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Post by Gyre on Apr 19, 2007 19:57:02 GMT -5
(Just giving you the all clear on taking over the fox.)
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Post by benon on Apr 19, 2007 19:59:36 GMT -5
OOC: Alright, thank you.
Benon sat back and watched the pitiful next few rounds, he noticed a wolfess sulking around in the oustkirts of the rink. He was bored, and had a lot of money. "Ho, bartennerman. One more round fer eberyone." He went off and found the wolfess, "Hoi, moi name es Benon, whit be ur's?"
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Post by xylon on Apr 19, 2007 20:09:13 GMT -5
Xylon dismissed the free ale, walking out to get some fresh air. The mole walked by him, going in another direction. Xylon stood on a hill away from the exitement, his mind going over what had taken place that night.
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Post by Gyre on Apr 19, 2007 20:10:47 GMT -5
ooc: No problem.
bic: Ulric Dass didn't answer right away. She simply looked him up and down. When she saw that he had no obvious weapon, she spoke curtly.
"Ulric Dass..." she slowly held out her paw, "Nice to meet you..." Her eyes never stopped searching the mole's face.
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Post by benon on Apr 19, 2007 20:12:48 GMT -5
Benon shook her paw heartily. His eyes almost lost in the folds of his homely face as he smiled. "Do ye wanna drink young mizz? Oi'm buyin fer all the vermints wot wanna get outta ee grizzle.
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Post by Gyre on Apr 19, 2007 20:18:05 GMT -5
"No thank you.. sir." the wolfess said, looking around, "I'd rather keep my wits about me in this crowd." Inside, she laughed at the mole's kindly face. This, alone made her persue the conversation, "You are here to fight, or to sponser a warrior?" she asked.
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Post by benon on Apr 19, 2007 20:27:51 GMT -5
"Well, Oi'm ere to sponser moizelf an to foight mizz." He took an immediate liking to the paranoid wolfess. He was a good molechap and enjoyed the company of someone that didn't look like a hard killer (basically has both eyes, ears, all teeth, no visible scars, etc.)
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Post by xylon on Apr 19, 2007 20:28:10 GMT -5
Xylon sat cleaning off his mace some distance away. He sat remembering the seasons of his long life. The wars, the violence, the hatred; and he realized that there was no sadness, and what little friends he had were long gone, melted into the golden strands of time. He sat, thinking of the life he led, the moonlight shining above.
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Post by Gyre on Apr 19, 2007 22:44:13 GMT -5
(Xylon, you have a nice writing style. Good images.  ) Ulric Dass drew herself up, placing her paws on her hips. "I will be fighting for myself as well," she said. Dass was slim but strong, not a light weight. Beneath her thick, aguti fur, the wolfess had strong arms and shoulders. The ruff of fur around her neck was braided in places, and the beads clicked and clacked in the post-storm winds. "What is your weapon, Benon? ..." |
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Post by InkBlot on Apr 20, 2007 13:12:10 GMT -5
He uses short swords and throwing knives," interrubted Saroyyo, handing the mole a beaker of ale, "He's about as good as I am wielding them."
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Post by Gyre on Apr 20, 2007 13:25:30 GMT -5
Ulric Dass closed her mouth tightly, and turned to the newcomer, her eyes snapping like teeth.
When she spoke, she had a growl riding on the edge of her breath.
"I speak with the mole. You are careless for interupting.." she said, "it is not good for your health."
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Post by InkBlot on Apr 20, 2007 13:33:22 GMT -5
"Sorry about that, but i really don't understand the 'not good for my health' part. You see that stave that that referee fox is holding?" In one swift motion, Saroyyo flicked out a knife and half split open the referee's stave with it, from well over 50 yards.
OOC: not bad for a throwing knife.
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Post by Gyre on Apr 20, 2007 13:59:47 GMT -5
Dass bristled, and let her paw slip to the sword on her hip.
"Why do you show me your tricks now, wolf? You'll loose all hope of serprize if we cross blades in the ring.."
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Post by InkBlot on Apr 20, 2007 14:38:20 GMT -5
"I'm not a cruel killer, just here for the show. I'm actually on my way to Salamandastron. I'm not as hopless with other weapons as you think I am, anyway." He quickly drew one of his light swords and swung it at the wolfess, stopping it a millimeter from her muzzle.
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Post by Gyre on Apr 20, 2007 16:13:00 GMT -5
As the wolf's sword cut an arc in the air, Ulric Dass drew her blade and torked ner body voilently. She stood, protecting her body with her own blade, and now fully facing Saroyyo. Her lips were peeled back in an ernest snarl.
"You want to fight me now then?" She drew her sword from his with a long, sheering noise, and leapt back a yard, standing ready. Her saber tip hovered like an angry insect, trained on the wolf's throat.
"Get in the circle," she barked, "I don't want to bloody the grass!"
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