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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Dec 27, 2005 23:28:32 GMT -5
*Ffasma opens the door and limps inside the tavern, her head bowed slightly. From underneath her hood, her purple-gray eyes roam, assessing the tavern in a somewhat cold manner. She stops for a moment, seeking out a table, and then finds one towards the back. She doesn't bother to remove her cloak, instead settling for simply tossing off the hood. Leaning back in her chair, she surveys her surroundings once mroe.
Ffasma is very unaccustomed to such a loud...well...friendly place. Being jumpy and twitchy, she is not a very outgoing person. She sees a bartender and motions for him. He steps over to her and she orders hot cordial, then cotinues gazing about the place. Perhaps someone would actually come and sit with her...*
OOC: Short I know but I'm exhausted...
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Post by vinxliyar on Dec 28, 2005 0:51:55 GMT -5
*Two ferrets enter the tavern also, clearly brother and sister. The male ferret takes his sister's cloak and the two of them look around for a moment. Not many tables were empty and even the barstools were taken up.
A sour look is passed between the two of them and they quietly move toward the back table where Ffasma is sitting. The shorter of the two, the female, is evidently the more out-going of the two, as shown by her eccentric outfitting, looks as apprehensive as her brother, who hangs back behind his shorter sibling.
The female ferret, figuring if you didn't take a chance you'd never get anywhere, sat down first, making a bit of rukus to reassure herself. Her elder brother (by a few minutes) sat down quietly after her, setting down his bow on the table as a friendly assurance to the skiddish-looking ferret sitting across from them. The eccentric ferret coughs and the shy one looks at the ever-repeating pattern of the woodgrain on the table. The former ferret orders both of their drinks.
Could she have a small bottle of rum and a grog for her brother? Yes she could. Could she bring a drink back to her sister? No, drinks had to stay in the tavern. The waitress ran off to get their drinks and the two sat in silence... perhaps waiting for a conversation to be brought up by the beast already sitting there.*
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Post by Typhoon on Dec 28, 2005 5:51:56 GMT -5
Typhoon entered the tavern on one of his daily visits, wearing a thick hooded cloak over his usual garb. The cold and snow outside had not discouraged him from visiting the tavern regularly. It seemed like it had not discouraged the townsfolk from visiting it either. The tavern was packed, and the badger's usual bar seat had been taken. Upon seeing one of his best customers arrive, the bartender immediately gave the badger his usual, a glass of cognac. Taking it, the badger picked his way through the crowd and tables to a quiet corner, where he found a table, took his cloak off, and sat down.
Due to a combination of old age and a lifetime spent poring over books, the badger's longsightedness had worsened to the point where he had to wear glasses to see clearly anything closer than a few feet. Now, he took the glasses out of an inside pocket and put them on. Surveying the occupants of the tavern, the badger came across the faces of three unfamiliar ferrets sitting at his table right next to him. The badger was wondering how they had got there when he realised he had not seen them, and it was out of pure luck that he had not sat on one of them. Never one to start a conversation, Typhoon sipped his cognac and waited for one of the trio to speak first.
OOC: Hope no one minds the snow, I thought it would be appropriate, what with it being December and all. Sorry about the late edit, I didn't have much time yesterday.
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Dec 28, 2005 12:26:56 GMT -5
*Ffasma spots the two ferret siblings come through the door and immediately has the strong feeling that she will quickly know more about this two. Indeed, she is correct, for the two make their way over to where Ffasma is sitting and sit down. Ffasma's odd eyes stare at the female ferret as she makes two-beasts worth of noise as she sits down. Her gaze then darts to the brother, who she can see simply by the way he is dressed that he is much more timid than his sister.
