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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Serious RP => Topic started by: Senjiku Ayakashi on January 29, 2015, 12:29:43 AM
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Sen sat watch while the others carried about their business. He wasn't interested in the games or trades going on today. Hunting time ended an hour ago and he was waiting for Janine to return with the supplies. He had been told she left right after them, so her being later than the hunters were worrying him. "Gah she probably fell for the human children's catnip trick. I don't understand foxes and catnip." Sen continued arguing with himself becoming unconcerned about his surroundings. His weapon laid beside him on his perch, he was in his human-like form. He moved his paws side to side, mentally separating the Likes and differences between a fox and a cat. Still unaware, he started annoying himself just thinking about it. "How can children catch a full grown fox? I don't know maybe they're not as sly as believed to be!"
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Janine finally made her way back to the camp, two rather large sacks swung over her shoulders. She had a little hint of blood staining the fur on her left calf, though she seemed to pay it no mind as she walked. "Hey, Sen. I know I'm back a little bit late, but I got some good stuff." She let one bag drop to the ground, making a clattering sound. "Some firewood..." She let the other bag down more gently. "And some vegetables to eat."
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"there...." Jon said with a sigh, taking his steel sword off of the grindstone, his calls aching slightly from all the pedaling "done." With a sigh, he took the sword he was making, a short thing with someone's initials in it, and placed it on the table next to several other swords he was making, all of them lacking in their leather wrapping for their hilts. But he would do that later, if he had enough leather to do so. if not, he would ask Janine to find a cow, skin it, and tan the hide himself.
He heard footsteps outside his shop, his ears twitching slightly at the noise.
He stepped outside, offering Janine a warm smile as he slid his goggles to the top of his head
"Back from the hunt, eh? What'd ya get? Please tell me you got some potatoes..."
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Mal sat by the river, he had just finished washing himself, his fur was slightly damp, but had been straightened, and will dry by the time he returns to camp leaving it impressive looking and clean. He admitted it was an unnecessary waste of time, but he had time to waste, he found the herbs he needed much faster than he had feared. Smiling, He checked his bag one last time, comparing the herbs and berries within to the images in the worn out book he always took when finding the medical supplies he needed. "Grunberry, check, Franhndun, check, Dunnleaf, check, Rivermoss..." Mal reached into the river and pulled out what looked like a yellow weed, "Check" He carefully put the substance into his bag, it had multiple compartments, 8 total, 4 were now occupied, each by a different plant. Mal placed the book in one of the empty compartments, and sealed the bag. He then slung it over his shoulder, and made his way back to camp.
Approaching the camp he spotted Sen talking to Janine, he ignored the two, dropped off his supplies, and headed to straight Jon's shop."Jon, Is my sword ready?" he asked as he approached, either ignorant of his current conversation, or deliberately pretending it was not there...
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"Was hoping you had some potatoes for...personal uses."Jon raised a brow, turning to Mal. He was just making friendly conversation with Janine, and he would much rather prefer to talk shop.
"Yes." He said with a nod "it's done, though I'm running out of leather. What type did you want again? I've got a little cow hide left, let me go check if it's enough."
Without waiting for Mal's approval, he ducked back inside his shop, a blast of hot air coming from the door as he opened it.
A moment later, he came back out, holding Mal's sword and a strip of leather "yeah, just enough." He said, waving the leather around a bit "lemme put it on."
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Andrew sat up in a tall tree, looking down over where his pack was staying and keeping an overwatch of things; enjoying a few slices of jerky. It was homemade stuff, salty, chewy, and easy enough for his sharp teeth to shread apart, a good snack to tied things over while he was up here. This tree was his favorite spot, and up upon his perch he could see nearly everything; take mental notes of where everybody in his pack was or where they were going. Being up here also let him have some peace and quit without completely excluding himself from everyone else, but he tried not to make a trend of that. With a sigh the shark sat back against a branch, listening to the miscellaneous conversation of his pack below and wondering if anything interesting was actually going to happen today.
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Diton returned from the woods with his knapsack slung over his shoulder. He had just finished placing some snares and other traps in the woods. He walked over to a stump he had set a half carved bow next to. The white fox sat down and pulled a small knife from his bag and began whittling the bow some more. He had broken his other one last week during hunting time. He was about three-fourths of the way done with his mahogany masterpiece. Diton set the bow down as decided to finish it later. He makes his way over to Sen. "Anything out of the ordinary happen while I was gone?" Diton asked Sen out of curiosity.
