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Subject: Feast...
Author: Kinnan Ulfe [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 12:49:33 08/31/01 Fri OOC: Okay, I'm going to take some liberties b/c I'm a leader-type and can do that, as there seems to be a general lack of activity all of a sudden. I'm making the feast appear out of nowhere, so let's all just assume we broke out the provisions. If anyone has a real desire to cook something, feel free, but for the rest of us, we can go ahead and get started! BIC: Crosses his arms, gazing at the troops around him, pride gleaming in his eyes. He turns to Favre with a look that clearly says he is going to have his way no matter what, and speaks so that all can hear his deep, rumbling voice I am hearby issuing the order that the casks are to be opened and the best of everything brought out. Drinks, cheeses (we got those from a raid several months ago, and they are fabulous, let me tell you!), breads, fish if anybeast can catch them quickly, anything you think you might want! Motions to the larger store-tent where there is a sudden flurry of activity as beasts hurry to bring out everything and lay it all out on a tent that has been laid on the ground to serve as a dort of picnic blanket. Kinnan takes one of his over-sized goblets, fills it with his own string wine, and raises it above his head Here's to Quanshaire, the best bloody Merc patrol there is! Drains his goblet and wipes the wine off his lips with the back of his paw
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Rolls his eyes but has no real objections. He strides over to the array of foods and selects a tankard of chestnut ale and a hunk of hard, crumbling yellow cheese. He takes his light dinner over to the trunk of a tree which he leans against, observing his soldiers through his emotionless obsidian eyes (NT) -- Favre, 14:58:17 08/31/01 Fri grins broadly, grabbing a mug of ale Yaharr! To the QMP! To the leaders! cheers, then downs the mug Hmm... fish does sound good. First some cheese, though. chuckles, plotting out his course of action for the feast -- Fray Blackwood, 14:20:29 09/01/01 Sat Aya spits on the ground, stretching her back. A feast? Tch...you guys can if you want, but if they come back, I'm not about to be full and drunk. That's an easy way to get killed. If you need me...I'll be in the trees...training. with that, she turns and walks up to the nearest tree on the treeline, shooting up it as fast as the squirrel she is. (NT) -- Aya Seren, 16:34:12 09/01/01 Sat personally agreeing with Aya, the small vixen snatches herself a mug of ale and retreats to her watch tree, sipping it -- Cateye, 10:50:37 09/02/01 Sun Pulls out his chu ko nu, walks to the river and shoot a fish and brings it back to the campsite to be roasted -- Tangur, 12:34:11 09/02/01 Sun Bursts out in sudden laughter, watching Aya and Cateye with approval. He grins at Kinnan in an I-told-you-so fashion See what 'appens when ye try t' throw mercs a feast? Still chuckling in satsifaction, he swings up into a tree himself, on the south side of the fire circle (NT) -- Favre, 18:18:45 09/02/01 Sun Glares at Favre from her position beside her dead father. There is a look of hatred behind the tears, and she speaks through clenched teeth They won't be back. Not without their leader. Wipes away a tear roughly with the back of one of her silky paws And I won't lead a group that's worth nothing more than to run at the first sight of trouble. But go ahead, laugh and joke and eat all you want. Enjoy your victory! Eyes and voice are full of venom OOC: Come off it, I'm done. I don't have time to RP that many alts any more, so you don't have to worry about them. You can relax a bit IC if you want... Shrugs I was just bored and looking for something to do. I may even join up. This seems to be a nice, active place.... But we'll have to see. (NT) -- Tarriana, 20:48:19 09/02/01 Sun Limps in, bleeding from a few scratches here and there. She makes a face Sorry I haven't been here! Some wandering bandits gave me a little trouble. She giggles wickedly Not as much as I gave them though! Winks flirtatiously, then gives a little gasp of delight Ooh! A feast! How unexpected! (NT) -- Xhoa, 21:02:59 09/02/01 Sun Heaves a sigh at the melodramatics of the wildcat, and at the lack of good spirits among the troops You lot don't ever have a spot of fun, do you? One thing I must say, at least I won't worry about sleeping tonight... But I said naught about being drunk. If one draught is all you can handle, Madam Aya, then you have some other issues we might have needs to address at a later date! *There is a twinkle in his eye. He is mislty* teasing As for you, Favre Pinesword, git down offa your pride an'be a little less Evy-licious for once! Laughs at his own joke, but winces slightly. His leg has gone untreated, but he is unlikely to let any touch him at this point, preferring to shake off the wound as a "scratch" and carry a limp for a bit Now where's that good fish? Or must I find my own? OOC: To Tarriana-- Aye, it's an active place, but if you want to join, you'll have to apply, same as all the others. (NT) -- Kinnan Ulfe*, 21:07:28 09/02/01 Sun* OOC: Normally I let my typos slip, but this'n's too horrible... that word in italics isn't supposed to be "mislty" but "mostly".... see if that makes more sense...Sorry. (NT) -- Kinnan Ulfe...again, 21:10:00 09/02/01 Sun (NT) -- ..., 07:17:05 09/03/01 Mon Finally releases her father's cold paw and moves away from him. Her blazing eyes are now on Favre, the squirrel with the audacity to kill Grisiga. She slinks quietly towards his tree and climbs it as quickly as any squirrel, claws clinging to the branches of the trees. She loosens her grip with her from right paw to draw a dagger and sends it sailing towards the squirrel so that it lands hilt-deep in the branch beside his head Aren't you even going to appologize? Eyes flash and teeth are clenched (NT) -- Tarriana, 07:15:58 09/03/01 Mon (NT) -- --, 13:25:54 12/28/01 Fri looks around quietly at the feast, and justs sits watching, not saying much but is here non the less (NT) -- Frostheart, 10:15:39 09/03/01 Mon The squirrel chuckles, sitting on a thick branch in an overhead tree I commend you, oh fearless leader. Not only are you big, strong, and fast, but you also know how to crack a decent joke. But you're right though...I never could hold a drought of the fermented stuff. Snatching a blood-red apple, she jumps down to face him, landing daintily on her foot paws. But then again...she smirks I am just a young 'un. (NT) -- Aya Seren, 14:24:42 09/03/01 Mon eyes Aya, figuring that she herself is younger than the squirrel, and that it's therefore odd that she can drink but the other female can't ...eh.. (NT) -- Cateye, 17:59:42 09/03/01 Mon Winks at Aya, and bows Thank you for the comliment, my lady! Grins at Cateye and motions towards Aya Don't worry, somebeasts just can't take a drink! Takes another swig of his own draught and laughs a rich, deep laugh Pass the cup for those who will. Oh, and Fav, I think you've got a bit of company in that tree! (NT) -- Kinnan Ulfe, 20:39:56 09/03/01 Mon Winks at Aya, and bows Thank you for the comliment, my lady! Grins at Cateye and motions towards Aya Don't worry, somebeasts just can't take a drink! Takes another swig of his own draught and laughs a rich, deep laugh Pass the cup for those who will. Oh, and Fav, I think you've got a bit of company in that tree! (NT) -- Kinnan Ulfe, 20:41:01 09/03/01 Mon Sorry for posting twice... (NT) -- K, 20:44:15 09/03/01 Mon Tobit watches the proceedings with an amused look. "Hmm, we may have two dead cats on our hands shortly..." (NT) -- Tobit, 16:39:37 09/04/01 Tue The vixen pads over to the main group and reaches for some bread to make a sandwich. She puts the fish on the bread along with some white cheese, and takes a big bite, grinning. She looks over at Rio, and motions for him to join her S'good, matey! Suddenly catches sight of Xhoa and her eyes narrow Oh... It's you. I was hopin' th'beasties would've gotten you. Takes another big bite of sandwich and chews thoughtfully Don's'pose you... nah, ne'mind. (NT) -- Aislynn, 20:34:56 09/04/01 Tue cackles, taking a swig of her own ale Practice practice, sez I! Heh heh heh. (NT) -- Cateye, 06:17:10 09/05/01 Wed fills a mug to the brim wth ale "I haven't had any alchol(sp) for about a season and half again." (NT) -- Syran, 14:29:05 09/05/01 Wed Barely flinching, he yanks the dagger out of the tree, inspects it, and tucks it inside his cloak. He swings around to match Tarriana's blazing gaze with his cold obsidian eyes An' why should I? 'Twas a fight to th' death, Lady, and one of th' beasts has to die. eyes narrow Guess ye never thought that someday it might be yer father, eh? (NT) -- Favre, 17:06:51 09/05/01 Wed Looks affronted and sticks her tongue out at Aislynn Thanks for your concern. Sniffs prissily No mud this time. It took HOURS to get out of my fur. Selects a wildberry tartlet and pours herself a glass of black cherry cordial, her choice drink (NT) -- Xhoa, 15:18:30 09/07/01 Fri Eyes flash as her dagger disappears into the squirrel's cloak Because you have left me alone and fatherless. Does that not give you the slightest bit of... anything somewhere near an emotion? Takes a steady step closer to him Though I thank you for recognizing my proper title.... Not many do. Waits for his reaction to this (NT) -- Tarriana, 15:56:18 09/06/01 Thu Contently Nope, none whatsoever. (NT) -- Favre, 18:38:05 09/06/01 Thu Aya whistles quietly and deeply to herself at Favre's response I c'n tell I'm gonna like this guy... She bites into the apple, eating it rather unlady-like So, Mr. Ulfe, a little breeze told me that there used to be an Assassin's Squad...what became of that? (NT) -- Aya Seren, 20:21:41 09/06/01 Thu Smiles at Aya Ah! So we've got an assassination prospect! Good, good. We get asked to do many jobs like that, but that is rather difficult with no assassins, wouldn't you say? Laughs softly Aye, that was Evyce's squad. Elusive and deadly. Eyes her carefully Why do you want to know? (NT) -- Kinnan Ulfe, 22:38:33 09/06/01 Thu The squirrel smiles sweetly at him, shrugging nonchalantly I was just wondering how an assassin could prove herself worthy to head a group like that, since it seems that there currently isn't one. (NT) -- Aya Seren, 14:54:46 09/07/01 Fri Nods slowly I see... Sips his wine thoughtfully, and reaches for some bread and cheese We may have something for you to do... We get quite a bit of assassination jobs requested... We just might have some work for you to do. Nods again Yes, we just might be able to work something out... I am not inclined to re-open the squad yet, but the leaders will certainly discuss it. (NT) -- Kinnan Ulfe, 12:27:03 09/09/01 Sun Aya smiles sweetly yet again, taking a slight bow. Thank you, Mr. Ulfe, for taking it into consideration. She begins to walk away, and notices a big hunk of cheese on the table. After a second of self-debate, she breaks off a piece and turns her head back to Kinnan. Very much. She supresses a very uncharacteristic giggle as she wanders back to the tree line, looking for a decent tree to scale. (NT) -- Aya Seren, 19:25:11 09/12/01 Wed *Eyes Aya for yet longer, sniggering to herself at the sweet smiles and giggles heh..heh heh... (NT) -- Cateye, 16:45:38 09/13/01 Thu Green eyes flicker idly as a wolven form appears -- Tejiva Pawthorn, 18:18:39 09/13/01 Thu His eyes flick momentarily from Aya to Cateye, a hint of amusment playing there. Then his eyes rest on the green eyes at the edge of the group. He addresses the form with his usual bass rumble Ah, so good of you to join us. Motions about him Please sit, have a drink or food. And introduce yourself so we will all know you and you will not have your throat slit in the night. There is a smile playing about his lips as he takes another mouthful of his strong red wine (NT) -- Kinnan Ulfe, 08:37:22 09/14/01 Fri She turns away from the squirrel and after a low grunt of slight annoyance walks back over to the table and sits. She takes a sip of wine and nods in approval of the taste before speaking "My name is Tejiva Pawthorn. I'm a new member o the QMP. I fight well and usually dont let my throat find itself in a predicament where it could be cut." She smirks slightly but chuckles to show that she meant no disrespect to the older and obviously more experienced warrior who had beckoned her over. (NT) -- Tejiva Pawthorn, 19:59:00 09/14/01 Fri pulls a face at the obvious and disgusting flattery demnstrated before him (NT) -- Syran, 13:19:33 09/19/01 Wed (NT) -- ., 15:44:31 09/19/01 Wed Leans forward, his face smiling but his eyes cold and deadly Usually is not enough.... Suddenly his eyes soften in laughter, and his normal cheerful expression returns. He indicates the wine glass in her paw and winks You like wine, Tejiva? Would you care for something to go with it? (NT) -- Kinnan Ulfe, 09:38:20 09/16/01 Sun Tobit watches the exchange with a look of amusement. "Hmm, I'm rather glad I joined up here...." (NT) -- Tobit, 19:15:33 09/16/01 Sun She turns slightly in her seat, her eyes merely daring Syran to say anything. Then turning back to Kinnan she chuckles slightly, "Wine is alright in small amounts." She then pauses for a moment, considering his offer, but shakes her head and declines, "In case something should happen within my first days of staying here, I'd prefer not to have my fight weighed down by the food of a large feast." she indicates the rather large amount of food on the table* "However, I thankyou for the offer." (NT) -- Tejiva, 19:05:42 09/19/01 Wed Gets to his feet "Well it was rather disgusting. You've put me off my food for the next week at least! Though that really isn't that hard to manage" (NT) -- Syran, 13:10:05 10/19/01 Fri (NT) -- ., 19:07:20 09/19/01 Wed Bows and smiles Probably a wise move on your part. But I always recommend filling your belly while there is food to be had. The next job might not pay so well, you know... Eyes the spread before the company and sighs Tis the only trouble being a mercenary. You're never sure when and where your next meal is coming... Shrugs and takes another draught of wine But that is the way of it, no? And I wouldn't change it if I could! Laughs a deep, rolling laugh (NT) -- Kinnan Ulfe, 19:48:49 09/27/01 Thu slightly laughs to herself, flicking her tail, knowing she doesn't know where her next meal's coming from anyway (NT) -- Cateye, 18:55:12 09/28/01 Fri Oi boss! Rio cups his paws around his mouth and calls loudly to Kinnan Is an old employ welcome or is this strictly members only. Winking at Aislynn he makes his way closer to the huge wolf. The vole looks tiny compared to him but his cheeky grin doesn't fade (NT) -- Rio, 00:35:56 10/02/01 Tue Winks at Rio and motions him over to her I'm sure you c'n fit over here! C'mon, have a drink! Reaches for a glass and takes another bite of sandwich (NT) -- Aislynn, 15:34:12 10/02/01 Tue test -- ..., 18:41:40 11/04/01 Sun

