sentinels. They would die for a member of his family. Locke sighed. He knew what he had to do. | 20071018162247 |
| Gael | OOC: yes, they are catapults.
BIC:
Darra was looking over the front battlements.
He looked at Beleg, who was standing beside him.
"Beleg, I-want-to apologise for-what-I have said, and thought, about thee and your mercenaries. I cannot help but trust my instincts, and-this-time I confess my instincts were wrong. It may-not-have been my instincts, but forgive me."
Darra stared at the catapults.
"Ye-reckon-they're-going-to fire soon? Don't-a-they want the Castle intact?"
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| Rowan | Locke and the remaining two warriors walked into a small room. Locke turned to the window and looked out over the forest. The vermin were approaching. He remembered seeing a pass, wide enough for ten to walk abreast, that ran through a bit of terrain that was too rough even for a small group to pass through. He hoped that the Sentinels would arrive soon. | 20071019154724 |
| Gael | There was a loud CLANG!
A huge boulder flew from one of the catapults, sailed over the battlements and thudded into the courtyard. Screams and shouts of the defenders were heard, as they tried to pull a hedgehog's body from under the boulder. | 20071019155332 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | Beleg nodded curtly at Gael's apology. Now was not the time to be emotional. "Get all of your archers up here! Do you have any means of throwing things back at them? To get close enough to shoot them with arrows, your archers will have to shoot from the surrounding trees! Get everybody not needed into the castle! Have somebody sit in the watchtower and shout down events we can't see!" | 20071019190504 |
| Gael | Darra nodded, he ran to the basements, bashed open the cellar door and stopped. There it was. Covered in a linen tarpaulin lay a huge object, he told the cellarhogs to move it up the battlements. It took much strength and time as Darra pushed his weight along with the strong hedgehogs.
They made it to the battlements, Darra grinned at the defenders as they wondered at the linen-covered object. It was as tall as an otter, and as long and wide as two otters.
Darra pulled away the veil, and unveiled something that looked exactly like a giant crossbow.
Darra shouted out commands.
"Get-the-ballista pointin' to them vermin! Find as much ammunition as ye can! 'Ere, you, find some dibbuns to find us sharp nails, knives, spoons, splinters, anything. Oh, and get a pot too!"
Darra dusted off the old timber rigging of the ballista as he tested the cord's tautness.
This was gonna be fun!
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| IdhrenCelegrusc | Beleg nodded at the contraption. "How far can it fire?" | 20071020063607 |
| Rowan | Locke, Raym, and Malcolm ran around Floret, trying to find Elidrana to ask her something. | 20071020064059 |
| Gael | Darra supervised the loading of the ballista, as another boulder roared overhead, and bounced off the castle walls, sending shards of stone and mortar everywhere.
"Ye'll see, Beleg."
The loaders had finished their task, and an earthenware pot stuffed with sharp metal objects-nails, knives, hooks, anything-was resting at the base of the huge ballista.
"See-a-this, Beleg, them sharp things'll slay a score of them closely packed vermin in an instant, aye. We-a-cannot hit them catapults, too far away, but-a-we-can-a scare them vermin enough!"
Darra heaved up a heavy mallet, and slammed down hard on the trigger.
THWACK!
The pot was shattered in mid-air by the impact, and glittering objects scattered among the vermin, followed by screams of pain and fear.
The area of hordebeasts the objects hit into was milling about, jostling to get out of range.
Darra heaved another large pot as strong hedgehogs winched back the cord.
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| Rowan | Locke heard the loud noise of the ballista firing, and ran to a window just as the sharp objects struck. The mouse smiled. Maybe they could hold out before he put his plan into action. | 20071021144058 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | "I think we can contribute!" said Beleg, smiling grimly. "Set up the "ranger" boys!" Down behind the walls, the non-archer mercenaries were starting to unload pieces of a huge sling-style catapault from a wagon, which they would then assemble into a stone-slinging weapon of destruction. | 20071021171243 |
| Gael | Darra was worried, they wouldn't be able to hold out too long, those catapults were too strong. He strolled around the battlements impatiently, organising the defenders and comforting the afraid SSS privates and makeshift defenders.
He knew rallying drums were sent to all corners of Southsward, as in the Great War, but they could take days, maybe weeks. And with all the vermin patrols out, would they survive?
Darra felt a pang of guilt sending those young messengers out, but they had been so eager.
A boulder sailed over the front gate, and smashed the greenhouses into a heap of earth and glass.
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| Rowan | Tyre was forced to walk. Even though there squirrels among the Sentinels, in order for the unit to stay together, they had to march in a straight line, staying in each other's tracks to hide their numbers. Even so they were traveling as fast as they could. According to Tyre, they would reach Floret by nightfall. | 20071024152422 |
| Gael | A huge boulder whistled in, heading straight for the walltop.
It arced high in the sky, plummeting straight for the ballista!
Darra ran to shout a warning.
