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Sampetra Battle Board
This is the Sampetra Battle Board which is used for friendly brawls between members, and for wars with other clubs.


  • Di'estia Ra'sylvai -- ~Zilaco Wyndshard~, 00:17:24 10/03/02 Thu
    OOC: Dang! I see we got oursleves a whole bunch o' new trouble round er' phaw! somebeasts need teh learn when teh close their traps!

    BIC: * The black fox narrows his pupiless eyes at the sight of his old "cully"...it had been awhile since he had crossed blades with one so skilled. Slowly running his tounge over metal covered fangs, he cocked his head to the side, observing Di' quitely. One thing he had learned over many a season since his departure from Sampetra was to keep his mouth shut, except when needed. He nodded slightly to her...*

    Heh heh...well...if tis'nt Di'estia Ra'sylvai...heh heh...been awhile since our blades danced tegether...I except yer offer teh fight!

    * With those simple words and a glare at the new beasts he does not know or care to know...he prepares to fight. Drawing his double bladed javelin from his back, he appears to break it in half. The weapon comes apart ot the middle, forming two deadly short sword length weapons. Bladed on one side and filed to an icey point on both ends. His wave bladed dirk resides in his belt as he shrugs his cloak to the floor. *

    Make yer move...

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  • The return -- Damont Darkbane, 19:42:21 10/10/02 Thu
    ** Damont slowly limps into the fight area. He stops and looks up at the crimson streaked dusk sky, he then takes a seat at the base of a tree. He grits in forlorn as he expects the rush of burning pain from the wound under the bandage. He is suprised when he finds none and begins to unwrap the clean cotton strip from around his upper thigh. He grins in suprise as he sees the new looking scar.** Hmm..only a few months..not bad.** Pulls that one pants leg down from his upper thigh, where he wore it with the injury; down to where it should be around his ankles.Gets up and takes a few test bounces and is satisfied with the results, he then calls out.** Would anybeast care for a spar? Paw to paw ta be more specific. If you wish to take heed of the chalange I will be waiting here.

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  • Erm... *wince -- Baldur OOC, 16:26:29 10/10/02 Thu
    Sorry I haven't been responding, but with four hour daily marching practices, I think you can understand... our competition is this weekend, so I can start the fight again on Monday, k? *runs away blushing*

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  • *a tall cloaked beast walks into taven* -- Deynaku, 16:58:13 10/06/02 Sun
    *the cloaked beast walks into the tavern. He looks around and see nothing but a few rag-tag vermin with nothing but drinking and fighting on their minds "pitiful" he wispers to himself. He continues through the tavern looking at the beasts. This group was pathetic they couldn't even stop a drunken hare from capturing this once great Empire. Noe it is mere dirt.*

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  • Hola -- Malystryx, 15:15:57 10/06/02 Sun
    Hey. I dunno if anyone remembers me from a while back, but I was here.**She is a red fox with violet eyes, dressed in a black jacket, pants and bbots. She carries a dirk and a bow and arrows. She places the bow by the wall and glances around.**Anyone up for it??

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  • Captain Deathclaw Struts into camp... -- Capt. Deathclaw, 16:39:59 09/21/02 Sat
    Captain Deathcalw stuts into camp noticing a weasel kissing his reflection in the water. Kicking the unfourtunate weasel into the water, he smiles*Pulls a longsword from his belt*mubbling to himself,"By fang that guy is high on hisself." Well? Whos next up to face me, or are you all weaklings?

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  • *a tall cloaked beast walks into taven* -- Deynaku, 16:58:00 10/06/02 Sun
    *the cloaked beast walks into the tavern. He looks around and see nothing but a few rag-tag vermin with nothing but drinking and fighting on their minds "pitiful" he wispers to himself. He continues through the tavern looking at the beasts. This group was pathetic they couldn't even stop a drunken hare from capturing this once great Empire. Now
    it is mere dirt.*

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  • Quickclaw -- Baldur OOC, 16:17:44 10/05/02 Sat
    We'll move our fight up here. I haven't got enough time to post my reply at this moment, but I will get around to it soon.

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  • *the Monitor enters, his black eyes glinting* -- Baldur Forscythe, 21:27:58 09/18/02 Wed
    Warm-blood. *indicates Quickclaw with a flicker of his purply black, snake-like tongue* Here iz where we shall fight. Chooze your weaponz, and chooze them well, for not many warm-bloodz can pierze zcales after fighting mere zmooth-zkinz for zo long.*bares his teeth in a never-changing snarl, his shifting eyes glinting maliciously*

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  • continuing our rp rippers -- Bladepaw, 13:12:15 09/23/02 Mon
    **scooping up the pouches she withdrw a dagger and balanced it on the table with a seemingly bored exression** Well done rippscarr, I hear you got the best of Lightpaw in one trap. **blinks and tilts her head up to look at rippscarr** and what of the third? lightpaw was too shakes up to watch and report back 'n that one. eh?