Subject: OOC: Ok I'm moving the argument up here, you know so that those that were participating don't have to scroll down... Chuckles
Author: Rio [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 06:42:46 12/13/01 Thu ... Eh? Holds a paw up to his ear in surprise Y'mean we're fightin' wit one o' our own? Dissention (sp?) in the ranks ole chappesses. Grins rafishly (so I learnt a knew word, so what?) at the others But what's this 'bout my job as an 'quatic chap, I'll 'ave you know we're the best at more things than you 'ssassins
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Glares at her friend, paws akimbo Wot do y'mean by that, y'hogwallopin' vole? Bristles I'll 'ave you know that assassins c'n beat any ol' simmers at anythin' they choose! We just 'appen to be above certain things you ain't got th'pride to not sink into doin'! Arches her eyebrows, the confusing statement making perfect sense to her (NT) -- Aislynn, 13:39:34 12/14/01 Fri Matches Aislinn's angered stance perfectly, although there is a slight growl in his voice as he speaks Oh aye? Tis that so? Well m'girlie that's where you're wrong Taking a step towards the vixen he stands with his paws on his hips, almost nose-to-nose but not quite touching I'll 'ave you know tha' t'us swimmers there ain't no such thing as pride. Get's in t'way too much. His voice drops even lower into a deep growl as he continues 'owever, fer yer 'formation at least swimmers can do open battle wit there enemies 'stead of stickin' 'em in th'back. (NT) -- Rio, 06:07:17 12/16/01 Sun She rises and stands beside Aislynn. "Aye, but only stickin' them in the back is where you've got us assassins wrong. We stick 'em in the front too." She half-grins, her own horrible attempt at a joke amusing her (NT) -- Tejiva, 16:11:42 12/17/01 Mon OOC: Boss wants us, so this argument is gonna have to be put on hold for a little while. K people? (NT) -- Rio, 22:32:24 12/25/01 Tue

Subject: Grumbling, Favre stands up from his position of dozing against the tree and shouts
Author: Favre [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 09:55:57 12/22/01 Sat All right now, enough o' this idle chitchat! S'making ye all soft as dibbuns. I want t'see all of my spies at the Training Clearing before the sun reaches its zenith. it's nearly noon now So git yer arses into gear! He lopes off through the trees to the training clearing

Subject: Looks up from 'talking' to Aislinn and Tejiva at the surrounding camp in surprise. As far as he can tell it's completely deserted, not a soul to be seen anywhere. Cor girls, noaw where 'as dis lot got ta? It's as blimmin dead as a col' fish 'round 'ere at t'moment it is
Author: Rio [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 00:10:11 12/04/01 Tue
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*is here* (NT) -- Fray Blackwood, 20:45:47 12/04/01 Tue Spots Fray and nods quietly to himself before going back to his argument... At least we've not all got up and dissapeared like (NT) -- Rio, 23:27:58 12/04/01 Tue I'm here, too. (NT) -- Kinnan Ulfe, 11:26:59 12/05/01 Wed Is here too, but a lil ways off.. (NT) -- Vulpinyah, 21:03:19 12/07/01 Fri OOC: Hmm, that's still not many people here is it? (NT) -- Rio, 02:24:10 12/09/01 Sun OOC: I'm here...sorry, been incredibly busy what with the show and all. IC: The squirrel lounges against a tree boredly, raises one eyebrow at Kinnan (NT) -- Favre, 12:48:26 12/09/01 Sun Raises an eyebrow back at the squirrel What's on your mind, Fav ol' chum? Sighs deeply I do miss th'old days... Methinks we need to go fond ourselves a bit of business. And you know..we could always create our own business... Laughs quietly, eyes dancing (NT) -- Kinnan, 22:52:00 12/09/01 Sun Shrugs I'm bored. Les' go send angry messages to two club leaders signed by the other. His deadpan expression doesn't let on whether he's kidding or not (NT) -- Favre, 17:15:56 12/10/01 Mon grins Sounds good to me! (NT) -- Fray Blackwood, 17:22:43 12/10/01 Mon back finally...possessed and evil school projects called...anyway... (NT) -- Cateye, 19:42:45 12/10/01 Mon

Subject: Stares at Kinnan strangely over his 'not without a squad' comment. He was still thinking it over as he made his way towards one of the larger tents. Not long after he ducks out with a piece of paper which he hangs up on the pole. Argue-ers welcome. Come and watch or join in against the Raving Rio and Aislinn the Articulate Satisfied with it he hurries back inside muttering to himself Quickly now folks, nearly time t'start.
Author: Rio [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 23:37:35 10/21/01 Sun
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Stands quietly next to Rio, a smile playing about her lips, waiting to see if there are any takers This'll be fun! She laughs and reaches for another glass of ale (NT) -- Aislynn, 11:06:12 10/29/01 Mon She pauses, she aught to stay with the other group and learn to use a new weapon... but the sign amused her and she couldn't help herself. She ducks into the tent and looks at the 'opponents' "Up for a bit of arguing? " (NT) -- Tejiva Thornpaw, 15:16:11 10/29/01 Mon Nods in agreement with Aislinn and retrieves his flask from an inside pocket. Pouring himself a drink he grins Alaays a good thin' a bit o' drink before arguin'. Eyes Tejiva as she comes in. A vague look passes his face and he looks ready to retreat. Giving himself a shake he walks over to greet her 'Ello girlie, th'names Rio, Rio Fawnback. I certainly 'ope yer feelin' up t'this (NT) -- Rio, 00:26:07 10/30/01 Tue Nods to Tejiva and grins M'name's Aislynn Shackle. Do you have a partner, or do y'wanna go by yoreself? We're ready when you are! (NT) -- Aislynn, 08:35:52 11/01/01 Thu (NT) -- ..., 12:49:35 11/01/01 Thu She grins as well "I'll be arguing by m'self. That is, unless some other beast wishes to join me." The she-wolf chuckles "Shall we wait for another or would you like to start arguing now?" (NT) -- Tejiva, 18:16:42 11/01/01 Thu OOC: This doesn't seem to be too active of a place right now, so let's stick with just the 3 of us. BIC: The vixen clears her throat, places her paws on her hips, and lowers her eyelids to peer at Tejiva Rio? I'm ready when you are! (NT) -- Aislynn, 07:44:48 11/03/01 Sat (OOC: I have to agree with you on that, but activity isn't so important as is the quality of the writing. laughs Or so my joining e-mail said. chuckles I tend to quote things.) Leaning back in her chair the she-wolf eyes the newcomer. Grinning she starts up an argument. "So... how do you two feel about some of the newcomers to the QMP?" (NT) -- Tejiva, 14:56:26 11/11/01 Sun The very tip of his tongue potrudes from the corner of his mouth as he stares around T'me Tejiva they're all newcomers, every last one of ye. Noaw I don't be likin' none of ye much, 'scept me matey Aislinn.... The young vole winks roguishly (sp?) at the she-wolf None of t'others reach m'standards ye see? (NT) -- Rio, 23:19:41 11/12/01 Mon Nods to Rio Quite right, quite right. None of 'em are any good an anythin', th'pack o'slobberin', mangey rouges (sp?). Rolls her eyes I'd bet that not a one of'em could stand an'face a real foe! (NT) -- Aislynn, 18:28:07 11/13/01 Tue She raises a brow and grins "Is that so? Tis a shame... some of you older recruits insulting us new'beasts... She grins "But of course we must consider what one of you might consider a foe... A worm? Or maybe even one of those dreaded bushes I've heard about. No, I must agree with you, no beast could stand up to the likes of those..." (NT) -- Tejiva, 12:13:33 11/15/01 Thu Oh really? I think we need t'speak with ole Astriana 'bout this'n Aislinn. Shakes his head in sadness How she can let somebeast like this'n 'oo thinks trees are foes I dinna know. (NT) -- Rio, 21:02:12 11/15/01 Thu Nods, a look of pity written on her face Aye, tis so sad. We really must speak with one o'th'leaders about this! Imagine, beasts thinkin' they 'ave t'be afeared of a worm! Giggles softly Silly beast! (NT) -- Aislynn, 09:48:28 11/16/01 Fri She can't help but laugh with them "Oi, I've gotten myself into a fine mess haven't I...challenging you two experienced verbal fighters to an arguing match." She rubs her head with her paw "My arguing skills are a tad rusty I'm afraid... " Her eyes sparkle with amusement "So, either one of you wish to start the next topic of argument?" (NT) -- Tejiva, 13:39:00 11/16/01 Fri Smiles sadly and pats the she-wolf comfortingly on the back Neva y'worry yerself 'bout that anymore m'dear. It's just t'jitters, you'll git bettah and bettah mark m'words. Taking a skull (sp?) of his drink Rio hurriedly thinks of a new topic of argument Now we's get controversial 'ere although it'll be difficult if'n we're all in t'same one. . . Thinks again for a moment then shrugs Tis too bad if'n we are, now which squad tis the best do ye say Tejiva? Score: 1 Rio and Aislinn, 0 Tejiva (Somebeast wish to join Tejiva please?) (NT) -- Rio, 20:31:57 11/19/01 Mon Giggles and cuffs Rio on the shoulder Silly! Tejiva's in our squad! But we c'n argue anyway, seein' as 'ow yore from th'aquatic squad an'I'm an assassin! Giggles again (NT) -- Aislynn, 08:52:00 11/20/01 Tue Eh? Holds a paw up to his ear in surprise Y'mean we're fightin' wit one o' our own? Dissention (sp?) in the ranks ole chappesses. Grins rafishly (so I learnt a knew word, so what?) at the others But what's this 'bout my job as an 'quatic chap, I'll 'ave you know we're the best at more things than you 'ssassins (NT) -- Rio, 21:49:46 11/29/01 Thu

Subject: A vixen stands..
Author: Vulpinyah [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 00:46:36 11/12/01 Mon An arctic vixen stands off to the side, watching everyone from under the hood of her burnoose, arms crossed under it [the burnoose]. A staff is strapped to a cross-belt, leather, buckled across her back. Has wrist-blades on, but they cannot be seen. Is quite small with the fur white to match the coming winter. Face is hidden under the hood of the burnoose, but her posture is straight and she seems to be sure of herself. She just watching quietly, her eyes wondering over each and ever beast and seeing what they are doing.
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The chestnut fox strolls over, one paw thrust in a pocket, the other twirling a length of binding tape. He leans against a tree nearby, sizing the newcomer up. His twirling paw strays closer to the mace slung at his belt as he flashes his teeth at her in his usual snarl-smile And who might you be? (NT) -- Tatanshan, 16:17:00 11/13/01 Tue *glances over briefly, but sees that Tatanshan has things under control. Smiles in slight amusement, then turns back to his spar* (NT) -- Fray Blackwood, 20:10:13 11/13/01 Tue Re: The vixen looks at Tatanshan. She smiles slightly, a slightly crooked, dangerous, yet care-free smile, blue-violet eyes settled steadily on Tatanshan. Vulpunyah is my name. A new recruit. (NT) -- Vulpinyah , 21:08:16 11/13/01 Tue Vulpinyah! Argh.. And I just noticed it now... (NT) -- Vulp OOC, 22:45:26 11/20/01 Tue*