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Meanwhile, somewhere not too far away and yet not too close...
"Now...I know what you must be thinking. Foxes tend to get a bad reputation. People, even among us non humans, tend to paint us foxes in a bad light." The fox said in a very matter-o-factly, "They listen to old fables and stories spun by spindling spinters that we are sly, untrustworthy tricksters. But rest assured nothing is farther from the truth. Tell me do I really look like anything but the paragon of honesty?"
The trio of wolves paused to peer at the vulpine from head to toe. The fox was of a bright orange pelt with a collection of spots and stripes.
His red waist coat was quiet worn as were his fingerless gloves. A leather otter hide belt cut deeply into the fur of his fleshy waist, proof that the vulpine was not always so...well fed.
And he had the smile that could charm a bear out of her cubs if he so desired. Or in this case, a pack of murderous wolves out of their gold.
That in itself was also a stereotype Rascal told himself. Just because these mangy furred wolves traveled armed with the most cruel looking assortment of curved knives, serated cutlasses, and morning star made from the skull of some poor human did not make them murderous bandits.
Even their clothing, which was a collection of animal hides stitched together with the bones of their enemies, should not allude to a possible banditry life. Poor dress and groom sure...evil...debatable...
"Like I said, paragon of honesty. Now let me tell you about this, " the fox produced a small stick from his coat.
"Its...a stick..." said the leader of this pack. He spoke in a tone that sugested that his already low reserve of patience was running out.
"A fire making stick!" the fox said happily like it was the greatest invention in the world. "Gaurenteed to light fires 99% of the time! Act now and I'll toss in a second Rascal's Fire Guarenteed Stick for the low cost of two coppers!"
The wolves stared at him blankly for a long moment. Did he really just try to sell them wood? The leader of the pack could not decide if that was insulting or insane...so instead the trio simply turned with out saying a word to the fox and began to walk away.
"Come on! I'll throw in a third stick for free! " Rascal whined very loudly as he watched them leave. "Well there goes my ticket. So where too next Rascal? Your a days walk away from civilization and you don't feel very inclined to sleep on the forrest floor like nature intended."
It had indeed been some time since he came through these parts. His last visit was...less than pleasent, but the lynch mob (formed under completely unfounded reasons to be sure) waiting for him in the last town he visited was even less pleasent.
Rubbing his chin while thinking about who in the area might know him well enough to let him stay, or not know him well enough to let him stay, the fox caught the scent of smoke.
It was faint but it shouldnt be hard for Rascal to follow it back to its source.
Fire ment people. People ment civilization. Civilization ment FOOD! The fox licked his chops, day dreaming about what kind of meals they might have ready to eat in these parts.
And so the fox picked up his things and trotted off into the trees, following the smell of campfire to its eventual source.
Who knew...maybe the people there were nice?
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Sen sat up before hoping of his perch to land near Janine. "Why in the world are you so late? I was about to come after you. You know that if you're late you drop whatever and run to camp. The slavers are constantly prowling!" Sen continued talking to Janine when Mal walked by, he didn't seem in too good of a move. Sen almost stopped him when the scent of blood hit his nose. "Janine are you hurt?" Sen circled around her looking for any signs of a wound, he didn't notice the blood on her calf as he didn't know if it came from the air or someone in camp.
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Janine felt too embarrassed to confess that she had indeed encountered a slaver on the way back home, and that she ended up getting struck with an arrow while she was trying to escape. She had too much pride to admit that she had acted foolishly and gotten herself into a dangerous situation. "I'm sorry, but I got too much good stuff to just drop it and run. I got potatoes, broccoli, celery, lettuce, even some carrots..." Listing off her goods gave her enough time to craft a quick excuse. "I'm not really hurt, by the way. I did end up tripping and getting stabbed by a sharp stick, but it's nothing serious. I can still walk."
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Jon went back into his shop, wrapping and braiding the leather around the hilt. He heard the word 'potatoes' from inside his shop and, his goggles still over his eyes, poked his head out through a window "oh cool! Can I have those?" He looked to her, smiling broadly "not many people like the taste of em here, sadly." He looked too happy. Who gets this excited over potatoes?
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Mal sighed, some people can be so... distracted, they knew they had what was wanted, but insisted on pausing for inane chatter and letting other people wait for them, he looked around, sometimes he felt like the only person (ignoring himself of course) with any real sense of duty around here was Sen. He wanted to say something to hurry things along, but that would be rude, so he waited.
