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Post by Ty on Sept 14, 2006 5:12:12 GMT -5
OOC: You guys, can end up showing up to see the boat sailing away or something.... I just hope one of your characters knows how to sail one XD
BIC:
Groggily, Ty awoke, to a surprise. In front of him stood the badger, wolverine, and Diro. He gasped, but nothing came out. He was gagged roughly and tightly with a cloth. His wrists were shackled above him, to the main post(forget what its called), and his ankles were shackled tight to the floor, so he couldnt move his feet. His eyes then shifted back and forth. The boat was starting to move. They were leaving! " Mpphh!" Ty yelled, only to be dealt a hit to the face. He had winced and then looked back to the beach. The gag then, was relcutantly, pulled off.
Diro laughed wickedly, and patted his former slave's shoulder. " Why don't you say bye eh? It'll be good fer yah." He had taunted, his hand resting on his saber for a second, just in case Ty turned and bit him.
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Post by Chicory Rue on Sept 14, 2006 22:10:59 GMT -5
A not-too-long-distance away, a quite different badger was sitting among the docks, humming happily to herself. A purple dahlia was tucked up behind her ears, and her blunt claws were delicately grasping a long, black-tipped seagull feather, a little souvenir that she had picked up on her morning walk. Dropped seagull feathers were nothing unusual around the harbour, nearly as common as the other “parcels” they tended to drop. It was a nice reminder, however, of the freedom of the seagulls’ soaring flight, and their wild sea-calls: occurrences that never failed to elicit a sigh of longing from the badger. She looked up in contented lethargy, letting her gaze drift out to sea. A movement caught her attention for a moment: a ship, heading out to sea. Nothing unusual. She settled back onto her elbows, squinting after it. She was still looking lazily after it when she noticed something rather funny… Sitting bolt upright, Rue took a second look. She was not mistaken. The sails of the departing ship were covered from corner to corner in a design she had never seen before, neither bearing the insignia of the Horde or the usual trading ships that regularly passed in and out of harbour. Also, the silvery oars were cutting the water far too swiftly, even though the ship was running with the wind- there should not have been, therefore, any reason for the oars to be working, much less at the rate that it was. The badger’s eyes narrowed. Something was very wrong. Troubled, Rue rose to her feet and looked about for the harbour’s master, the beast in charge of keeping track of the comings and goings of all the ship. It wasn’t long before she found him, or rather, his subordinate the deputy harbour-master: the rat was sitting crossed-legged about two hundred yards away, a sheaf of papers resting on his lap as he busily scrubbed away at his dirty spectacles. The papers kept on beginning to blow away, and the rat would have to hurriedly clap his legs together so as to keep them in check. It was a rather comical sight, really. When she arrived at where the deputy harbour-master was sitting, Rue reached out and plucked two sheets of paper out of the air from where they had just begun to escape, handing them back to the grateful owner. He started to thank her clumsily, but she cut him short. She pointed out to sea. “Do you see that ship, sir?” The rat paused to squint through his dirtied spectacles. “I certainly do, ma’am.” Rue loosened up a bit. Perhaps it was nothing after all. “Then perhaps you can tell me what manner of ship it is, and what its business here is.” The rat looked shocked. “I couldn’t do that, ma’am! The records are strictly to be kept under the greatest state of confidentiality- orders from the harbour master himself.” He was cut off by a low growl from the badger. The rat’s eyes widened perceptibly, and his paws trembled badly as he spoke. “Please don’t hurt me, ma’am! I’m only doing my job. H-here, I’ll show you.” With a franticness that was almost laughable, he hurriedly stuck the top sheet of paper in front of Rue’s nose. She narrowed her eyes, scanning the yellowed parchment with care. She looked out to sea. Then she looked back again, and spoke aloud. “There’s no ship scheduled to depart today.” It wasn’t a question. The rat squeaked, “No, ma’am. Well, I m-mean there was, but there was only one, and it left earlier this morning right around noon.” Rue’s eyes narrowed. “Then what, sir, is that ship doing out there?” The rat’s eyes widened further, and a small squeal escaped his throat. “I-I don’t know…” He shrank back as far as he could as the badger roared. The source of her anger was only partly directed at him, however. Growling even more softly and dangerously than before, Rue rumbled, “Where’s the nearest available ship- one that’s fast and seaworthy?” The rat pointed a nervous finger. “That yacht over there, ma’am, but I wouldn’t recommend taking it- you see, it belongs to-“ Without listening, the badger departed as quickly as she came towards the aforementioned boat, her giant footsteps jarring the ground with every step. The rat, still quaking, let out a slow, shaky breath, wisely deciding against pursuit. Rue arrived at the yacht, her breath catching fast in her throat. She looked about. Much as she would like to leave then and there, it was impossible, not to mention foolish, to attempt to sail a ship alone- even one as small as this one. With a seething impatience she scanned the jetty for other beasts to come and join her- time was of the essence, and the ship was rapidly disappearing past the horizon. Soon, it would be out of sight. Where was everyone?! (OOC: Wow, this went on longer than I intended. I hope nobody’s put off by the length of the post. )
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Post by Risk Lunaria on Sept 15, 2006 19:55:09 GMT -5
Risk ran swiftly, her black cloak streaming behind her,trying to get to the jetty as fast as possible.Breathing heavily and out of breath she screeched to a stop and quickly scanned the area."TY?!!Ty?!!!!!"the vixen yelled at the top of her lungs.Not seeing the beast she was looking for, Risk scanned the ocean and saw a lone ship sailing away."What the.....but there's not suppose to be a ship sai....."She slapped her paw to her forehead."Too late."she muttered.