Subject: The bushes rustle and a figure steps into the clearing
Author: Sheenla Dantesse [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 13:10:13 11/07/01 Wed It is a vixen, a young one of about twenty-three years. She is quite attractive, with fur the color of fiery gold, and wearing a tunic and breeches that wouldn't exactly be described as modest. However, they hang loosely on a thin frame, as if she weren't quite so skinny when they were made. But her jade-green eyes glint with a proud, even arrogant, fire, and she is armed to the teeth with a compact bow and a quiver strapped to her back, a rapier belted to her side, and daggers everywhere. She tosses her hair casually over her shoulder, eyeing the camp narrowly. So. I assume this is the Quanshaire Mercenary Patrol.
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A tall, chestnut-brown fox wearing loose camouflage-style clothes strides over from the boxing ring twirling some binding tape in one of his paws. He looks the newcomer over, and briefly flashes his teeth at her in what might have almost been a smile. Aye, tis. He slouches in a manner that seems casual, but the way his paw strays towards the mace at his belt surely isn't. He raises an eyebrow Care to introduce yourself? (NT) -- Tatanshan, 16:22:27 11/07/01 Wed A brawny wolf in a tight leather jerkin strides over to stand beside Tatanshan, eyeing the she-wolf. He runs a finger over the hilt of the broadsword slung at his back, and arches an eyebrow at her. His warm, dark eyes are sparkling, but his face appears to be set Aye, who are you, missy? (NT) -- Kinnan Ulfe, 17:41:27 11/07/01 Wed Eyes them and tosses her head a bit arrogantly Sheenla Dantesse. Freelance mercenary and assassin. She says this next thing grudgingly Not many jobs for freelancers anymore though. mutters under her breath Curse him... folds her arms and looks up at Kinnan and Tatan Who're you? -- Sheenla, 18:20:15 11/07/01 Wed The massive wolf crosses his arms and gives the vixen a long, hard look. Finally he nods My name is Kinnan Ulfe. I am the Weapons Master and one of the leaders here. (OOC: We need an "official" name besides "leaders" y'know....) He bows regally You should know we do not take beasts on easily. You must prove yourself worthy. OOC: If you're interested in joining, go fill out one of our forms. (NT) -- Kinnan Ulfe, 12:36:24 11/08/01 Thu Cocks his head to the side, and gazes at the vixen intently. For a fleeting moment he seems to be lost in thought, his eyes slightly glazed. He snaps out of it with a brisk shake, looking a little unsettled I am Tatanshan, also a leader here. Glances briefly at Kinnan, and chuckles softly Acceptance here must be won.. the hard way. You better not be expecting the usual soft ways of recruitment, as many organisations have these days. He shakes his head in disgust (NT) -- Tatanshan, 01:06:37 11/09/01 Fri The vixen smirks a little If this were a soft place, I wouldn't even be considering joining. As for that...I don't think it will be a problem. With a sweetly sardonic grin she pivots and walks in the direction of the recruitment tent (NT) -- Sheenla, 14:07:43 11/09/01 Fri *grins slightly, watching the vixen leave* (NT) -- Fray Blackwood, 21:18:37 11/11/01 Sun

Subject: Dueling and Swordplay Contest!
Author: Kinnan Ulfe [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 09:13:59 10/21/01 Sun He watches Favre from the limb of a tree above his dueling ring. The ring is to the left of the main clearing and ringed by trees. The wolf drops nimbly from his perch and lands in the middle of the ring. His rough, white paws tighten the rope once more. Finally he looks up and speaks in hi usual deep rumble All swordsbeasts over here! If you need to borrow a blade and have not yet, please let me know. I can arrange for anybeast to use one of mine. His sharp teeth flash in a smile And I will also be onhand to make any repairs that are necessary. We're going by the traditional rules: Five hits on your opponant and you win the round. Line up and I'll make the first pairing!
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Swaggers over ...eh, I need a scimitar. Ter borrow.. -- Cateye, 14:05:23 10/21/01 Sun Eyes her closely, then disappears for a moment into his tent, emerging with a short scimitar engraved with holly and ivy intertwined along the blade This is Larieldha. It belonged to my sister many years ago... weild it well. (NT) -- Kinnan Ulfe, 15:24:42 10/22/01 Mon ending font and bold.... (NT) -- K, 12:35:48 10/23/01 Tue Larieldha...et's a purty name ter be sure, an' a purtier blade...gives it a few test passes I likes et..nods thank ye, I'll return et un'armed -- Cateye, 19:43:04 10/22/01 Mon swaggers up with a broad grin I'm ready! Lessee... can we use more'n one weapon? -- Fray Blackwood, 17:32:46 10/24/01 Wed Shakes his head One blade, though you can use a dagger for blocking. Cateye, Fray. You're first. Step in, line up, and begin. (NT) -- Kinnan Ulfe, 11:08:10 10/26/01 Fri nods slightly So we c'n use one blade, but also a dagger for blockin'? slides a long, slender dagger from his belt, and holds it lightly in his left paw. His right paw already weilds a lengthy scimitar, sparingly adorned, and slightly tarnished Righto! Ready when yeh are! Takes up a defensive crouch, eyes watching Cateye carefully (NT) -- Fray Blackwood, 14:20:27 10/28/01 Sun Holds Larieldha in her left paw and flicks a dagger into her right Yeah..circles, waiting for an opening, then darts in, feinting to the left and stabbing at his gut -- Cateye, 18:22:49 10/28/01 Sun dodges to the right to avoid the feint, and is consequently sliced along the left side, though not deeply. Chops scimitar back swiftly at Cateye's outstretched bladepaw, holding dagger back defensively -- Fray Blackwood, 16:35:14 11/09/01 Fri

Subject: Boxing Competition!
Author: Tatanshan [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 23:27:00 10/22/01 Mon Chuckles softly to himself on seeing Rio's sign, and shakes his head in mock disgust. He turns, and inspects the boxing ring he has marked out. With a satisfied nod, he pulls out a length of binding tape and a knife from one of his pockets, and proceeds to cut it into strips. Once he is finished, he addresses the camp A'ight, who's going to be first to box, hmm..? Come 'n' get your paws binded. You don't punch below the waist, and the fight ends on a knock-out or a surrender. Everybeast happy? He leans on a nearby tree, running the binding tape absently through his paws, surveying the other preperations.
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Catches Favre's look and while his back is turned pokes his tongue out rudely. Chuckling softly to himself he turns back to glare at everybeast Come on buckoes, join t'competion below alreaady (NT) -- Rio, 22:33:36 10/24/01 Wed *glances over at the boxing competition anxiously, wondering if the sparring will get going soon enough so that he can get a chance at the boxing* (NT) -- Fray Blackwood, 18:26:07 10/25/01 Thu Hmm.. Not many beats here. Lifts a paw up to cover his mouth as he yawns. Blinks, and then glances around the clearing with a toothy grin P'raps ye're all scared! Chuckles, and runs a paw through his head-fur, spinning the waiting binding tape with the other (NT) -- Tatanshan, 16:14:40 11/07/01 Wed

Subject: Leaps suddenly to a low tree branch and clears his throat
Author: Kinnan Ulfe [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 08:10:49 10/12/01 Fri OOC: We actually had 3 people all suggest the same thing, and since we liked it so much, we're going to go ahead with... BIC: I am pleased to announce the Quanshaire Memorial Tournament of Champions! We are holding a series of competitions for all who wish to enter in honor of our late commander, Quanshaire. Bows his massive head for a moment, then looks up again, a glint of excitement in his dark brown eyes I will first announce the competitions, and then the rules. You may compete in: 1. Archery 2. Climbing 3. Swimming 4. Swordplay and dueling 5. Lying (i.e. who can tell the biggest fib) 6. Ground Jousting with Staves 7. Wrestling 8. Boxing 9. Cammoflauge 10. Disguising The rules are as follows: 1. You may participate in any event, under the appropriate section. Some events (climbing, swimming) have different sections for beasts who swim or climb naturally, and for those who have acquired the skill elsewhere. 2. You may participate in as many events as you like (OOC: as long as you are not swimming across the river and shooting an arrow at the target at the same time. If you are in two competitons taking place at the same time, finish one first and then take your turn at the other) 3. (BIC) No sabatauging others attempts. We are mercenaries, not heathens, and we have some dignity and class, so play fair. 4. (OOC) As usual, no auto-ing during things like sword fights and duels, as well as all the other usual rules of ROC RPing. (BIC) The events will be judged by the leaders, and each event will be led by one of the leaders according to what they specialize in. The first events will be Climbing, led by Astirana; Archery, led by Favre; Boxing, led by Tatanshan; and Dueling, led by yours truly. Let the Tournament begin!
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The black squirrel clears his throat, speaking in his gravelly voice Right, any archers who think they're worth they're salt put yer name in wi' me. (OOC: I'll start a seperate archery thread shortly, but I wanted to leave Kinnan's post up at the top for a while longer.) -- Favre, 09:21:12 10/12/01 Fri The black squirrel clears his throat, speaking in his gravelly voice Right, any archers who think they're worth they're salt put yer name in wi' me. (OOC: I'll start a seperate archery thread shortly, but I wanted to leave Kinnan's post up at the top for a while longer.) -- Favre, 09:21:20 10/12/01 Fri The black squirrel clears his throat, speaking in his gravelly voice Right, any archers who think they're worth they're salt put yer name in wi' me. (OOC: I'll start a seperate archery thread shortly, but I wanted to leave Kinnan's post up at the top for a while longer.) -- Favre, 09:21:22 10/12/01 Fri (OOC: Ugh, please excuse the triple post. I was afraid of that.) -- Favre, 10:23:02 10/13/01 Sat Archery's mine! -- Tangur, 17:12:36 10/14/01 Sun Huh..i'll join duelin' an' lyin'...is still all puffed up and special feeling -- Cateye, 14:05:59 10/12/01 Fri grins broadly, pausing momentarily to consider what events to join Archery, climbin'... swordplay, t'be sure! Ground Jousting, Boxing, and Disguising! chuckles slightly There ain't a limit to the number o' events we can do, is there? -- Fray Blackwood, 16:41:19 10/13/01 Sat A rustling in the branches of an elm tree is quickly followed by Tatanshan dropping lightly out of the foliage. He dusts a few pieces of bark off his clothes, and cocks an eyebrow So who's up for boxing? (NT) -- Tatanshan, 23:40:30 10/13/01 Sat Grins good-naturedly at Tatanshan So, you've decided to join us, Tanny? Winks and cuffs the fox on the shoulder before addressing the rest of the mercs All swordbeasts gather up over here! Grins at Fray No, there's no limit, just make sure you're not trying to shoot an arrow and climb up a tree at the same time. Might make you lose at both that way! Laughs and drains his mug (NT) -- Kinnan Ulfe, 11:52:49 10/15/01 Mon Aya drops down from a tree near-by, an exhausted look in her eyes, but it's easy to tell that she's ready for anything. Wow, am I tired...I think I could go for some good-natured dueling about now. And some wrestling too...she grins at KinnanHey, just because I'm small doesn't mean I can't wrestle with the biggest of them! (NT) -- Aya Seren, 15:33:10 10/15/01 Mon The she-wolf heads over to the Dueling competition. "I need some practice I suppose..." She grins broadly then smirks "However, if this competition is reserved for those of you who carry a sword... I'm afraid I'll have to count myself out." She laughs to herself while awaiting an answer. (NT) -- Tejiva Pawthorn, 18:55:09 10/15/01 Mon Stands near Kinnan, half expecting to be told she's 'too young' to participate. 'ey..I dun' 'ave ter carry a normal sword, do I? Lowers her brows -- Cateye, 06:17:28 10/16/01 Tue Laughs Of course you don't have to carry a "normal" sword! What do you normally duel with? If you need to borrow a blade, I've got plenty to spare! (NT) -- Kinnan Ulfe, 09:07:56 10/16/01 Tue Huh, good...us'ly, me sickle, er me scimitar, then me hatchet an' daggers...don' got alla me daggers or me scimitar 'ere though. A vixen kin on'y carry so much, wot wit' packs an' tents an' s'plies (NT) -- Cateye, 14:30:32 10/16/01 Tue Glances in Aislinn's direction and beckons the vixen over. He's jumping from one foot to the other lightly and something seems to be eating him up as he grins foolishly. As he waits for her to come he yells over loudly to both her and Kinnan How 'bouts we 'ave teams fer a arguing competition? Wot wit me an' 'girl' in a team we'd sure as t'sky is blue knock t'socks off t'opposition. What yer's say? Ais, you wanna do that? Turns to face Kinnan and starts 'bouncing' again I'm still a Quansharian boss, jus' sorta widout a group (NT) -- Rio - the fidgety one, 00:02:47 10/17/01 Wed Leaps to Rio's side Whatta great idea! We'd be sure t'win! Oh, Kinnan, c'n we please? Looks as fidgety as Rio, and just as excited. Suddenly looks longways at the vole Y'mean you're with us? I thought you wanted t'be on yore own! (NT) -- Aislynn, 07:43:44 10/18/01 Thu Nods at Cateye Good, good. I would have to say that a scimitar would be a bit more appropriate than a sickle for this sort of contest. Would you care to borrow one? I'm sure I can find one very close to the size and weight of your own. Winks Just t'make it a bit more fair to those who carry light swords and such! His eyes rest upon Rio and Aislynn I don't see why we can't have an arguing contest. The two of you seem to be quite good at arguing between yourselves without the need of somebeast else, but if you can find an opponant, have at it! Glances at Favre, Astri, and Tatan And you're a lot less without a squad than you think, Rio. Stick with Aislynn. (NT) -- Kinnan Ulfe, 07:49:25 10/18/01 Thu Grins ferally A'ight, I'll borrow one..heh...heh heh.. (NT) -- Cateye, 12:28:58 10/18/01 Thu Grins at Kinnan An arguing contest does sound interesting. Coughs Hmm.. P'raps we should start getting ready. Fishes into one of the many pockets on his flak-jacket, and pulls out a long piece of rope. He begins to mark out a boxing ring, banging wooden pegs in with his massive obsidian-spiked mace. (NT) -- Tatanshan, 21:21:22 10/18/01 Thu Grins back at Tatan Let me have some of that rope, if you don't mind! Takes a bit of rope from Tatan and goes to a ring of trees. He wraps the rope around the trees to make a fencing area Branches serve as seats, leaves as a padding... Every participant must bring a stick for me to notch when you get hit. I score by traditional, old-style rules. Swordbeasts, gather up! My tent is right there for all that need to borrow blades! Points to the massive tent that houses his equipment OOC: I'll start a new thread next time I post... If everyone else will do the same for their competitions, then we can get going! (NT) -- Kinnan Ulfe, 09:34:33 10/19/01 Fri

