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Post by Hunter on Apr 28, 2005 14:42:23 GMT -5
OoC: I need a taste for the standard of roleplaying before I join a site.
The figure raised its head and looked up at the creature who had spoken, 'If you value your lives you shall allow me entrance...' it called in a rough growl - the creature now distinguishable as a male from the low tone and harshness in its voice. He seemed to look back over his shoulder, as if signalling or expecting something to happen, whilst he waited for the Fort's response to his comment.
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Post by Finnerator Rudderbow on Apr 28, 2005 17:52:36 GMT -5
(OOC: Fair enough. Whenever you're ready)
Blackstone: *Keeps a face like stone betraying nothing to this strange creature* I'm sorry, but as it appears to me, I'm in a big strong fort and you are down there vulnerable to a well aimed dagger. *Paws that dagger at his side incase the creature takes action* You're not exactly in a position to making demands or threats. What do you need entrance for?
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Post by Auburn on Apr 28, 2005 18:59:59 GMT -5
The mouse said something about rats. *hears a noise* I have to go attend to my patient. U know where to find me. *runs off to the infirmatory*
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Post by Flameclaw on Apr 28, 2005 19:04:33 GMT -5
OOC: ok, welcome
*running back into the fort, Flame emerged less than a minuite with his bow and quiver. Nocking an arrow, Flame pulled his bowstring back to his ear and aims at the "Hunter"* now, I can hold this for ever, it is probbably the only bow that you can to this with, and if I let go of the string then it will go into the ground, after passing through your head.
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Post by The Hunter on Apr 29, 2005 4:16:21 GMT -5
He tilted his head to the side slightly, an amused tone on his voice when he spoke, 'Well. If your strength is as you say it is then you won't be troubled by the vermin that are marching this way - only half of their srength it has to be said, the rest remaining back and making catapults. I thought you might be looking for extra strength to your fighting legions...' he seemed to shrug then, 'I merely wished to offer my experience...' He turned his attention to Flameclaw, 'Compound bows are not new to me; I know they require little effort to hold the string taught but I have also leant that they haven't the energy of a regulation longbow...' He pulled the hood off of his head: revealing brown fur and darker, messy headfur; ears with a few silver hoops and cuffs on them; bright brown eyes with a dangerous glint, a black ~ under each; a red slash tattooed across his right eye with an almost identical - but real - scar across his left. He looked like some sort of vermin, though his species still rather undeterminable from the portion of his body revealed, 'Shoot then, I just gave you a target.'
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Post by Finnerator Rudderbow on Apr 29, 2005 15:21:55 GMT -5
*Finnerator notices Flameclaw with the bow aimed down at something. She climbs the stairs on the wall to join them. Once up there she sees the creature tatooed and scarred then turns to Blackstone* Who is this?
Blackstone: *Shrugs* He just turned up here claiming that an army was marching toward us. *Glances at the dangerous looking creature* I don't know if I'd trust him.
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Post by osprey on Apr 29, 2005 15:24:40 GMT -5
Yerpso: *He was patrolling on the other wall until he heard an unfamiliar voice. He flew over to the other wall cautiously and saw him standing in front of the gate. Unsure of how to act he stands to the side, observing*
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Post by hunter on Apr 29, 2005 16:37:27 GMT -5
He looked up at them properly for the first time before looking to the crest of the hill where the vermin would shortly appear from. And right on cue they did. The creature turned back to the creatures of the Fort, 'Don't say I didn't warn you...' He dropped the cloak, revealing the well muscled form of what seemed to be an otter - though the tattoos and attire told a different story: from his wrists were tattooed fladed silver flames and a tribal design could be seen around the edges of a loose grey vest. His lower half was covered by loose black trousers, several straps running across the surface to hold various items to him - many daggers included. Around his lower legs and footpaws wwere soft grey wraps, some more tribals visable on his toes. He drew two double bladed daggers from the belt around his waist and ran to his left, knowing that he was yet to be seen by the approaching troops, making to come at them from behind - an effort he hoped would be backed by the creatures on the walltop.
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Post by Gareth Greyeye/ Capt. Jamril T on Apr 29, 2005 17:38:42 GMT -5
*Gareth observered the precedings silently, as well. He glanced at Flameclaw and pulled his bow down from over his shoulder, swiftly nocking it in the same movement. However, he did not aim or threaten to shoot at the newcomer; amusement danced in his grey eyes for just a moment.* *Looking over at his friend for a second, Jamril then peered down from the wall at the stranger. He didn't know what to make of the creature. If he was an otter, it was different from himself, Gareth, and all the others at the fort. And most of all he didn't know whether to trust him or not.* How do we know he's telling the truth? *Jamril whispered softly to Finnerator.*
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Post by Flameclaw on Apr 29, 2005 18:33:12 GMT -5
Reyan? *asked Flame as he looped a rope around a the crenelations of the wall and climbed down, following the otter into the woods*
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Post by hunter on Apr 30, 2005 4:52:09 GMT -5
The Hunter did not look round as the cat[?] spoke his name, instead only commenting darkly over his shoulder, 'Not as you knew...' Reaching the treeline he slowed, stealth now the name of the game - every ounce would be needed to avoid the gaze of 20 score pairs* of eyes. He looked at Flameclaw with cold eyes, 'Duck in and out, picking off creatures from the edges and back... I'm making for the camp - I know what is happening to the mice first paw and they need out via planning and strategy... The guards aren't what you'd call pushovers...'
From the head of the marching army, the lithe ferret cast his blood red eyes over the fort, a sly grin creeping across his strong, sharp features. He whispered something the albino fox at his side, the vulpin sniggering then producing something from within its purple robes and handing it to the leader.
*800 in total.
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Post by Finnerator Rudderbow on Apr 30, 2005 19:38:10 GMT -5
(OOC: Whoops! The censored word list changed your sn*igger to snigger. Sorry about that. I'll just let everybody know. 20 score = 400 by the way)
*Whispers back to Gareth* Well he was right about the army and right now we need all the fighters we can get to hold the fort against them. *Shouts to the people patrolling the other walls* Everyone come to the south wall to defend the gate but the sea crew. I want them to patrol the west and east walls incase of attack from there. *She then strings her bow and aims at one of the frontrunners. When the vermin break into a charge, that one's the first to go down*
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Post by Flameclaw on May 1, 2005 0:51:09 GMT -5
then are you sure you don't want a hand? *whispered Flame as he crawled along the ground, his back less than a foot high, avoiding leaf litter and sticks, instead treading on roots and stones*
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Post by hunter on May 1, 2005 6:59:22 GMT -5
OoC: 20 score pairs. 800.
'Whatever... Make your own decision but keep out of my way...' the otter growled back, eyes quickly running over the outer ranks. The ferret admired the jet black stone in it's silver cage before hanging it around his neck as the vermin of his army charged around him, the latter quarter hanging back around him. He snarled something in a forgein tongue at them - a large stoat saluting in answer for the specialist force before swinging his sword into the air and having them disband into the trees on either side.
Reyan suddenly became perfectly alert, a dagger in his paw, as the vermin melded towards them. He searched for something to block himself from the obsidian gaze of the force, his eyes settling on a low branch which he swiftly swung up onto and pressed himself down against.
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Post by Finnerator Rudderbow on May 1, 2005 15:09:07 GMT -5
(OOC: Sorry, I misread it.)
Finnerator: *Keeps firing arrows knowing that every soldier she killed now would be one less that they would have to fight*
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