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Post by Linx Exotic on Oct 22, 2007 16:37:49 GMT -5
Archon was the first out of any of them to spot vermin forces, near the southwest edge of their encampment. He dispatched two on semi before taking cover from some of them loosing crossbow bolts in his general direction. Fortunately, he didn't have to reload, and ducked out from behind cover immediately after the last impacted, catching the sentries unawares on full-auto.
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Post by Auric Ashtongue on Oct 22, 2007 16:46:44 GMT -5
Auric was climbing up a high tree near the encampment, his gun tied to him. When he got to the top, he intended to rain fire upon his enemies.
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Post by Linx Exotic on Oct 22, 2007 16:52:34 GMT -5
OOC: Careful. It takes a while to crank the firing spring back, so if you're going to give (literal) fire support...
BIC: Archon continued to advance slowly, moving from cover to cover, difficult as there were less trees, and firing on the guards as he moved between. At this point the camp had been alerted and vermin were beginning to approach in overwhelming numbers, even too much for Archon firing on full-automatic from his cover position. They were within twenty feet of him when a loud crack was audible from some distance away and the mouse barely had time to duck behind a half-sunken boulder before a flaming shell exploded into the defenders.
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Post by Auric Ashtongue on Oct 22, 2007 16:59:45 GMT -5
Auric tied himself to the firmest branch with vines, then began cranking his weapon. Once finished, he aimed for the largest tent and pulled the trigger. A few seconds later, it lit up like the world's biggest namingday cake. "Drick ash from Ashtongue, you ugly gnats!" He began cranking once more, careful to maintain his balance while doing so.
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Post by Linx Exotic on Oct 22, 2007 17:22:05 GMT -5
After the initial oil flames had died down sufficiently, Archon rose from his cover position, took a few steps back and made a flying leap through the fire and smoke, blindly firing through it with his CAR while doing so. It turned out that there were a sizable amount of beasts waiting on the other side, although they were all caught off guard by the mouse emerging from it firing on full-auto. He emptied his magazine just before touching down, making a rough shoulder-roll over what he had remembered to be smooth terrain but turned out to be laden with rather annoying pebbles. He got to his footpaws and behind a pile of smashed-in debris that may have once been a hut so he could safely reload.
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Post by Captain Fishrudder on Oct 23, 2007 5:23:17 GMT -5
OOC:Can you wait to keep on going I wanna get one fighting post in, but I don't have the time
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Post by Linx Exotic on Oct 23, 2007 6:18:05 GMT -5
OOC: Sure.
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Post by Captain Fishrudder on Oct 23, 2007 19:23:22 GMT -5
OOC:THANK YOU, you finally did it BIC:**Fishrudder and Aral followed Raiden while Stealth went with Archon. Stealth found Archon as he busted through the broken down hut. He sheathed his daggers and pulled out an old sling and loaded a stone in it. With that he let the stone fly. It flew through the camp, totally missing everything and went in to the forest. He turns to Archon and says** Well, I guess I better go back to melee. **He wraps the sling around his waist and unsheaths his daggers and went after two rats weilding spears. One of the rats charged, spear pointing out. Stealth stepped to the side, avoiding the spear. He sent one of his daggers into the rats uncovered back neck. He turned to face the other one and found that it was a two steps away. Thinking fast he chopped down with his hand and snapped the rotten wood in half. His paw was throbbing, but he still managed to stab the rat through the neck.**
**Fishrudder was next to Raiden, forming a nearly inpenetrable wall with Raiden and Aral. Ten guards charged at the three warriors. With a quick movement Fishrudder threw one of his swords and watched it hit a ferret in the upper thigh, it went straight through, the blade coming out the other side. He unstrapped the shield from his back and prepared to fight the rest. Two ferrets charged at him, one armed with a spear and the other with an old sword. He quickly sliced the spear in half and stabbed the spear toting ferret through the heart. He faced the remaining ferret. With a jump the ferret slashed at him. Fishrudder let the sword bounce harmlessly off the shield and slew the ferret with a slash to the neck.**
**Aral twin daggers, Death and Reaper were working like magic. He parried a blow from a weasel and sent Death up towards the weasel's throat. Somehow the untalented weasel parried it by hitting Aral's paw with his paw, knocking the dagger out of Aral's hand. Aral moved as quickly as he could and punched the weasel in the face twice with the dagger gauntlets. There was several deep holes in the weasel's face. He wasn't getting up anytime soon.**
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Post by Linx Exotic on Oct 23, 2007 21:22:59 GMT -5
Archon was running low on ammunition. To save for later he drew his stepped sword and waited for an opportunity to ue it.