He then noticed the blood from Janines wound, and sighed again, she was injured, and he knew it would fall to him to heal that injury, and he would do it to. why? Mal pondered this question for a couple of seconds, before brushing it aside, unanswered. they would have to come to him of course, he was not going to go out of his way to go to them, he didn't have time for that!
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Andrew had heard the exchange between the two below him, rolling his eyes as Sen produced a barrage of questions that hailed over Janine. Letting out a sigj and sitting up, he began his descent down, hopping quickly from branch to branch before reaching one just above them andletting his feet and tail dangle down. "Ahh c'mon give her a break Sen. Its not like any of us havent been late once or twice before. Besides, she came back safe and sound by the looks of it, with supplies that we needed too."
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After hearing all the commotion, Diton to not get involved. He was fairly new to the pack and didn't quite know his place yet. All he really did was catch a few meals. Because of this he decided it was probably best to finish his now. It's not smart to go to long without one. He sat back at his stump and continued wittling the stringless bow.
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"You want me to give her a break huh? Fine your break is being here in camp for a week. Eother that or your stuck only going out with me." Sen got calmer as he spoke. "We've already lost two, im not losing another. Go to Mal, you're hiding what's hurting, he'll fix you up." Sen moved over and grabbed the bags, carrying them up the path to the fire. "I'll cook tonight, unless anyone else wants to?"
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"I've got a batch of my special stuff! Should be done soon, in about an hour or two."
You remember that stuff, it smelled foul, tasted foul, and when you drank it, it made you feel dizzy. But it did make you feel warm and happy, which is probably why the humans are so fond of it.
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Janine let out a soft sigh as she walked away from Sen, staring down at her wound. It actually did hurt quite a bit, but she had tried her best not to let anyone see. Now that Sen had called her out on it, she didn't care anymore and winced as she took each step. 'I understand where he's coming from, cause we did lose some people, including... him. But I just hate how hard he is whenever I screw up even just a little bit. I guess I really shouldn't take it personally since he seems to be that way with everyone, but I just get tired of dealing with him.'
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Mal rolled his eyes, as Jon started to talk, and he glanced over to Janine, still she hides that wound, bloody idiot. Maybe I should go help her, after all I... He stopped that thought in its tracks, no he would NOT go to her, such a thing would be quite wrong, they went to him, that was that.
Mal moved up to the shop, and headed just inside, waiting for Jon, trying to make his impatience obvious but not so obvious as to be rude. It was always important to remain polite among friends...
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Andrew shook his head, hopping down from his branch and hitting the ground with a quiet "pad". He knew first hand that slavers were no joke, but to be berated at every mess up, scolded for the tiniest of mistakes got on his nerves and not just when it happened to him. But the conversation was done and over with and the shark didnt want to get involved any further and cause another fight. Besides, about now was the time he started his work out.
Stretching, he headed over to a practice dummy that was set up in a field not to far away, taking a stance before throwing a few hard punches into it with a loud growl.
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Not too far away, behind some bushes next to a tight cluster of trees a pair of yellow eyes watched the camp most intently.
Rascals tail twitched as he examined the camp its inhabitants. They were mostly foxes from what he could see. A few were familier, he may have traded with them In the past but it was so long ago since he visited these woods.
The smell of cooking food made the fox's swollen stomach growl. "Easy there, we will be having dinner soon." The fox said to himself. Rubbing his chin the vulpine thought about how best to approach this.
He could just walk down there like a sane and normal person and introduce himself. Tribes tended to keep to themselves though in these parts and looked at outsiders with a sense of parinoia. Rascal wanted to fill his tummy with yummi foods...not a spear thrown by some paniced backwater twit.
He could wait until nightfall and see if he could 'barrow' supplies, then pay them back with a ten percent discount from his shop in the morning!
But the fox was hungry now!
So what to do what to do.
As he thought about the problem a sly smile spread across his face. "It is crazy enough it might just work."
Taking off his coat and stuffing it into his duffle burlap sack he carried ths fox pulled out his vest from the same sack. it was a bit more well worn and not as flashy, if a bit tighter than the coat across his chest.
Taking paw fulls of dirt from the ground around him the fox began to pat himself down. Ruffling his fur to make himself more of a mess the fox giggled at his own idea.
Taking the sack in paw the vulpine then began to approach the camp. When he got closer he coughed once. Taking a deep breath Rascal then let out a loud yelp, "Help! Slavers! Slavers are after me!"
He allowed himself a quick chuckle before shouting again, "Help help! Slavers are out to get me!"
