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Oct 7, 2008 17:32:18 GMT -5
Post by Terg Broadsword on Oct 7, 2008 17:32:18 GMT -5
An otter, obviously one of the many inhabitants of the fort stepped into the barracks. They seemed to be as empty as the young otter's stomach, for which he had neglected to feed. Sighing Tyson flopped himself down into an empty arm chair and took out a small dagger. He flipped to blade from paw to paw until the point pierced his paw. Licking away the sticky red blood that oozed from the wound Tyson put his dagger away. His head flopped back and he stared at the blank roof.
Suddenly he jerked his head up causing a flash of pain in his neck. "Garn..." muttered the otter. He seemed to be giving himself more and more injuries lately. Despite his pain Tyson turned his head to look at the one who had caused him to look up...
OOC: Yes this is my attempt at activity.
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Oct 7, 2008 22:33:01 GMT -5
Post by Captain Fishrudder on Oct 7, 2008 22:33:01 GMT -5
OOC: I would be putting attempts up to, but it's the dumb end of the quarter, when all of the projects are do, so I have to work like crazy because I procrastinate. Now, let's see how the old mind is at Rping...
IC: Fishrudder stepped out of his room and glanced around, it was time he moved out of here. Finnerator AND Linx had both gone out, apparently for some reprieve, leaving him in charge of the fort. Finnerator hadn't said how long, so as far as he was concerned, it was indefinite. He thought to himself I wonder who could help me? I can't run this by myself. As he stepped into the plainly decorated foyer of the barracks, he saw a young otter, sitting there, alone. He was rolling his head on his shoulders, like he was trying to crack it or something.
The tall sea otter was clad in simple clothing, a dark green top with the sleeves torn off, revealing his sinewy and muscular arms, on his legs were black pants. On his hip rested his old and trusted sword, an old, but solid blade, the hilt was a simply leather, with a small pommel stone set in the hilt. He quickly stretched his right arm, and walked up to the otter. With a cordial nod he said to the otter, which after a minute, he identified as Tyson. "How are you?"
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Oct 8, 2008 15:09:07 GMT -5
Post by Terg Broadsword on Oct 8, 2008 15:09:07 GMT -5
Tyson leaped to his feet and saluted the Fort leader. "Er, fine sir. Didn't realize it was you." He smoothed down his ruffled light brown fur and looked Fishrudder in the eye. Tyson thought back to Finnerator. She had been a great fort leader. He would miss her. But at least she had left a trustworthy beast in her place. Tyson tipped his head to the side as he had done since he was only a small kit (thats what they call lil otters right?) when he was curious. "Anything yer need sir?" The young otter was unaware of anything he would be able to provide an otter of such lofty position with. Several thoughts ran through his head. was he recruiting warriors to hunt vermin, or was it just a friendly visit?
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Oct 8, 2008 15:15:31 GMT -5
Post by Captain Fishrudder on Oct 8, 2008 15:15:31 GMT -5
Fishrudder broke out in a wide smile, he was still not used to fort leader, it had taken him time to get used to Commander, but this was new. He returned the salue and said to the otter "You don't have to worry, you've had me as a commander, do you need to call me sir? There's nothing I need, except activity, I have some business with a few villagers later, but that can wait, for now, we need activity." He kept his grin and looked around for other beasts, but strangely enough, the foyer was still empty.
OOC: The answer to the sir thing is no, I haven't rped with you in awhile, just letting you know that. I'm pretty sure, I dunno though, feel free to bring Terg in...
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Oct 8, 2008 16:03:30 GMT -5
Post by Terg Broadsword on Oct 8, 2008 16:03:30 GMT -5
OOC: Ok. I think I'll remake Terg's bio before I rp him again. The last one was pretty bad.
BIC: Tyson relaxed as the otter spoke. Several thoughts had run through his before. he had hoped he wasn't;t in trouble or anything. There was that young mouse he had thrown into a leaf pile, but it he seemed to have enjoyed that. But back on subject.
"Yes si... er Fishrudder. What kind of business are you planning to discuss with the villagers if I may be so bold as to ask? Nothing serious I hope. We haven't seen any vermin of late which can be a good thing as long as you've go other stuff to do." The young otter pawed at his dagger handle an obvious sign of impatience. Although the Tyson had not been in many battles or fight he had heard grand stories of them.
