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May 29, 2006 20:38:22 GMT -5
Post by camleth on May 29, 2006 20:38:22 GMT -5
"I do belive they were asking for that one." Cam said from the end of the bar where he had been sipping his Elderberry wine in peace. He had watched the whole exchange between Typhoon and Ranjit, after all, Typhoon was his commanding officer, with some intrest. After making a mental note to join Ranjit's little party, he had relaxed and gone back to sipping his drink when the two pine martens had entered and caused such a fuss.
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May 30, 2006 20:56:29 GMT -5
Post by Dingus and Shotput on May 30, 2006 20:56:29 GMT -5
*Emiadatly stopping their drunk act, the two martens sulker down in their chair, quite afraid of the ranting commander.*No need to get so angry man, well chill if ye say it politely.*
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May 31, 2006 3:07:23 GMT -5
Post by Typhoon on May 31, 2006 3:07:23 GMT -5
The badger's expression softened, but his voice was still firm.
"There's a time and place for everything, lads. In battle, or during a celebration, or when you are on your own; I will not stop you then. But please, don't come up to me and start screaming at me. That's something only I can do to you if you do something really wrong during parade. Let's forget about that incident now, shall we? Next round's on me, lads!"
Typh was about to ask the bartender for five beers, but, on seeing that she was still staring at Khan, decided instead to get it himself. Muttering to himself again, he filled five glasses and distributed them to everyone in the tavern; Dingus, Shotput, Rue, Khan, and himself.
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May 31, 2006 11:02:42 GMT -5
Post by Dingus and Shotput on May 31, 2006 11:02:42 GMT -5
*Nodding to the badger, the martens grin*Thanks, I particul;arl;y love this beer.*Glurping down the contents,they grin wickedly and show their yellow teeth*
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Post by Flameclaw on Jun 2, 2006 5:08:33 GMT -5
OOC: Dingus... I am kinda in a bad mood so I shouldn't say this... but... read your post through at least once and make corrections, take more time about writing a post, use a different paragraph when you end on actions and your character speaks and make sure you put a space between commas and the next word, full stops and astricks, and astricks and the next word. Btw, Typh.. it's KHAN the WILDCAT To anyone who reads this, by tommorow, I'll wish that I hadn't written this, but I am anyway, since ranting at someone often makes you feel less unhappy.
Khan was trying to pay attention to Typhoon and the others, but when you have someone staring fliratiously, someone who's middleaged, like you, it's kind of hard to do so. The cat caught himself looking at her and so of course he looked away immediately. Then he realised how suspicious that must have looked. "Wha' coon bloody beast doo?" He growled under his breath as he took the beer Typhoon offered. He tossed it down in one draught and almost threw it down on the bar. When Junda instantly took the mug and went to fill it, Khan stood up and would have been stomping toward the door if he wasn't a wildcat.
An unfortunate weasel who hadn't moved out of the blacksmith's way got hurled towards the wall. The wall was about five meters away, so the weasel hit it with a sickening thud and fell like a broken toy. The ferret who the weasel had been talking to drew a sword and took three steps toward Khan, but that was as far as it got. Its sword paw was grabbed, crushed by a powerful paw and then Khan snapped the ferret's skinny arm and with his other paw, he grabbed the ferret by the head and lifted it about two feet in the air, to bring it down, on it's back, on the back of a chair. He left it there, a ferret with a wonky arm and a back that bent way to far, hanging over the back of the chair like a cloak would normally be hanging.
Khan walked on toward the bar doors, but as he placed his paw on them, he paused suddenly.
