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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.


  • A creature walks in the door, standing tall and carrying a large halberd. -- Sun Phoenix, 15:21:58 08/20/02 Tue

    Waiting for everyone's attention to be focused on him, he speaks.
    " I have returned from the Mountain of Honor to my home of Sampetra, and I yearn for combat. Are there any who dare challenge me, Deathsong Lieutennant Commander Anark Sundurral Larn,Sun Phoenix, The True Phoenix, Prime of the Guardian clan, Sworn Under the Mountain, Upholder of Sampetra's Honor, Badgerslayer, Master of Swords .I am the one Phoenix, The True Phoenix. I will triumph over evil and defend the innocent. This I pledge to all those who are good, I am your Champion."

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  • haah -- max, 12:24:06 09/02/02 Mon
    Whats a Forum?

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  • **The wildcat wanders into the arena...** -- Ragabash Todashi, 04:58:01 09/02/02 Mon
    **He casts a look over the place, his yellow eyes drinking it all in. The cat has, as most felines do, an almost blank look to his features, a languid look to the half-closed, predator-yellow eyes. His form, rather than stocky and built like a tank, is lithe and sinewy, built for swiftness and dexterity. He wears a pair of tattered pants, held by a modest rope belt--besides this belt, another pair of leather belts across his hips. In these belts, he carries two scimitars--one on each hip. The only sort of clothing he wears on his torso is some light chain mail rather than a normal tunic. Strapped across his back is a longbow and a quiver full of green-flitted arrows with barbed tips. On his arms have a pair of leather bracers. His aura gives off that of a hunter. His pelt, muscles rippling under it, is a jet black, and with a soft quality to it rather than glossy sheen. Strapped to his lower leg is a Scottish dirk, teh blade blackened in fire to prevent shine. The creature likes his stealth... But now he comes forth, eyes flickering and waving like that of the lights of a fire, seeking a challenger... After his fall from his own grace, the young warrior wants to prove to himself his own worth... His long tail lashes back and forth, then he releases a low growl that sounds not unlike a distant thunder.** ...a challenge...

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  • **walks back in** WYTETAIL! (sp?) -- Jokua, 09:36:01 08/27/02 Tue
    I'm back, lets finish what we started.
    OOc: Sorry, I couldn't get on for a while, but i'm back now.

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  • The Fight -- Memnoc The Black, 19:26:26 08/27/02 Tue
    * The Beast clad in all black stands around.* Anybeast wanna spar, fight? If you don't mind getting hurt..Heh

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  • *A black ferret walks in* -- Rokkar Watersword the Vanisher, 19:58:57 07/21/02 Sun
    *He wears a forest green tunic with a snakeskin belt, through which is a dagger and a long rapier with emeralds set in the hilt. A quiver of red (white-fletched) arrows is strapped on his back, along with a longbow. He is only about 16 seasons, so he walks up cautiously and says* Anybeast know where I can find a Windcane about? We agreed on a spar earlier on and I'm looking for him!

    (OOC: It would be good if you could get on anywhere from 1-8 or 9:00 central tomorrow if you're not here today)

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  • Captain Deathclaw struts into camp -- Captain Deathclaw, 19:09:38 09/14/02 Sat
    Captain Deathclaw struts into camp and stops to sneer at a weasel kissing his reflection in the water. Deathclaw walks over and kick the behind of the unfortunet weasel into the water. Smiling, Deathclaw struted away mumbling **By fang! That guy is high on himself.** Captain Badinski stode over sarling **Wipe that silly look off you face. I saw what you did, cheeky beast** And they began to circle each other, and then clashed, shouting insults. They both fell down in a dazed pile after raming their heads for the third time. Captain Deathclaw arising first.

