| Subject: *Swift, upon hearing this, realizes that stealth most likely won't work. He hears the abbey doors close with a thunk and turns to see Squiz disappear through the window.* Ah, she musta blocked us in. Good job, she's got a decent 'ead on 'er shoulders. None gettin' in or out. *He draws his sword and leaps around the corner, the sight meeting his eyes stopping him in his tracks. * (Inside, if you please, and Squiz, what's going on inside has nothing to do with your post. Just in case you think I'm stealing your fun. You're clearing the second floor, right?) |
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Date Posted: 18:01:46 05/05/03 Mon
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Swiftstream Brooktail
's message, "*Swift hears Fik's cries, and roars aloud. He runs and leaps over the vermin penning him in. Slaying any vermin in his way, he darts up the wallsteps to where Fik lies rolling about in pain. Swift undoes his haversack and pulls out a canteen.* Easy mate, easy... Lemme wash this business outta yore ugly face. Urgh, yeh've got some cuts at'll scar, but they'll be an improvement on yore mug. Up yeh come now, yeh should be able teh see again." on 18:14:46 04/28/03 Mon
*The vermin have the abbot dancing on a table, and are poking at his feet with various weapons. The poor abbot is on the verge of collapse as he has contracted Dryditch fever as well. There are only five here, but that is enough to kill an abbey full of sick beasts. Taking action, he slings his dirk into the neck of the nearest one. The vermin gape at the dirk that has grown out of the unfortunate fox's neck. They look up to see the rather large otter staring angrily at them. They all rush him simultaneously, a big weasel throwing his two knives at the otter. He dodges one but takes the other through his shoulder. Roaring, he switches his sword to the left paw and lays two of the remaining four down to the eternal sleep. The other two split up and try to corner him. Fortunately, an arrow from the outside flies in and smashes into the small rat's head, leaving Swift with the pine marten. While the pine marten gapes at his fallen comrades, Swift dispatches him with a quick thrust to the ribs. He dashes over to the abbot and picks him up.* Allrighty, yore Abbotship, we'll git yeh back up teh yore nice bed, easy does it. *On the way out, he pauses to retrieve his dirk, then begins mounting the stairs.*
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