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Post by Durriac on Jan 7, 2006 21:44:24 GMT -5
*Durriac had fallen behind the Armanians, as they expertly wove their way through the undergrowth. His Ontarians were having a harder time of it, sometimes hitting a bush or snapping an unseen twig, drawing scathing glares from the Armanians. Some wished they had gone without the relatively clumsy Ontarians, but Durriac felt it had been necessary for them to have protection.
As the group, numbering about fifteen total, with 7 Armanians and 8 Ontarians, including himself, progressed through the dense forest, the smell of burning wafted through the air. He could hear the crackling timber of houses and inns set ablaze in the town. What were they there for? Durriac didn't know, but he knew he had to stop them.
Eventually he could hear the babbling of the river. It wasn't particularly strong, and only about 30 feet wide, but it usually provided enough fresh water for the Horde. The Ontarians spread out around the Armanians, who stooped by the river, ready to cover them in the event of an ambush. The Armanians then proceeded to fill their containers. Durriac hoped fervently that their presence would go unnoticed.*
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Post by Durriac on Jan 8, 2006 11:39:20 GMT -5
*Durrriac felt relieved; the buckets were nearly full and not so much of a whisper had been heard from the enemy. His sword hung level from his paw. The Ontarians stood around in a semi-circle, protecting the lighter armored Armanians. They scanned the bushes for movement, but saw nothing but a ripple in the leaves from calm breezes. If not for the dusky glow farther down the island, the night would have surely been a peaceful and serene one. *
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Post by grenn on Jan 8, 2006 11:46:41 GMT -5
Grenn held his sword upright in a battle position. He was ready to fight if need be. He wished that the armanians would hurry up and fill their containers. He wanted to get back to the main fighting.
He was still confused as to why these beasts would try and invade their home. What had we ever done to them? It made him angry to think about it. He looked around and hoped that some of the enemies would come and try and kill them.
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Post by Myrvick on Jan 8, 2006 19:03:42 GMT -5
**Myrvick crouched, every muscle tense in his body. The rat's eye, for he only had his left one, stared intently as he watched the troops fill their buckets. His hand fidgeted nervously with the small mirror he had been given to signal. He had not believed his small force would really be used in the raid, but Jadak had been right, they would eventually have need stock up on resources.**
**Breathing heavily in excitement, but quietly in fear, Myrvick knew it was about time. Most of the soldiers filling their buckets were now standing aside and waiting anxiously on their companions. The sound of crickets and the wind were the only noises amongst the air. The sound of a hungry fire was only a soft faint sound in the distance. Myrvick always knew his work would be dangerous, but never before had he sweated like this. They were only five soldiers against maybe twenty? Using his free hand to dash the water from his eye, he saw these soldiers were done and knew it was time.**
**With shaking paw, he raised his hand glinting the moonlight of his mirror. A familiar flash from Scove signalled and it was done. This intense rush was completely new to Myrvick. He had never commanded a "force" before.**
Fzzzit! Fzzzit!
**The arrows were let loose from all sides, as to confuse the soldiers and make them panic. Which of course, voices of panic were heard, as many do in ambush. Fumbling to put the mirror away quickly, he pulled out an arrow raising his bow level to his eye. Panting, he took aim at a high officer waving his arms in orders and finally he let loose his crude arrow...**
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Post by Durriac on Jan 8, 2006 19:37:16 GMT -5
*Out of the corner of his eye, Durriac saw the second glint, but it was too late.*
Fzzzit! Fzzzit!
*The zipping arrows struck without warning, impaling several. Several Ontarians raised their shields, blocking several arrows. The Armanians scattered, hauling their buckets and fleeing into the woods. Several squirrels leaped into the trees and disappeared rapidly from sight. He waved his fellow Ontarians forward into the fray, hoping to allow the Armanians a quick retreat.*
"Into the bushes! They can't fire if you're in their ugly faces! Charge!"
*At that moment, Myrvick's arrow struck him in the shoulder. He tried not to flinch and use the arrow as a pointer to where his foe lay. Behind a bush, he saw his attacker reloading. He ran diagonally towards his opponent, hoping to throw off his aim and use the trees and bushes to cover his advance.*
OOC: About how many ambushers are there?