"One coming in on the ballistaaa!" | 20071025092554 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | The beasts who were setting up the catapault did their job in record time. "LET'S SEND BACK SOME OF THEIR OWN!" Shouted Duilin, one of the elite who had been helping them. The catapaults arm bolted forward, throwing the piece of stone from the sling into the cringing ranks of enemy fighters. | 20071025103235 |
| Rowan | Having given up looking for Elidrana, Locke covered his ears as the Bloodwrath's catapult fired, walking up to Darra and tapping him on the shoulder. | 20071025152236 |
| Gael | The ballista smashed into splinters, sending their operators flying off the walls.
Darra shouted anxiously, "Get those poor beasts inside! Get those ballista crewbeasts in! We have..."
Somebeast tapped him on the shoulder. Darra turned around, and saw one of the Elite: Locke.
"Aye? What-is-it I can do fer you?" | 20071026030231 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | Beleg watched as rats with siege ladders approached. "Bring up the prongs." Mice started bringing up metal rods that forked at the ends, used for pushing the rods of the ladders away from the ramparts. | 20071026110849 |
| Rowan | Locke uncovered his ears. "I need fifty of your SSS for something." | 20071027064603 |
| Aleara | OOC: This is a loooooong battle... | 20071027163306 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | OOC: I know, isn't it great?! | 20071027163821 |
| Rowan | OOC: If you're all finished?
BIC: Tyre and the Sentinels approached the south side of Floret, and using grappling hooks which were part of their equipment for either their original purpose or for fighting. As they scaled the wall, the Sentinels recognized Locke and called to him. The mouse turned, and smiled.
The moon shone down on the battle as the vermin fired again. | 20071028064756 |
| Gael | Darra stared in amazement at the climbing Sentinels.
"Whe-where-did-they-come-from?!"
Darra shook his head and shouted out.
"Get some help here! Help these creatures up, they're friends!"
Darra grinned happily at Locke. "You have something-to-do-with this?" | 20071028091907 |
| Gael | Shrinrig the otter was young, yet fast. He was inexperienced, yet alert.
He needed those skills to run to Southsward's tribes. He sprinted awkwardly, with a large moledrum strapped to his stomach.
As he came to the top of a hill, he panted. This was where Gawjun's Tribe should be living. Sure enough, campfires surrounded by large figures glowed in the dusky light.
Shinrig thumped hard on the moledrum, he patted out a steady beat with his paws as he called aloud to the hedgehogs below.
"All ye good Gawjun Tribehogs, lissen ter meee!
Southsward is in great danger! The mighty searat hordes have the Castle of Floret unner Sieege! I rally thee all, in the name of High Queen (sorry missing), to free Southsward once more, as yer ancestors did afore thee all! Frreeeee Soouuthswaaarrd!"
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| Rowan | Locke nodded, shooting a quick smile back. "Aye. They will follow any member of my family or someone that I hand leadership to."
Tyre approached them. Locke clapped him on the shoulder. "Good job. Now all we need is fifty Bloodwrath and fifty SSS."
The mouse looked at the Sentinels. They were clad in white cloaks, their faces masked. They carried spears and shields, with at least twoscore of them carrying bows. Locke gave another smile. They would do well. They always did. | 20071028124926 |
| Gael | Darra handpicked fifty of his best officers, and returned to Locke, his officers behind him.
"What-is-it you want to do with my warriors, Locke?"
Shinrig felt proud, he had gathered all of Gawjun's club-wielding hedgehogs, numbering tenscore in all. Not only that, he had found a band of travellers, who had a lust for adventure. He had travelled to the sand-dunes to search for the mice clans. He now had over fivescore pike-carrying mice marching behind him.
Guosis shrew tribes had also gathered to his cry. And Shinrig yet again had scruffy shrews following the cause of Southsward.
He had gathered an army under the Broom of Southsward, as the hedgehog Bowly Pintips had done before.
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| Rowan | Locke turned to Darra, a grim look on his face. "I'm taking the fight to them. I will draw them away from Floret. We can distract them while the army gets here."
He took the helmet out of his pack and lowered it onto his head. His voice sounded metallic as he spoke through its grille. "And we won't let anything stop us." | 20071029192633 |
| Gael | Darra knew he couldn't stop them, so he reluctantly agreed.
"Aye, that'll be fine, Locke. But-on-one-condition. Ye-let-me go with you." | 20071031071206 |
| Rowan | Locke nodded. "As you wish."
He walked towards the wall, bellowing. "Oi! Beleg! I need to talk to you!" | 20071031182033 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | Beleg used two of the pronged instruments to push a ladder, and it's screaming climbers, careening off of the wall. "What do you need?! Kind of busy!" | 20071104181554 |
| Gael | Darra waited, at the south moat. The masked Sentinels and the SSS squirrels stood around him, waiting for Locke. | 20071105123405 |
| Rowan | "I need fifty Bloodwrath. I'll return them! Or those that survive..." he added under his breath.
He slashed to the side with his blade, taking a rat through the neck. He then pushed. | 20071105152203 |
| IdhrenCelegrusc | "Alright! Duilin!" The young mouse looked up from the ranger. "Aye?!" "Follow these beasts with some 50 soldiers of your choice, and do it quickly!" 5 minutes later, the troops were meeting their allies. | 20071105154920 |