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Post by Silas on Mar 23, 2007 23:43:30 GMT -5
Tom looked upon the knife, still panicking slightly despite Irvine's reassurance. "Are you sure...?" He inquired. Then he felt a twinge in his cheek muscles, his body absorbing the poison. He could actually feel it flowing through his veins, slowly creeping from his cheek at an agonizingly slow pace. Realizing Irvine was right, Tom said, "Well, what exactly do ye need to do here?" he said uneasily.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Mar 23, 2007 23:46:49 GMT -5
"Hold still...dont...panic." he said Placing the knie on Toms cheeck and digging in a little bit to draw blood from the Claw marks. As blood ran down the side of Toms face he could see there was a blackish tint to it. That was the poison...
"Do you really need this side of your face?...or...Would you like to keep it?" he asked jokingly.
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Post by Silas on Mar 23, 2007 23:53:20 GMT -5
Tom grimaced as he felt the knife slice into his cheek, the blade feeling as cold as an icicle, due to his slightly heightened sense of survival instinct. "Aah. Yes, I'd prefer to keep my face in one piece... ow... You know, for appearances' sake."
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Mar 23, 2007 23:59:50 GMT -5
"Appearances indeed...Reddust please..." he said holding his paw out for one. He was handed one and the otters suddenly tightend the grip several more otters jumped on Tom to hold him down. Irvine dug the knife deeper and longer across Toms face across all the lines of the Claws he took the small bag of reddust in his hand and opened it. a wet rag was placed over toms face, mouth and nostrils to protect it. "I aint gonna lie to ya matey...This is really gonna kill..." he said. toom a handful and threw it on Toms open wound.
((Ye should be screaming right about now...))
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Post by Silas on Mar 24, 2007 0:08:25 GMT -5
Tom yelled out in pain at the application of the Reddust. The familiar feeling of extreme heat was back upon his fur, only this was a much, much deeper pain. The open wound, and his hyper-sensitive state magnified the burning sensation. Tom truly thought he was going to die. He struggled against the Iron grip of the otters, managing to budge an inch before he was held fast once more. The edges of his vision faded for a moment, then returned. Tom then stopped screaming, yet still in tremendous pain.
((Yeah, it's worse fer him... Think I explained why a while ago... Just do wat yer gonna do next.))
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Mar 24, 2007 0:46:37 GMT -5
((im gonna G-mod a little))
The Last thing Tom saw was Irvine's closed paw an inch from his eyes before his vision wnet black. "I cant stand that sound....besides that he wont feel anymore pain..."
An hour later he washed the reddust from Toms face and wraped up the side of his face in a bandage cloth. He would need to keep it on there for a few days to be sure the poison was killed off...
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Post by Silas on Mar 25, 2007 13:05:34 GMT -5
Tom awoke some time later, instantly touching his bandaged cheek, then remembered what happened. He got up off his makeshift cot in a tent that his troops set up for him. Embers were smouldering in a fire ring in the center of the tent. He could still feel the Reddust, despite it being washed off his face. To his left was a pitcher of water, which he drank, savoring the liquid. Tom shivered as it went down his throat. Walking out of the tent, Tom looked around to see what was going on outside.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Mar 25, 2007 14:50:20 GMT -5
Everybeast in the cove had plenty of tree limbs and were making Pikes and Javalines to the best of thier ability. There was a good stack of them near everybeast making them. They had been woking on it for hours. There was also a few new beast on cove...30 to be excact. Irvine had sent a few beast to walk the shoreline for a few days to see if they could recruit a few beast for the cuase.
"There 'e is! I was wandering when you'd wake up! I didnt hurt ye' did I?..I mean minus the punch to face...Reddust...digging into your face with a sharp knife..."
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Post by Silas on Mar 25, 2007 15:15:47 GMT -5
"Certainly better than having half my face ripped off..." Tom replied, half-lying. He glanced over at the new arrivals. "Ah. Who might these beasts be, Irvine?" He asked, already inspecting them from afar.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Mar 25, 2007 18:06:54 GMT -5
Irvine tured and looked in the direction Tom was looking. "Oh! Heh'... I sent a few Otters to roam the the Beach area for a few day. They know what to look for...Ya know I only accept certin kind of beast here..." he said looking at some of the otters who had been with him for a while. "The ones that have seen terrible things...exsperienced them...and who had nothing left to live for...Those are the ones I like....Take Undertaker for instance...He had his family killed off by Danarth. He begged Him to spare his sons life and to take his. Instead Danarth decapitated his son and seriously injured Undertaker...Almost killed him e' did... He thought he was dead. When we found him he had been seriousl injured with abunch of arrows in him... He forgot his own name so I named him Undertaker cuase that who should have seen him first..." He laughed "I wonder how he's doing now..." he said to himself unaware that Undertaker had been killed. "Anyway he knew he had a son...he knew he knew how to help injured beast...So what do we do?... We put a cleaver in his paws and tell him have fun. Haha!" He sighed leaned up on the cove's stone wall. "He had been through alot..seen alot of things..and he had nothing to go back to...he was just what I look for...Its what makes him a good fighter...Im mean sure he's wreckless...but what more can you ask for?"
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Post by Silas on Mar 25, 2007 19:02:35 GMT -5
Tom seemed to think upon something, replying absent-mindedly to the Skipper's question. "There's a lot to ask for, Irvine. It's one thing to give your service, another to give your life..." He stopped in mid-sentence, shivering as a cold wind blew off of the sea. "But yes, on the field of battle, it's best if you have nothing to lose." Tom then went back inside his tent, coming out shortly afterwards, munching on what appeared to be a wafer. "Wait... how long have I been in there?" He inqured, gesturing towards the tent he came out of.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Mar 25, 2007 20:16:16 GMT -5
"Hmm....3 days...haha! Pain really knocks ye out! Either that or im a really good punch...
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Post by Silas on Mar 25, 2007 20:35:02 GMT -5
"Three days!" Tom suddenly ran over to Deimar, who was all the way over next to the upturned rowboats. "[Deimar! Have you managed to communicate with the slaves? What are their numbers? Can they be freed? What weapons do they-]" Deimar cut him off. "I haven't contacted them yet, just slow down... I will soon." "[Sorry, I was out of it a while...]" "[Yeah, I've heard. Poisons're cruel, no mistake about that...]" Deimar said nonchalantly. The knowledge that he still had time to plan relieved Tom of his anxiety. He returned to his tent, breathing only slightly after his run to Deimar and back. "Okay... Let's try and make some plans..." He said to Irvine.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Mar 25, 2007 21:09:21 GMT -5
"Okay...hmm..." he said begining to think. "Our plan is to find Blade...then make a plan..." he siad looking up at him then smiling.
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Post by Silas on Mar 25, 2007 21:16:11 GMT -5
"Okay... We'll start searching for them, then. I have all my scouts at your disposal. Greymian! Please get the others." He said to the dark-furred squirrel, who ran off to do his bidding. He soon came back with two patrols, the tremaining Tree Wraiths, and the humorously named 'LollyGaggers'. They all stood at attention, awaiting their orders. "Now where..." Tom strode over to the woodlands and gestured to the expanse with a sweep of his paw. "...Shall we start searching?"
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