Risk strode up to the deputy harbor-master."Give me the fastest ship you have"she said impatiently while glaring at him.The rat trembled under her fiery gaze and mumbled,"I..I'm sorry.Bu..But that badger over there......"he said while pointing with his chin behind her,over to a beast near a yacht.Risk whisked around and spotted the badger and her eyes darkened.
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Post by Rowtag Shadowblade on Sept 15, 2006 20:05:28 GMT -5
Rowtag rushed toward the jetty, his eyes flicking frantically. His paws pounded the sand as he searched for Ty. He could still remember what he had witnessed. Ty coming into his room with Risk, and barricading themselves in. Rowtag falling asleep next to the door. The unmistakable stench of a gas. Waking up with a pounding headache to see that the barricade was strewn all over the floor, and that Ty wasn't there. Shaking his head angrily, Rowtag growled furiously at himself. He looked around and located a dark silhouette of a beast, and a second beast near the deputy harbor-master. He examined the yacht the tall beast was next to with approval. It was a well made ship, made for fast sailing. It would suffice. He trotted over to the yacht and the beast, and saw that it was Rue, a badger. That meant that the other silhouette was Risk. Groaning to himself, he walked up behind Rue quietly. "You here to look for Ty?"
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Post by Chicory Rue on Sept 15, 2006 20:38:28 GMT -5
Raising her eyes to the sound of voices and pounding paws, Rue was startled to see not one beast, but two- a rather sizeable wolf whose name she knew to be Rowtag but wasn’t acquainted with, and a sable-cloaked vixen who she vaguely remembered as Risk. She squinted hard against the grits of sand that blew with the wind, curiously observing what they were doing and waiting anxiously all the while. Risk appeared to go through the same procedure that Rue herself had, and to be sure, the rat tipped his head to cue her in the direction of the yacht, and the badger matron. Her tolerance growing thin, her footpaws shuffled of their own accord back and forth through the sand, paws tapping against her sides.
As her attention was focused almost solely upon the vixen and the rat, Rue didn’t see the wolf approaching until she half-turned her head to see a crease of his blatantly crimson cloak flapping wildly in the corner of her vision. She froze on the spot, unsure of the interloper’s intentions- but then, she saw that he bore the unmistakable insignia of the Horde, and relaxed. It was Rowtag.
"You here to look for Ty?
After deliberating for a moment on how to answer this unexpected question, the badger nodded affirmatively, her mind working rapidly. “I am, indeed- if it is indeed Ty we are seeking for. Alas! I know almost nothing of this situation, save only that it stinks of foul play- you had better fill me in on what’s going on once we get going.”
Rue turned her head and squinted, paws spread akimbo. She was not surprised to see the vixen looking so grim; after all, it was a grim situation at hand. What did surprise her was the loathing in the vixen's glance, directed solely at Rue. But why? That was odd- she had never even seen the vixen before. She pushed it to the back of her mind for now- there were more pressing matters at hand.
“Speaking of ‘get going…’ Is that vixen coming with us or not, do you suppose? I wish she'd hurry up...”