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Post by Flameclaw on Jun 2, 2006 5:11:38 GMT -5
OOC: See, I was missing a few commas there, and it makes it a ton harder to read. I would have picked them up if I had of re-read it carefully
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Jun 2, 2006 18:26:41 GMT -5
Post by Chicory Rue on Jun 2, 2006 18:26:41 GMT -5
OOC: Plus, you spelled 'asterisk' wrong, but ah well, it doesn't really matter. Rue grins and gratefully accepts the mug from Typh. "Thanks, Commander, I owe you one, don't I..." She attempts to speak further to him, but she gets no further than "Say, Typh-" before she is cut off by horrible shrieks, blasting the peaceful atmosphere of the bar like twin foghorns. She whirls around, thinking wildly at first that somebeast was hurt, but then she sees it's the two pine martens, as usual. She attempts to ignore them at first, trying to block out the awful noise and sipping at her mug, but when the discord continues with infuriating incessance, she suddenly whips around and bellows thunderously, " Quiet, you mindless, low-class impudents! One more peep out of you vermin, and you won't live to see your barracks another day, this Rue promises." Glowering at the two martens, she turns back to her drink.
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Jun 5, 2006 19:58:45 GMT -5
Post by Typhoon on Jun 5, 2006 19:58:45 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry about that. I must be going blind.
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Post by Flameclaw on Jun 7, 2006 3:38:12 GMT -5
OOC:.... is anyone reacting to a weasel and a ferret getting totally smashed by Khan?
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Jun 8, 2006 16:29:40 GMT -5
Post by Chicory Rue on Jun 8, 2006 16:29:40 GMT -5
OOC: Haha, of course not, nobody cares about weasels and ferrets. (just kidding... ) BIC: Rue looks up from her drink, startled by the sound of fighting close at hand. She roars in surprise as a weasel suddenly goes flying past her, hitting the wall. Reacting instinctively, the badger leaps up, nearly knocking over the table as she sweeps her massive cudgel into her paw with a giant, blunt paw. She looks around for the source of the discord; it doesn't take her long to find it. Her eyes narrow as she spots Khan. Stiding over to the other beast, cudgel loosely gripepd in her paw, she says coldly, "What was all that about, Khan?"
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Jun 11, 2006 13:28:09 GMT -5
Post by Korren Greeneyes on Jun 11, 2006 13:28:09 GMT -5
The red-furred mouse enters the tavern just in time to see a ferret hit the wall. Wide-eyed, he turns, as if to walk out the door again and come at a better time, but thinks better of it.
The last thing you need is these beasts thinking you're a chicken-liver, he thinks, as he sits down by the bar and orders a light beer. Besides, this could be interesting.
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Jun 19, 2006 5:10:46 GMT -5
Post by Typhoon on Jun 19, 2006 5:10:46 GMT -5
Typh tried to ignore the ferret and the weasel, but their constant moans irritated him. Setting his beer down momentarily, he nonchalantly drew his sword, and, walking over to the ferret, ran him through. Turning to the weasel, Typh swung his sword in an almost careless fashion, chopping the weasel's head off. The badger wasn't totally sure why he'd done that, but it had something to do with the fact that he had downed three beers and that if the two of them got away, they would have raised the whole town against the Horde. He wiped his sword on the corpse and sighed. The town really needed to be cleansed of the wave scum. Typh had been saying that for months, but he had done nothing about it.
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Jun 19, 2006 21:24:57 GMT -5
Post by Flameclaw on Jun 19, 2006 21:24:57 GMT -5
Khan turned to look at the badger as she called out. She was taller than himself, but no broader across the shoulders. Now finally, Khan’s list of beasts he wouldn’t want to fight had grown to four. No beast would want to fight a cat like Commander Flameclaw; he mixed strength and speed in such generous quantities. Kalemeleth was a formidable warrior, that twohanded sword he carried could be deceptively fast and hard striking. Typhoon wasn’t as agile as he was in his youth, but he still was a large male badger, and no matter what, they had the inherent strength that came with that fact. Now he could add this badger to the list that was now growing, since she looked like she still possessed the agility that youth entailed for all. Suddenly he realised what she’d asked, and without thinking, he voiced his thoughts,
“Yer askin me? Shoodn’t ah be askin ye? Yer a female ent ye?” Khan paused as he saw Typhoon casually dispatch the beasts that he hadn’t quite killed. “Noo, shoodn’t ye be askin him wha tha were aboot?”
