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Post by benon on Apr 16, 2007 16:21:57 GMT -5
Wiffler was chucked gently into a tree. He saw the others skirting the path and flanking a large number of vermin. He was bored watching the sneaking. He swung into a branch close to two vermin. He immitated a voice that his sponge-like brain had heard from another section of the vermin band. "OY!! Wit is thet orful stench!! IT'S YOU ISNIT!!!?" he had just begun an arguement between a few of the vermin. "HEY!! who are ye callin stinky, ye great lard bucket." "Lard buckett yeself scringenose." "EH Whitever slobberchopps". The insulting went on a bit longer. But Wiffler had meandered off, back to his origional perch.
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Post by xylon on Apr 16, 2007 18:08:13 GMT -5
Xylon had flung his mace next to a nearby tree. This was no time for games. Wielding his steel sword, he positioned himself, ready for the vermin attack.
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Post by signasul on Apr 16, 2007 19:58:08 GMT -5
Signasul sat bake and watched.
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Post by xylon on Apr 16, 2007 20:00:50 GMT -5
Two weasels ran through the foliage and came panting into the clearing. Two elegant up-sweeps of Xylon's sword and they were nothing but lifeless heaps.
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Post by InkBlot on Apr 17, 2007 14:22:00 GMT -5
"I thought I suggested ranged attacks?!" said Saroyyo, who had felled a handful of verming with a longbow. He had then taken aim at the weasel by the leader , pulled back the bowstring until the arrowhead was at the tip of his fingers, then let fly.
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Post by xylon on Apr 17, 2007 16:57:12 GMT -5
Xylon walked forward fearlessly into the next small wave of vermin, brandishing his weapon. They were dumbfounded at the sudden death of their leader, and feel like stalks to a scythe.
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Post by signasul on Apr 17, 2007 19:25:29 GMT -5
OOC: are you talking about me Saroyyo?
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Post by xylon on Apr 17, 2007 19:46:25 GMT -5
OOC: are you talking about me Saroyyo? OOC: Me, I think.
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Post by benon on Apr 17, 2007 19:57:00 GMT -5
Wiffler was having fun watching them fight the vermin. He decided to try his hand with his new "toy". "Hey, vermings. Come theeselbs ober hidder. I wants ta fite thee." The vermin were happy to oblige the smallish squirrel. The spinning vine-and-knife cut down almost a score of beasts when the vermin cut and ran. The small party was exhausted. Wiffler went and snuggled up next to Signasul who was patting his stomach in a very satisfied, relaxed manner. Wiffler tried to do the same thing, but he was too thin. ;D
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Post by xylon on Apr 17, 2007 20:11:45 GMT -5
Xylon twirled the sword, just savouring the victory. His bloodlust had not occured for some reason; he was focused. Looking at the squirrel and the weasel, he hid a smile. Woodlanders.
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Post by InkBlot on Apr 18, 2007 14:12:07 GMT -5
OOC: I thought I had cut down the weasel next to the leader. Me killing the leader would give me too much glory
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Post by signasul on Apr 18, 2007 18:43:30 GMT -5
" is it over?" said Signasul as he leand agenct a tree.
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Post by xylon on Apr 18, 2007 19:04:45 GMT -5
Xylon strapped the sword to his belt and retrieved his haversack, gesturing for the squirrel to come out of the tree. "That attack may be over, but the vermin are still there. Come on, we'd better get away from them. Let's see if we can circle around."
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Post by InkBlot on Apr 19, 2007 16:40:50 GMT -5
OOC: Is sombody gonna scold Wiffler?
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Post by xylon on Apr 19, 2007 18:06:50 GMT -5
Xylon snorted. "If you think that, you must be three seasons old. We just head west to get to the shores. They're a lot closer than Mossflower."
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