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  • *Drawing her long-bow, she aims* oh, me hate that weasel so much, she snarled.*The arrow whistled through the air* The weasel had moved and saw her on the hilltop..... -- Bladeroy, 20:33:09 09/19/02 Thu
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  • Rippers/ Xhanliya, up here! -- Kromm/ Roughback, 17:21:20 08/28/02 Wed
    (ooc: Sorry, I was getting tired of scrolling all the way to the bottom...here's your last move...)

    **rolls away in the nick of time, recieving a long, medium-depth cut down the side of her neck. Snarling, she springs to her feet, unsheathing her sabre and letting the mace dangle in a cord around her opposite wrist. Lunging forward, she slashes down and then to the side at Roughback's upper torso**

    (and mine...)

    *slashes sideways with his rapier, trying to counter the downward slash but not expecting the sideways twist. The marten's blade slices easily through his jerkin but stops at the chainmail vest. Breathing a short sigh of relief but wincing at the same time because of the bruise the blow caused, he aims his blade for his opponent's chest and stabs forward*

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  • ..... -- Shiule Greywar, 22:39:49 09/13/02 Fri
    The treerat stepped out of the shadows in which she lurked to observe the fighting, her flat silver eyes observing every detail expertly. She was a poisoner by trade and nature, graceful in every smooth movement, lithe and wiry. Also fairly rich, she made money off the assassins which were plentiful everywhere, her poisons both expertly prepared and hard to come by. Her clothes were woven from soft fibres, noiseless when she moved and not too baggy. Shiule Greywar lived up to her name. Every aspect of the treerat was grey-- her fur was dyed an uneven jagged stripe pattern to match the treebark of her native land, her clothing made to confuse the eye, mottled grey, black and white. But now she needed to announce herself on this island, no matter how dangerous it would be. In the future, all assassins would know where to find her.

    The treerat was far from trustworthy; she was sly and quick-thinking, swift to move if she felt threatened. But she was somebeast who would not trick her customers, especially if they paid well. Her haughty, unconcerned attitude was not what you would call polite, but she was civillized enough. The belts which formed an 'X' across her torso were covered with loopholes containing dried plants, pouches and vials, all dangerous poisons kept in their safe forms until needed. The thick leather belt around her waist contained similar contents, organized neatly into groups according to type.

    She now stood out like a sore thumb against the bright tropical sands, her permanently dyed fur not helping at all. Hoping feverently that no enemies were present, she lounged against a sun-warmed rock, wondering if any customers were about...

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  • BAH! I HATH RETURNED! Sort of.................. -- Argan Whiptail ((I'm Rokkar too)), 16:12:12 09/03/02 Tue
    **the grayish rat strides easily into the place, a fat sword in a tattered green corsair belt of cloth. He wears a green tunic over his stomach, and he sits, his claw on his sword handle** Anybeast fancy a spar?

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  • Black Fox Returning... -- ~Zilaco Wyndshard~, 12:18:57 09/10/02 Tue
    * The warm, sticky Sampetran air felt familiar and pleasent. Quickly cutting through onto the path and dog fox took in his surrounds. heh, not too much had changed...good. He had never liked change much, espeicially not in his homeland. He ran a paw over his black head fur, roughed by sea salt and bygone travelling days. The tattered black cloak fluttered lightly over a darker black brush. The fox placed a paw lightly on his blue steel dirk that rested, as always, at his side. He felt to anticipation of a good spar tingle through his body. He could not help but expose a few metal covered teeth in an evil, twisted grin...Zil had come home.

    Passing up the tavern for now, Zil made his way to the battle area. He entered, blank yellow eyes scanning the room. He noticed some beasts he had known, and nodded in greeting. He quickly draped his cloak over a chair back and let his haversack slide to the floor. Standing and using his double bladed javelin to lean on, the midseasoned black fox barked out a challenge in a voice like a serrated blade scraping over ice.*

    Listen up cullies...I've come back fer a fight! For any of yew who don't know me, think before you except! I like a good scrape...if yew catch me drift. Come on den...who wants a liddle action?

    * Zil's traditional way of greeting old friends compleate, he stood patiently waiting for a response from a seasoned fighter. *

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  • *enters the arena, drawing her black cloak around her* -- Ember Eyes, 18:20:15 09/09/02 Mon
    *the hood slips back to reveal a black and white cat with sharp yellow eyes. Looks around enthusiasticly, holding the hilt of a large sword* After being lost for a few years I am home once again to Sampetra...*sighs*

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  • A otter runs up -- Lord Greatblade, 12:43:33 09/16/02 Mon
    A otter runs up and faces the vermin, his big strong arms wielding a broadsword and a halberd in each of them, He grits his teeth and addresses them "I am Lord Greatblade, lord of the southern lands and protector of the rightchous. It's beasts like you vermin that my purpose is to kill. Fear me for I will destroy your leaders and avenge the dead of the good!" He waits.

