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Post by Silas on Mar 17, 2007 23:20:56 GMT -5
Dispirited, beaten, and choked several times, Ashley was flung out onto the ground bythe heavy weight. She got up, more than slightly bruised, and dragged her way into the tattered tent, where the other occupants looked up at her arrival. They consisted of an otter, a mole, two mice, and a squirrel, all bunched together to ward off the cold. The mouse and squirrel rose to greet her, yet they looked in no condition to do so due to their emaciated state. "So you're a new one, eh? Welcome to the end of exsistence." The mouse said. "Don't be so hard on 'er, Delran." The squirrel told him. "Well, what brings you to our sorry tent, missie?" He questioned. "I was captured, dragged here. I suppose you were, too." The squirrel paused in thought at this, as if seeing the events all over again. "We were all taken, one way or another, I suppose. And what is your name, miss?" "Ashley Blakeden. Yours?" "Marcus Hawkeye." He answered in a slightly age-worn voice. Ashley's eyebrow rose. "Marcus hawkeye? not Silas hawkeye?" She questioned. "My captain, Tom, has been looking for him." "Ah yes. I know Tom. I also know Silas, for he is my son." "Really? is he around?" "No, we got seperated on different ships. the one he was on burned up. Haven't seen him since." "Oh. i'm sorry." Ashley said, feeling quite miserable inside. "Wait..." Marcus said, eyeing her field jacket. "I've seen that uniform before. You're with the NPA?" He inquired. "Yeah." Ashley answered. "We're trying to see what we can do out here."
"From what I've seen, all it's gotten is you captured." The mouse, Delran remarked. "You just wait. I'm sure Tom can stop that cat." She said, wishing she could truly feel that much certainty.
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Back at base camp, the waves gently lapped up onto the shore, the snow still falling gently upon the beach. The first of the Tree Wraiths appeared in camp, being Greymian Blaine, an excellent martial arts combatant. He was closely followed by Tom. The rest gathered 'round inside the cave. Tom shook his headas he sat down upon an overturned rowboat. "Those cats... " He proceeded to mumble something in the ancient language.
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Post by Danarth Torlrak on Mar 18, 2007 0:50:44 GMT -5
It was night....Snowing Heavily....and a sharp wind kept blasting through. Danarth was beside the tent his enormous shadow pictured on the tent wall on the inside....his mouth open wide in its continious grin....Danarth had heard every word they had said....
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Post by Silas on Mar 18, 2007 1:01:23 GMT -5
The first night in the slave tent was cold, bitterly so. Ashley moaned as she got up, remembering the last time she had a meal. The other beasts inside the tent got up, stretching somewhat feebly. Marcus got up and sat cross-legged, and muttered something in the characteristic language of squirrels to no one in paticular. "Okay, let's get up." He helped the otter, who was very old, to stand. They conversed in Tail code for a second. Then he said, "Shush, someone's coming." He gestured towards the tent entrance, and everyone fell silent as a figure approached.
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Post by Danarth Torlrak on Mar 18, 2007 21:30:52 GMT -5
Decay, Danarths former second hand beast, stepped in. he stod tall and was quite thin but had enough muscle to notice. His chest which could not be seen had mostely rotted away due to a poison injury exsposing much on his insides."Most of you a fiarly new in this tent..." his whipser of a voice said. "Get outside and grab a pic-axe and a rope.... you'll need them both...try not to be slow about it...." His voice was only a whisper...but it seemed kind....kinder than the others anyway...
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Post by Silas on Mar 19, 2007 21:29:13 GMT -5
Of course everyone obliged willingly, not wanting to get in bad favor with Decay. Ashley was a bit slow in getting up, due to a restless sleep, and wounds from the previous battle and capture thereafter. She walked alongside Marcus and asked, "Wha... Pick-axes and ropes? What are they making us do?" Marcus casually whispered in her direction, not turning his head towards her. "We're working in the quarry, Ashley. A disreputable line of work, if any." As they wound their way through the tents, paws crunching in the newly-fallen snow, they came upon the Quarry, which was understandably huge. She was given a Pick-axe, and Marcus was given a length of rope. "Pulling again?" He remarked, still having either the nerve or good humor to say such a thing to his captors. Ashley just stood there, holding the axe in her hands, a thousand thoughts of escape running through her mind.
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Post by Danarth Torlrak on Mar 19, 2007 22:13:30 GMT -5
Decay came up behind her. "What are you thinking? you want to be beaten by Danarth again? If he sees you doing nothing he will surley dispose of you..." he said in warning. He had a pic-axe in his paws as well and was hammering away on a nearby stone. It was his Punishment for allowing the two others hospitality...
"Once you shape a stone you'll want to use yer rope to haul it over to the builders...." his whisper of a voice said. He knew the Squirrell did not yet know why he whispered continiously.
