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Post by Danarth Torlrak on Mar 21, 2007 23:31:53 GMT -5
A guard walked up behind him with a whip and lashed out at his entire back before he could read it. "Get back to work!" he shouted. Decay ran over as the guard left. "It would be wise if you saved such things for a safer time...eh?"
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Post by Silas on Mar 22, 2007 18:21:54 GMT -5
"Hey, stay outta this..." Marcus said, drawing the document away from the wildcat. "Besides, I can't trust you." He quickly tucked the note into a pocket inside his tunic, then looked back to where he saw the shadow recede into the forest. After a second or two, he went back to work, smashing the stone with all his hatred fueling each strike. He was tired of slavery, tired of all of it. He accidentally flattened the point of the pick during his rage.
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Post by Danarth Torlrak on Mar 22, 2007 22:17:56 GMT -5
As the Pic came up over Marcus head A giant bloody paw grabbed it jerking it from his paws and hitting him in the back of the head with the end of it. It was Dannarth....
Decay turned around seeing this sight. He wandered why Marcus didnt trust him. He had help hgim out much over the past year and still he had not gained his trust. Sure He had not been around him much until now but he wandered why the little things didnt let him know.
"Be careful with your tools....these are the only ones we hav...continue...and you'll find one sticking out of you...." Said Dannarth towering over him...the Blizzard Engulfing a circle around him seeming almost evil....
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Post by Silas on Mar 23, 2007 17:33:46 GMT -5
Marcus was met by contrasting emotions of rage and fear. He managed to keep both at bay, which most likely saved his hide. He glared back at the half-shadowed warlord, then averted his gaze, muttering almost inaudibly."I could've fixed it again... Sorry." His words seemed defiant in comparison to when he last spoke to Danarth, ten long years ago. He set about with a flat rock and started re-shaping the pick into a point. Ashley watched the scene unfold, but then worked immediately after she saw a guard turn her way. She also hated Danarth, but that fear overrode her hatred. She was suprised that Marcus could even speak in a level tone to him. She hit the rock again, still thinking upon her situation, and the options that were available.
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Back at base camp, Tom stretched as he got on deck of the Vermin's Regret. On shore, Deimar was coming back out of the woods from some unknown errand. The snow crunched under his paws as he walked into the camp. He sat down next to a fire and wasa promptly given a mug of hot tea. "Deke." He said in thanks. Tom, having no Idea why Deimar went into the woods, got in a rowbaot to row out upon the shore.
Once there, he found Deimar and his two guard captains, as well as Quartermaster Vorr, chatting in their ancient language. "[Uh, Deimar. Hi. You mind explaining why you left camp?]" He asked. "[Oh. Sorry if I didn't tell you about that... You see I looked for your Lieutenant, and followed the tracks to the vermin encampment. I covered my tracks, don't worry.]" He reassured Tom before he could speak up. "[I managed to count most of their numbers. Skipper wasn't kidding. They're huge! Well, anyway, I've managed to make contact with a slave. Hope he can read my writing...]" Here he paused and took a sip of his tea. "[Only a matter of time until we can communicate furthur...]"
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Mar 23, 2007 20:59:45 GMT -5
Irvine grinned...He was holding a bag of Reddust in one paw as two other otters held down another. "Now dont move!" he said with a laugh. "No! Haha! Stop! Hehe! You know that stuff makes my eyes water!" shouted the otter being held down. Irvine threw the bag at him...it covered the other two as well... Each of them jumped up and started bouncing about...about three minutes of danciung they finally thought of using the liquid. "Yeah that'll teach ya ta stuff mud up meh' nose..." He sat back down proping his feet up against a stone boulder. He wandered where Tom had gotten off to. he needed him there in the cove to make plans...
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Post by Silas on Mar 23, 2007 21:41:34 GMT -5
"[Really?]" Tom said, anxious for any intel that involves the new foe. "[Did you see Ashley?]" "[Yes I did, but unfortunately, I couldn't get the note that far. Too many guards.]" Deimar replied, peering into the flames of the campfire. "[She looked alright, if that's what you're wondering.]" Tom stayed silent at that remark. "[When are you going to make contact again?]" "[The note says tomight, so tonight it shall be.]" "[Thanks. Just keep the other officers informed before you rush off again...]" Tom said as he left the comforting glow of the campfire. He walked along the beach deeper into the cove, towards the fleet. He needed to make plans. Plans that involved the new-found communication line.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Mar 23, 2007 22:03:10 GMT -5
"Hey Tom! C'mere matey!" he shouted as he walked by...
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Post by Silas on Mar 23, 2007 22:08:11 GMT -5
Tom turned to his right, and did as the otter commanded. He stood next to Irvine, toying with his swordhilt. "Alright. What, might I ask, is the circumstance you called me over for?" he questoned with a hint of sarcastic classiness in his voice.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Mar 23, 2007 22:12:01 GMT -5
"First of all...Watch yer tounge or i'll cut off and you'll be usin' it as a belt...second...we need to make plans...what 'ave ye found? Any sign of Blade?" he asked
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Post by Silas on Mar 23, 2007 22:18:39 GMT -5
Tom didn't mind being threatened by the otter, despite the knowledge that he might even carry it out. He responded "No, neither our scouts nor Deimar has come into contact with Blade, or anyone else in your Holt. But, we have, obviously found the enemy's heavily fortified...er...fort. Deimar managed to contact one of the slaves, although we don't know how long that will last. and I don't know how long we can keep sending scouts out to find them. Your holt hid themselves well. I suggest we do the same." Tom stood, awaiting orders, paws clasped behind his back in true parade ground fashion, a slight wind moving his tail about slightly.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Mar 23, 2007 22:57:15 GMT -5
"Ah were fine here matey.... All we really need to do hang tight for a while and relax..." he said before noticing a major claw scratch on the side of Toms face. "Nail me rudder matey! What happened there?!" he asked
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Post by Silas on Mar 23, 2007 23:06:45 GMT -5
Tom put a paw up on his cheek, which had a combination of dried and liquid blood upon it. "Oh. Big wildcat got me there with his claws." He then clenched his fists. "They slayed five of my soldiers, one was taken captive..." He then muttered something in the ancient tounge again, this time darker sounding. "We'll get them back..." He said, more to himself than to Irvine. Tom then searched for a medkit within his haversack, pulling out a whistle, a knife, a wooden spoon, and a canteen before finally getting out a bandage.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Mar 23, 2007 23:23:45 GMT -5
"No!" shouted Irvine jumping upon Tom. He called over two otters to hold him down. "You cant Cure that thing by yerself!"
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Post by Silas on Mar 23, 2007 23:26:59 GMT -5
Tom looked up from where he was. "What... It's just a scratch, Irvine, I'm sure I can handle it." He said as he let the otters hold him down. "What's so dangerous about it?" He called.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Mar 23, 2007 23:35:37 GMT -5
"ye wanna have that Face or ye want it to rot off like One-eye's eye did? Thier claws are poisoned....mainly cuase they aint clean...but they have poisons in em as well... The key is to keep calm..." he said drawing a massive Knife from his belt...a fly flew past it rubbing against the side of it and falling to the cave floor silently....
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