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Post by signasul on Mar 23, 2007 19:59:51 GMT -5
the weasel moned as he tryed to get to his feet.
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Post by benon on Mar 24, 2007 15:30:02 GMT -5
The spiders backed away from the fire. Wiffler sat down, exhausted, his energy spent from the trying day. He laid his head down and was snoring momentarily.
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Post by xylon on Mar 25, 2007 15:30:01 GMT -5
Xylon the wolf was sleeping nearby, hidden under a pile of leaves near a tree. Sleepily he opened one eye, observing the weasel and the babe recovering from their spider attack. He closed the eye, settling down again. "First-timers."
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Post by signasul on Mar 26, 2007 5:24:11 GMT -5
the weasel moned as he tryed to get to his feet... again
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Post by xylon on Mar 26, 2007 16:51:07 GMT -5
the weasel moned as he tryed to get to his feet... again OOC: Must hurt real bad lol... Xylon raised his head again, sighing. "Did the little spiders scare you THAT bad?"
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Post by benon on Mar 26, 2007 16:57:11 GMT -5
Wiffler approached the wolf. He was offended that the wolf had insulted his friend. "Ee bee's not a'sceered. He bee's h'injured, so dere. If thee art gonna 'elp us outta this 'ole then do it quiggly, quiggly I says!" Wiffler explained to the wolf while shaking his dagger and showing what he hoped looked like a scary face.
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Post by xylon on Mar 26, 2007 17:09:58 GMT -5
Xylon stood up, rising to his full height and throwing his head back. "Hahahaha! The little squirrel talks in the old tounge. What would you like me to do?" He said, drawing a dagger and walking towards the injured weasel.
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Post by signasul on Mar 26, 2007 18:10:34 GMT -5
OOC: ya hes out for the count, he slamed his head agenct a set of stone stairs.
The weasels leg twitched slightly.
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Post by xylon on Mar 27, 2007 16:04:19 GMT -5
OOC: Lol, weasel is at my mercy, MUHAHAHAHA!...Ahem.
Xylon started slicing feverfew from his belt pouch, kneeling at the side of the unconscious weasel. "Heh heh, you sure know how to survive in the woods. You've got the little 'un to thank for this. If you were alone, it'd be a different story." Applying the feverfew with mud to the gash on Signasul's head, he bound it gently. Standing up again, he turned and walked back to his haversack, picked it up and sprang to a lower branch, where he lay down and rested.
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Post by benon on Mar 27, 2007 16:17:14 GMT -5
Wiffler got bored very quickly watching the wolf sleep and the weasel spasmotically twitch, so he went off to look for something to do. He quickly found it. He found a nest, abandoned for quite some time, he decided he would haul his loot there and make it his "castle". OOC: Ah, the mind of an infant squirrel.
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Post by xylon on Mar 27, 2007 16:20:04 GMT -5
Wiffler got bored very quickly watching the wolf sleep and the weasel spasmotically twitch, so he went off to look for something to do. He quickly found it. He found a nest, abandoned for quite some time, he decided he would haul his loot there and make it his "castle". OOC: Ah, the mind of an infant squirrel. OOC: Ignorantly naive and yet so joyful- how these creatures grow up to be warriors, we may never know.
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Post by benon on Mar 27, 2007 16:22:09 GMT -5
Wiffler got bored very quickly watching the wolf sleep and the weasel spasmotically twitch, so he went off to look for something to do. He quickly found it. He found a nest, abandoned for quite some time, he decided he would haul his loot there and make it his "castle". OOC: Ah, the mind of an infant squirrel. OOC: Ignorantly naive and yet so joyful- how these creatures grow up to be warriors, we may never know. OOC: I haven't the foggiest, but we'll have to find out, Sig, are you gonna die?
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Post by signasul on Mar 27, 2007 18:43:05 GMT -5
Te weasel finely got to his feet and looked at his two new frends.
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Post by benon on Mar 27, 2007 20:13:14 GMT -5
Wiffler, upon seeing the weasel up and about, leapt from his perch and landed on the weasel's chest and clamped onto him in a huge bear hug.
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Post by xylon on Mar 28, 2007 15:11:29 GMT -5
Seeing the babe had his back turned, and the weasel occupied with him, Xylon slowly reached into the haversack, drawing the 3-foot mace and chain. Standing up on the tree limb to get a better shot, he swung it 'round and 'round. Taking aim, he realised that he didn't have the heart to kill the squirrel. The weasel, however was a burden he didn't need. Whoever the weapon hit, damage would be caused, he thought.
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