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Post by Ketzal Brazeglare on Jan 17, 2006 2:41:24 GMT -5
OOC: Heh heh... My turn to apologize, Ffasma... I'm not used to the system where one just revises their post, so I kept waiting for you to respond... *chuckles at self* OK, here we go.
BIC:Blast, thought Ketzal as the ferret ducked his blade. Just like he, she had musteline speed and agility on her side. He'd just have to be quicker, then...
The dark made it hard for his eyes to pick up her kick until it was too late. He arched back a bit in an attempt to soften the blow; it connected and he grunted a bit, but recovered quickly. Thank the fang I had the sense to put on that chainmail under my jerkin...
Suddenly he froze as Legolas made her threat to Mattak. An arrow to the eye would be serious (if not fatal), even to a wolverine of Mattak's size and power. Ketzal was a seasoned fighter and fast, but depending on the skill of his enemies, he may not be able to take them on his own...
Quickly the stoat decided to gamble, hoping Mattak would get what he was doing. As noiselessly as he could (so as to not alert Legolas prematurely), he launched himself forward and to Ffasma's (right) side. While in motion, he unsheathed his dirk with his right paw and held it up as a shield of sorts...between himself and the ferretmaid. With the scimitar in his left arm, he reached around the ferret and slashed at Legolas, whose back was turned because she was facing Mattak. His hope was to hamstring the otter, but even a simple distraction... a hit of any kind... would be welcome...
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Post by Typhoon on Jan 17, 2006 5:32:04 GMT -5
Typhoon saw his troops get distracted and chase the fleeing beast. Curse them! They were supposed to secure the fort, that was their mission. As they disappeared around the corner to the west side of the fort, Typhoon got up and limped to the southwest wall corner to see what was happening. He got there just in time to see his soldiers surrounding the intruder, who had fallen to the floor. He had not got close enough to see what species the intruder belonged to.
The badger was about to turn away when he heard a bloodcurdling scream from the intruder. He limped forward, and, panting from the exertion, told his score of soldiers to get back to their original mission.
"Get to the north side, you lot, and be quick about it! You sentries, tie this guy's paws behind his back, tie his legs together and gag him. I want two guards and an archer to keep watch on him until we can safely use the dungeon cells again."
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Post by Flameclaw on Jan 17, 2006 6:35:10 GMT -5
OOC: Dehumar, you really need to be careful of autoing! I'm not perfect there, nobody is, but did you know that Flame is riduculously fast over a short distance, though he isn't all that good when it comes to endurance? Flame would be ahead of the relatively heavily armed beasts who joined the chase. I'm not saying be perfect, I'm just asking you to be careful.
Khan had started to lag after his initial fury had started to subside and Flame's youth and lighter build paid off. By no means was the younger wildcat weak, he was a powerfully built cat, but Khan could possibly be as strong as a badger. So it was Flame who actually leaped over the rolling Dehumar instead of falling like the rest of the soldiers. Flame was about to grab Dehumar and completely smash the beast when Khan caught up, it screamed and Typhoon gave his orders.
Khan stood menacingly behind the intruder as Flame held Dehumar by the scruff and asked "What's your name and why has Tatterack attacked us?" Flame looked over the dangling beast's head and added, "Typhoon, I'll tie him up and stuff later." Khan leaned over and growled in the captive's ear, "Doon't ye try any funny business or ah'll croosh yer skool like eggshells. Fleem mah't let me do it ahnyway if ye doon't speak." Just to add emphasis to his threat, the burly smith grabbed the dagger from Dehumar's belt and bent it around till the tip touched the handle and let it spring back. Not that it sprung anywhere near straight, instead, the dagger was a gentle curve, getting sharper as it got to the tip. "Speak up!" Said Flame as he shook his unfortunate victim.
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Post by Typhoon on Jan 17, 2006 7:19:06 GMT -5
"Right then, I'll see you later."
Typhoon felt sufficiently strong to carry the fight to the enemy personally. The Terranyth had gone back to begin their attack from the hallway, and Typhoon decided to lead the Ontarian sentries round the west side to flank the enemy. He took a squad of them, armed with long spears.