The fox then started running toward the camp, flailing his arms about as he did. Perhaps the camp would take pitty upon a poor helpless fox besieged by slavers...as opposed to a merchant out to get their gold...
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Beryl sat on a stump poking at the coals below his pot inside bubbled a stew he'd been working at for awhile now. All that was missing had just arrived or so he thought he had heard vegetables among the conversation. He always prefered to keep his ears out of others scoldings. He stood up and threw another log in the coals and walk toward sen meeting him along the path. "Anything good today, much as a meat stew might sound good im afriad probably be a bit better with a bit a greens in it" he turned his head toward the directions of shouting something about slavers. His ears shot straight up and and he emmited a curious growl "whats this" he said as a rather dingy looking fox came scrambling outta the woods.
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In the distance large amounts of black smoke pours out of the tree tops only a kilometer in the north. Shortly after the smoke starts an Otter wearing ripped and burned cloths limps his way towards the camp. His right arm is in a sling and his left leg has a makeshift splint on it. The unfamiliar otter makes it to the edge of the camp before mumbling something and collapsing to the ground.
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Sen set the bags down quickly, immediately realizing his bow was on his perch. He quickly ran towards the entrance, a quarter of the way, he drew his longsword and had it trailing behind him. Once at the opening he flicked his wrist sqinging the blade around to face the fox. "Mal check on the burnt fool. Now, name thyself and state your intentions." Sen had shifted his stance to a more threatening one. His feelings toward the earlier conversation had made his patience short.
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Jam turned around and began watching the events with the otter unfold from a distance. She considered going over there to make sure everything was all right, but she hesitated, not wanting to go near Sen and irritate him further. "I better just get myself treated for this wound..." She decided to go see Mal and get her injury checked out.
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Jon finally Handed Mal his sword, and just when he was about to check it, Sen needed him. he put the sword in its sheath, and moved quickly to the otter, "Janine! as you appear to be going in the right direction can you grab my medical supplies and bring them down here, I don't want to move this guy, just wait there for a sec so I can figure out what we need" He yelled, he then checked the otters injuries.
"right arm broken, left leg... serious burns all over" he mumbled, he then looked behind him and went back to yelling "JANINE, fetch all the Dunnleaf I have, I restocked today so there should be enough for his burns, fetch some Endersgen" Mal paused for a second, "also fetch some Englsbark, its what I use for open wounds, he wont need much of it but bring a lot of it over here anyway. Also standard healing supplies, cloth, pestle and mortar, you know the rest"
Mal remained next to the otter, and watched him, a serious expression on his face. "he should live" Mal stated, after a long delay "can't say much more than that though."
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Andrew stared at the smoke as it rose above the trees, his eyes shifting as one person called out "slavers", another collapseing in a field. A sense of fear and dread washed over him as he began to sprint towards his tree, pushing past others as he reached its base. It didnt take long for him to accend the branches, climning up quickly and perching himself at the top. "It dosent appear they were followed." Andrew called down as his eyes glanceing along the tree line. "But i wouldn't get to comfortable yet."
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The plump and pudgy Rascal came to a skidding halt when the blade was leveled at him. "Whoa! Whoa! Hey now, let's take it easy now." He was prepaired for a reaction like this.
Rascal was not however prepaired for the second person to stumble through the woods and collapse from an actual slaver attack! "Well then..." The fox said simply. This kind of threw a kink into his plans. "Uh...what he said. Slavers! Yes! Came out of no where! Dozens of them! All the screaming and yelling and...slavering. It all happened so fast!"
The fox tried to push the blade away from his neck with two fingers, "So why don't we point that thing away from me and focus on getting out of here, ai?" In the pit of his stomach Rascal was feeling a real sense of dread.
If there were slavers here then he had no desire to stay here and get caught because he tried to con his way into a bowl of stew. He cant exactly back out easily either though...not now.