OOC: Something tells me that's your favorite kind of post to make.
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Post by Raiden, Zahi, Lars and Ama on Oct 24, 2007 2:51:01 GMT -5
OOC: Yes Auric, 300 (Best Bluescreen production method film EVER.) WAS the insperation for it... Silversword background history; The sword wasn't totally silver, the majority was steel. It had a silver core about as thick as a pencil, steel everything else and a really thin silver coat on the outside skin and back.
BIC: Thought I said to hit the main camp? Oh well, you're here now.
**Without waiting for even his own son to back him up, Raiden surged forwards into the vermin soldiers. Heedless of the cuts from swords and spears, he let his broadsword do his talking for him in the press of stoats and weasels. Every stroke sideways threatend to be his last but Raiden stood against the press, the broad blade's lenght allowing him to go toe-to-toe with fairly large groups of the soldiers.**
Chaos has come for you. I am the chaos that will consume you!
**Refering to his clan's realm of the dead, Raiden let the darkest part of his mind come to the fore; The Blood Curse. A genetic curse that affected almost every member of the multi-species clan. Allowing the curse-beast's blood-lust to come forward, Raiden could feel his anger ten-fold. The stinging pain from the dozens of cuts and scratches seemed to dissapear while curse's effect held the mouse in it's grip.**
No one can save a beast from the Reaper's Harvest!
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Post by Titus Finnington Jauntius on Oct 24, 2007 11:21:39 GMT -5
"EULALIAAA!!!!"
Suddenly, a large white hare appeared from of the other side of the encampment. A rat turned to face him just in time recieve a hefty dose of steel in the gut. He picked up a dagger from the rat's corpse. To another rat nearby staring at him, "Hello, chap. Snotnose recently passed away and wanted me to give you this. Family heirloom, wot wot." He flung the knife, striking the second rat in the gullet, who fell to the ground and gurgled his last sounds as the hare stepped over him. "Is that all you have to say? What would Snotnose think?"
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Post by Raiden, Zahi, Lars and Ama on Oct 24, 2007 11:32:20 GMT -5
Who the? Woah!
**WIthout getting a good look at the hare, Lars ducked a stoat's sword while lashing out with his elbow blades. The blued steel blades bit into the vermin's stomach as the mouse turned away.**
Hold on dad!
**With rake sword in paw, Lars began to fight his way slowly to his embattled father. As he drew level with Titus, he asked the hare a favour.**
In the open cage, there's a female mouse, my twin sister, can you make sure she's okey. Don't expect her to respond because she's hurt.
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Post by Titus Finnington Jauntius on Oct 24, 2007 11:39:24 GMT -5
He looked about, squinting just a bit. "There's the bloody deathtrap." He winked at the mouse. "Faster than a hare's dinner, she'll be gone from that cage. Here, watch the spear." He laid it down and switched to dirk and shortsword.
He then began his slow charge towards the center, revealing why vermin feared the Long Patrol so much... "Didn't your mothers tell you slavery was rude, wot wot?"
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Post by Raiden, Zahi, Lars and Ama on Oct 24, 2007 11:43:32 GMT -5
Erm... Her weapons are behind her by the way...
**Shaking his head at the perilous hare, Lars kept a footpaw on the spear haft while he delivered swift strikes with his blade.**
Hurry please, the whole camp must be here by now...
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Post by Titus Finnington Jauntius on Oct 24, 2007 11:55:09 GMT -5
He was tearing a massive scar through the rank, matching a fresh one on his arm. "One scar?One bleeding scar?!" He seemed quite indignant that it wasn't even a proper wound, just a wild blow from a frightened stoat. "Why in my day, when you were cut, it hurt enouugh and all your mates slapped you on the back. But this? If I were a young buck, I wouldn't even get extra vittles!" He nearly walked past the mouse in the cage. "Oh, hello, lass. Might you have a brother, very serious lookiing lad named... you know, the name escapes me, but anyway, might you be a hostage by occupation?"
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