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Post by Silas on Mar 20, 2007 15:55:30 GMT -5
Of course, Ashley wondered why Decay whispered all the time, until she noticed his injury. She decided not to ask anyway, if only for her own best intrest. Ashley looked at the stone, then back to the pick-axe. She didn't know the first thing there was to masonry, or whatever category this labor fell upon. She watched Marcus, who heaved his pick high up and methodically carved a rough block out of the quarry. Ashley lifted her own pick, as if to mimic his actions. Her efforts were not so sucessful. She hit loose ground a couple of times, and nearly hit two of the other slaves before she carved her own block. Ashley then tied a sort of harness around the stone. During this time when she was tying up the block, she mustered up courage and finally asked Decay. "Why do you, er, whisper?" She questioned, careful not to make the wildcat angry.
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Post by Danarth Torlrak on Mar 20, 2007 18:53:40 GMT -5
Decay stopped hitting the stone he was working on and wiped his brow. He took off his coat revealing his rotted away flesh and fur at the rib-cage and chest area. "Poison...Lets just say...Iv disobeyed Danarth one two many times...Once I...loosed my tounge and he didnt take it lightly...Its a wonder im still alive..." he said covering his chest back up which protected his internal organs. "You know Danarths mace? Im sure you'v met it by now...be happy you havent been aquainted with it by touch or cut...Its poisonous...so are all his daggers...its a dagger his scraped me with...a scrape...nothing more..." he began hacking away again at the stone seeing a guard pass by with a whip.
"All his weapons are poisonous...If by chace his first strike doesnt kill you the posion more than likely will...he makes his own posion...Some to shut down your insides...some to eat away at them in minutes some like acid....he even has once he uses just for himself...although...its not really a poison...its more of a....Mad Substance...if your stuck with that you'll just go mad...Danarth has only used it once....I saw him use it myself...a long time ago..it was with an otter...a scar above his eye...it help him out but he wasnt able to kill him...heh...Im like a book history...Listen to me go on...." he said Holding onto Ashelys axe. "Tap the stone once in a short movement then lay waste to it hard the second time...You'll find you can hit it better..." he said in instruction. he Grabbed his side feeling a sharp pain in his side. A guard came up behind him with a whip and swung it at his back. Decay quickly turned grabbing the whips end and jumping at the guard sending him to the ground he wound it around the guards and gave a sharp jerk hearing the guards neck snap. He stood up and began hamming at the stone again. He breathed heavily from lunge. You could hear his lungs from the wound in his chest.
"Im the only one here who can give do that without a reason...Me and Danarth...heh.."
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Post by Silas on Mar 20, 2007 20:01:02 GMT -5
Ashley stayed respectfully silent throughout the narrarative, outright shocked by the murder Decay just committed, his injuries, and by the poisons he described. After a short while, she started to carve her rock as he instructed, getting hit by the flying pebbles that resulted from every strike. Marcus was already hauling a stone, pulling the rock up a slope. His face was set in a grimace, gritting his teeth, for he has also listened to Decay's narrarative. By now the very pebbles the workers chipped from the stones ate at his footpaws. "Killed another one, Decay?" He remarked, eyeing the corpse. "What, can't handle a little whip?"
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Post by Danarth Torlrak on Mar 20, 2007 21:02:54 GMT -5
"Murder...would you rather me whip you for no reason when you have already been instructed and need no further motivation than death?" he said stoping from his hammering.
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Post by Silas on Mar 20, 2007 21:32:11 GMT -5
"Wouldn't make much of a difference." Marcus replied. "We're already dead, anyways." He shrugged, then continued to move his boulder up the hill. As he did this, he was on the verge of grinning. Why he was grinning, Ashley counld not tell. She was finally tying her piece of rope around her stone, getting ready to pull it up the incline to the builders.
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Post by Danarth Torlrak on Mar 20, 2007 21:42:25 GMT -5
Decay continued hacking away then looked up at Marcus. He bent over and picked up a heavy stone and tossed it at him.
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Post by Silas on Mar 21, 2007 22:18:42 GMT -5
Seeing the rock hurlngi towards him, Marcus ducked down, avoiding the projectile. He got up and muttered to himself, " Yeah, try that again..." His voice trailed off as he began dragging the stone up the incline once more. Ashley was almost to the ramp, next to Decay's work area. Since Decay was in a bad mood, she made sure to stay a safe distance away. As Marcus was coming down the hill, rope slung across his shoulder, he stopped and conversed with Delran before going at it with another rock. The pick head then flew up, whirling through the air as Marcus lifted it up. It whirled toward a guard at top speed, its strike potentially fatal.
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Post by Danarth Torlrak on Mar 21, 2007 22:33:01 GMT -5
"Decay Gave a grin at Marcus's comment. And picked Up another Rock and was about to throw it when the pickaxe head flew off. He suddenly threw the rock in the direction the head was going hitting the head as it passing knocking it offcourse hitting the ground harmlessly. Decay began hitting the stone again as if nothing happend.
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Post by Silas on Mar 21, 2007 22:41:06 GMT -5
Marcus stared at his headless pick, then back at Decay. The guard was equally suprised by this turn of events, as well. Marcus bent to retrieve his axehead, but not before examining it. He found the pin that holds it on the Pick was removed. Great. Now someone else is trying to get me killed... he continued working, but eyeing his surroundings more carefully this time. A short distance away in the trees, a shadow moved without an entity to cast it, receeding back into the forest. He then felt something tickle his right footpaw. He looked down, and saw a piece of parchment wedged between two stones. He pulled it out and examined it as well.
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