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  • *The steel-colored fox enters* -- Kromm Steelclaw, 17:21:17 07/29/02 Mon
    *looks around*
    Hmm, haven't been here for a while. It's been a long time since I've had a good fight. Anyone who wants a spar can get it right here. I carry a short sword (length: about the distance from my elbow to the tip of my longest claw) and I have quite a few throwing daggers stuffed at random into my belt.
    For those who would dare...I'm here.
    *pulls out one of his daggers and begins toying with it as he waits...*

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  • Enter the badger. -- Warstrype the Bludgeon, 05:37:08 08/18/02 Sun
    *The formidable looking badger warrior strides forward, a mid-sized pole-axe clutched tightly in his gauntleted paws. He is not kitted out all that spectacularly, favouring functionality over grandeur.

    He wears a simple chainmail shirt over his jerkin, loose, woven trousers & tough, durable-looking sea boots. He wears gauntlets on his paws, small, hooked blades near the knuckles, & a dirk hangs from a belt loop at his side. his pole-axe had a rectangular, wooden shaft, & is encrusted with no jewels or badger runes. He does not possess the same fearsome presence as a badger Lord, but he conciders himself just as dangerous as one.

    He calls out in a deep, lightly accented voice, intent.*

    Rear-Admiral Bracken Darkwave! I challenge you!

    *He took a quick glance around. He hoped she would hurry up. He had other people to slay, & the search for Creejak could not be put off for too long.

    His brown eyes narrow, & he listens carefully for the sound of a snooty, stuck-up voice.*

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  • **the tall weasel idly twirls his spear while whistling a tune to himself** -- Jokua, 08:46:34 08/01/02 Thu
    **he pausing whistling for a moment then calls out** Spar, anybeast? No poison. To the surrender. **glances around at the others, then leans against the wall, waiting**

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  • OOC: Umm, i stabbed at your stomach. If you ducked the spear would have stabbed you in the head, not the stomach, just thought I would point that out (NT) -- Jokua, 05:14:36 08/13/02 Tue
  • OOC: I know, as soon as I posted I realized that, hmmm... lets say I dropped to the ground. K? (NT) -- Wytetail, 09:17:11 08/13/02 Tue
  • OOC: Ill be gone fer three days starting today.... see you when i get back.... (NT) -- Wytetail, 09:50:19 08/13/02 Tue
  • OOC:im back Jokua (NT) -- Wytetail, 20:14:23 08/16/02 Fri
  • *the fox checks his (imaginary) watch* Hmmm.... Wonder where he went.... (NT) -- Wytetail, 15:01:57 08/21/02 Wed
  • * A Black ferret stalks in silently his face is shrouded in a black iron mask, strapped to his back is his bow, and a short sword in its scabbard at his side. 12 daggers are strapped around his waist. His distinctive mark on his back-the would be white stripes are instead dark, bloody red.*" Halo Im new aroun' thes' parts. Though l could fin' some work o'here. *Takes a bow and introduces himself* Tha' name's Zolofurr, Assassinations my line o' work jus' holler -- Zolofurr Bloodstrype, 18:28:24 08/08/02 Thu
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  • Skarflor, I decided we should train here. -- Slann, 21:15:56 07/25/02 Thu
    I believe this place would be optimum for a good training session. If you'd like even more privacy, we could opt for a secluded arena. **The weasel obsevres Skarflor, walking abot her while digging the keen tip of his sword into the turf.** What d'ya say?


    OOC: Skarflor, I think this would be more practical than E-Mail. Simply because I may easily forget about E-Mail, since I'm on the ROC somewhat regularly, it'd be best if we continue here. I guess we could say this is an RP, so whatever happens in any RP can happen here. It's all IC. I think it's more fun that way. Anyway, I'll be waiting for ya.

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  • Lookin' fer some tools... -- Romasca the Thief (not Assasin, Thief), 22:39:18 08/11/02 Sun
    *The leather of her boots creak as a weasel leans on a rock. Her fur is a soft brown and on her front it the color of cream. She wears a short, flexible, leather skirt, a black tunic, and boots that end near
    her knees. Her boots are black, and have leather straps to hold them in place. On
    the side of each boot is a small pouch for holding her two throwing daggers. She
    wears a belt that has another dagger sheath that is positioned at her back and is
    very hard to see when covered by her tunic. On the front of the belt are various
    pouches containing things like lock picks, files, grease, etc. The belt also
    carries her dirk in its sheath. Her crossbow is slung across her back.*

    *She looks at the assembled vermin and shouts,* "Oy, ar' there any 'ere 'oo can spare a couple theivin' tools or 'as somethin' they wants me ta' steal?" *She digs something from one of her pouches, holds up the glittering objects, and says,* "I pay good gold!"