Ffasma does not speak while the ferrets order their drinks. Finally, she is about to say something when she stops. A badger has just entered through the door and has made his way over to the table. A sudden, overwhelming feeling of uncomfort washes over Ffasma. Having lived in the depths of the woods for quite some time, she is unused to visitors even coming INTO her neck of the woods, much less sitting at the same table as her. Without waiting for an invitation, she offers her name.*
My name is Ffasma. Ffasma Doomsday. It's...nice to...meet you, whoever you are... *The ferret glances down at her own drink and takes a sip, then glancing up at the badger and the ferret siblings, waiting for their introductions.*
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Post by vinxliyar on Dec 28, 2005 12:30:24 GMT -5
*Immediately a curtain is lifted as the large badger takes a seat. Having somebeast that is somewhat normal (whatever that may be) sitting with the two of them and this curious beast across from them was a big reassurance. The female ferret decides to introduce the two of them, since her brother is still being shy and staring at the woodgrain on the table. He jumps slightly when the odd ferret across from them speaks for the first time and his sister is slightly reassured when the odd ferret was just asking for who they were. She pauses, though, pondering over the interesting name before speaking.*
'Ello... I'm Zelardieth an' this 'ere is Willith, basic'lly Zel and Will. 'Oo're you?
*Zelardieth directs the question towards the badger, who had yet to introduce himselfe and then accepts the two drinks set down by the waitress, passing the grog over to her brother, who gratefully holds onto the frosted mug. She pulls out the cork plug in her bottle of rum and takes a swig, her green eyes roving between the badger and ferret of whose names she wished to know.*
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Post by Typhoon on Dec 28, 2005 22:09:44 GMT -5
Typhoon set his glass down and looked oddly at the two ferrets named Zel and Will, who were obviously siblings. He could have sworn he had seen similar features on another ferret, but who? Innately distrustful of strangers, the badger was somewhat ill at ease with three ferrets he did not know. He gave a slight start as Zel spoke. Typhoon was seriously considering giving them a false name, before he remembered that the name everyone here knew him by wasn't his real one anyway.
"Well... I'm Typhoon. Just call me Typh."
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Post by vinxliyar on Dec 28, 2005 22:50:10 GMT -5
*Zelardieth returns an equally odd look at Typhoon, not because of any confusion, but just to meet the one he gave to her and her brother. Willith stays silent, swirling the alcohalic beverage with a claw. His sister taps him a bit, and he starts so badly that he tips over his drink.*
Oi, you! Cou'd ya bring a tow'l ov'r here, eh?
*Zelardieth sighed, sitting back in her chair, a scowl on her face.*
Blast dang it, Will, yore awlways makin' a mess, ya are. Then playin' tricks on me n' Vinx an' actin' all innocent n' th' such...
*She covers one side of her mouth with her paw and talks only to Typh, who she's already somewhat warmed up to, considering the other two ferrets both were silent, Willith sitting ashamed as a grisley stoat wiped up the mess in front of him.*
'E's a bit slow, but dun't mind 'im... Didn't 'ave me ta boss 'im around all th' time nor a muther. Ah, there I go agin... tellin' me whole life story...
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Post by Typhoon on Dec 29, 2005 8:58:35 GMT -5
Typh gave another slight start when Zel mentioned Vinx, nearly spilling his own drink. Now he remembered where he had seen those familiar features before. The badger put two and two together and surmised that the two ferrets were Vinxliyars' siblings, but he thought it better to seek confirmation before coming to any false assumptions.
"It's alright. By the way, I heard you mention Vinx. Do you mean the Vinxliyar Esyrlden that lives up at the old fort?
OOC: Man, my RPing is getting worse. Not that it was ever much good...
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Dec 29, 2005 11:45:04 GMT -5
*Ffasma finds it awfully hard to hide a smile as she sees Willith spill his drink. The poor beast...he's a bit like me, she decides. Turning to the stoat who had cleaned up the mess, she calls to him, for once not speaking in her quiet, slightly raspy voice.* You! Stoat! Aren't you going to give the poor ferret a refill? What kind of waiter are you?
*The stoat turns to look at her and Ffasma sees how large he is. However, he simply strolls over and picks up the mug, bowing mockingly. Ffasma sneers and returns to her own drink, glancing up at Will and then to the conversing ferret and badger. Turning to Will, she speaks again, though very hesitant.*
Where are you from?
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Post by vinxliyar on Dec 29, 2005 22:14:46 GMT -5
*Zelardieth nods as she's taking a large gulp of her drink.*
Aye, ole Vinx, th' nasti'st older sibling an'beast cou'd 'ave.
*As she makes this comment to Typhoon, Willith jerks his head up to talk to Ffasma, slightly embarassed to have a beast order something to be done for him. He coughs a bit, his eyes darting around.*
Me? Oh... I'm.. from th' desert... though m'mum isn't... origi'nally...