Subject: Yawns
Author: Kinnan Ulfe [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 14:42:54 09/21/01 Fri He drains his cup and glances towards Favre and Astriana I think we've about finished... What's next? I don't think we have a new job yet... Thinks for a moment OOC: I'm up for suggestions, is Astri and Fav are... What do we want to do? We need an organized RP... not a quest, per se, but something until we get hired again... What say ye, mercs?
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Settles himself down next to Aislynn and downs himself an ale before opening his pack and pulling out a tarnished bottle and stands it on the table between them. Reaching for the rose cordial he halfs fills his mug with it then pours some of the contents of his flask in with the cordial, the amber liquid smells faintly of a strange sweet smell. Now me girl, this is th'stuff us waterbeasts are made of. Care for a swig? (NT) -- Rio, 05:40:19 10/05/01 Fri Sniffs the mug tenatively and eyes it Hmm... Wot's th'dark stuff? Doesn't wait for an answer, but takes a sip. She grins, and takes a proper gulp before handing it back, licking her lips S'good! Very good! What is it? Sniffs again, this time in the direction of the laden table An'is that an 'ot cassarole I smell? Or a pie or somethin'? I'd love a bit of something warm in my stomach! (NT) -- Aislynn, 10:39:31 10/05/01 Fri "When food just appears there is usually everything one would want" (OOC: I'm sorry I haven't been around for awhile. The {expletive here} computer kept locking up) (NT) -- Syran, 13:43:33 10/08/01 Mon Smiles at Aislynn's reaction and downs the last of the drink. Smacking his lips loudly he wipes a paw across his mouth Aaah that 'it th'spot. It's jus' a drink tha' an ole matey used t'make. Don't 'ave a name but it's made out 'o the roots of an oak. Deliciously warming ain't it? Looks in the direction of the table, his smile every increasing. I don't know abou' you bu' I can smell a mushroom flan, cor that's good tucker that. Makes a running dive for it Beat you back! (NT) -- Rio, 01:18:25 10/09/01 Tue Nods to Syran OOC: Welcome back! BIC: Aye, there's plenny o'everything! Watches Rio dive for the flan, letting him win. She laughs and picks up a honeyed scone, aiming it at his head. As he turns, she flicks her wrist, sending the scone careening towards his face 'Ow's that, matey? (NT) -- Aislynn, 10:15:57 10/09/01 Tue Licks the crumbs off his face and contemplates the taste thoughtfully. Nodding he picks up another scone and hurls it at the vixen. A cheeky grin creases his face I think it tastes nice, you like it too? (NT) -- Rio, 00:43:40 10/15/01 Mon

Subject: Looks from Aislynn's paw in his own up to her face. Somebeast t'call matey agin? How does that work? With a slight chuckle and his good eye twinkling he adds Girl His new pet name for the vixen evidently amuses him, after using it as an insult for so long. Still he keeps a wary eye on her reaction
Author: Rio [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 05:38:06 08/30/01 Thu
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Grins at him, raises an eyebrow and cuffs him on the shoulder. It is gentle, almost playful, and her voice is friendlier than it has been in a long time Dunno 'ow it works, just does. Y'see, iffen I'm yore matey, an'you git inna fight, then you've got me t'stick up fer ya. Works t'other way 'round, too, y'know. An'you've always got somebeast t'drink with, an'to travel with, an't'talk with. See? Peers at hi8m for a moment with her inquisitive green eyes Iffen ya don'mind me askin', 'ow'd you come by yore name? And 'ow did ya end up with this lot in th'furst place? (NT) -- Aislynn, 08:52:18 08/30/01 Thu Looks a little abashed at the vixen's words but manages a smile. Ere now girl that's nice of ye t'say, it is. I love travellin' neva done it wit no one else bu' ole Casey. His dark brown eyes glaze over for a minute and something passes over his face. A sort of fear mixed with joy. Shaking himself he returns Aislynn's friendly cuff and winks with is one good eye Naw I don' mind ye askin'. Git it a lot fer sure, not much t'tell really. I did 'ave me a real name once but some o' me ole mateys started callin' me that so it sorta stuck. As t'how I come by this lot it were wit Casey me boss. Neva 'ave answered for any other and pro'bly won't fer a long time. OOC: Yech sooo sorry I haven't been on, so much stuff has been going on (NT) -- Rio, 00:30:05 10/02/01 Tue

Subject: looks around hmm..
Author: Frostheart [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 16:14:51 08/26/01 Sun sighs and shakes his head I wish someone would tell me what is going on because im lost. shrugs Oh well..what are my orders then since im not informed?
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Grins at Frostheart Well, since this place has obviously been watched, I'd say we regroup and move again.... but wait for the officers to discuss. In the meantime, break out the rations, everyone. I think we deserve a bit of a victory feast. (NT) -- Kinnan Ulfe, 12:50:04 08/28/01 Tue grumbles, sheathing his blade Ach, what about those of us who fought, but our opponents seem to 'ave fled? spits contempuously Shall we wait for 'em, or go ahead an' join the feast, sir? (NT) -- Fray Blackwood, 14:55:11 08/28/01 Tue I will negotiate with Tarriana, you join the feast. I do not think we wilol be further bothered by these... creatures. Glances at the sobbing wildcat. His face s nearly expressionless, but there is a trace of pity in his eyes (NT) -- Kinnan, 15:39:16 08/28/01 Tue Wipes his blade clean, looking somewhat disappointed, but salutes briskly Aye, sir. trots off to join the feast (NT) -- Fray Blackwood, 18:43:01 08/29/01 Wed

Subject: OOC...
Author: Fray Blackwood [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 15:03:50 08/28/01 Tue I dunno if the leaders already know this, but the trading board, as well as the Ranks page, seem to not be working... I know you guys are busy, but I just wanted to let ya know, in case you didn't. Thanks!
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OOC: Thanks for letting us know about the ranks page. We were aware of the trading board, but not that... I suppose it did not make the move. Neither did the Officer Squad page for that matter... We will fix it as soon as we can, I assure you. (NT) -- Kinnan Ulfe, 15:40:57 08/28/01 Tue OOC: Thanks! (NT) -- Fray Blackwood, 18:40:46 08/29/01 Wed

Subject: Finally, on the computer. An' Yay I finally made it.
Author: Tangur [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 10:36:06 08/29/01 Wed
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Claps him on the back and grins Congradulations, Tangur! (NT) -- Kinnan Ulfe, 11:26:13 08/29/01 Wed

Subject: Whistles lightly as he begins to wipe any spattered blood off of his sword
Author: Favre [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 13:25:38 08/25/01 Sat He looks around as he retrieves his thrown daggers, with some satisfaction...Balfda's beheaded body, an unconscious Sabertail, a dying Grisiga, and a desperate Tarriana. He chuckles dryly, and calls to the troops. Victims, eh? Seems like they were sorely mistaken. Go 'head and finish up yer fights, but I dun think they'll be sendin' any more out. Good job, Quanshaire. a rare compliment He turns back around Oh, an' though I think it's yer done duty t' protect the patrol, Kinnan 'ere thinks that promotions are in order. Check th' lists. He returns to Grisiga's body and waits impatiently Git yer message t'yer daughter and die already, Grissy.
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Adds By the way, Tangur and Syran: both of ye are full members now. We expect ye to work as hard as all th' rest of th' members. -- Favre, 13:51:01 08/25/01 Sat Tobit wipes his sword on the ground, keeping an eye on the unconcious rat. "Thankee sir, t'was a pleasure." (NT) -- Tobit, 17:39:12 08/26/01 Sun Shudders as he draws a medallion from his tunic. It is carved with various sympols, all depicting wildcats standing head and shoulders above their foes. There is an ancient poem inscribed on the back, but before Grisiga can speak a word, he collapses and dies (NT) -- Grisiga, 18:25:41 08/26/01 Sun Screams and rushes to her father's side. She clutches his paw and the medallion, tears streaming down her face (NT) -- Tarriana, 18:26:42 08/26/01 Sun She spits on the ground nonchalantly and approaches Favre, throwing a neat salute... -- Aya Seren, 19:40:43 08/26/01 Sun salutes smartly Thank ye, sir. -- Corporal Cateye ((cracking up, finds this immensely hilarious)), 20:54:05 08/27/01 Mon Limps over to the others, a smile that is grim yet satisfied on his face Nice job. Shoots a glare at Favre, but doesn't mean any hostility An'I think they more than deserve th'promotions. Congradulations to those that won, also. Now who here can patch a wound? 'Tis not one of my strengths, and my leg is sorely hurt.... OOC: Sorry I've been gone. Had a lot of personal business IRL, but should be back on a regular basis from now on! (NT) -- Kinnan Ulfe, 12:46:06 08/28/01 Tue