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Beryl turned on a dime and sprinted back towards the cook fire turning over the log along the edge of the cooking area revealing a hollowed out portion underneath and a sword inside. He quickly loosened the leather strap holding it in place he removed the blade and tied it around his waist as he ran back to sen and the fox. He drew the blade as he stared over the foxes shoulder and into the forest behind well still keeping keeping the fox in the corner of his eye. "What do we got" He asked sen. He heard the fox speaking to sen as he was getting his sword but was too far away to make out what he said. He glanced over his shoulder for a moment and returned his attention infront of him. That guy sounds pretty tore up he thought to himself
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The otter notices someone near him and starts to struggle only to find that this stranger is trying to help him. The otter calms down and tries to remain still as he is being treated, looking up at this new friend he says one thing "placet auxilium" with that he moves his free arm to pull out a chunk of gold and drops it by the stranger "accipere hanc"
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Senjiku moved the blade slightly to scare his hand away from it. "So you're telling me that you ran here thinking we'd help all because you ran from slavers. I'm slightly not believing your story. Signal fires are simple to make, so whats to say you two arent accomplices and something went wrong?" Sens body language said he'd strike if proviked but he didn't want to kill anyone. He watched where the smoke was coming from before making a decision. Beryl, escot this fox into the camp, im going to see whats going on."
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Janine felt rather uneasy about the entire situation. She felt like she didn't know what was going on. They didn't usually have anyone just stumble into their camp, so it was unsettling. However, whoever showed up seemed to be injured, so she still had to help get the medical supplies. She rushed as fast as her leg would allow her and began collecting supplies together to treat everyone, including herself.
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Mal watched Janine limp off, and then turned back to the otter.
Mal appeared to ignore the gold bar, it didn't interest him at that point, he had an injured man to worry about "Stop trying to move, you will make the damage worse. Here, let me roll you onto your back" Carefully, Mal rolled the otter over carefully, trying to minimize the discomfort, "That probably hurt a little, but you should be more comfortable now, I don't want to you to make that arm worse, and on your front you were practically crushing it. Don't try to move, but also don't tense up, let your body move if it wants to move, just don't force it to. My herbs should be here any moment, and then I can start fixing this." Not having anything else he could immediately do, Mal took a moment to look around the camp and observe what was happening with the other newcomer, the fox.
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Andrew narrowed his eyes as he watched the smoke pour into the sky, a scowl coming over his face. Slavers. Worthless scum that deserved the worst deaths imaginable. Just the thought of them made his blood boil and the idea of cracking a few of their skulls in pleased him. But still, he would have to contain himself, control his anger for he did not want to bring anymore trouble to his new pack. Letting out a low growl, the shark descended down the tree and landed silently on the ground, trotting over to Sen. "If you are going to check it out then I am to. We can watch each others backs."
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Beryl twisted his blade around so that the flat of the blade rested against the back of his arm. "This way" he said to the fox motioning toward the camp. He led the fox to the center of the camp making sure to keep him away from the blacksmiths shop. "You can have a seat here if you'd like" he waved his hand in the direction of a stump on the ground. "Whats your name?" He asked, "im gonna have to ask you to surrender your weaponry until we get this sorted" he looked the fox over "somebody did a number on you"
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The Otter does as Mal says and tries to stay as still as I can. Finally saying "It didn't *Cough, cough* It didn't hurt that bad"
Trying not to move but at the same time trying to stay awake. "I... I owe you.... My life"
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Huzzah! The otter will live! The plump fox merchant though however is sure that he himself will die as he is led away by the large tiger.
This was a bad plan! What was he thinking? They were going to find out he was just trying to mooch food from them and then they were going to kill Rascal and make his fur into a hat!
Rascal was quick to plant his tail on the stump where he fidgited most uncomfortably. "W-what?" he asked, "Oh! Oh! Yes! Weapons! Slavers! Both a bad combination. Speaking of slavers...should we...should we not be moving to somewhere, um, safer?" He chuckled most nervously.
This was a nightmare in the making for the fleshy red fox. Who wouod have known that REAL slavers would appear? Now, instead of taking off like a sane person he was trapped here and had to rely on these...these tribal muts...and tigers...and shark-thing to protect him!
He was doomed for sure!
Almost as an after thought the fox reached behind him. He produced the knife in its holster. "You...sure I can't hang on to this?"
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Sen noticed Andrew approach, "I'd prefer you stay back, but unlike the others you don't listen. Anyway, we're only viewing the scene. . . Move quietly and swiftly. I don't want any unnecessary bloodshed, if either of us get hurt we're put in a very bad situation. Got it? Lets go!" Sen jumped into the first tree he came to; they weaved their way through the trees to the smoke. There was yelling and screaming that couldn't be heard from the camp. "This is horrible. . ." Sen watched a lone trapper walk his way with a cub badly beaten. The smoke covered his figure as he stood up, he drew his scythe and dropped it in front of the trapper. When he came in reach Sen yanked up on the blade shearing straight through the mand face, skin bones and all. It went through clean. Sen jumped down and grabbed the small cub in his arms before hoping back into the trees where he waited for Andrew.