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Post by adrean on Jan 17, 2006 18:07:06 GMT -5
*Adrean motions to his archers, who emerge from the shadows and join their small group. He looks to Jadak at his suggestion that he shoiuld have taken the door and chuckles.* Maybe, Commander. Where to now though. That badger will be gathering forces and sweeping this floor soon, so we need to move quickly, but what are our objectives? Just plunder? Damage? *is thinking about that badger. He really would like to try his hand on the beast. He glances briefly to the two bowbeasts and motions in two directions to the west side, both of them silently moving off, back into the shadows.* Those two will guard our flank and backs as we advance, as long as they can, then attempt to find us again. *He looks again to Sabac, then Jadak, waiting for them to order something.*
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Jan 17, 2006 18:49:08 GMT -5
OOC: Ketzal, I've seen your post but I'm going to give Ffasma a chance to respond about you trying to sneak by her, ok? Do you mind if I wait for her?
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Post by Dagglur on Jan 17, 2006 19:40:17 GMT -5
OOC: Crud. Sorry, Mattak. I totally called you a badger in my last post. Feel free to slap me upside the head. Though there are at least a few physical similarities... BIC: The squirrel couldn't really see much of what was going on, the glare from the glass throwing him off, and the glow of the fires not quite enough to light the scene. He could hear a few dire threats and saw some movement, but couldn't really tell what was going on in the jewelry store. Oh well. He was trying to think of a stupid cliche to use in this situation, like "haste makes waste", but he couldn't quite think of one that would actually make any sense. So he pushed the window up the rest of the way and pulled himself into the shop; as he neared the darkened figures it briefly flickered through his mind that he had plenty of daggers, but absolutely no proper armor... Oh well, yet again. He saw his comrade make a move towards the stoat; Dagg was about to give the stoat a good whack on the back of the head with the solid hilt of his dagger when he darted away towards Legolas, and suddenly Dagglur was extremely confused again. He stumbled a little and hoped that the enemies in the room wouldn't notice an extra shadow running about as he tried to duck behind a chair...
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Jan 17, 2006 20:30:16 GMT -5
OOC: H'ok...at least we're all cool now...
BIC: *Ffasma gave a small smirk as she felt her kick connect with the stoat, but she could not help but wonder why the kick had not done more damage. Trying to shake off this foreboding feeling, she kept her eyes open and alert. However, she failed to get the feeling from her mind and thus did not notice what Ketzal was doing right away, and she knew that Legolas may be hit because of that. She quickly turned and thrust her elbow forward, trying to knock Ketzal off balance. She finished her move by raising her arm up from the elbow, her paw balled in a fist, hoping to connect with Ketzal's face or...well, any part of him really. Legolas could NOT be knocked of balance and the ferretmaid felt the adrenaline in her body pick up speed. Maybe it would work...*
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Dehumar
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Post by Dehumar on Jan 17, 2006 22:10:35 GMT -5
OOC: Actually, Flame, I thought that you had said Khan was chasing me, and that Flame stayed back to "leave it in the 'capable' hands of the Hordesbeasts." So, that would be my fault, yes, but you set up such a difficult situation, I really felt I would have to surrender in one post, and I knew what Dehumar would do...so I went through to the surrender. Also, about minor autoing...Dehumar is an excellent archer, and I thought I had set up a pretty clean kill of Khan, an NPC...He loosed the arrow the exact moment that Khan's eye focused on the arrowtip. I know cats have excellent reflexes, but still... And, When Flame jumped over the rolling Dehumar instead of falling...I thought Flame was chasing from behind: The pickett line was in front of Dehumar...Oh, well; I'm getting confused. Also, in your last post, it's difficult to tell when you get Back in context in the beginning. Sorry 'bout all that... BIC: Some outer force that felt like an immovable tree-limb lifted Dehumar in it's powerful, unrelenting grasp. "What's your name and why has Tatterack attacked us?" Flame asked, none too softly. Dehumar tried to speak up, at first in fright, but he was quickly thinking while he couldn't breathe. An ugly old wildcat leaned over and growled into his ear, spittle applying itself liberaly upon the side of his face. "Doon't ye try any funny business or ah'll croosh yer skool like eggshells. Fleem mah't let me do it ahnyway if ye doon't speak." Dehumar couldn't understand a word of the Smithie's thick accent, he could barely speak the common language clearly as it was. But whatever he said, it was clearly a threat of much satisfaction to the smithie, and foretold of much...'discomfort' for the captured ferret. The wildcat quickly stole Dehumar's crude dagger and bent the paw-length blade. "Speak up!" Flame said, and began shaking Dehumar excessively. Dehumar managed only to squeeze out unintelligible but urgent sounds. Flame loosened the grip, but just enough so that the ferret could speak. He gasped, and in a brief moment spoke like a babbling fountain. "I'm Dehumar," he blurted. "I live in zome cavez in de eazt of de island. I saw de attack-I came fer zome gold in confuzion, I lozt mine in ze taverns! Pleaze Don' keel me! I have no more gold! I'll work fer you, I can mop ze floorz! I juz need zome more gold fer more drink. Pleaze don' keel me!"