Subject: ...
Author: Cateye [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 06:42:02 08/07/01 Tue The small vixen's black eyes are blazing angrily and she hisses in a voice rarely heard from an adolescant tongue I'll take on any one o'ye. I do nae care fer titles'n'such, but I be Cateye Crimsonfur! (A right sensible name I got, too!) So wot one o'ye damn dirty fool's'll come ter try me skills? growls Well, c'mon, I ain't 'ave all day!
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The rat steps forward, his eyes menacing and cold, though a grin is on his face Well, well, well....Lookie here. I'll take ya. Though I must admit, namin' a canine "Cat" ain't all that sensible! Laughs But t'each 'is own! (NT) -- Balfda, 07:28:37 08/07/01 Tue sneers An' I serpose where ye come from ye choose yer own name, aye? o'course, if'n ye wanted a real menacing one ye would. Though I cannae say "Balfda" is th'scariest name I've seen, meself. gives a short, barking laugh and crouches in a defensive position, readying her sickle and hatchet Enough banter. Ye 'ave th'first move.. -- Cateye, 07:48:37 08/07/01 Tue Holds his short sword in one paw and draws a dagger with the other En guarde! Stands on the balls of his footpaws and makes ready to spring. He sways slightly, waiting for the right moment, then suddenly leaps forward, cutting left with his sword and hloding his dagger up to defend himself (NT) -- Balfda, 08:04:36 08/07/01 Tue waits until he springs, body tensed, then dances backwards as he springs forwards, parrying his shortsword with her sickle and hacking at his groin with her hatchet (since his dagger was held -up- to defend) -- Cateye, 08:45:56 08/07/01 Tue Turns and the hatchet slices his leg. Brings the shortsword in an arch around Cateye's head, aiming for her left shoulder, while tightening the grip on his dagger in prepation to block the next blow (NT) -- Balfda, 11:57:02 08/07/01 Tue grins ferally eleven year ol' gits first blood, eh? She twists to the side, bringing her sickle up from the left (she has it in her left paw) to catch the short sword, twisting back forwards to use the momentum to push away his blade. Pulling her blade out from under his in an attempt to make him trip, she hacks at his side with the hatchet -- Cateye, 14:13:56 08/07/01 Tue Ducks under the swipe of her sickle and jerks away his shortsword, using it to parley the hatchet I s'pose you meant me, huh? Yeah, I get first blood, but you'll get th'last! Twists his sword paw as he sends an undercut at her right flank and flicks his dagger towards her face (NT) -- Balfda, 19:44:54 08/07/01 Tue We'll see, rat! ducks under his dagger, slamming her sickle down at the sword to block it, and swings her hatchet at his sword arm -- Cateye, 20:20:09 08/07/01 Tue His sword is pushed to the earth, but his arm escapes the hatchet as it is pulled down with the blade. He turns the dagger down towards her left shoulder as he brings his sword up towards her right hip (NT) -- Balfda, 13:21:00 08/08/01 Wed ((which dagger? you flicked yours at my head, so you'd have to draw another, which you didnt.)) -- Cateye ooc, 15:42:19 08/08/01 Wed OOC: Same dagger. You ducked, I brought it back down. Easy as that. (NT) -- Balfda, 20:08:40 08/08/01 Wed OOC: Waaaait. Did you htink I threw it? I meant I flicked it while still in my paw. Sorry, maybe I wasn't clear enough. (NT) -- Balfda, 20:09:54 08/08/01 Wed ((Oooooohhhh, smacks self dur. mmmk i see now ^^ bic)) yelps as the dagger goes into her shoulder, parrying his blade and kicking at his gut -- Cateye, 06:25:00 08/09/01 Thu Is allowed only a moment to grin at her yelp before having the wind knocked out of him by the kick to his gut. He takes a sharp breath and steps side-ways, taking a moment to breathe. He eyes the vixen carefully, ass if assessing her. Then he raises his sword again and resumes his stance OOC: You can take a moment to breathe while I am if you need it. (NT) -- Balfda, 12:26:56 08/09/01 Thu OOC: ACK! Sorry about that. It's "AS if assessing" not "ass if"!! Just noticed.... (NT) -- Balfda, 12:42:12 08/09/01 Thu she also steps back to take a breather, eyeing him but expressionless. As he raises his sword she too crouches in a defensive position, raising her sickle and holding her hatchet at mid height against attacks. she circles him warily. -- Cateye, 17:11:57 08/09/01 Thu Circles also, keeping his blade pointed towards hers, his muscles tense. Suddenly he springs forward, and to the left, trying to get around her back, sending a blow towards her side as he passes (NT) -- Balfda, 08:34:36 08/10/01 Fri spins and jumps back as he goes past her, getting a gash in the side. Crying out in pain, she faces him again, crouching, then suddenly runs in, slamming the hatchet at his skull and stabbing at his gut with the sickle ((ok, tomorrow i will be going away for two weeks, so..yeah...if you want to go fight someone else, please feel free ;)) -- Cateye, 21:37:19 08/10/01 Fri Ducks under the hatchet, but as he does, he recieves the full force of the sickle in his stomach. He gasps for breath, clutching his mid-section, his red tongue lolling out to one side. He stumbles towards the vixen, one paw outstretched, and then collapses in a heap, breathing heavily and curled in a tight ball OOC: How's that? Since there's no one else to fight, really. Have a good trip! (NT) -- Balfda, 08:22:57 08/11/01 Sat walks to his other side, making a point to trod on him, then turns around to look at him again. She aims a sharp kick at his head So. Rag tags are we? Well, when an ele'en year ol' wins a fight, we ain't rag tags..suddenly swings her sickle at his neck, in order to behead and kill him (NT) -- Cateye, 17:42:21 08/24/01 Fri Dies promply OOC: Sorry, I've got a creative block... You can elaborate if you want. (NT) -- Balfda, 20:35:23 08/24/01 Fri stares at the dead Balfda, head swimming. I fin'lly did et...me firs' kill...feels special (NT) -- Cateye, 23:50:57 08/24/01 Fri

Subject: OOC: BTW I don't get access to a computer very much anymore so when I write it's not often, Grins BIC:Ere naow. Don' go puttin' down me ole leader girl. Unlike the vixen his anger is showing and the corner of his mouth has developed a nervous twitch as he glares at her And iffen it was any of yer business, which it ain't, Casey and Evyce jus' didn't think it'd be a brilliant idea comin' back as the last of our force. Rio had removed his sword from his belt whilst talking and now he's weighting it up and down. Out of nowhere he suddenly jumps slightly, slamming himself to the ground. Overhead a stray arrow whizzes by and thuds into a tree trunk Jeepers, now I know why I prefer fighting on and in the water
Author: Rio [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 01:38:43 08/16/01 Thu
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Glares at him, then shakes her head I'll say what I want when I want to, got that? Rolls her eyes, but is half smiling I like you. Don' know why, but I do. Shrugs GUess it's b'cause yore so... obnoxious. Grins (NT) -- Aislynn, 09:44:55 08/21/01 Tue Shakes his head in confusion as he regards the half-smiling vixen Eh? You like Rio? Ain't no one liked Rio before. An yer right I'm obnoxious all raight an' there's no point in 'iding it. Holds out a hesitant paw, very unsure of himself We got off t' a bad start, try again... matey? (NT) -- Rio, 22:47:54 08/23/01 Thu Takes the offered paw and grasps it gently for so rough a vixen That'd be nice, Rio. Fully grins now, winking S'nice t'have a matey agin'! (NT) -- Aislynn, 20:25:50 08/24/01 Fri

Subject: **A female rat saunters in.**

Author:
Inardre
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Date Posted: 16:27:58 08/24/01 Fri

**She is quite a sight to see, the very epideme(sp) of villianous verminage. The first thing you notice about her is the thing she has for the color black. Her fur is the deepest shade of the color, and her clothes come pretty darn close. She's got an assortment of small bags (black) hanging from her belt (also black). She gazes around the battle field in shrewd observation, and a paw reaches to a hilt at her side. Out of the black sheath she draws an equally black dirk, the blade as dark as obsidian, but as hard as steel. Glancing around, she grins evilly to herself, knowing that now was the time to prove her worth to the QMP. Without a word or sound to draw the attacker's attention to herself, she draws away from the firelight, and into the shadows. ((It is night, right? If not, then she draws into the shadows of the trees.)) She crouches down, muscles tense as she waits for an attacker, a foe, to come within sight of her shrewd, mismatched eyes.

Subject: I have to say i am compleatle confused and lost here...but im with the Quanshaire by the way..OOC on vacation but back now
Author: Frostheart [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 18:49:03 08/22/01 Wed

Subject: A thin rat enters the 'area'. He carries a sling and dirk and seems unimpressive when compared to some of the bigger brutes stomping around squashing everyone. He stands back and eyes the battle carefully.
Author: Syran [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 10:10:52 08/22/01 Wed

Subject: Drawing to a close...
Author: Kinnan Ulfe [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 07:36:24 08/17/01 Fri Caught off guard by the wildcat's sudden attack, Kinnan catches the sword-blow to his chest full-force. The blade does not pierce his jerkin thanks to a chain-mail coat he wears beneath it, but he is badly bruised and breathing is painful. He lowers his broadsword and leans heavily on it. His dark eyes rove over the battles being played out around him, and his gaze rests on Favre standing over Grisiga. He looks at Tarriana with a sudden pity and speaks, though with slight difficulty My fight with you is through, Tarriana. Your father calls you. He has need of you. If it be your fate to become the leader of this rag-tag group you have had the cheek to attack us with, I would urge you to think very hard about what path you will all take. Sighs and coughs A good leader knows when it is time to withdraw. Half of your beasts have fallen, and the others soon will. Do you want to be the only one left alive? Glances towards Astri, hoping she will dispatch the weasel soon so she can attend to his wound
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Looks up at the wolf and winces. He slups against a tree, waiting for his daughter to approach Tarri... Tarri, come to me.... He sighs and his eyes close. He breath is coming in short gasps, and he is clutching his chest (NT) -- Grisiga Montaba Gherabago, 09:42:15 08/21/01 Tue

Subject: Let's make friend
Author: Rebecca [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 12:39:39 08/20/01 Mon Hi, Found this free website recently, If you wanna know more about me, click the following to register: http://www.friendplay.com/go/ref.cgi?vid=rebeccabax You can also view my photo here, http://www.friendplay.com/cgi-bin/fp/myfriendplay.cgi?ac=profile&username=rebeccabax Hope to see you there.

Subject: Ah'm defendin' in case ye were wondrin'.
Author: Tangur [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 13:57:48 08/13/01 Mon Ah'll take the 2 Oddessy ones, Scarabodis an' Chylla er whatever there called, lets jest say twins, K? Whetever, let's jest start the fightin' yer move.
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The petite vixen draws her rapier and stands by Tangur's side You're not fightin' those two alone! They look nice'n'nasty! Spits We'll go t'gether! (NT) -- Aislynn, 14:40:26 08/14/01 Tue Ah could 'andle 'em with mah new implements upon mah chu ko nu. (NT) -- Tangur, 15:07:11 08/14/01 Tue The martens' shiny black eyes rest on the pair who dare to oppose them. The stride to the other two as one beast, and speak as one Draw. They take their long, thin swords in their paws and stand, poised OOC: Do you want me to post as one or two? Which would be easier for you? (NT) -- Scylla and Charybdis, 15:10:58 08/14/01 Tue Looks sharply at Tangur I don't care whatcha been drinkin', I'm helpin' and that's it! (NT) -- Aislynn, 15:38:53 08/14/01 Tue Their tails intertwine and they smile Are you going to discuss this, or fight? Laugh, and wink at each other (NT) -- Scylla and Charybdis, 19:49:18 08/14/01 Tue Their tails intertwine and they smile Are you going to discuss this, or fight? Laugh, and wink at each other (NT) -- Scylla and Charybdis, 19:50:23 08/14/01 Tue OOC: Sorry, didn't mean to post twice... (NT) -- Twins, 19:51:29 08/14/01 Tue 'Aven't been drinkin' none, perfectly sober... -- Tangur, 11:28:56 08/15/01 Wed Suddenly the pair leaps at the two defenders, matching icy smiles on their dark faces. They raise their swords as one, Scylla upon Tangur and Charybdis upon Aislynn Fresh meat! (NT) -- Scylla and Charybdis, 15:41:41 08/15/01 Wed Meat?! Ah don't know ye but these'ns look like cannibals. -- Tangur, 21:31:09 08/17/01 Fri

