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Post by Rinafera Woxwitty III on Jul 21, 2006 11:53:41 GMT -5
An otter stoood outside the large oaken door of the Ivoric Saloon, complete with his dirk in his belt. Pushing the door open, he entered very nonchalant. Heading over to Junda, he ordered an Elderberry Wine. Turning to watch all of the other customers, he staggered over to a table. Placing his drink down, he watached carefully as two stoats and a wildcat entered the bar. Erksta watched them with puzzled brown eyes as they walked over to the counter and ordered hard liquor. Grinning, he sighed and took a gulp of his wine. He jumped from his seat when the wildcat grabbed Junda and threw her down to the ground. Drawing his dirk, he barked at them.
"A'righ', scum, ye lis'en ta me! I want ye and yer pals to lea'e thi' ba' righ' now!"
The vermin ran at him, with drawn cutlasses. Throwing down his dirk, Erksta landed a punch at the snout of the wildcat. But he was needing help, or he might die.
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Post by Chicory Rue on Jul 23, 2006 17:14:54 GMT -5
The badger watched quizzically from where she sat at the counter, a tankard half-full of nutbrown ale sitting in front of her. She scowled at the sight of the otter inciting a wildcat and two vermin, goading them into a fight.
"Good gravy, is he truly that idiotic? What in the name of Martin is he doing?" she thought with a mixture of unsurprised knowingness and scorn. She wondered if he was drunk. There was simply no way an otter could tackle a group of three by himself and emerge unscathed. The stoats, maybe. Not the wildcat.
Her scowl turned into a sharp breath of consternation: Erksta was going to need her help, regardless of how foolishly he was acting. Rue half-considered not even getting up at all- after all, it was completely the otter's fault, and it wasn't her fight anyway.
She sighed, making up her mind. Standing up where she stood, she bellowed as loudly as she could (a full-chested, ear-splitting roar that shook the very dust from the rafters), "Stop right there!"
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Post by Korren Greeneyes on Jul 23, 2006 23:52:28 GMT -5
The fieldmouse drank a mug of October Ale, disinterested in buying another drink, as Junda so obviously hinted. He liked the vixen, and gave her a tip, but he wasn't a big drinker, although, if he stayed here long enough, he might become one.
When the wildcat threw Junda to the ground, Korren jumped up on the counter, drawing his sword, but halted as Rue yelled, and a fine layer of dust covered his red-haired head.
"Aye! If ye're gonna make trouble, at least do it to somebeast 'oo kin make trouble back; take yer vixen-shoving behinds outside, or we'll take 'em outside fer ye!"
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Post by Typhoon on Jul 24, 2006 3:37:46 GMT -5
As Typh led his patrol down the narrow alleys, he sighed. After the incident with Ffasma, he had sworn never to come on night patrol ever again. Not that that mattered. He was in charge of the town, so he had no choice. Actually, he hadn't been appointed the mayor or anything, but since no other officer ever ventured down to the town, he felt a sense of responsibility for it. He had many friends in the town, all of whom were terrorised by the sea vermin and brigands. The badger had been talking about cleaning out the town for months now, but nothing had ever come of it.
As the patrol passed the tavern, Typh heard a mad unrecognisable roar, followed by a voice he immediately recognised as belonging to Korren.
"Aye! If ye're gonna make trouble, at least do it to somebeast 'oo kin make trouble back; take yer vixen-shoving behinds outside, or we'll take 'em outside fer ye!"
Typh knew from experience that any tavern brawl in the town could easily escalate into a full-fledged war. Sending his fastest runner, a fox, to call for reinforcements, the badger drew his sabre and barged into the tavern with his three spear-wielding otter sentries, cutting off the path of retreat for the three troublemakers.
"Right, what's going on here then?"
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Post by Chicory Rue on Jul 24, 2006 11:13:35 GMT -5
Rue looked over at Typhoon in surprise, a massive, blunt paw already resting on the heavy club at her side. She wasted no time in springing up and going over to join the side of the other badger, club in paw, looking no less fearsome than the officer at her side."
She gave a short bark. "Right, you heard Commander Typhoon. What's going on here?"
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