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Post by Ketzal Brazeglare on Jan 17, 2006 23:46:19 GMT -5
Ketzal felt the muscles in his arm tighten as he swung his scimitar, aiming for Legolas' hamstrings. So long as he kept the forward momentum, it would be difficult for him to miss entirely...
Out of the corner or his eye, he caught the swift motion of Ffasma's elbow. He could either make a defensive move and take a minor hit... or get a really good shot at the otter and risk whatever came of running into her arm.
To try to give Mattak an opening, Ketzal chose the latter. His thighs burned with effort as he propelled himself even faster torward the ottermaid. The stoat felt Ffasma's elbow catch his chest, but his burst of speed still allowed him to carry forward. The scimitar swipe made its full arc toward Legolas; immediately afterward, Ffasma's paw connected solidly and unexpectedly with the right side of his face...which, unlike his chest, was not protected by any type of armor. His vision exploded with bright stars; dropping to one knee, Ketzal directed his attention back to the ferretmaid. Hissing as the bruising pain throbbed through his head, he slashed sideways at her (about stomach height) with the dirk in his right paw.
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Post by Flameclaw on Jan 18, 2006 0:45:05 GMT -5
OOC: Flame was not far behind. As he ran, Flame unshouldered his bow and nocked and arrow, intending to stop at a useful point to fire. Anyways... it wasn't all that clear where the soldiers came from either.
Flame smiled slightly as as the ferret babbled away, hardly listening, but catching enough to know that the ferret was trying to explain something that didn't fit with what happened. Who would shoot hordebeasts in an attempt to get in the fortress if they wanted gold? Why not loot houses? Flame put Dehumar in Khan's capible and rather muscular paws and said, He's all yours. His story doesn't fit with what he's done. Kill him slowly mind, stamp on his paws a few times or something before you start breaking things." Flame turned away and Khan put the ferret on his footpaws and gripping the top of his skull, started to pick the unfortunate victim up.
OOC: I hope you were lying......
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Post by Dagglur on Jan 18, 2006 6:51:54 GMT -5
Dagglur felt pretty stupid, not being able to do a single thing for the good of his side yet in this fight. But he didn't have a whole lot of time to think; for just a moment his rapidly moving target stopped for a few moments. The stoat got down on one knee and appeared to be momentarily stunned, or at least in great pain. The squirrels eyes flicked back and forth across the room, trying to strategize; he wasn't much more than ten feet away, and it would be really wild if he didn't hit it. He stood up from behind the chair using it as some sort of cover and took his aim just as the stoat took another swipe at Ffasma, letting his dagger fly.
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Post by Legolas Greenleaf on Jan 18, 2006 7:15:16 GMT -5
*Legolas was standing stock still, concentrating on the wolverine. She trusted that Ffasma had the stoat covered, so she didn't pay any attention to what was going on behind her. Her paws strained from the effort of holding her bow steady, but she hung on, waiting for a response from the beast in front of her.
She heard some commotion behind her but didn't dare take her eyes of the wolverine to look. She desperatly hoped that Ffasma had things under control, because she knew her back was completely exposed. Feeling a weapon swish nearbye her she flinched, but managed to hold her bow steady.*
Ffasama, do you need my help?