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Tacks
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KUPO!
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Post by Tacks on Jan 8, 2006 19:56:04 GMT -5
OOC: I belive he said there were 5 of them. Correct me if I'm wrong.
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Post by grenn on Jan 8, 2006 20:00:02 GMT -5
OOC: 5 remember look at a post above.
BIC: Grenn had gotten hit by an arrow in the side. He raised his sheild but to no avail. He heard Durriac yell "Charge." He thundered into the bushes with his sword out. He had wanted to see some action and now he was going to. He looked around and saw a ferret. He lunged with his sword and tried to stick him in the stomach.
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Post by Myrvick on Jan 8, 2006 20:17:40 GMT -5
OOC: Yes, five.
BIC: **This wave of arrows certainly caused a commotion amongst the troops. Many arrows found their mark and were rewarded with screams and groans. The second volley only caused a louder uproar and the retreat of the enemies hauling the buckets. Through clenched teeth Myrvick hissed his approval of his own arrow, but soon realized the officer was not through. In fact, he was very much alive and running toward his very direction.**
**In his peripheral vision he could see Mallen, his ferret accomplice, being attacked and rather fleetingly hoped Mallen did not fall in this little scuffle. Mallen was an exceptionally talented lock-picker. What was Myrvick thinking about? He hoped he(Myrvick) didn't fall in this little scuffle!**
**Slinging his bow unto his back he turned tail and ran hard, sucking in air and forcing his numb legs to move. Now, Myrvick was a cunning beast, and was not easily bested in combat. But he wasn't much of a hero, that's for sure. In the face of fear, he did not stand to fight it. In the face of inevitable odds, he did not fight for his ground, he fled to get the advantage. 'Heroes die all the faster, wiser soldiers become the master' was his motto.**
**Throwing quick looks over his shoulder, Myrvick knew he would not lose him. Though wounded, this one was quite determined. Myrvick knew what had to be done. Veering left, he circled around a tree in the same instant pulling out his saber with his left hand and throwing dagger with his right.**
**As soon as his enemy was in sight, about 15 feet away, he hurled his throwing dagger. Myrvick knew the throw was bad as soon as it left his hand and grunted. Nevertheless, Myrvick bound forward to meet his foe, still 5 feet away, keeping his saber in front of him and preparing to slash.**
OOC: I have no idea what your weapon(s) is(are). Assuming you have one.
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Post by Durriac on Jan 8, 2006 20:30:50 GMT -5
OOC: I have a cutlass and shield. And I missed that earlier, sorry.
BIC: *Durriac charged forward, relentlessly following his fleeing opponent. He normally was not an especially quick runner, but his injury added rage to his speed. The arrow had only hit his shoulderbone and not penetrated very far at all; the shaft hit a tree as he sped past and ripped itself out. He grunted with the spray of blood, but continued onwards. Ahead, he saw his opponent halt and move behind a tree. When he came out with arm raised, he instinctively raised his shield. The dagger was hurled slightly to his left, but he batted the flying blade away with a loud ping. Now that they were closer, he could tell that his opponent was weilding a saber. He also noticed that his left eye was missing, something he hoped to take advantage of.
He raised his shield in front of him, gave a roar, and brought his cutlass down in a broad arc toward the rat's head.*
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Post by grenn on Jan 8, 2006 20:34:44 GMT -5
Grenn and the ferret had forgotten all weapons. He was to colse to use his sword effectively so he dropped it point down in some nearby bushes. He was fighting tooth and claw. He bit his opponent savagely on the neck. then backed up and went for his sword.
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Post by Kippinanas on Jan 9, 2006 22:24:17 GMT -5
Kip rose a paw into the air, and stopped dead in her tracks. The rest of her unit came to a slow stop behind her. The majority of the fort's guards had joined up with them instead of another patroll because even though they could fight, they had no idea how to move silently in any kind of area. That was the only thing that bugged Kip about the rest of her unit was how their version of moving silently was NOT screaming when they tripped on a root. Ah well, she supposed she'd have to get used to being naturaly more quiet and gracefull than everybeast around her. At least it gave her a slightly larger chance of surving in certain situations.