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  • Ramira! -- Quickclaw, 22:43:45 09/09/02 Mon
    OOC: Sorry, gone on a field trip and now having computer problems.

    BIC: **As she moves towards him, hops back a step then stabs forward with his longsword at her stomach, axe slicing from the side at her ankle**

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  • **the old weasel stands midst the strugling beasts, battling eachother for honor, for money, or to merely survive. Bladepaw was not here to fight. She was here to teach.** -- Bladepaw, 16:56:40 08/26/02 Mon
    **brown eyes sparkled. This was going to be intresting, not only because she felt invigorated today, ready to teach and listen... but because of untold plans, the expectancy of watching something that would truly define whether Rippscarr had the instinct for this occupation she had chosen. Bladepaw waited fingering a dagger beneath her sleeve waiting for a stoat by the name of Rippscarr**

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  • *A tall black vixen who hasn't been seen aropund for a long time walks out onto the battlefield.* -- Krast the Assassin, 15:58:46 09/05/02 Thu
    *Looking around, her pale eyes blink as she searches for her old friends. Hmm... a few around. Turning, Krast pulls her black cloak off and unsheaths her battered sabre.*
    I'm back 'cos I can't find anywhere where people fight as well as INSUers. So, anybeast want a spar with me?

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  • *sighs* -- Rear Admiral Bracken Mayce Darkwave, 16:57:46 08/24/02 Sat
    *she stands up and brushes off her jacket, glancing at this badger, hardly impressed... the glory of a male badger warrior in his prime had worn off long ago, and she had long since ceased judging creatures by their size or appearance*

    *she apparently wears nor armor, but is surprisingly well-dressed for her usual self... she wears a high-collared, powder-blue dress jacket with black and gold eppaulettes at the shoulders, and dark-gray trousers tucked into knee-length suede boots of the same color* *several campagin awards from seasons long past are pinned to the breasts of the jacket, though whether or not they are hers by deed or simply pretty tokens snatched from dead enemies is up to the observer to decide*

    *her fierce amber eyes look more tired than they usually do, and her sable fur and whiskers, though well-groomed as always, are decidedly droopier this day than most* *she seems tall and gaunt today rather than lean and healthy, and her scar, though always a prominent feature, seems to attract more attention than ever*

    Why do you want Bracken? *she speaks in a voice that is almost lazily defiant, if such a thing can be, and she eyes this badger with scrutiny that may or may not be undeserved* She has done nothing to anybeast, never struck first at any living creature... *she pauses for a moment, thinking back over the seasons and mentally assuring herself that this is true* ...so whatever vendetta you think you're fulfilling by trying to kill her, let me tell you, it's a false one. *her amber eyes glare at the badger for a moment longer* Leave this place now. Please.

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  • A vixen walks into view. -- Acired, 15:13:54 08/11/02 Sun
    She is a red furred fox, dressed in a simple black tunic and black leggings. A quiver full of arrows is slung across her back and she carries her bow strung and ready. Several daggers are thrust in her belt and the hilt of two others can be seen sticking from the top of each boot.
    She looks around the area carefully with cold brown eyes.

    "I am searching for a beast known as Skrint." She finally says. "My employer has some questions for him. Where can I find him."

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  • *An aged creature walks in, his hardwood cane tapping against the floor* -- Darkmoon, 18:58:05 08/12/02 Mon
    *the old ferret speaks in a creaky voice* "Hmmm... This place has changed. I see many new faces here, but not many old ones. Alas, the ones I once knew have gone to their well deserved rest or have retired to a better place."

    "For all of those old 'uns out there, thanks fer making this island a hospitable place for all of the new recruits. Many of you may not remember me, as I was not very popular or well-known back in my day, but I was one of those new recruits who had to figure out the do's and the dont's for hisself. I am glad that beasts are helping each other on this isle now instead of having the "every beast fer hisself" principle that used to be instituted here."

    "Now, which one of you young'uns will buy me a drink?"

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  • *A silver wolf walks in, there is an air of mystery about her* -- Ramira Nightwake, 10:29:26 08/12/02 Mon
    Hello all, I am Ramira Nightwake, from KinDraco Fortress. Don't shoot! I'm not spamming, just visiting. I wanted to come here to see if anyone would like to train with me. I am getting tired of my companions at the fortress, and would like a challenge. *Draws her halberd* Anyone interested?

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  • I Will Take Your Head As My Trophy -- Anon. Bounty Hunter, 11:09:34 08/30/02 Fri
    An assasin dressed in all black robes stands quietly, a scimitaar sheathed at his belt. Silently, he lets his robes fall to the ground, exposing the killer's gleaming plate armor. Also tucked into his belt are seven daggers and a battle axe. Obviously weighed down, he slowly moves himself towards where the action seems to be. Unsheathing his blade, he stands ready for a challenge.

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