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  • **strides in, shrugging off his wolf-hide cloak and drawing his longsword off his back** -- Quickclaw Darkfir, 04:58:38 07/20/02 Sat
    **The blue woad striping the ferret's face is newly-painted and most the scars veritably covering his body are aged. A silver torc is at his throat but besides the mail gauntlets on his paws there's no other armor to weigh him down. A short, hooked axe is hanging loose in a frog at his belt and several daggers are on the baldric that also holds his sword-scabbard. Stands waiting for a challenger**

    OOC: If you haven't heard me give my rules before (Which is probable since I've not fought in some time, ask because I don't want to get into an argument about some trifling little matter that cripples the fight. The usual stuff mainly, no auto-hitting, hit-calling or God-moding with a few other things that should just be obvious to most people.

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  • Alright... -- Chevron Greenslate, 21:49:43 07/19/02 Fri
    Inside the response to this message will be a test for you, Trasen.

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  • Oh f**k... -- Rippers Semi-IC, 21:17:20 08/03/02 Sat

    Attention: Skrint!!


    The black stoat walks out from the tavern, blueish silver eyes flicking in annoyance from one side of the battlegrounds to the other. She still carries a crossbow on her back, as well as the blowpipe that she used to do the job which she made a deal with Skrint to complete. Taking a vial half-full of black widow poison from a belt pouch, she plays with it irritably in her paws.

    "Skrint. Our deal is off, though I kin pay yer with proper money once I get me curren' assignment finished. Our quarry is gone, 'tis impossible ter locate 'er, let alone kill 'er. I value me life 's well, so yew kin bloody well bet I ran outta th' place 'cos o' them stoopid bad RP-ers." she pauses, snarling. "How much money d'yer want fer th' poison? If not money, I kin give yer somethin' which I had plundered off a corpse near th' coast o' Mossflow'r."

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  • Looking for Ixis Von Vladimir -- Kaliah Wolfsbane, 16:01:00 08/03/02 Sat
    Greetings. I am looking for Ixis Von Vladimir. Has anyone seen him? If so, please e-mail me at falcondraco@aol.com

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  • **the large, cloaked figure walks in** -- Chevron Greenslate, 22:17:53 07/14/02 Sun
    **cloaked in a dark gray, unadorned robe and dragging a long, graying, cat-like tail behind him, the figure enters and assumes a position amongst the busy fighters**

    **in a hoarse, hissing voice the creature speaks after a moment**

    I am Master Chevron Greenslate of the Ald Velothi Assassins. I am here seeking any who think themselves up to snuff enough to join our elite guild. Wildcats are certainly preferred, but I suppose any creature with the skills and the desire is acceptable.

    This is not a position for wet-behind-the-ears beginners. I want respectable, distinguised veterans of our craft only. If you don't like being trated as an inferior, worry not: Our members receive first-class commissions and the utmost respect.

    Naturally, wildcats are gifted in the stealth arts, and our guild was started by wildcats, so we prefer wildcats, but as I've said, we admire talent from any race.

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  • Harken! Vermin! -- The Prophet Of Darkness, 05:20:19 06/17/02 Mon
    *A small,huddledand cloaked figure stands at the prow of a small vessle.It is dark and windy but the wretched oarbeasts row sadly on to the steady beat of the drum.As they pull in to the pier,the figure steps queitly onto the wood and starts to walk towards the flickering firelight of the tavern of Sampetra!.As she walks in,she gives a small sigh,then starts to speak as all eyes turn to her....*"hearken,beasts of the sea!i will repeat to what i have heard and what you must do to gain glory!*she picks up a paper and starts to read*"now a dark shadow falls upon the sprawling lands of Mossflower,Threatening to extingish all life-all hope.the drums of war play upon the winds once again-rising urgently towards the inevitable hour when the skies will rain fire-and Mossflower before the coming of the legion of Sampetra.The Day Of Judgment Has Come....." Beasts....This is your one true chance to conquer all of mossflower! You may never get another chance like this,they are weak!they will tremble!if you dont the terrible curse of the RedHands will fall upon you all!

