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Patrol
Dec 8, 2008 17:37:21 GMT -5
Post by Terg Broadsword on Dec 8, 2008 17:37:21 GMT -5
OOC: Ok this is the patrol that me and Fishy have had in mind for a little while. Anyone may post. Please try and make your posts good, and try not to post and one liners. Please wait to post again until one or two other people have posted unless a post is directed right at you. We don't want two people posting a page and a half by themselves.
BIC:
Terg exited the barracks with Tyrson right on his heels. Both he sea otter and the river otter carried haversacks on their backs containing, flint and tinder, bits of cloth and oil to make torches, a small amount of rations and a spare cloak.
terg was dressed in his usuall brown pants, sleevless blue shirt and boots and a cloak also. He carried his broadsword across his back over his cloak and his dirk at his side. His long bow was in his paw and a quiver full of arrows at his other side. He stroad purposfully to the small wallgate to await the others. He had posted a notice on the board that there was going to be a patrol. he expected abotu ten beasts to show up.
Tyson followed Terg closely. He was clad in a light blue tunic, black pants and a cloak. He carried a cuttlas, dirk and sling. Latley he had kind of taken to following Terg and Fishrudder around. Terg didn't mind and he often taught things about lving in the forest of fighting.
The two otters stood by the gate in the cold waiting the arrival of others.
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Gulls Tilk
Trainee
Twilight sucked! . . . ())_crayola_)>
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Patrol
Dec 8, 2008 22:48:22 GMT -5
Post by Gulls Tilk on Dec 8, 2008 22:48:22 GMT -5
Gulls slowly opened his right eye and stared up at the ceiling for a moment. He knew he could sleep no longer; a bird tweet confirmed that. He raised a brown paw to his eyes and wiped crust from them. The otter threw the blanket from over him and slipped his boots on. Stretching and yawning, he threw on a black tunic and pants. Throwing on a matching cloak, Gulls poured some warm tea into a cup. He then walked out from the room.
Gulls Tilk shouldered his bow as he walked outside. He passed the notice board and saw something that caught his eye. He walked over to the board and sipped his tea. A patrol, aye? He nodded and took the challenge silently. Meet by the gate. Easy enough. He didn't know this Terg creature, though. Ah, well. Gulls went on his way.
Gulls appeared at the gate and noticed two homely looking otters. He shifted his head around and looked about. He took another sip and was on his way. Gulls nodded his head at the two otters, "Cool day to be heading on a patrol, aye? My name's Gulls Tilk. And I may call you two...?"
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Patrol
Dec 10, 2008 16:33:35 GMT -5
Post by Terg Broadsword on Dec 10, 2008 16:33:35 GMT -5
Terg nodded to the otter aproching them. "Looks like we won't be on our own after all," he muttered to Tyson. Terg shifted as the otter aproched. he had seen Gulls before tough he didn't really know him. In answer to the otter's question he said "I'm Terg Broadsword an' this is Tyson Titus Streambattle. 'E goes by Tyson. Pleased to meet yeh Gulls. We've had a patrol in mind and I figured today would be as good as any day. We're waiting for a few more creatures to come too." OOC: Oops. I just disobeyed my own rule.
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Gulls Tilk
Trainee
Twilight sucked! . . . ())_crayola_)>
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Patrol
Dec 10, 2008 22:53:18 GMT -5
Post by Gulls Tilk on Dec 10, 2008 22:53:18 GMT -5
Gulls Tilk smiled at the two, "Pleased to meet you both." He sipped his tea one final time and threw the cup into a near wastebasket. He moved his paw over to his quiver. The otter was discouraged to feel that there was only a couple arrows. He frowned, "I'm sorry to say that I have only a couple arrows left." He shifted the quiver back onto his back, "You don't mind if I go and refill." Without waiting for an answer, Gulls left.
((I'm doing this so more people can join and so I can get another character in once I have created their bio))
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Skillet
Trainee
Yes, the frying pan.
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Patrol
Dec 18, 2008 18:08:44 GMT -5
Post by Skillet on Dec 18, 2008 18:08:44 GMT -5
((Hope it's not a problem if I join. ) Rivertinn had seen the notice. It had been quite some time since he last arrived for a patrol. He wouldn't have showed up at all under normal circumstances, but his son had disappeared for some reason shortly after morning the day before, which nearly caused Rivertinn to undergo a panic attack, and so he decided that patrolling would help clear his mind... That, and he had had no sleep, and it was unlikely that he would be getting any. A typical squirrel would have arrived at the gate in virtually no time. Unfortunately, Rivertinn was no such squirrel. He was compelled to pause at every twelfth tree he happened to pass, and tap said tree thrice. He miscounted at one point, and had to walk back to his starting point, and begin again. On the way, he would halt sporadically to retake a step, which he believed to have been taken improperly. Finally, though, he arrived at the gate, nearly crashing into an otter as he approached. It carried two arrows -- ten more, and it would be an even twelve. Rivertinn carried no weapons of his own for the most part, considering them more of a nuisance than a necessity, but today, he brought along a sling -- at least a sling wasn't heavy. He would be reluctant to use it, but he doubted the possibility, and saw no harm in merely carrying it with him for a tick. He arrived at the gate, and politely offered his right paw to Terg in greeting. "Hello, I'm Rivertinn McHedj. I see you've at least one other beast to come along..." The old squirrel even threw in a friendly smile.
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Patrol
Dec 20, 2008 15:03:33 GMT -5
Post by Terg Broadsword on Dec 20, 2008 15:03:33 GMT -5
Terg grinned at the odd squirrel. He had watched Rivertinn's walk through the grounds with interest. He seemed very perticular about nothing. "Er, hi I'm Terg. This is Tyson. Care to join us for a patrol. Gulls Tilk was planning on coming also if you know him but he went to arm himself. He'll be back in a moment no doubt."
OOC: Sorry about the lame post.
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