*She had no idea what was going on behind, but she knew it was probably trouble.*
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Post by Typhoon on Jan 18, 2006 7:45:31 GMT -5
Typhoon had reached the north-west corner of the main building. He knew that his main attack force was already nearing the enemy. They would start the counter-attack any moment now. A loud warcry announced that the attack had started.
The badger peered around the corner, hoping to get some sense of what was going on, but he had hardly put his muzzle round the corner when two of his soldiers gave short screams and slid to the floor, each with arrows through their throats.
Though the sentries had little training, they did not break and run like Typhoon feared they would. Instead, the five remaining soldiers immediately crouched down and formed a shield wall, their spears in the air and their large rectangular shields facing the direction from which the arrows had come from. The next two arrows struck the shields harmlessly.
Typhoon's initial elation at the sentries initative turned to dread when he realised that they were pinned down, with no chance of helping the main attack force unless the two archers were eliminated. As far as he could tell, the archers were hiding in the shadows of the north-west wall corner. The badger decided to take a risk and ordered the sentries to move forward with their shields up and their spears down. The archers would have no escape rom their chosen hideout.
Typhoon hoped that his main force could keep their main force occupied until the spearmen finished the archers off.
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Post by Luna on Jan 18, 2006 15:44:14 GMT -5
OOC: I'm taking Dehumar's advice about just doing it. If I am captured or otherwise maimed, I hold all who read this to my word that I will sue him...lol.
Luna edged down from the Xsjado, a dagger in her right paw. She crouched low in some scrub near the docks, trying to block out the noise of the raid and focus her thoughts on what she needed to do. What did she need to do? Wreck as much havoc as was possible. Sounded good. It was something she could handle quite nicely, thank you. She laid down her dagger briefly in the dirt next to her boot and pulled out a small bottle from a pouch at her belt. She was very careful with the bottle as it held a fluid that even Luna was uneasy about carrying. She slowly uncorked it, looked around at the surroundings ships that belonged to the Horde and took aim. The bottle landed on the deck of a supply ship, heavily laden with supplies for The Horde and had only arrived early the former evening. Luna threw herself flat on the ground and covered her ears with her paws. The explosion that came next rattled the vixen to her boots. Opening one eye, she gaze at her handiwork and smirked. Black billowing clouds of smoke were rising from the burning wreckage of the ship, barrels, boxes and other sundry things float morosely in the filthy harbor water. The acrid scent of burnt wood drifted past and Luna pulled her scarf off her head and wrapped it over her nose and mouth. She smiled underneath it as she retrieved her dagger and began making her way towards the market. "Now let's see what Sabac thought of that little firework!" she muttered as she scuttled through the undergrowth that grew near the market's beginnings.
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Post by AdreanWhoCantSeemToLogin on Jan 18, 2006 16:47:19 GMT -5
*the two archers fire once more, then their attack changes. While one (archer #1) starts picking off foot paws and legs as they present themselves, the other arrowbeast's (archer #2) fire dissapears for a second. It starts again a few seconds later from a different angle, from further down the wall and around a corner, exposing the endbeast to fire while he has his shield forward. Archer #1's fire stops to allow the spearbeast's attention to turn to Archer #2....*
(Hey Typhoon. I don't know what kind of shields these guys are carrying, but I am makeing the assumption that they wouldn't be full wall/tower shields or something, leaving their legs open. Though I guess they could if you said so.... I just didn't find it incredibly likely. Also, I'm making the assumption that they don't span the entire width between wall and castle. Tight group and whatnot, leaving the endbeast vulnerable to an attack from an angle. Correct me if I'm wrong.)