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Post by Risk Lunaria on Sept 15, 2006 21:14:43 GMT -5
Risk stiffly walked toward the badger.Suddenly she spots a familiar face who is walking to the badger.Having no choice Risk trotted to them.She nodded a grim hello to both of them and started to examine the ship.
"We better start sailing or else."she said icily.She nodded toward the sea after seeing only part of the sail of the ship that Ty was on sailing away.
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Post by Ty on Sept 17, 2006 7:16:36 GMT -5
Ty scowled to himself, and sighed. He was done. He would be this blighter's slave, now. Again.... Ty usually looked to the bright side, but for once, he couldn't see it. There was no bright side. No happy ending or anything of that sort in his eyes. He was just doomed. As the three enemies went into the hull, to look at apparently, some other slaves, Ty began to get even more angered. There were even more slaves, and yet Diro had still come back for him?!
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Post by Rowtag Shadowblade on Sept 23, 2006 14:48:49 GMT -5
"We have to hurry if we want to save Ty." Rowtag glanced nervously at the yacht and shook his furry head, as if he could get rid of a nightmare. "I promised I wouldn't go sailing agin." He sighed to himself and hoisted himself aboard. "Anybeast know how to sail this thing? It's been a while and I've forgotten all that I know of." He bent over and stuck out a paw, just incase.
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Post by Chicory Rue on Sept 23, 2006 19:57:34 GMT -5
The badger nodded affirmatively at Risk and Rowtag, her jaw set in a grim line. She scritched the tip of one ear with her paw (a habit of hers, noticeable whenever she was troubled) before speaking aloud, sighing mentally as she did so.
"Yes. Time is of the essence here- we can't afford to lose any. I myself know a bit about sailing, though only a little- only what was mandatory for all Horde soldiers to learn. I'm not the best of sailors, but in this case I suppose it'll have to do."
She gestured towards the waiting yacht. "Get in. Risk, do me a favor and undo the reef points attached to the mainsail- we're going to need all the sail we can get if we're going to catch that ship. Rowtag, go down below deck and see if there are any weapons laying about that we can use. I'm going to be at the helm."
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Post by Risk Lunaria on Sept 24, 2006 16:20:43 GMT -5
Risk nodded and kept looking desperately at the ship(with Ty in it)sailing farther and farther away.She started toward the ship they would sail on and shuffled across the gangplank.
Deep in thought she didn't notice an unevenness on part of the gangplank,midway, and tripped over it.Waving her arms in windmills, Risk desperately tried to get her balance.Unable too,the vixen toppled over,about to fall head first into the cold sea water.
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Post by Ty on Sept 24, 2006 18:24:37 GMT -5
Ty's mind was settled on his two friends right now. Land was out of distance, and he was growing even more negative by the minute. His mind then settled on Risk. He knew Rowtag was okay. That wolf could probably get himself out of anything.... but what was happening to Risk. The mysterious vixen, who Row and he found beautiful after showing her true self. Though, she was constantly troubled.... that is why he was worried.
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Post by Rowtag Shadowblade on Sept 25, 2006 16:09:51 GMT -5
Rowtag withdrew his paw and turned around, scanning the horizon for any sight of the ship that Ty was on. He heard an odd sound of... tripping paws!!! He turned around just in time to see Risk about to plunge into the sea. "No!" Rowtag swiftly reached over and snatched for Risk's cloak. Great. One of us can't even walk straight. What'll we do against a badger and a wolverine? At least Rue's here.
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Post by Risk Lunaria on Sept 25, 2006 21:24:37 GMT -5
Risk was about to plunge into the water when suddenly an arm grabs her just in time.But the beast who saved her had grabbed onto her hood and the vixen was practically strangled.
Because of the pressure on her throat,Risk acted instinctively.While being pulled to safety onto the ship, she whipped out her hidden dagger and blindly slashed at her "hero" while making choking sounds.
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Post by Chicory Rue on Sept 25, 2006 21:50:53 GMT -5
Rue turned around at the sounds of scuffling behind her, immediately saw what was going on, and reacted. Abandoning the tiller (which swung wildly behind her), she plunged across the deck towards the two beasts, her giant footpaws pounding. Her first impression was that Risk was trying to murder Rowtag, as she was stabbing furiously at him with her dagger, and the wolf in turn had her in a sort of choke-hold, one paw firmly clamped on the hem of her throat.
