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Post by belko on Apr 27, 2007 19:58:23 GMT -5
Silent were there footpaws, swift was there stride. They marched on along the plains, a small army of shadows. Great was their leader, the dark badger himself, Lord-General Darkmaw the Destroyer, and they were his Doom Pikes. As the massive warlord sighted the gathering he ordered his elites to a halt.
((Mind if I join in? Don't worry, there will only be one warrior actually fighting, not the whole army))
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Post by xylon on Apr 27, 2007 20:02:23 GMT -5
OOC: That's good.
"Creatures were sent flying as the badger and his Doom Pikes wreaked havoc in the plains, blood smeared on the grassy terrain; no beast could withstand the might of a full-grown badger warlord."
That's VEEEEEEEEEEERY good.
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Post by belko on Apr 28, 2007 15:12:58 GMT -5
((lol))
As Darkmaw analyzed the encampment, he ordered the shadowy foxes to a slow, more formal looking march with their pikes held high and chanting in there dark tongue. "Uvas diy rauhl Yanguin kuum. Uvas diy rauhl Yanguin kuum. Darkmaw!" they droned on as they entered the tournament grounds. Still analyzing, Darkmaw gestured to the Doom Pikes and they instantly stopped, stomping their pike butts on the ground. "Let the administrator of this event come forth!" Darkmaw announced in a deep, rumbling growl.
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Post by xylon on Apr 28, 2007 15:35:49 GMT -5
A wolf emerged from a tent, a utility belt around his waist and knives in his boots, but otherwise unarmed. "What do you want, badger?"
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Post by belko on Apr 29, 2007 14:14:27 GMT -5
Darkmaw turned to the wolf emerging from his tent. Xylon was less muscular than Darkmaw but obviously swift. Ever the cautious fighter, the Badger Lord continued to analyze him as he spoke. "I am Darkmaw," he offered plainly "Are you the organizer of this rabble?"
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Post by xylon on Apr 29, 2007 14:16:52 GMT -5
Xylon eyed the badger coldly. "He's not here right now. Do you coem from the fire mountain?"
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Post by belko on Apr 29, 2007 22:57:56 GMT -5
Darkmaw gave Xylon a questioning look but answered his question none the less. "It is the place of my birth, but I've, eh...fallen out of favor with it's inhabitants," he said. Shouting over his shoulder he cried to his elites, "Set up camps herefor now,"
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Post by xylon on Apr 30, 2007 16:35:07 GMT -5
Xylon looked up at the badger, disgusted. "I can see that. Hmph, a vile badger...probably less intelligent than his ancestors too..."
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Post by belko on Apr 30, 2007 18:51:33 GMT -5
Darkmaw turned slowly back to the wolf, "You would be wise to chose your foes more carefully wolf," he growled, diabollical glint of steel flashed as his metallic claws met the sun.
((Dude! In one thread he's evil, in this one he's digusted by evil! Make up ur freakin' mind! lol))
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Post by xylon on Apr 30, 2007 18:54:45 GMT -5
OOC: Good and evil are illusions. There is only what is, and what is not. He is merely disgusted because badgers are supposed to be righteous.
Xylon sniffed at the badger, then turned back to his tent, muttering. "Huh, looks like the badger is too stupid enough to talk and not act..."
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Post by belko on Apr 30, 2007 18:59:04 GMT -5
The Badger Lord smirked and rolled his eyes, turning back to his soldiers. Though the wolf was not clever in a spoken standoff, he obviously had some experience in battle.
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Post by xylon on May 1, 2007 20:46:15 GMT -5
Xylon sat down in his tent, the foolish grin off his face. It might be good for the badger to think him a bit dimwitted. He lay down to sleep.
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Post by benon on May 14, 2007 16:31:10 GMT -5
"Oh, once en ee great whoile Oi plunder vermin pirate ships, but not lately, me darlin Roley Mole got washed oop in ee hurrykane." Benon said. He bought a huge barrel of ale and rolled it over to the badger, trying to sort of make ammends for Xylon's purposefully stupid comments. "Hoi, big feller. Oi Molejack Benon, Benon to ee. That liddle wolf tyke over yonder didn' meen nutin by ee's foolish rantins, the drink gets to eem. Have a barrel of this yurr ale, good foiry stuff et is oi'll tell ee."
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Post by xylon on May 14, 2007 18:07:05 GMT -5
Once sitting down inside his tent, the wolf allowed the normal uncaring, emotionless look to slip back onto his features, digging out the liquor bottle from his sack. The alchohol didn't actually affect him, but the taste was good.
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Post by belko on May 14, 2007 21:55:21 GMT -5
Half way to the rest of his troops, he turned and acknowledged Benon "Ahhh, a molebeast, it has been long since I have encountered one of your kind," he said cooly, stopping the rolling barrel with a huge paw and pulling forth a regal-looking goblet from his armor. Poking a hole in the barrel of ale with a metal coated claw, he let the liquid pour into the goblet. Drinking long and deep, he looked up from the empty cup and said, "I apologize for not introducing my self, Sir Benon, I am Lord-General Drakmaw, dubbed Destroyer by my followers," motioning to the shadowy figures of the Doom Pikes. "For the most I am civil and kind to good beasts such as your self. But at times my given title is a tad more... accurate," he said with a devilish grin as he once more drank deep from his goblet of ale.
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