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"Don't try to talk, you can thank me when You can walk again..."
Janine returned with the the supplies Mal needed, he immediately set about healing the otter, dabbing him with strange herbs. Immediately, the burns appear less severe, but the broken bones and physical injuries would still take some time to heal...
Satisfied the Otter would recover, Mal stood up. "I need to get him somewhere comfortable, anyone got a bed I can borrow?"
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Andrew half rolled his eyes but nodded. He knew he wasnt the best when it came to following orders, but when it came to things like this, to slavers, he didnt care what Sen told him to do. The shark was glad though he didnt have to argue with the fox this time. Jumping up into the tree after his leader, Andrew followed suit, arriving next to Sen as soon as he pulled the child up. "That was a risky move, you should of waited for me to spot you. But lets see what we are dealing with here." The shark said, peering down into the burning camp.
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Kalan took the knife from the fox as he watched sen ad andrew disappear into the tree. "You'll get it nack when we figure out whats going on. So what happened out there, how many slavers are out there." He slid his sword back into its sheath as he looked around. "You still haven't given a name." He noticed the fox was uneasy but after slavers who wouldn't be a little restless. "What's his name" he asked pointing toward the otter. Suddenly a question bombarded his mind. "Why did you come from that way when the camp is over that way?" He rested his hand on the pommel of his blade.
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The otter lays still slipping in and out of consciousness. He is unable to pay attention to what is going on around him... His mind was seized with
unparalleled fear and he saw memories of home flashing before him.
{Flashback begins} His day started like everyday. He woke up early to watch the sunrise followed by a quick swim and then he went to work with whatever his tasks were. On this day he was to cut down some birch trees so his tribe could build a canoe to trade. With his hatchet in one paw, some food in his pouch, and some rope on his shoulder he went out to find the trees he needed. After cutting a few down the otter sat to eat the nuts that he brought with him. Before he could even get a bite he heard a loud noises coming from his tribe. He hurried over to see all of the teepees on fire and his people in chains. Filled with rage and letting out a battle cry he throws his hatchet in the back of the furless creature that was taking his proud people. The otter then pounced on the nearest one and started hitting him repeatedly until he felt a sharp pain in his side. Falling over he is surrounded by the enemy and beaten and cut but not killed. Once alone the otter left his home, the only place he has known his entire life and walked, limped, until he found this camp. {Flashback end}
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Back in the present at the camp the pot bellied fox began to sweat. That was the trouble with risky harebrained ideas. They had the chance of exploding in your face with deadly consiquences.
It would have been simple really, to convince these backward uncivilized heathens that Rascal was indeed attacked by slavers or bandits. But with the presence of the otter and real slavers it added a whole new variable that Rascal didn't even consider.
The air was filled with adrenolin right now. One wrong slip of the tongue and these beasts will see him for the con man he is, or worse...think he is working with the slavers.
"Oh...right. um..." the fox seemed transfixed on the blade at the tigers hip. He could very well imagine what the sword could do to him. Worse, what the tribe planned to do with him even if they believed this story. Oh this was a horrible idea. A horrible stupid idea!
"Rascal. Er. My name is Rascal. I...don't know the other guy. I didn't know I was near a village until he came bursting out of the woods. " his face lit up, with a sly smile the fox leans backward, using his paws to support himself behind him. "I'm a traveling merchant from the east. I was coming through the woods when I was accosted by slavers. They must have been a scouting party. Either way they found the belongings I had dropped to be more valuable than my miserable hide. I don't suppose I could trouble you for some water?"
The fox needed the water to wash down his own words.
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Sen took a deep breath, the blood and smoke were messing with him. It wouldnt be long before he started having flashbacks, but he believed he could control himself for a few minutes. "Honestly it seems as if someone aided them, more importantly theres no signs of forced entry. They're way too close to camp, we'd best head. . ." A loud shout rank throughout the camp. "OVER ERE BOYS!!" The slavers had spotted Sen and Andrew. "Split, you head back ill lure them away. I'll take the boy to keep the choice simple for them." Sen leapt off the branch they were all on into the field where three men had gathered so far.
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Mal lifted the otter onto a low bed, and checked his pulse. steady. there no obvious life-threatening wounds... the otter should recover without issue.