She shook her head and growled, unwilling to intervene in what she saw as a "privy fight." Vermin! They were all the same. But as strands of logic tumbled through her mind, she realized that it didn't make any sense- the two had seemed to like each other well-enough, and besides, whoever lived would have to deal with the suicide mission they were currently on. Vermin may have been foul-hearted, but they usually killed for a reason, even if the reason was plunder or pleasure.
Then she saw that the vixen was half-in, half-out of the boat, and Rowtag was actually trying to drag her back in- hindered greatly by the blade blindly darting about, seeking to maim him. Either Risk had gone mad, or…or, she had gone overboard, and Rowtag was trying to pull her back in. The situation was rapidly worsening as realization finally clicked in the badger’s slow mental processes, which called now for a desperate reaction.
She sprung deftly towards the pair, (astonishing for a beast of her size and age) her teeth bared and the hackles rising on her neck. Because of the urgency of the moment, her fur had fallen to shambles, hanging in great, limp masses round her neck, making her look twice as fearsome as she normally did. Her eyes wide with barely concealed rage, she reared up to her full formidable height and brought her right paw crashing down between the two, separating them. Her left seized Risk’s body- not by the cloak or the neck, but round the middle, such was the size to which Rue’s splayed and massive paws could extend.
The woodworkings of the deck were slippery, however, covered as it was with water that had sloshed overboard upon the periodical rocking of the small boat. Thus, Rue’s grip on the floor with her footpaws began to slip, and she slid all the way to the railing of the ship, roaring all the while as she was.
((Meh…sorry, bad post, I’m kinda tired right now…))
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Post by Risk Lunaria on Sept 26, 2006 20:52:18 GMT -5
Risk still stabbed blindly at the wolf,feeling slightly lightheaded.Ahh..lemme go!!She started to twist and turn in every way to at least get some pressure off of her throat.(Risk is very sensitive around her neck)
Finally, what seemed like along time,she felt the pressure on her neck loosen.But then felt a huge paw grab around her middle area.
Still partly blinded from being lightheaded and not being to see straight,Risk stopped slashing aimlessly and started to stab somewhere behind her where she thought the beast who grabbed her would be.Twisting wildly the vixen let out a outraged cry,"AAAIIIIYYYEEEE!!!" Baring her teeth she yelled,"Lemme' go!!"
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Post by Rowtag Shadowblade on Sept 26, 2006 20:57:01 GMT -5
OOC: Bad post?!?!?!?! You call that bad? That's amazing!! Rowtag tried to hold onto Risk, wincing as her blade found its mark multiple times. He was about to heave her in when a paw smashed down between them. He staggered backward, nursing his injured arm. When Rowtag saw Rue slid, he jumped forward the tried to latch onto her clothing with his good paw.
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Post by Chicory Rue on Sept 26, 2006 21:23:54 GMT -5
OOC: Aww, thanks...losta errors though did Rue find...oh well... ^_-
A heavy cry rang through the air, and Rue staggered backwards in spite of herself, clutching her forearm. Rivulets of purplish-red blood streamed off the loose strands of dense grey-ish fur covering her arm, falling to the deck in large, sickening dollops. The blade had found its mark, indeed- a particularly unlucky cut had slashed the badger’s arm clear to the bone, with half-a-dozen shallower incisions peppering her forearm where the blade had (mercifully) sliced horizontally rather than going straight in, as the vixen had obviously been aiming to do.
“You fool! We’re trying to help you, and now, see what you’ve done!”
Her voice shook with barely contained wrath as she listened to the vixen’s screams, and raised the tattered fabric of her sleeve to inspect her own wound, which was still bleeding profusely. She would need to have it bandaged, that was for sure, but right now there was no time. Time itself seem to stop for a moment, and for a moment there could only be heard the sound of three beasts panting, caught up in the cruel vicissitudes of Fortune's whim.
Suddenly, she felt someone grab the fabric of her clothing behind her. Instead of losing her head (as the vixen had done), Rue in fact welcomed the pressure, as she knew that it was Rowtag, trying to latch her in to safety. A dead weight of lost hope pressed against her chest, even as she helped the wolf as best she could in their combined efforts. Both Rue and Rowtag had been wounded, and precious time lost…
A roar burst out of the badger’s chest, and her beetle-black eyes, normally glowing so warmly with cheery kindness, pulsed dimly with rage in the shaft of mottled sunlight illuminating their faces. Never, never, never before had this happened in the history of the Horde- a beast wounded not by training, or by combat against an enemy, but by stupidity. The idiocy of this vixen had cost the badger the use of her right arm, her sword-arm, which she was going to need, come the conflict sure to ensue once they caught up with their pursuers- a chance fading more and more faintly away- with no one at the helm to control the vehicle, the ocean could drive the boat by its own whim and caprice.