Kip looked around herself and listened to the surrounding noises. No Crickets, no Birds, none of the natural noises one would hear on such a night. But Kip had already expected that she wouldn't hear any of those, as battle tended to scare all of them away when it came too near. "The Crickets and Bugs are the smart ones here. They see a battle and run for their lives. A vermin sees a battle, and throws himself into the fray, occasionaly not even knowing what the war is all about, nor caring who wins or who they are killing. Maybe we're the backwards ones; we who enjoy the death of other beasts. We who stop life without good reason. We who would rather endanger our own lives, and the lives of others, than run and live another day. She thought grimly as she noticed the sounds of combat much closer to them than the town was. As a matter of fact, if her ears weren't throwing her off, there was a tussle going on only several hundred yards away, further into the woods.
She thought for a moment. Their ordered objective was destroying the docks past the point of a quick repair to get them working again. This was done. Kip had ordered them into town, destroy the enemy's flank before they could make an organised effort to defend, but a new situation had arisen. Kip's ears told her of battle. Kips other sences told her that there was some sort of stream nearby, and that whoever was fighting up ahead was most likely fighting over controll of the water supply. Water was a usefull and neccesary tool during war, and if Tatterack wanted to be able to claim a full victory that night, they would need to conroll as much fo the drinking water suplies as possible. Not to mention the fact that water could be used to stop the fire, which could also help the Hoard get the upper paw in combat, being as one of Tatterack's best offencive tools at this point were torches.
She didn't have to think long. She lowered her paw and made a gesture to move forward with all the silence possible of a group of beasts who had never had to silently track through a deep wood. If they found enemy troops up ahead, they'd check out the situation and engage if needed. But only if needed. She didn't want her presence to be made public unless it was absolutly needed. They walked forward slowly, making each step carefull and diliberate so to not give away their position. If there were just allies ahead and there was no need for their sneaking around, Kip would probably give them a severe glaring for not making every effort to stay low. If it was the enemy ahead, their silence would be vital to the springing of a trap. If it was both ahead of them, silence would still be of the essence since they didn't know what side of the fight they'd be popping up on. As she walked, Kip just kept reciting in her head, "Ours is not to question why, ours is but to do or die."
After what seemed an eternity of slowly moving forward, they came upon some sort of tussle. Kip squinted in order to see the details better. Five, maybe seven Tatterack soldiers against a score or so of... Kip wasn't sure... Ontarians and Armanians.... "Well, the Armanians won't be hard to deal with as long as we can catch them..." Kip thought, trying to gauge how many Hoard troops exatly were out there. "Those Ontarians might give us a bit of a fight though... Might take a casualty or two before they get broken. Taking them down won't be so hard, if I remember, they're not accustumed to closed quarters combat. Plus, they're already scattered. Taking them down one by one will be much easier than fighting them as a structured force..." She bent down and tapped Lenan's footpaw. No words were needed. They all knew what it meant. It meant "Get ready to attack on my signal." Every beast had his or her weapons in paw. Kip grimmaced. There would be a long night ahead. A very long night ahead.
OOC: We're several yards behind Myvrick. There's 22 of us. We have an assortment of weapons that I'll put when we attack. We're totaly hidden and you probably won't notice us until we pop out.
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Post by Myrvick on Jan 10, 2006 1:54:01 GMT -5
**With his one, beady, black eye intent, and springy reflexes finally coming under control, the pair meets in combat. Myrvick hears the scream of Mallen and anger swells inside of him, his aggresion rising.**
**As Durriac's sword comes down, Myrvick brings his sword up hard to parry while sidejumping to the left(Durriac's right side) and twisting in midair to spin around, aiming a hard slice at Durriac's ribs with a coarse yell.**
OOC: I see how my move might be confusing so give me a PM if you don't understand. Basically at the end of my move we're both facing the same direction, if that makes sense.
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Post by Durriac on Jan 10, 2006 7:17:24 GMT -5
OOC: That was pretty clear actually.