Subject: Braunleg!
Author: Fray Blackwood [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 14:41:28 08/13/01 Mon uses his scimitar to divert the axe strokes, while dodging back. The blade nicks his hip, but doesn't do much more. Steps quickly to Braunleg's side, hoping to be out of axe range. Stabs scimitar deeply at just under his ribs, chain whipping from above Braunleg's head to try and slash down his face
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Draws a dagger from his side to deflect the stab to his ribs. He brings the haft of the axe up to try and catch the chain, while using the dagger to swipe at Fray's side (NT) -- Braunleg, 14:44:47 08/14/01 Tue alters the angle of his scimitar to divert the dagger swipe. Uses the longer blade to reach past the dagger and press against his ribcage. Shoves suddenly on the scimitar, hoping to pierce deeply into Braunleg's chest cavity. The end of the chain wraps around the axe haft, but Fray jerks on it quickly, hoping to either free the chain, or at least loosen Braunleg's grip, as he is only holding onto it with one paw (NT) -- Fray Blackwood, 22:29:17 08/14/01 Tue Moves his chest to one side so that the scimitar deflects off of his leather coat, tearing the top slightly. His grip on the axe is loosened slightly, but he does not lose it, instead following the movement of the chain as it tightens around the haft. The chain now captured, he can move in close, out of sword-range. He steps towards Fray, holding the axe and chain, and brings his dagger up in a swipe across Fray's neck. He hisses through clenched teeth Y'wanna bring this'n in close, do ya? Alright, we'll do it yore way! (NT) -- Braunleg, 08:15:38 08/15/01 Wed bares fangs, shifting head so that the dagger clashes across his teeth rather than his throat. Jerks his knee up suddenly at Braunleg's gut as the two are practically chest-to-chest. Throws the chain out of his paw at Braunleg's face as the weapon is useless half-wrapped around the axe haft. Aims a hefty punch at the side of Braunleg's head with his left paw, keeping right held tight onto the scimitar handle (NT) -- Fray Blackwood, 18:02:09 08/15/01 Wed The chain flies past his jowl, but does no damage. He takes the punch but shakes it off, re-sheathing his dagger to send in a flying punch of hes own. Clutching his axe tightly, he raises his spare paw for another punch** (NT) -- Braunleg, 19:52:17 08/15/01 Wed OOC: K, I'm gonna give you another chance at that move. Where did you punch at? What about the knee going for your gut? Also, a "hefty punch"? At the "side of your head"? Matey, that's the kinda blow that's meant to knock you out. I dunno, you may object to what I've said here, but I'm just tryin' to give you another chance... (NT) -- Fray Blackwood OOC, 20:55:20 08/15/01 Wed OOC: I'll admit I missed the knee at my gut. But once you try to start "knocking me out" you've hit some very touchy autoing areas. You can't tell me I'm punched out. If I so choose, I can shake it off. My responding punch was meant to send the same tpye right back at you, but because it is such a touchy subject, I retract my punch. If you want, I'll reply again. See if this suits you better...BIC: The gut check causes him to double over quickly, and Fray's punch swings wide of his head, causing little more damage than the chain. He pushes away from Fray and grasps his axe, rasing it over his head and bringing it in a wide arch around Fray's left side (NT) -- Braunleg, 07:22:23 08/17/01 Fri OOC: Actually, a punch attempting to knock you out is not an auto at all. It's simply realistic. If you would have been "dazed" or ducked, or done something realistic, I wouldn't have commented. Ah well, thanks for redoing that move. BIC: as Braunleg pushes away, Fray is sent slightly off-balance, and staggers backwards. He sees Braunleg raising the axe, and instinctively dodges to the right and forward, though is still caught a deep slice along the ribs. Jumps close to Branleg, scimitar flicking briefly at his throat, then stabbing down at his side (NT) -- Fray Blackwood, 20:36:03 08/17/01 Fri

Subject: Hey!
Author: Sabertail [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 19:46:54 08/07/01 Tue Anybeast got guts 'nough t'fight a lowly sword-rat? Sneers at the other QMP beasts Or are ya too busy watchin' yore leaders an'worryin' about them?
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A shout sounds behind him. "Oh, bugger off, ya windbag!" From a concealed location, a dirk flies through the air, straight at the rat. (NT) -- Tobit, 12:59:17 08/08/01 Wed Dives out of the way of the dirk and rolls back onto his paws Come on out an'show yerself! Fight proper-like! Scowls and fits an arrow to the small bow he carries. He sends the shaft flying into the trees from the direction the dirk appeared (NT) -- Sabertail, 13:17:24 08/08/01 Wed The voice comes back, mockingly. "Ah, ye're naught but a windbag!" A tall red squirrel steps into the clearing, broadsword drawn, an amused grin on his face. "C'mon then ye wetnosed pup!" He adopts a fighter's stance. (NT) -- Tobit, 18:09:23 08/08/01 Wed I'm a windbag? Lookit you, y'snot-nosed brush-tail! Slings his bow back over his shoulder and draws a long saber. He assumes a defensive position, and steps forward 'Ave at it, blot-face! (NT) -- Sabertail, 20:16:16 08/08/01 Wed Tobit stands poised, awaiting the rat's move. (NT) -- Tobit, 15:00:21 08/09/01 Thu Grins toothily and waves his sword in Tobit's direction You ready? Doesn't wait for an answer, but takes two quick steps forward, swinging his saber towards Tobit's mid-section (NT) -- Sabertail, 15:29:37 08/09/01 Thu Tobit sweeps his sword point down, knocking the saber off course and dodging the blade. He smiles cheekily, quickly slashing upwards, across the rat's body. (NT) -- Tobit, 10:09:09 08/11/01 Sat Brings his saber down to counter the up-swing of Tobit's sword. He turns to the right, feints, and brings his blade in an arch back towards Tobit's neck and shoulder (NT) -- Sabertail, 12:27:54 08/12/01 Sun Dropping into a crouch, Tobit rolls away from the swordstroke, and immediately gets to his feet. He stands en garde, waiting for the next move. (NT) -- Tobit, 15:05:42 08/12/01 Sun Circles, laughing softly, waving his saber back and forth C'mon! Scared? (NT) -- Sabertail, 07:51:58 08/13/01 Mon Faces the rat, a wry grin on his face, sword at the ready. "Nae, just cautious." (NT) -- Tobit, 12:11:04 08/13/01 Mon Eh heh. Cautious, huh? Raises his saber and charges, bringing the blade in a wide sweep over his head and down at an angle to slice through Tobit's left shoulder and neck (NT) -- Sabertail, 14:54:12 08/14/01 Tue Tobit inverts his sword and swings it across his body, barely blocking the sabrestrike. He then quickly rights the sword, slashing in an upwards arc down the middle of the rat. (NT) -- Tobit, 20:26:07 08/14/01 Tue Catches the sword slash in the gut and keels over, clutching his stomach. He staggers for a moment, then sits down heavily against a tree, saber abandoned at his side (NT) -- Sabertail, 08:10:52 08/15/01 Wed Tobit approaches the rat and places his swordtip on the rat's throat, eyes on the lookout for anything suspicious. Panting slightly, he speaks. "Nae, why did ye coom 'ere in th' first place laddie? Ah dinnae relish fightin' lessen' ah knoo th' reason..." OOC: If you like, I'll kill you. But only if you ask, because I'm not about the wanton PKing. (NT) -- Tobit, 13:27:27 08/15/01 Wed Is trembling as he raises a paw and points at the two wildcats he entered with With them! I'm with them! Holds his stomach and looks pleadingly towards Tarriana OOC: Don't kill me, please. I'm past hurting anyone, and am really just Tarriana's servant... Her fate will decide mine. Thanks for asking! (NT) -- Sabertail, 15:32:20 08/15/01 Wed Tobit's voice drops to a low growl. "Ye dinnae answer mah question... Whit was th' plan that those two hairballs thought up? What sort of agenda d'they 'ave?" He puts slight pressure on his blade. "Hurry with yer answer..." (NT) -- Tobit, 18:02:45 08/15/01 Wed Coughs and clutches his stomach Don'know....just...came....Gasps for breath help...please....Lady Tarriana.... help......There is a tiny trickle of blood on the side of his mouth (NT) -- Sabertail, 19:45:54 08/15/01 Wed Tobit shakes his head with contempt. "That beast's not gonna 'elp ye. Or did ye not notice, 'er father is slain? Nae matey, 'tis jist you an' I." His voice is a low growl, and a glint of triumph flashes across his eyes. (NT) -- Tobit, 12:06:30 08/16/01 Thu There is a nervous tick in his left eye, and he is quivering Please... help me.... blood.. swoons and is unconcious (NT) -- Sabertail, 07:28:49 08/17/01 Fri "Hmm, 'twould probably benifit us tae keep 'im alive...." Tobit disappears into the forest, returning soon with a couple pawfuls of mud. He slathers it on the horderat's stomach, binding it, and the beast's hands and feet, with a few strips of cloth. (NT) -- Tobit, 08:10:00 08/17/01 Fri

Subject: The familiar tiny squirrel walks in, looks around and sighs
Author: Astriana [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 07:26:33 08/10/01 Fri I leave you guys for just a bit and your attacked. Shakes her head Well, it's almost a relief, it'll give us something to DO. Touches her sword I really should leave attackers for the greenies, but I won't say no to a challenge. OOC: Sorry everyone, I've been at my cottage for the past while!
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The tall, thin weasel walks over, fingering the mace at her side. She peers at the squirrel and laughs This place sure has a lotta leaders...Snorts and blinks But I'll take ya, y'little half-pint-bottle-brush-snot-nosed goodie-goodie! (NT) -- Markka, 08:45:22 08/10/01 Fri Re: Looks at the weasel and shrugs We're a merc patrol. Without many leaders (and we only have 4) if one of us died the patrol would fall appart. Astriana draws her sword and watches the weasel Your move first. (NT) -- Astriana, 05:10:58 08/11/01 Sat Smirks as he overhears this from where he's standing As ol' Sirhc shoulda known, eh Astri? (NT) -- Favre, 05:29:41 08/11/01 Sat Doesn't bat an eye at the obvious inside comment between the squirrels, but heaves a sigh Why don't you lot ever make th'first move? All my mates 'ave had t'do it, too. I think yore all afraid o'makin'a mistake! Laughs softly But so be it. I'll go first. Spins her axe haft slowly in front of her, finally bringing it up over her head. Still twirling it, she advances on the squirrel, her face a blank canvas. Suddenly her grip tightens and the axe is steady as it is swung straight at Astriana's gut (NT) -- Markka, 08:42:09 08/11/01 Sat Re: Swings her sword down, as she takes a hop back, deflecting and dogding the blow. She moves in very quickly, sends a quick blow to her ribs with her sword, and dances out of range of the axe. T'is only courtesy to let opponents make the first moves. (NT) -- Astriana, 06:17:03 08/12/01 Sun Uses the flat of the axe to swat away the sword cut to her ribs. In the same sweep, she brings the double-blade to the side of the squirrel, towards the big, bushy tail Y'need a trim there, dearie. Gettin' a bit too bushy! Winks and licks her lips (NT) -- Markka, 12:30:50 08/12/01 Sun Re: Slides sideways, away from the blow, and snaps her tail out of the way, but Markka's axe takes off the tip. Astri heads in, sending a stab at her chest, and slids back out of the range of Markka's axe. (NT) -- Astriana, 14:42:49 08/14/01 Tue Tries to dodge the stab, but catches a graze across her shoulder. She snarls and raises her axe again, half-diving, half-rolling, and bringing her axe in a wide sweep upwards at Astriana's under-side (NT) -- Markka, 15:00:54 08/14/01 Tue Re: Rolls back as Markka begins her dive, as she has the space to see her moves coming. She jumps in, stabbing downwards at Markka's back, hoping to get her before she can regain her footing. (NT) -- Astriana, 19:29:14 08/14/01 Tue As she rolls, her sword faces Astriana again, and she is able to counter the blow to her back. Still snarling, she rises to her footpaws and leaps at the squirrel, slashing her sword at Astriana's left side and hip (NT) -- Markka, 19:45:33 08/14/01 Tue Re: OOC: Don't you mean Axe, not sword? IC: Moves her sword quickly, managing to deflect the blow. Astri back out for a moment, catching her breath, before darting back in, slicing low at Markka's thighs. (NT) -- Astriana, 15:18:13 08/15/01 Wed OOC: ACK! Sorry! Change that to "axe!!" BIC: Leaps over the slice at her legs, landing neatly on Astriana's other side. She spins her axe haft and smiles thinly Nice try, squirrely-girlie! Try again! Swings her axe over Astriana's head and brings it down in a quick thrust to her abdomin (NT) -- Markka, 15:48:43 08/15/01 Wed Re: Takes the time while Markka's insulting her to spin around and face her. She dodges the blow aimed for her abdomin by sidestepping. Astri's sword dances in, performing a butterfly move, faking a slice at Markka's stomach then pulling the sword away to slice at her neck. (NT) -- Astriana, 07:07:11 08/16/01 Thu Flicks a long, thin dagger out of her sleeve and raises it quickly to deflect the slice at her neck. She smiles thinly and thrusts the butt of her axe haft at Astriana's gut (NT) -- Markka, 07:26:08 08/17/01 Fri