"Janine, show me your leg" Mal quickly patched up her leg, the wound was not serious, but it was painful. "If you had left this much longer it could have got infected. I once had to amputate an infected leg... do you get what I am saying? well, your fine now, try to avoid applying presure to that leg, and it will be good as new in a couple of days" Mal sent Janine away, and then sat by the otter, "If you want to talk now is a good time." Mal paused "oh of course... your unconscious" Mal leaned back, and waited.
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Andrew was going to protest, but thought better of it, giving a nod instead. "Ok, but if you arnt back within an hour, I'm coming back for you." He watched as Sen headed off with the boy, turning back and hopping through the trees once he lost sight of him. The shark hoped things would be ok, the last thing their group needed were more dead, let alone their leader. But for a fraction of a moment he got to caught up in his thoughts, a moment of distracting himself and not paying attention to the situation around him. Andrew didnt even hear the snap of the bow until the arrow hit him. The force and surprise of it caused him to loose his footing on on a limb, falling and smacking a few branches as he plummeted out of the tree.
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Beryl dropped into a crouch at when rascall smiled. He sat like that for several minutes well he studied him. He rested his hand on the pommel of his blade twisting it. "Wait here" he said as he went and got a wooden cup with water in it. Returning he handed the cup to rascall. "These are pretty harsh wooods for a merchant"
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The otter wakes a little in significantly less pain. He watches the situation, unable to move much at all. Wondering if he is safe here he shuts his eyes to rest more but can not sleep. He looks up at the one they call Mal and tries to speak. "My name.... My name is Nylo"
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Gratefull for the water the fox began to guzzle it from the cup. "Oh you don't have to tell me twice." Rascal leaned bqck on the stump once again. "And being chased by slavers let me tell you, is not the worst thing to happen to me." the pot bellied creature wipes his muzzle on his arm when he is done.
"Speaking of slavers. What are we going to do if...if they come here? Don't you have a place to hide...or flee too?" Rascals wide toothed smile did nothing to hide the nervousness in his voice. Rascal doubted a beast softened by a cushy life style would last long as a slave...
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Sen weaved through the few slavers he ran into, he cut straight towards the city. His intentions were getting thrown around inside of his head, He knew he could eliminate these few. He was only scared of what those around him would think when he came back covered in their blood. "Gah!" Sen tripped and luckily before the large axe slammed into the base of a tree he had been next to. He was back on his feet in an instant his small katana drawn. He'd have to finish this quickly, when he spotted his attacker he soon realized that this wasnt ending soon. "I dont have time for this. . ." Sen ducked under another large axe flew towards his chest, seeking to bury itself in his rough hide
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"mal" The wolf looks down at his patient "So... What happened? Slavers?"
Mal stands up, and grabs a glass of water. "You should drink, it will help you get your strength back"
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Andrew hit the the ground with a hard thud, a crack coming from his torso and pain shooting through his body. He clutched his stomach and probed around it with his fingers, letting out a pained whine when he found the source of the pain. He had at least two cracked ribs, along with the arrow that was jutting out of his side and a few bruises that were surly covered by his armour. The shark didn't have much more time to review over himself though. Three figures appeared around him, swords and chains in their hands and evil smiles on their faces. One sat off a little ways, drawing back another arrow in his bow. Getting shakily to his feet, Andrew took a stance, eyeing down each one of the slavers as they began to close in on him. He'd be damned if he let them take him.
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beryl stared off in the distance for several minutes wishing he been able to go with sen and andrew. It had been a long time since he'd been in a fight and he longed for some action again. He shifted his attention back to rascal. We have no where to hide fleeing is an option but likely we will have to stand and fight". He knelt back down in front of him, "would you like our medic to take a look at you"?
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In a week voice the otter says as he takes the cup "Thank you.... I am Nylo by the way... and I do not know who attacked us... they were not of our tribes, or even our enemies tribes. I have never seen these people before" Finishes the water.
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Rascal looked pale from the thought of having to fight. Little did he know that the battle was already engaged elsewhere.
"N-no no. I'm fine. Honest." The fox gestured to the otter, "Save the healing for those that need it."
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Sen growled slashing at the burly mans hide armor, but barely scratched it. "hm I need to find a weak spot. . . Not going to be easy." He jumped into a tree and hid the small boy behind the tree. "Alright time to die!" Sen jumped down and slashed downwards at the axe seeking his fur again. The collision knocked his balance and he landed on his back.
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Mal's ears perk up "Sounds like there is a fight going on outside..." Mal looks at the otter "whomever they are we will find out soon enough..."