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Post by Ffasma Doomsday on Jan 18, 2006 17:44:08 GMT -5
*Ffasma felt both her blows connect with the stoat, the second one harder than the first. However, her heart was pounding. What if the blow connected? She waited to hear the cry of pain from Legolas, but when nothing came, the ferret heaved a quick sigh of relief. Her vision immediately snapped down to the stoat, but all she saw was a flash of silver. Instinctively, the ferret jumped back. Not quick enough, however, though she was not fully hit. The dirk scraped her stomach and then tore through her cloak with a loud ripping sound. Quickly, Ffasma's paw shot out as she tried to catch the stoat's paw while he was bringing his knife down. Taking the risk of losing her balance, Ffasma shot out a footpaw, aiming once more for the stoat's head. This time, however, he was on one knee and facing her. She hoped wildly that her either of her moves would work...*
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Post by Ketzal Brazeglare on Jan 18, 2006 21:33:49 GMT -5
Ketzal's dirk paw was moving in an arc, starting to go behind him with the momentum of the strike. He felt it come to a forced halt as the Ffasma seized it. But since the blade was still pointed forward, it remained a somewhat advantageous position for him. He could jerk his paw free, which would pull the keen-edged blade through Ffasma's paw, or he could try to overpower her and drive it into her stomach or chest.
But for the moment, he could do neither. Just as he intended to stand up, the ferretmaid lifted a footpaw to kick him in the face. Ketzal leaned suddenly to the right, feeling the breeze from the kick as it snapped a couple inches to the left of his jaw. The slight lean allowed him perfect body position to slice upward with his scimitar at the back of her outstretched leg.
For now, his focus shifted completely away from Legolas.
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Post by Aranel Aearon on Jan 18, 2006 23:06:58 GMT -5
Aranel stood waiting for a few moments, but when the badger remained silent, she waved her torch impatiently and began walking off in a different direction. She headed toward the main buildings of the encampment, throwing her torches at random buildings that wood serve as good chaos-starters. She had been told to stay in the town, but she was being drawn towards the more serious battles that were sure to be raging between Sabac, Adrean, Jadak, and Hordebeasts.
The she-wolf threw her hood back over her head and ducked into the shadows, ducking and weaving her way through the streets, hoping she would not be caught, but also looking for a little action...
(Sorry, Mr. Badger, but I'm dancin' for some action...)
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Dehumar
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Post by Dehumar on Jan 18, 2006 23:25:26 GMT -5
OOC: Lying? You mean about the whole I'm-a-drunk-who-lives-in-a-cave thing? Oh yeah. Also--I guess I take Khan and Dehumar from here? OOC: I'm taking Dehumar's advice about just doing it. If I am captured or otherwise maimed, I hold all who read this to my word that I will sue him...lol. Oh, crud...I just had to read that. Good luck, save me! lol. BIC: Dehumar felt like a helpless rag doll in Khan's paws. Inside, he didn't feel much better; he certainly hoped the rest of Tatterack was having a better, if not good time. He wished he was back at the Foxglove, a bar and inn from long past. He wished he was with Kalissa, running around in the Crystal Forest. He wished he was in Jadak's room, taking a quick briefing for a mission. He wished he was plotting Gillas Northsheers death. It probably would have been much different from the one he was about to get at this wildcat's paws. As Khan dragged Dehumar into the fort, he continouisly talked in his strong northern accent of all the fun they'd have. He planned, since the outside fort wasn't fully secure, to use a small room inside the fort for the execution. Khan told Dehumar of all the things he'd do, in almost a sing-song tone. He spoke of it as if it were going to be the most fun these to friends had had in quite a while; and once in a while threw in a snarl and a growl and some explicit words to emphazise the hate for the killer type. To Dehumar, who felt miserable and hopeless, and was just beginning to think on such things as morality, the spirit, good and evil, Khan seemed ironic at best; a contradiction. Here was this beast, claiming to be good, claiming justice in such gruesome and evil practices as to make any sick and demented mind proud. Good? It can't be...can it? Oh well. Such things were best left to the brighter minded beasts with no war on their minds. Dehumar's neck was killing him, the smithy still insisted on head transportation. Dehumar, fortunately, was not tied up. Yet. This should help him escape. He tried thinking on escape, but the pain in his head was becoming unbearable. He would have to concentrate on something else. But all of a sudden, Khan exclaimed, "Och, this ar room looks loovely fer ex'cutin'!" And with that he threw Dehumar through a door, his body smashed against the stone wall. But he was a durable ferret, and lay there, waiting for Khan's move. The ferret was unarmed, but he wasn't bound, and that fact alone was priceless. He heard the door latch shut, and then Khan's roar, signifying the attack was on. OOC:NPC battles are no fun.
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