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  • ???? -- russa nodrey1, 11:57:18 07/08/02 Mon
    what do i do here?

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  • Woohoohoo!!! Sparin' !! N'one wanna spar me?!?! Hehehooooo....... -- Windcane Feathertip, 17:43:29 07/06/02 Sat
    **smerks, then places all her weapons ((conceled and open)) down in a pile** I love fighting claw to claw. Anyone here want t'er fight? **slips on her worn green coller, then puts on her arm and leg bracers over her bandages** Woohoohoo!!! Come on I ain'a waitin' all day...... **smiles happily**

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  • Sorry, Slann. i was away. -- Skarflor Furo, 13:22:54 07/01/02 Mon


    *Skarflor moves her left paw back, twisting her body a bit to face Slanns attack with her upperbody. She pulls her scimitar around, the point facing the ground, and meets Slanns blade in a loud clang of steel on steel.

    When it comes to fighting paw to paw, Skarflor as well preffers close combat with metal. though born and bred as an assassin, her skills as a close up fighter have evolved over the years, making her body and mind strong and fast. She is agile, but not as agile as she could be. She is used to hiding herself and moving fast, but has abit of trouble doing that in close combat.*

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  • Drek, The Fights right here. -- Slann, 22:22:29 07/14/02 Sun
    **The weasel stands in the arena, awaiting his combatant, Drek. His sword is held in one paw, his main gauche in the other. His cold, grey eyes, glance about. He finally speaks, in a cool, calm tone.**

    Come on out Drek. The fights on, right here. You know the rules. To the death. No projectiles, lets bout like proper fighters.

    **He chuckles.**

    OOC: Okay Drek. I may be away over the next four/five days starting on Tuesday. Since this is an MB we can post whenever we have the time. When I'm aroud once a day would be nice, to keep things flowing. You know the rules, no auto's, GMing, poisons or projectiles. To the death. Feel free to RP with Drek while we fight, I'm lenient with that sorta stuff. So, lets have fun.

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  • Exler... -- Terok, 15:04:49 07/19/02 Fri
    Exler...our master ordered you not to have Silvren killed and you put a price on his head...foolish thing to do. I have been instructed to kill you. ((I would also appreciate an expirienced RPer to oversee this to make sure he doesn't cheat, Skarlfor, or Bob or someone...))

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  • ..... -- Rippscarr the Black, 07:45:14 07/14/02 Sun
    **the stoat looks around, sweating in the sweltering heat of midday. She undoes the crimson bandanna bound about her head and tucks it into her belt, wiping beads of sweat from her forehead. Narrowing her eyes, she mutters to herself** That's one disadvantage o' black fur...gotta dye it white one o' these days. **thrusting her paws into her pockets, she leans against a large boulder, moving to get into the shade** Now to find a proper poison provider. I wonder if'n anybeast 'as any reccommendations. **shrugs**

    ((ooc: Anyone?))

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  • ------------ -- Terza Steelfire, a.k.a. the Silver Shadow, 11:24:58 07/02/02 Tue
    *The gray-furred weasel leans casually against a tree, the small smile on her face indicating that she's in a good mood - A safe mood. Her wicked, steely eyes dart around, searching for the rat called Skrint, tapping her claws against a vial of poison at her belt. A special, quick-killing poison, hard to come by these days, but available for the price of a light but sturdy double-action crossbow....

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  • Spar, anybeast? -- Jokua, 07:12:05 06/28/02 Fri
    **the brown and black weasel steps in to the tavern** Spar, any beast? I havn't fought in a long time, need some practicin'

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