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Jun 20, 2006 8:51:25 GMT -5
Post by Typhoon on Jun 20, 2006 8:51:25 GMT -5
Sheathing his sword, Typh made a slight bow to Rue and forestalled any questions or objections she might have had by speaking first.
"My apologies for the mess, marm, but I couldn't let the vermin off. The port town has hundreds, perhaps thousands of wave vermin and brigands. They've picked a fight with Hordebeasts more than once, though an uneasy truce has developed in recent days. I myself remember being trapped and placed under siege more than once in taverns like this one. If those two were to get away, within minutes, the tavern would have been surrounded by vermin."
Typh nodded at the ferret.
"I recognise that one. Brigand. I'd say his gang has about... three or four score members? He would have recognised us, and, after we left, he would give a description of all of us to his gang. The next time we stepped into town, we'd all have been dead meat."
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Jun 20, 2006 14:10:08 GMT -5
Post by Shalaia Avadur on Jun 20, 2006 14:10:08 GMT -5
*Dang beasts... all of them hate me... A bitter-looking weasel walked into the saloon, a sullen look on her face. A brown paw fidgeted with the white sash around her black tunic as she glared at the surrounding creatures for no apparent reason. Suddenly, she gave a start, and swiftly turned towards where the weasel and the ferret were. Instinctively her other paw flew to her scimitar, which was tucked into the sash. Then she saw that they were dead. The weasel's eyes roamed over towards Typhoon, and she assessed the situation in a trice. Obviously, the badger Commander had killed the dumb beasts. Shalaia smiled inwardly and sauntered over to the bar. She tapped her claws on the counter in a bored fashion as she spoke.*
One glass of beer, please.
*Shalaia inclined her head somewhat stiffly to the bartender as the glass was placed in front of her. She drank deeply and smacked her lips in an unseemly fashion, sneaking a sideways glance at Typhoon. The weasel wondered what he was talking about; frankly, Shalaia was a gossip beast. Mentally shrugging it aside, Shalaia drank a couple more sips.*
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Jun 23, 2006 20:23:26 GMT -5
Post by Flameclaw on Jun 23, 2006 20:23:26 GMT -5
Khan nodded to Typhoon, the badger was deffinitley a good ally. Not only in war, but with females too. Khan shuddered, he had no idea at all what had gone on with Junda, but he didn't really like it. The fox was attractive though, fine whiskers, long lashes and that oh so inviting shy smile. A smile snuck on to the cat's features before he realised. It didn't last long. A grimace swiftly replaced that smile and Khan turned to leave when he felt a firey pain in his back.
A ferret stood with his blood coated dagger in an upraised paw and shouted in victory over the fallen cat.
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Jun 24, 2006 1:14:52 GMT -5
Post by Typhoon on Jun 24, 2006 1:14:52 GMT -5
Reacting faster that he had thought possible for his old body, Typh bounded over to the ferret and broke his neck with a single blow. As the vermin crumpled dead to the floor, a hail of arrows zipped in through the open window, burying their heads in the soft half-rotten planks of the old wooden floor. The badger quickly blocked the window with a table, shoring it up with the ferret's dead body. The next wave of arrows thudded against the table but did not penetrate.
Peering out of the door, Typh saw some thing which made him groan. The streets leading to the seaside tavern and the beach were swarming with vermin, and their archers were firing at the tavern from second and third floor windows.
"Oh dang, not again..."
Typh set about blockading the windows, as it was but a matter of time before the vermin would have all of them covered. The badger consoled himself with the fact that the walls of the tavern were made of stone, and the roof was tiled, not thatched. That meant that the vermin could not burn them out so easily.
"Somebeast help Khan! I'm not a healer, I can't do anything for him!"
OOC: I hope nobody minds a fight...
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