Subject: Up for the challenge?
Author: Sai Darkwind [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 20:39:51 08/15/01 Wed Upon approaching the battle field, he scans the area seeing several soldiers that are fighting for life and death... He then holding his long sword with a loose grip announces himself ready to give his life and take another.
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Re: Up for the challenge? -- Sai Darkwind, 14:44:16 08/16/01 Thu

Subject: There is another sound in the woods, though very different from the first
Author: Kinnan Ulfe [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 08:12:47 08/07/01 Tue A deep, rumbling bass voice rises above the other noises so that all can hear You see, I was not as far away as you thought! Into the clearing striding between the intruders, comes a massive wolf. He is wearing a tight leather jerkin and there is a broadsword at his back. He peers at the wildcats and then growls You! Whatever-You-Wanna-Call-Yerself-With-a-Walloppin'-Long-Name! Grisiga! I answer your challenge! My name is Kinnan Ulfe, leader and weapons master of Quanshaire! His eyes narrow You will retract your insults immediately and surrender, or die! Draws his sword and stands menacingly, a cold battle light in his normally warm brown eyes
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The tall, lithe wildcat meets his eye and arches her brows delicately, though her eyes are hard And I am Tarriana Jersolia Montaba Gherabago. Hmm. You are rather...large. And insulting as well. Half-smiles But will you take me instead? Draws her blade and takes up a ready position My father is a general; he directs forces, but does not waste his time fighting. Surely you are not afraid of a girl, are you? Laughs quietly I dare you. (NT) -- Tarriana, 08:27:37 08/07/01 Tue I fear nothing, madam. Fingers his blade before returning to his stance If you wish to fight me, then so be it! But be prepared to lose horribly! And to die....His voice trails of menacingly into a growl The first move is yours. Ladies first, always! Suddenly smiles a genuine smile I have not drawn blood in a long time... Laughs (NT) -- Kinnan Ulfe, 08:36:22 08/07/01 Tue Matches smile for smile Oh, I don't think it is I who shall be dying today. No, definitely not I! Raises her sword before her face in a salute, her golden eyes flashing on either side of the blade as she eyes him. Slowly she lowers her blade to point directly at his heart and takes a quick step forward And now, we begin! Slashes at his left side and feints to the right, careful not to tread on his footpaws (NT) -- Tarriana, 11:38:17 08/07/01 Tue Kicks out with his left leg to knock the blade away I don't think so, my dear. I am not that easy to bring down! Pulls quickly to one side, swiping at her lower legs with his broadsword Let's see 'ow high you can jump, shall we? Turns so that he is still facing her (NT) -- Kinnan Ulfe, 11:45:15 08/07/01 Tue As her blade is kicked away, she leaps into the air and comes back to earth behind the wolf. Her teeth are bared and her claws extended as she makes a swipe at his face before bounding backwards a pace 'Ow was that? Grins cheekily and thrusts her sword forward, straight at his stomach (NT) -- Tarriana, 19:41:18 08/07/01 Tue Pulls his face out of reach of her claws and parleys the sword thrust with a powerful stroke from his broadsword Not bad for a kitten! Smiles back, matching her expression eye for eye Not bad at all. Swings the broadsword over his head and towards the left side of her neck while kicking out with his right footpaw towards the side of her knee (NT) -- Kinnan Ulfe, 14:30:58 08/08/01 Wed Meets his sword with hers, striking back and countering the blow. She doubles under the kick to her knees for a few moments, but regains her poise and paces around him, watching him cooly Interesting move there. Leaps forward, sword arm advanced, but not so far as to leave herself completely unguarded (NT) -- Tarriana, 20:13:09 08/08/01 Wed Thanks. Parleys her strike, letting the blades lock for a moment before pushing hard against his own blade in an effort to shove her backwards (NT) -- Kinnan Ulfe, 12:44:48 08/09/01 Thu Does not break the lock, but strains against her own sword, not giving an inch. Suddenly she twists her blade counter-clockwise and jerks it to the right, a disarming move (NT) -- Tarriana, 15:32:04 08/09/01 Thu Holds his broadsword in the spin, his wrist twisting so as not to loosen his grip. As her blade goes to the right, he pulls also, following her move, and then retracting his blade Nice try. Better luck next time, dear! Flashes a smile before lunging towards her left flank, trying to catch her unguarded (NT) -- Kinnan Ulfe, 18:36:35 08/09/01 Thu Kicks the blade away from her flank, knicking her footpaw, but escaping any other damage. She grins Thought I'd steal that one from you! I do hope you don't mind! Steps lightly to one side and raises her blade for another slice, this time to the right side of his neck and face (NT) -- Tarriana, 13:23:29 08/10/01 Fri Brings his broadsword up in a sharp parley to her slice. He grins Nice move, there, too bad it didn't work! Takes his hilt in both paws and brings it crashing straight down at her skull (NT) -- Kinnan Ulfe, 14:59:34 08/10/01 Fri Springs nimbly to one side, ducking into a roll. She uncoils swiftly to her feet and springs at his back, claws outstretched, trying to rake them down his back. She is smiling again, a cold, pitiless smile (NT) -- Tarriana, 08:37:25 08/11/01 Sat Leaps forward to dodge the claw-swipe, but catches the tail of her attack. He cringes as the claws sweep across his back-fur, leaving three thin blood trails. He spins on her, no longer even pretending to be friendly Alright, cat, now you're in for it! Growls and the fur on the nape of his neck stands on end. He comes straight at her, jaws snapping at her neck, sword swinging towards her gut (NT) -- Kinnan Ulfe, 17:43:23 08/12/01 Sun Her eyes become icy and her voice just as frozen Nobeast calls Tarriana Jersolia Montaba Gherabago "cat" and lives, wolf! Parries the swing at her gut and swipes her claws again at his face as it draws near to her neck (NT) -- Tarriana, 07:58:32 08/13/01 Mon Growls in his throat as the claws rake across his face. His eyes become blood red with fury as he raises his broadsword over his head. He lets out a howl and brings the sword blade crashing down at her Let's see just how quick on your paws you can be! (NT) -- Kinnan Ulfe, 12:58:16 08/13/01 Mon Dances to one side, then another, dodging the blows. She has her sword raised over her head in defence, clutched in both paws, but her claws are still at the ready. She counters as best she can, throwing her full strength into her blade (NT) -- Tarriana, 19:41:37 08/14/01 Tue The blades lock and Kinnan is pushed back a step by the ferocity of her attack. Suddenly he twists his blade and jerks it away, trying to get her to stumble (NT) -- Kinnan Ulfe, 15:56:55 08/15/01 Wed Sees her father fall and cries out, fear in her eyes for the first time. She is not afraid of the masive wolf, but for her father. She sees their band being beaten slowly but surely by the Quanshaire beasts. Her face is filled with a sudden wrath and she lunges at the wolf, teeth bared and claws extended on one paw, sword crashing straight at his chest in the other I will not be defeated! (NT) -- Tarriana, 19:58:06 08/15/01 Wed

Subject: Step up...
Author: Aya Seren [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 21:12:39 08/13/01 Mon A squirrel of the QMP approaches the battlefield, aware of the multitude of individual conflicts at the time. Brandishing a hard-wood quarterstaff, she sighs in contempt, "You would think an invasion force would be bigger! If our fate is to die, show me the blade by which I shall be slain. Fight me."
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A smoke grey wildcat seems to appear before her. She's tall, and sleek, with dark braids wrapped up around her head. Her flashing green eyes size up Aya, and touching the rapier at her side, she speakes up. I'll accept your challenge. And I'll allow you first move. Stepping back, she draws her weapon, and waits. (NT) -- Jazqua, 15:02:07 08/14/01 Tue Without a second thought, Aya leaps inward, lashing out with her staff to the forward hip of Jazqua, following up with an upward swipe to the chin (NT) -- Aya Seren, 19:38:21 08/14/01 Tue Follows the moves of Aya's staff, and easily blocks both blows with her rapier. She slides in, quickly stabing at Aya's chest, then slicing at her lower ribs (NT) -- Jazqua, 15:28:45 08/15/01 Wed Quickly side-stepping the first attempt, she parrys the second with the the bottom end of the staff, while in the same movement, aiming a blow to her neck. (NT) -- Aya Seren, 17:58:02 08/15/01 Wed