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Oct 8, 2008 22:38:36 GMT -5
Post by Captain Fishrudder on Oct 8, 2008 22:38:36 GMT -5
OOC: Now that it's remade and accepted...
IC: The black otter's eyes sparkled as Tyson tripped over his words. He responded "Yes, you may be so bold, but it's nothing important, it's just a few villagers about the change of command, they requested to talk to me, so I complied. I'm going to have to sharpen my diplomatic skills. Finnerator was a mentor in my life, but she never taught me those skills." He slowly broke off as he thought back to his young days, when he was ragged and unskilled with a sword. Finnerator and Raiden had taken care of him while he was part of the Guardian's of Mossflower, and then there was Stealth. Thinking of Stealth made him think of Sinthin, Fishrudder would have to train him.
Fishrudder watched the otter paw at his dagger, so, he said to him "I take it your eager for a battle? So am I, it's been to long." He broke out in a wide grin and finished up with "First we go spar, to loosen our muscles, then we'll get a band of warriors and head out, how's that sound?"
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Oct 9, 2008 14:06:10 GMT -5
Post by Terg Broadsword on Oct 9, 2008 14:06:10 GMT -5
Tyson's face lit up at the thought of battle. A smile spread on his face from ear to ear. "I think that sounds really great! The other fort members will probably be really glad to have a little adventure. I think you may have trouble holding some back to defend the fort." Tyson heart raced. He had been in only very small battles and didn't fully know the terror of all out war.
A large dark furred sea otter entered the room. He was wet and held a barkcloth towel in his paws. His clothes wich where simple brown trousers and a blue sleevless shirt where also wet though not enough tom make a mess on the floor. Terg saluted the two conversing otters and said "'ello mates! Water in the sea is nice and cold, just right for a swim. What are you two talking 'bout?" The tall otter dropped his towel on his bunk and slicked his spiked fur down.
OOC: Man it's been so long since I've RPed Terg...
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Oct 9, 2008 21:24:40 GMT -5
Post by Captain Fishrudder on Oct 9, 2008 21:24:40 GMT -5
OOC: Just wait till I get to Aral and Sinthin...
IC: Fishrudder chuckled as his old friend walked into the room, talking about the ocean and swimming. He was one of the few other Sea Otters in the fort, though, they were born in different holts, they had figured out that they knew each other before Otter's Fort. Fishrudder greeted Terg and then said to Tyson "Probably, but it'll just be a few of us, I'm not putting up a bulletin." He turned to Terg and said "Would you like to join us? We're sparring and then patrolling on the River Moss"
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Oct 11, 2008 11:42:09 GMT -5
Post by Terg Broadsword on Oct 11, 2008 11:42:09 GMT -5
Terg grinned and slapped Fishrudder on the back. "Sparrin' and patrolin'? All yeh have to do is ad hotroot soup to that list and you've got an otter's favorite things. I'll be ready to do some sparring as soon as I've got my weapons." The big otter turned and rummaged under the sagging bunk. He brought out his old broadsword, dirk and long bow. He knew his bow wouldn't be used in sprring but maybe he could get a little archery practice in. He could leave his armor for now. It would just slow him when sparring.
Tyson checked his weapons he had his two dirks, a cutlass, and his scimater. He had left his bow by the sparring grounds, so he could find it later. He shoved his cutlass into his belt but letf the scimater in the corner. He would get it before they set out.
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Oct 12, 2008 15:05:36 GMT -5
Post by Captain Fishrudder on Oct 12, 2008 15:05:36 GMT -5
OOC: We're still in the barracks, you might wanna edit that..
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Oct 13, 2008 13:40:05 GMT -5
Post by Terg Broadsword on Oct 13, 2008 13:40:05 GMT -5
OOC: This all takes place in the barracks. They're getting their wepaons from the barracks.