Mal moves over to a nearby table, grabs his crossbow, and puts it over his shoulder. "just in case...". He walks back to Nylon. "Do you think you could walk if you needed to?"
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Each breath Andrew took shuddered painfully out of his mouth, but he would not let that break his concentration. He waited, perfectly still, as the slavers closed in around him, and when the first got close enough he struck. Andrews fist made connection with the first slavers nose, the chain he carried dropping to the ground as he recoiled in pain. The shark pushed another one back with a swift kick to their chest, delivering an uppercut afterwards that sent the sprawling into a tree. He made sure to keep himself between the last huma standing and the archer, turning to face them and move along to keep himself out of the shot. The slaver raised his sword and brought it down, clashing against Andrews forearm bracer. The shark was about to follow up with a punch when a chain wrapped around his neck, pulling him back and cutting off his air supply. The first slaver recovered faster then expected, and all Andrew could do was watch in horror as the human in front of him brought the sword down across his chest.
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Nylo waits till Mal gets close then sits up and grabs him, pulling him close to me as I grab his cross bow. "Stay still... Hold your breath..." Nylo uses Mal as support as he hold the crossbow steady and fires it. Out of nowhere a gust of wind blows threw the camp turning the bolt until it hits one of the humans in front of Rascal in the head.
Nylo lays back down breathing heavily, smiling when he hears the fatal scream of his enemy. With his eyes now shut he mumbles something before asking Mal to reload the crossbow.
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Rascal reacts as one might normally expect one to react when an arrow goes flying past his snout.
He gets up, beats his chest and lets out a heroic war cry before leaping into the battle!
Well, not really. Rascal screams like a little kid and dashes toward his fellow beasts on all fours. For such a heavyset fox Rascal moves rather quickly when the need calls for. He slides behind a tree stump and falls to his belly. His tail sticking in the air and his paws over his eyes. "Some one save me!"
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The Slaver was readying a strike, when he stumbled cause of Sens dagger. It must've slipped off when he dodged the first axe. Sen got on his feet quickly and prepared to attack. He planned to aim low and hook his dagger throwing it away so he could get a short distance between him and the slaver.
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Mal stared in astonishment at Nylo "How... how did you..." Mal stood up straight, and began to reload the crossbow. "That was quite a shot, where did you learn to do that?"
Mal's crossbow was not often used, but was obviously kept clean, polished, and well looked after. the mechanism was smooth, and by the time Mal had finished speaking a new bolt was already in place.
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Andrew hissed in pain as the steel sliced through his leather armor, the blade dragging along his skin underneath. He kicked quickly at the slaver with the sword, pushing the human back while the shark head butted the one with the chain behind him. Turning around swiftly, Andrew grabbed him and a head lock and twisted his head, a sick crack emitting from the slavers broken neck. Not wasting any time, he ducked forward and picked up the chain, taking a swing at the remaining slaver and wrapping the metal around his neck, pulling it tight until the human stopped struggling. Only when he turned to look at the archer did he realize his mistake. One arrow struck into his calf, another piercing his chest plate as the archer fled back into the woods. The shark didnt give chase. Clutching his side, he cried out, pain corsing through his body as he limped back to camp. "Mal! Beryl! Get you weapons ready!" He yelled, collapsing and stumbling across the ground.
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Nylo looks up at the medic. "I think they might need you..." He tries to get up but is unable to walk do to his injuries. "I can take care of myself from here on out. Thank you for all that you've done." Nylo sits and tries to come up with a plan to be useful.
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The fat bellied Rascal still dares to open one eye from where he lays on the ground with his tail sticking up in the air.
If there was one slaver there were bound to be more coming. And soon. He could try ans run for it but in all honesty his chances were higher for escape here, with these people.
"Blast it! All I wanted was a cup of stew!" He wails. Picking himself up he runs to Mal. "Do you lot have a ...have a...safe area or ...or some place we can hide? We are standing out in the open! Any one can just come up and-"
The fox swiveled his around to andrews call, ears standing tall in fright. "It's one of them! Quick! Shoot it! Shoot it!" The fox leaps behind Mal and points a shaky paw in Andrews general direction.
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Mal dashes outside and raises the crossbow... then lowers it. "That appears to be Andrew..."
Mal moves over, and glances around... "how far behind~" Mal suddenly raises the crossbow, and shoots, a bolt sticks out of a slavers stomach, somewhere just behind Andrew. "Ah, that far..." Mal turns to Rascal "And you have good eyesight."
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(O.o I see we stalled out again.)