BIC: *Durriac countered the attack with a spin of his own, turning clockwise to block the saber with his shield and slashing at the rats right side*
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Post by Finbar Bellamy on Jan 10, 2006 19:19:00 GMT -5
A female Great rat pushed her way through the trees, as quietly as she possibly could, which wasn't very. She had left her duty guarding the ship for a while, telling the vermin under her command to stay put and keep watch carefully. She told them that she was going on a short scouting trip. Which was true. Well, maybe not the short part. What Fearclaw really wanted was a piece of the action. She had begun to realize that while she had gladly accepted the task of staying with the Xjasdo at first, she was hungering for battle now. And if it wasn't going to find her, she would have to find it. Bursting through a pair of bushes, she found herself in the middle of what she had been looking for, but not exactly prepared for it. A small but chaotic skirmish seemed to be going on before her, soldiers yelling, arrows whizzing by. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a group of beasts trying to make off with buckets of water. What in...suddenly it clicked. Fire in the town, water to quench it. Without thinking about it, she leaped at the nearest water-carrier, a limping hare, and knocked him over, spilling the bucket he was carrying.
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Post by grenn on Jan 10, 2006 21:06:46 GMT -5
Grenn having been triuphant turned right at the right moment. He saw the great rat knock over timlo, the old hare. He walked over behind her and swung his sword in a high arc trying to cut her in two.
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Post by Finbar Bellamy on Jan 10, 2006 21:55:49 GMT -5
Fearclaw grinned in triumph, turning around just in time to see an otter slashing at her with his sword. Not having time to draw her own, she stumbled backwards, tripping over the hare and landing hard on her back. Jumping to her feet, she unsheathed her saber and stabbed at the otter's midriff.
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Post by Kippinanas on Jan 11, 2006 1:12:12 GMT -5
Kip nodded quickly and got to her feet, the rest of her unit following her movements. "EVERYBEAST! DROP YOUR WEAPONS AND PUT YOUR PAWS ON YOUR HEAD. YOU ARE SURROUNDED, THERE IS NO HOPE FOR ESCAPE AT THIS TIME. DROP YOUR WEAPONS AND DO AS I SAY AND WE WILL SPARE YOUR LIFE. DON'T DO AS I SAY, AND ME AND MY TROOPS WILL BE FORCED TO TAKE DRASTIC ACTIONS WITH THE GOAL OF ENDING YOUR MISERABLE LIFES AS SLOW AND PAINFULL AS WE POSSIBLY CAN." She flicked her wrist and her unit started to slowly advance, weapons at the ready. "ALL BEASTS DROP WEAPONS. THAT MEANS ALL OF YOU, NO MATTER WHAT SIDE OF THIS CONFLICT YOU ARE ON. DROP YOUR WEAPONS!" She moved forward slowly, her spearpoint pointed at Durriac's chest.
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Post by Myrvick on Jan 11, 2006 1:38:10 GMT -5
**Myrvick grit his teeth as jagged vibrations rolled up his arm, after his hard slash had been deflected. Myrvick faintly heard a voice in the background above the beat of his eardrums saying something about stopping, but Myrvick paid it no heed. To survive he would have to fight with every tooth and nail. Besides, this enemy of his surely didn't seem to be stopping and Myrvick certainly wouldn't if he didn't!**
**Turning slightly counter-clockwise, he swung hard, directly at Durriac's sword in hopes to knock it away. In the same instance, after committing to his own slash, the rat kicked out at Durriac's stomach.**
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Post by grenn on Jan 11, 2006 21:06:38 GMT -5
Grenn lept back and tried to slash at his opponent's arm.He heard the order to stop but he wasn't about to. His life depended on his fighting skills.
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Post by Finbar Bellamy on Jan 11, 2006 22:47:13 GMT -5
Fearclaw heard someone shouting something about dropping weapons and putting paws on your head. She faintly remembered something Adrean had said about not getting too attached to your weapon to let go of it when you need to during a fight. Whatever. She didn't think he was referring to this kind of situation. All she shoould concentrate on right now was the otter and his attack. Did whoever spoke those words really think enemies in the midst of battle would actually stop and not fear that their opponent would continue? Suddenly, Fearclaw realized that she had let her mind slip, but too late. She tried to draw back her arm quickly, but the edge of the otter's blade reached part of its target. The great rat winced when she felt it cut skin. It was just a small cut though, not bleeding badly. She ignored it and closed the distance between her and her opponent, so that she was fighting from a closer range. Sliding her footpaw between his feet, she pivoted and hooked it around his foot, driving her shoulder into his chest and attempting to knock him over.
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