Subject: Having been watching from the trees with sadistic amusement, the squirrel almost lazily (though with deadly aim) chucks three serrated daggers into the fray: one aimed at Sabertail and two at Grisiga. Not bothering to conceal the glee in his voice, he calls to his squad To th' trees! Snipe an' move, snipe an' move! With the agility possessed only by squirrels, he leaps a few trees over, throws another dagger at Grisiga, and moves on, concealed by the shadows of the foliage
Author: Favre [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 09:57:31 08/07/01 Tue
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The craggy jet-black squirrel cackles in true amusement as he overhears Grisiga's comment Pretty cocky, this 'un, eh Kinnan? Sticks his head out of the shadowed foliage long enough to shake his head in mock dismay at the invader Didn't take enough time t' find out how yer enemy numbers, didja? Grave mistake, me friend, grave mistake. He leaps out of the trees into the clearing, now armed with a broadsword. His obsidian eyes glitter with a fierce anticipation D'you plan t' fight yerself, or just shout commands like most leaders? his voice drips with sarcastic contempt as he draws his broadsword in a mocking challenge (NT) -- Favre, 10:10:36 08/07/01 Tue One dagger sails past his forepaw, another grazes his left thigh, leaving a thin trail of blood. His eyes narrow as he watches the dark squirrel And who says I have no knowledge of your numbers, eh? Eyes glint with laughter I have waited quite carefully until half of your leaders were gone. Points his curved blade at Favre Now, brush-tail, do you really want to fight? If so, I am quite ready for you! But if you are in fact only mocking me, then you are hardly worth my time. You and your riff-raff. He spits (NT) -- Grisiga, 11:24:42 08/07/01 Tue Raises an eyebrow at Favre and shakes his head Aye, he is a mite too cocky for me! Take 'im down a notch, Fav. We'll show 'em what true leaders are like! (NT) -- Kinnan Ulfe, 11:41:28 08/07/01 Tue Ducks into the trees at Favre's command, but has nothing on paw with which to snipe Nothin' for it but t'jump on it, I guess! Draws her rapier and steps forward to find a paw to paw fight, but looks a bit uneasy about not following orders strictly Sorry, sir, got t'fight th'way I can! (NT) -- Aislynn, 12:16:14 08/07/01 Tue Nods absently in response to Aislynn, keeping his full attention on Grisiga. He snorts Don't pride yerself too much, half of our leaders are always gone, numbskull! Our soldiers are competent enough on their own. He grins ferally Riff-raff we are; and better than any o' them stodgy armies. Aye, I'm challengin' ye. Make yer move Grisga, and we'll see if there's anythin' behind yer pompous words. (NT) -- Favre Pinesword, 12:55:38 08/07/01 Tue Tobit sits concealed in his tree, waiting for something to shoot at besides the fool trying to kill his leader. (NT) -- Tobit, 18:42:00 08/07/01 Tue Growls at the squirrel, his teeth clenched Aye, there's a bit more t'me than words, as you'll soon find out! Brandishes his sword and leaps forward towards his opponent Watch yoreself, squirrel, I didn't git t'be a general by talking! Raises his sword and brings it crashing down towards Favre's head (NT) -- Grisiga Montaba Gherabago, 19:38:29 08/07/01 Tue Having expected this typical starting attack, the squirrel parries the blow easily and hops to the side. In the same fluid movement he swings his own sword down and across Grisiga's chest in a powerful slash. He says nothing, only grins in bloodthirsty anticipation (NT) -- Favre, 04:00:30 08/08/01 Wed Blocks the swing at his chest with his own sword, pushing the blade forward as he moves back a step. He flicks the sword-tip up at Favre's chin and back down towards his stomach, mimicing the slicing of his belly. Then he grins cruelly and sends Favre a sharp upper cut at his left side and arm (NT) -- Grisiga, 13:26:08 08/08/01 Wed Twists his arms and brings his blade down to match Grisiga's. Then, putting pressure on his sword, he uses it to force Grisiga's up as he ducks under the blades, scurries to the right of the swords, and breaks the sword lock. As he stands upright again, he cuts at Grisiga's right side below his ribcage (NT) -- Favre, 14:39:50 08/09/01 Thu Brings his sword up from below to throw off Favre's cut. Crouches and springs forward and over Favre's head in an effort to get around behind him, keeping his own sword pointed at the squirrel through the entire leap. Lands softly on his paws and sends his blade in an arch around Favre's left side (NT) -- Grisiga, 15:27:07 08/09/01 Thu *Crouches as Grisiga leaps and, because he doesn't rise right away, is able to duck under the sword's arc. Favre leaps foward from his crouch, hacking at the backs of Grisiga's knees before landing on his feet to Grisiga's right. (NT) -- Favre, 11:19:49 08/10/01 Fri* Spins to his right as he leaps into the air, over Favre's blade, to land still facing the squirrel. He pauses for a split-second, then kicks with his right footpaw at Favre's lower stomach as his sword comes swinging, parallel to the leg, towards Favre's chest. He lets out a hair-curling yowl that only a wildcat can, and kicks again with his other footpaw (NT) -- Grisiga, 13:28:11 08/10/01 Fri Always watching Grisiga closely for hints to his next move, Favre chuckles darkly as he dances out of the way of the foot and lightly taps the sword away with his own Slippery li'l fishy, aren't ye? Bad idea t'get into a gymnastics match wid' a squirrel. Barely reacting to the wildcat's yowl, he takes the opportunity to make his move. The squirrel stabs the point of his sword into the ground in front of him, its sharp edge right at the spot that Grisiga kicked at. He flips up on one hand over the sword, in mid-air flips a small knife out of its sheathe in his wrist, and flicks it with a driving force straight at the base of Grisiga's throat. He jerks the sword out of the ground at the last minute, rolls sideways in the air and lands in a fighter's crouch to Grisiga's left. (NT) -- Favre, 15:25:14 08/10/01 Fri Darts to one side and the knife grazes hs shoulder I never said anythin' about a gymnastics match, but I sure could beatcha at a gym-nastiness match! Laughs at his own joke, gripping the hilt of his sword. He raises the blade, standing on the balls of his footpaws, and snarling. White teeth glitter like rows of knives in the firelight (is it still "night"?). His muscles are all taught as he prepares for a spring at the squirrel. He lowers his back haunches, sways slightly, as a coiled spring ready to be released. Suddenly he springs forward, sword outstretched directly in front of him, still light on his feet for any sudden move by his opponent (NT) -- Grisiga, 08:31:01 08/11/01 Sat Tenses as Grisiga coils to spring, and leaps forward and slightly to the left of the blade a split second after Grisiga does. He grunts as he swings his sword at Grisiga's with all of the force behind his jump, a move to disarm or at least cause Grisiga to fall or stumble from the velocity of the blow (NT) -- Favre, 09:17:01 08/11/01 Sat Is pushed a step back by the ferocity of Favre's blow, but keeps his footing. He yowls again and brings his sword down in a crushing stroke at and angle to cut through Favre's neck and torso (NT) -- Grisiga, 12:25:02 08/12/01 Sun Parries the blow, but is at an awkward position. He lets the sword blades lock, grunting slightly in disgust at his own carelessness when his own sword nicks into his shoulder from the pressure. He waits for Grisiga to maximize his pressure, and then rapidly breaks the sword lock, spinning out from underneath the pressure. As he comes around, he uses the momentum of his spin and slashes his sword down at Grisiga's back (NT) -- Favre, 20:42:40 08/12/01 Sun Lunges forward as his blade is released, out of reach of the sword slash. He spins to face Favre again, furious that he failed to kill the squirrel with the last blow. He ceouches again, but instead of springing, waits to see what the squirrel will do (NT) -- Grisiga, 08:01:47 08/13/01 Mon Tenses as he watches his opponent like a hawk. He breathes deeply and slowly, apparently catching his breath. (NT) -- Favre, 16:09:41 08/13/01 Mon Sneers Short o'breath, Brushy? Smiles cruelly and licks his blade Come now, don't hesitate! Old Grisiga's here for the taking! Begins circling the squirrel (NT) -- Grisiga, 19:35:50 08/14/01 Tue Without warning and with lightning speed, the squirrel whips out another serrated dagger and sends it hurtling with deadly accuracy at Grisiga's chest. A split second later, he leaps in, slashing his sword at Grisiga's midsection in an attempt to disembowel. He grins grimly Called concentration, Kitty-cat. Better than wastin' me energy spewin' insults. (NT) -- Favre, 09:26:53 08/15/01 Wed OOC: Oh. Forgot to mention, I'll be gone for the next 6 days, until next Thursday or Friday. Feel free to move on. (NT) -- Favre, 09:28:14 08/15/01 Wed The dagger is implanted in Grisiga's chest. He clutches his chest, gasping for breath, but he is still on his paws. He manages to parley the blow to his middle, but that takes most of his strength. He is leaning to one side, eyeing the squirrel with incredible hatred So... you have... defeated me...the great gasps Grisiga Montaba Gherabago. What now, squirrel? I wish to at least stand before all the leader...before...And I want to see my daughter... (NT) -- Grisiga, 15:22:49 08/15/01 Wed Eyes the wildcat back with a gleam of feral triumph in his eyes. Aye, I defeated ye, Grisiga. Told ye ye were a mite too cocky. Motions for Kinnan, Astri, and his daughter to come, a silent obeisance to the wildcat's last wishes (NT) -- Favre, 17:28:28 08/15/01 Wed

Subject: Oy!!!

Author:
Tangur
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Date Posted: 13:48:48 08/13/01 Mon

Ah'm back an' ready to take on any comers, altho, shouldn't we be takin' it out at the battle boar' 2 forums over 'r sommat? Mah weap'ns 'r' a chu ko nu, an' if ye don't know what the heck et es, ye'll find out, ah'm tired ev writin' et, an' a large dagger, ah've been plannin' te get a sabre to, so don't ye blink! Ef ye can't unnerstan' the accent either, start studyin'.

Subject: One last try.... Because I really want this to work...

Author:
Scylla and Charybdis
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Date Posted: 08:45:42 08/13/01 Mon

**There is a slight rustle in the undergrowth. A pair of eyes... or is it two... gleam through some leaves at the edge of the clearing. Suddenly and silently a pair of sable heads can been seen rising from the underbrush. The long, dark faces, the jet-black eyes that glitter with a hint of gold, the velvety fur... Pine martins. The pair rise like serpents from their hiding place, tails inter-twined, swaying as one as they observe the scene. They have identical dark fur, black knee-length pants, purple shirts with full sleeves that gather at the wrists, and red sashes at their waists. Their markings match perfectly, except for the snowy patch that each has around a different eye. It is their only distinguishing feature, the only way to tell them apart. As they step from the brush, the one on the left speaks first. They fill in each others' sentences with matching silky voices**
"I am Scylla..."
"And I am Charybdis..."
"And we are here..."
"To take any challenge you wish to offer."
**They each carry a long, thin sword, and there are several silver hilts peeping out of their red sashes, evidence of the daggers they both carry. The each finger an amulet around their neck; each has a piece of a severed circle, another mark of their unity**

Subject: The twins...
Author: Scylla and Charybdis [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 08:35:51 08/13/01 Mon "And I am Charybdis..." "And we are here..." "To take any challenge you wish to offer." They each carry a long, thin sword, and there are several silver hilts peeping out of their red sashes, evidence of the daggers they both carry. The each finger an amulet around their neck; each has a piece of a severed circle, another mark of their unity
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Re: The twins... -- The Twins trying again...., 08:37:31 08/13/01 Mon OOC: Sorry about that. Click the mesage above to read the whole thing.... (NT) -- Twins OOC, 08:40:01 08/13/01 Mon

Subject: The twins...
Author: Scylla and Charybdis [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 08:34:46 08/13/01 Mon "And I am Charybdis..." "And we are here..." "To take any challenge you wish to offer." They each carry a long, thin sword, and there are several silver hilts peeping out of their red sashes, evidence of the daggers they both carry. The each finger an amulet around their neck; each has a piece of a severed circle, another mark of their unity

Subject: grins
Author: Fray Blackwood [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 21:52:05 08/09/01 Thu finishes off his flask of brandy, and tosses it aside Any o' those lowlife attackers aboot? I'd not turn down an offer! OOC: I'm gonna be gone from tomorrow afternoon until Sunday, though... so I'm afraid a fight would be a short one. Or a long one, depending on if anyone's here...
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'Oo you callin' a low-life? Spits My axe here's been waitin' for some fur to trim, and you look like a fine candidate! Laughs softly and spins his axe in his paws (NT) -- Braunleg, 08:38:09 08/10/01 Fri OOC: By the way, it's alright if you're gone a few days. I can wait for you. (NT) -- Braunleg, 08:39:14 08/10/01 Fri sniffs, looking at Braunleg Apparently not yeh! Yeh're obviously far below that! grins, swinging a length of chain in his left paw- the last five links or so studded with shards of rock and metal. He draws a scimitar with his right paw Ready then? wears a light chainmail tunic, and metal wrist bands. 'Ere we go! dodges forward, scimitar attempting to knock the axe away by the haft, chain whipping at Braunleg's throat OOC: K, I'm leaving in a few hours... we can continue when I get back! (NT) -- Fray Blackwood, 11:47:41 08/10/01 Fri An' what makes a "low-life" eh? Surely not sombeast 'oo kills only fer money, right? Spins the axe away from the scimitar, lowers it, and swings a slicing arch at Fray's stomach, while ducking below the spinning chain OOC: Just post when you're back, and we'll continue! (NT) -- Braunleg, 13:31:30 08/10/01 Fri uses his momentum to partially leap over the swipe, though is caught a deep slash on the left shin. Slashes his fangs at Braunleg's throat, then leaps away, taking up a defensive stance (NT) -- Fray Blackwood, 21:59:03 08/12/01 Sun Almost pulls away in time, but the teeth graze his shoulder. He shakes it off and takes a pace forward, a cold glint in his eye. He twirls the axe again, and sends a flying double-stroke towards the squirrel, aiming for his hips (NT) -- Braunleg, 07:54:19 08/13/01 Mon

Subject: A petite squrriel maid appears, brandishing a quarterstaff...
Author: Aya Seren - Espionage [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 20:17:15 08/12/01 Sun Her voice is that of a young maid, with the hint that she is not the most gentle beast around, "I'll fight any of the attackers here. I have a job to do..."

Subject: Stands around idly watching the fighting beasts. He knows he should help but the hostile reception he got... Shoots a glance in Aislynn's direction... has made him decided otherwise. Instead he redraws the line that the vixen had so 'kindly' wiped away savagely. He starts performing a strange dance around the area and beneath his fur you can see his muscles rippling under the tension. As he comes to a stop he halts on one foot for a moment then races forwards at a tree. Running up the coarse bark he goes as far as he can and flips over backwards. When he rests back where he started he eyes off the battle critically. Phew, nothin' like a warm up ter git yer muscles toned. He winks roguishly in Aislynn's direction
Author: Rio [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 22:27:41 08/07/01 Tue
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Glares at the irritating beast doing his "warm ups" by the tree Fine then, don't help yore ol'patrol. I hope Dark Forest takes you b'fore yore time, Rio! Eyes narrow I think yore nothin' but a traitor an' a coward an' a sneak iffen y'won't even help fight. An'what was that "present" y'gave t'Kinnan? Hmm? I'll betcha you tried t'do 'im in, didn'tcha? Well it didn't work! It'll never work! You're just a lyin', cheatin', fool! y'know that! Folds her paws, her eyes blazing (NT) -- Aislynn, 14:34:57 08/08/01 Wed Grins idly as he listens to Aislynn. Temper, temper little lady. Don't you think facts should be right first, hmm? Strolls jauntily over to where the vixen is standing and stares at her long and hard before breaking into gales of laughter I nevah thought I'd live t'ear the day somebeast calls me a coward. Let me tell you missy that there weren't none braver in Casey's patrol iffen I do say so meself. His paw is closing around his blade again and he grips it hard, A dark red trickle of blood forms on his fur and blade An' I'm sure as much as my ole mum were an annoyin' thing tha' Kinnan'd gut me as soon as see me rather than try and pump me fer information. As fer fool I thinnk yer mighta got tha' one right. I were a damn fool comin' back 'ere when Evyce and Casey tol' me not ter (NT) -- Rio the fool, 21:55:19 08/09/01 Thu *Bristles again, but this time her voice is deadly calm. Her eyes flash, but her face is almost* expressionless; there is a faint hint of contempt about her Why would anbeast tell ya not t'come beack here when yore part of th'patrol? Eyes narrow still further** An'from what I been hearin' about Casey'n'Evyce, they wouldn't a'wanted you t'avoid yer ol'patrol... Doesn't add up, iffen ya take my meanin'. Uncrosses arms and looks sideways at him Wot aren't you tellin, huh? Paw trails to her rapier hilt (NT) -- Aislynn, 11:11:27 08/10/01 Fri

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