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Post by Silas on Apr 30, 2007 19:04:24 GMT -5
Silas certainly pitied the wolf for what he's been subjected to, but he knew he probably deserved it. He drew forth a jar, filled with a rank-smelling substance, which he put some on his hands and wiped himself with it, the stench certainly better than being burnt alive. The liquid immediately remidied his sensation from the Reddust. He then looked at the wolf. "Do ye think I should save 'im, Belko?" he asked, because it was Belko who was being threatened first by the wolf.
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Post by belko on Apr 30, 2007 19:07:07 GMT -5
The bluetailed squirrel looked over at Xylon, then back at Silas. "Course ye should mate. And' while yer doin' that I'll help an' ye can introduce yerself!" he said with a grin.
((This is the point where you can start giving me details about his journey thing))
((Cya Xylon I gotta go to, bye Silas))
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Post by Silas on Apr 30, 2007 19:13:53 GMT -5
((Everyone's leavin...))
He regretfully dumped the antidote over the unconsious wolf, then adressed Belko.
"Well, My name's Silas Hawkeye. I was goin' back up north when I saw ye here and decided to help. The reason I went down here was because I'm in search of an Island across the great western sea, said to hold many things upon its shore... Anything a beast could wish for, it was said." He explained, not bothering to help spread the liquid out over the suffering, unconsious form of Xylon.
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Post by belko on May 1, 2007 18:14:23 GMT -5
Belko's eyebrow raised, "Weeell I just may be the beast te help ye mate! I'm a mercenary and expert.... eh... acquiror of items," he said with a pause. "I mean I may need some motivation..."he said, supposedly to himself," But I think I ken 'elp!"
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Post by Silas on May 1, 2007 18:36:03 GMT -5
"Might need help along the way... and I'm sure we could find payment once we arrive at the journey's end." Silas replied, wondering how a squirrel could become a mercenary.
OOC: That was random... edited.
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Post by xylon on May 1, 2007 20:44:20 GMT -5
OOC: To avoid awkward moments, send your character into unconsciousness!
"So, which candidate do you think is the prettiest?" "Well, zurr Abbot, Oi's bee dinkin' it's dat dere sleek brown mouseymaid." "...That's Skipper." *Molewife randomly falls unconscious*
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Post by belko on May 3, 2007 16:10:40 GMT -5
((That is random. Say, we just gave you a antidote so.... you can wake up now.))
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Post by xylon on May 4, 2007 17:36:58 GMT -5
Xylon bent up. He had a headache but the burning sensation was much better. As the wolf's vision cleared, he looked around to see the two squirrels conversing. He quickly stood up, holding a claw to his head and searching around for his haversack.
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Post by Silas on May 6, 2007 15:37:33 GMT -5
Silas put a paw upon his sword hilt nervously, ready for a fight if the wolf was to try anything. He stood his ground and watched the injured beast roam about, presumeably for his haversack.
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Post by xylon on May 6, 2007 19:11:56 GMT -5
Upon picking the haversack up, Xylon looked about for his weapons, putting them into the pack one by one. He sat down on the grass, remaining silent until he took a small orange ball from his belt, and handed it to Silas. "Here. Take it."
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Post by Silas on May 6, 2007 20:10:49 GMT -5
Silas caught it, examining the orange ball, turning it over in his paws. "What is it?" He asks, having never seen such like it before. He was thrown off by the wolf's sudden change, but remained wary of any tricks.
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Post by xylon on May 6, 2007 20:18:53 GMT -5
The wolf, still not looking at either of the squirrels, turned away and began to walk off of the short hill. "It's a bomb."
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Post by Silas on May 6, 2007 20:39:22 GMT -5
Silas swiftly chucked it out at the wolf as the words left his mouth. He knew what a bomb was. He knew how one worked. In fact, one of the items he quested for was, in fact, some kind of explosive.
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Post by xylon on May 7, 2007 5:40:39 GMT -5
The wolf kept on walking, lazily catching the ball is it came without looking back. "But it wasn't armed." After making what looked like a clenching movement with the orange orb, Xylon tossed it back to the squirrel. "Now it's armed."
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Post by belko on May 7, 2007 18:29:27 GMT -5
Belko instantly went on guard with his sword and blowpipe in his paws. He glared intensely at the wolf as he lumbered on. It was pretty obvious Xylon was simply going to throw it back, but Belko hesitated, thinking maybe the wolf was a little more grateful than he appeared.
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