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Post by Typhoon on Dec 30, 2005 8:43:43 GMT -5
"I see..." said Typh as he took another sip of his drink. "I knew I'd seen someone looking like the two of you before." He finished his cognac, and rose to get another from the bar.
OOC: Anyone want to start a bar fight?
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Post by vinxliyar on Dec 30, 2005 11:42:11 GMT -5
Oh, aye, all ferrets 'oo are rela'ed look alike.
*Zelardieth takes another gulp of her rum and looks at the bottle, already diminishing in quantity. Perhaps she should drink a bit slower. She pops the cork in the bottle and slides it a few inches away from her paw.*
(OOC: I don't mind having a bar fight at all, you can start it.)
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Dec 30, 2005 18:39:11 GMT -5
OOC: BAR FIGHT BAR FIGHT W00T W00T W00T!  ;D BIC: *Ffasma nods and finishes her drink, giving a small sigh of contentment and then responds to Will's comment.* Must have been hard, living in the desert. *She glances up at Zel and Typh, clearing her throupat, clearly about to say or ask something...or at least try to make conversation. She stops, however, when Typh gets up. She watches the badger intently and then turns to Zel, glancing from her to her brother.* What was life like in the desert, if I may ask? *Maybe enhancing her friend-making skills wouldn't be TOO hard, she decides.* |
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Post by Typhoon on Dec 30, 2005 21:16:37 GMT -5
Typhoon picked his way through the mass of tables and chairs towards the bar, where the stoat bartender was arguing with a big burly weasel, who was at least as big as a medium-sized wildcat. The badger admired the bartender's courage in arguing with the weasel, as the stoat was only a bit more than half the weasel's height.
Anticipating a fight, the bar seats had been vacated, and the beasts at the tables near the bar were listening intently to the argument. As Typh drew nearer, he could pick out some of the words over the buzz of conversation.
" 'Til yer pay yer bills, there's no way I'm letting yer out o' this tavern!" The bartender said firmly.
"Ye dare to threaten me, ye little titch? I'm warning yer....
"Yer talk big, yer big idiot!" interrupted the bartender. "You're all talk!"
Typhoon had heard enough. Already he could see the weasel drawing his dagger. Quick as a flash, the badger grabbed and empty ale bottle and smashed the weasel so hard on the head with it that it broke. Immediately, the whole tavern ceased talking. A score of assorted vermin stood up and drew many assorted weapons."
"He's killed our brother! The stripedog's killed him!"
Typhoon cursed as he realised that he had left his long sword at the table.
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Post by vinxliyar on Dec 30, 2005 21:34:32 GMT -5
*Willith begins to talk, but is almost immediately interrupted by his sister.*
Neither o' us 'member it aul that well, we left when we were but two seasons ould. Aul that I 'member is that it 'twas very 'ot.
*Willith glares at his sister, a scowl on his lips.*
That's all YOU remember, that duddn't mean tis all I remember!
*Zelardieth returns the scowl and narrows her eyes at him.*
Oh, it tisn't, then? Tell me wot you 'member.
*Happy with her comeback, she folds her arms over her chest. Willith narrows his eyes at her once more and turns to Ffasma.*
Well, I remember that there wuz a big ole fight 'bout 'oo wou'd take over the manor an' cuz we wuz so li'le, we 'ad no say, an' they look us ta Mossflower Woods indeed. Some'ow we all got sep'rated and some'ow we all got reunit'd. That's wot I remember.
*Zelardieth interrupts again.*
Aw, shove off. Ever'beast 'members THAT story, ye bloody imbicile! That's not much bett'r than wot I said two min'tes 'go.
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Dec 31, 2005 16:58:33 GMT -5
*Ffasma stares straight-faced at the two, her eyes darting back and forth among the siblings. Suddenly, she hears a crash, and her head whirls around. The badger! He had killed the weasel. Getting up, Ffasma dones her hood and then glances at the two ferrets, as though asking "coming?". She does not pull out her sword, instead deciding to use her fists. Slinking over, she ends up behind a ferret in the back of the group. Grinning maliciously, she wraps her paws around his neck and presses a spot just at the base of his neck. The ferret slumps to the ground dead. Smirking from underneath her cloak, Ffasma readies herself for an attack.*
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Post by Typhoon on Dec 31, 2005 21:46:19 GMT -5
Typhoon had broken two legs of an old wooden chair off, and brandished them at the mob in front of him. He was just about to charge them when he spotted a ferret at the back of the group crumple to the ground, obviously dead. The badger had no more time to think about that, as the mob was almost on him.