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Oct 13, 2008 16:47:02 GMT -5
Post by Captain Fishrudder on Oct 13, 2008 16:47:02 GMT -5
OOC: Ah, sorry, misread that IC: OOC: to dead to think, long story, I'll do it tomorrow moring, sorry
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Oct 19, 2008 16:40:28 GMT -5
Post by Captain Fishrudder on Oct 19, 2008 16:40:28 GMT -5
OOC: Ok, I apologize for my absence, life hit me head on... IC: Fishrudder chuckled and complied with the otter, he headed into his room and grabbed his second sword and it's sheath, he also grabbed one of the remaining CARs, they had been vanishing, very quickly. He didn't know how either. He slung the CAR on his back and headed out to the lobby of the barracks.
"Are you both ready?"
OOC: I see what happened, the barracks aren't one centralized room, it's hundreds of rooms... LOL
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Oct 20, 2008 14:28:29 GMT -5
Post by Terg Broadsword on Oct 20, 2008 14:28:29 GMT -5
OOC: Oohh, ok. I'll keep that in mind from now on.
BIC: Terg followed Fishrudder out into the lobby with tyson trailing slightly behind. "Sure am," repleid Terg while Tyson meerly nodded. Both otters walked to the door that led out of the barracks.
OOC: ahh! Writers block!
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Nov 2, 2008 18:19:24 GMT -5
Post by Captain Fishrudder on Nov 2, 2008 18:19:24 GMT -5
OOC: HAHA IC: Fishrudder nodded and turned to the two otters, tall, short, thick, thin, and said. "I'll meet you two at the sparring grounds, I'm gonna run and get someone." He smiled and turned, jogging off in the directions of the taverns.
When he got to the tavern he glanced around. He was looking for a tall, large built, but young mouse. The mouse's name was Arturex, but went as Rex. Fishrudder had recently adopted the young mouse as his apprentice. The mouse was tall, only a few hands beneath Fishrudder, a tall otter. So this made the mouse a giant, Rex shoulders swept down from his neck. The large shoulders went into muscles trained by many hard hours farming beneath the sun. Rex's fur glinted grey, his eyes were a normal brown. His paws were thick and calloused, but his body was unscarred.
Fishrudder walked up to the grey mouse and said. "Rex, follow me, we're sparring then going on patrol. There's four of us at the moment, you, me, Terg Broadsword, and Tyson."
Rex's head turned at the two unknown names, but, he stood, placed a single coin on the counter, grabbed the thin dagger he had been eating with and followed Fishrudder out the door. As they walked out, Rex turned to him and said. "Sir, will there be any long trips soon?
Fishrudder chuckled and said "It's Fishrudder, not Sir, and possibly, I'm not sure yet." They headed towards the sparring grounds, Fishrudder greeted a few assorted beasts on the way. When they had finally arrived at the sparring grounds, Fishrudder glanced around for the other two otters. Not seeing them, he bid Rex take out his thin dagger and long sword. Fishrudder drew his single beaten sword.
The black otter glanced around once again for the twin beasts, not seeing them he said to Rex. "Let's warm up." With that, he thrust forward with the beaten sword. The tall mouse swept the blade aside with the long thin dagger and spun in a tight circle, it was easy to tell that Fishrudder had begun training him. The longsword swept out in a curve towards Fishrudder's chest, but he hadn't spun fast enough and the blade dipped, not touching Fishrudder. Rex's eyes flashed in anger, he wasn't good enough and it frusterated him.
Fishrudder chuckled and said "Let's start with you on the defensive, eh?" With that, the otter burst into motion, feinting right with a quick stab, before it could reach the startled mouse he pulled up, ducking low, bringing the blade with him, he stepped around the mouse just as Rex swept upwards with his sword. Fishrudder swept his right foot out in a kick aimed to take out Rex's legs, he connected solidly, but, the mouse's legs held. Rex turned and swept down with both of his blades. Fishrudder held up his single blade and blocked both, with a tremendous kick, Fishrudder's foot flashed up into Rex's chest. With a thud, the mouse fell to the ground.
Fishrudder sheathed his sword and helped the young mouse up. He said to the mouse "Make sure you don't open your entire body up to the opponent. Now we'll wait for them to come, you can spar one of them. By the way, how's your chest?"
The grey mouse rubbed his chest and shrugged his shoulders "It's not broken"
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