A devastating truth hit her, and a great pain smote her, far more dreadful than the pain of the wound in her arm.
The current was flowing landwards. They were being swept back to shore- any chance of catching the rogue ship was now almost certainly lost.
The anger manifested itself physically now, and with one massive sweep of her paw, Rue withdrew- the only support the vixen had, against the churning water. She was almost tempted to let the vixen fall into the sea and drown, when her better sense took over anew. It didn’t matter how foolishly this beast was acting- it was her duty as an officer to look after those soldiers below her. She somehow doubted that that duty still remained applicable after the officer had been practically assaulted by the soldier in question.
The moment was rapidly approaching when it would be too late- the vixen now had nothing to stop her from falling into the sea…
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Post by Risk Lunaria on Sept 27, 2006 21:25:58 GMT -5
((OOC:heehee Ain't I a smart fox?But yea....my chare likes to stir things up.))
Risk couldn't help herself stabbing the other beats.Her instincts told her to defend herself,the few years training with the former warrior she met long ago encouraged it, too.
When she heard the badger roar in fury and pain she knew that her dagger had met its mark.The vixen was being pulled aboard when the badger withdrew.Having no support and no choice,Risk fell once again..but this time into the rushing water.sploosh
Risk bobbed back up to the surface,gasping and choking.Feeling the current pulling her back to land she swam against it.She knew she had made them lose valuable time and didn't want them to lose more.
Risk tried to tell them something with the waves crashing over her head."Glweoige..Steer..gkwalejblub...ship..asg" was all she managed to say before she went back under the water.
The vixen swam as hard as she could toward the ship's side.Finally reaching it,she tried to get a grip on the wood.Clawing at the side and trying to get her breath back,Risk waits if they steer the ship or if they didn't even hear her message.
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Post by Rowtag Shadowblade on Sept 27, 2006 21:30:17 GMT -5
Rowtag snatched a rope and dropped it over the side, holding tightly to the other end and bracing himself if Risk held on. "Rue, your arm, better get something on it." He looked over the railings to see where Risk was. "Did she say get the ship on course or something?"
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Post by Chicory Rue on Sept 27, 2006 22:46:58 GMT -5
Rue breathed in silently. The badger was standing back at the helm, with the wound in her arm still bleeding profusely. It seemed to be slowing down, though; although Rue wasn't sure, it seemed to be a superficial wound. Superficial- normally a larger word than the badger normally used, and she had to struggle a bit to remember it. The brief moment of concentration helped to ease the sting in her forearm, and she focused instaed on the tiller, rotating it experimentally with her good arm.
She had realized one thing. As long as they eventually got to where the ship was going, it didn't really matter how fast they got there- they'd still be getting there. Of course, there were two very large problems with that assumption- one, the other ship would likely meet with reinforcements once it got to land; they couldn't let that happen. Their situation was dire enough as it was. And two, she would have to keep the ship in sight anyway, in order to see where it was going.
All things considered, speed was still of the essence, and though time had been lost, yes, it could be made up- maybe. That was a maybe. Maybe depended on the state of the wind, and their fortune. They'd need every ounce of luck to make it through the ordeal ahead.
The badger's voice was calm as she spoke- she showed no signs of her earlier pain or outbursts of fury. It was as though it had never happened. Calmly, Rue took her good arm off the tiller and leaned her right arm, her good arm, on the spokes, groaning as the applied weight forced a new wave of pain on her. She gestured to Rowtag with her good arm.
"Rowtag...could you see if there's a roll of linen somewhere? I'll...I'll need someone to bind this. I'm staying at the tiller, though- we can't risk losing them again." No need to say who them was.
She paused, and called once more, this time to the vixen. Her eyes had an even, calm look about them; totally unruffled, despite the last contact the badger had had with the vixen.
"Risk- trim the mainsail, please. Simply put, just pull it in until it fills with wind, but no further than the point where the front edge of the sail (the luff) is exactly in line with the wind. Can you do that for me, please?"
Unfortunately, Rue didn't realize that the said vixen was still in the water...
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