The first blow from the badger's clubs broke the skull of a stoat. Turning around immediately, Typh parried a blow from ferret's sabre with the first club, jabbed the ferret in the stomach with the other club, picked him up, and threw him at a bunch of his comrades, before charging at another group.
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Post by vinxliyar on Jan 1, 2006 13:10:20 GMT -5
Yes it 'tis--
*Willith's train of thought drifts off and ends quickly as he realizes the tension in the room. He stands up and looks to where Typhoon just killed the weasel and then over to his sister, who had already pulled out her sabre and was handing him over a smaller blade, since Willith's bow was much too big for close combat. Willith took the blade and him and his sister ran into the fray of beasts.*
Oi, look out fer that rat b'hind ye!
*Zelardieth shouted at him and Willith spun around, dealing the rat an elbow to the skull and a slash to his chest, which came back to spray blood across his own.
Zelardieth had already moved towards the inner part of chaos, a slash across her upper left arm, but nothing horrible yet. A big burly ferret ran into her and she dropped her sabre for a moment, falling to the ground. When she got back up, sabre once again in hand, she was suprised with a fist to her face by the same ferret who had knocked her down. Blood now stained her fangs and she was once more on the ground.*
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Jan 1, 2006 19:57:21 GMT -5
*Ffasma works silently, slinking from beast to beast and delivering a silent death. Suddenly, she feels a wave of pain and crumples to the ground. A burly weasel holding a cutlass is standing over her, menacing Ffasma with his blade. The ferretmaid feels as though her skull is on fire and she blinks dizzily. The weasel chuckles darkly and this seems to snap Ffasma from her trance. Glancing up, she seems to watch everything in slow motion as the weasel raises his sword and begins to birng it down. Quickly, Ffasma lashes out with her feet, deliveirng a mighty kick to the weasel's knee caps.
The weasel falls to the ground, giving a howl of pain. Leaping up, Ffasma quickly grabs the weasel's neck, her eyes shining, and breaks it. Looking around, she resumes her assassinations, but this time checking behind her to make sure she is not a victim of a sneak attack again. She sees Will and Zel in the thick of the crowd and then her eyes grow wide as she sees Zel attacked. She hesitates, not sure whether to help or not. She slays a scrawny stoat who was wide open, and tries to catch Zel's eyes.*
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Post by Typhoon on Jan 2, 2006 4:36:32 GMT -5
Just as he flung himself into the fray, Typhoon realised what a foolish move it was. He had thrown his customary caution to the winds and was acting like a headstrong young pup of twenty seasons. But it was too late to turn back. Big as he was, Typh was but a mediocre fighter, and it was not going to be long before the superior numbers of the rats overwhelmed him. Just then, he was fighting two large stoats and a rat, and could see more on their way. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Willith fighting, but Zel and Ffasma had gone down.
He smashed the rat on the head, but did not move fast enough to parry the claymores of the stoats. Instinctively, the badger raised his arm to block the blows, but the claymores only gave him two shallow gashes. It was only then that he remembered that he had been wearing a chain mail hauberk under his outer garments. The stoats, too, seemed to be puzzled, and momentarily stopped their attack. Seeing a chance, Typhoon smashed both on the head and grabbed the two claymores.
Suddenly, the badger felt a blow on the back of his head, and fell down, stunned. As he turned around to look at his assailant, he saw a wildcat holding a long spear.
"Not so cocky now, eh, stripedog?"
The wildcat raised his spear to administer the finishing move, but Typhoon was faster. Grabbing his claymores, he trapped the spearhead between their blades like a pair of scissors. Lashing out with his legs, he kicked the spear from the wildcat's grasp. As the wildcat tried to catch it, Typhoon sprung forwards and upwards and ran the wildcat through. The wildcat looked at the badger, surprised. Typhoon withdrew his claymores and rejoined the fray.
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