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Post by Lisolette on Jul 8, 2010 11:30:32 GMT 5
Blooud pouring out of his mouth, Rootarkin answered the Abbess, "A rat...Oi saw 'im tryin' to run away from the battle and Oi followed 'im...'Ee knocked my club out o' me paws and then 'ee grabbed 'ee's dagger and..." He glanced at Soiler. Before closing his eyes and exhaled, "Could one of ye take Soiler awayz? Oi needs to talk to Abbess Nutmug alone..."
Slynch slid off of Nyx and grabbed the baby molebabe, "'Ello, strangah!" Smiling softly, the weasel tickled Soilers belly before handing him to Malum and climbing up the bird.
Foremole Rootarkin didn't open his eyes as he talked the Mother Abbess, "Oi tink this is my last hour, Abbess..." He coughed out some blood, "Lil' Soilers to young to be a Foremole...I was wonderin' if ye could appoint Miz Terra Soricomorpha for me...Just as temporary Foremole, of course...Unless Soiler does nay became a good leader. Oi love 'im, but if keepin' 'im a regular mole is the best for moi crew, then so be it." He held the squirrels paw and squeezed it, "Oi want ye to take care of lil' Soiler..." He coughed up some more blood, "The poor lil' babe...'Ee lost his mum...'is pa is missin'...And now 'ee lost 'is guardian...But at least..." He coughed, but no blood came out, "...At least 'ee'll 'ave another'un...An the Mum Abbess as'un, too!" He chuckled, "Oi'll bet that'll be somethin' 'ee'll definetly will want'un to tell 'is gran'moles...If 'ee 'as'un...Oi 'ope 'ee does..." Rootarkin smiled.
(ooc: Should or should I not kill of Foremole? I'm going to make a poll of whether I should or whether I shouldn't.)
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Post by phrostphyre on Jul 8, 2010 22:36:27 GMT 5
Convel watched as the ferret tickled Soiler, and Foremole Rootarkin lay dying, his life blood spilling upon the ground. Convel took Rupert aside and left him with orders before stalking off into the woods, sword drawn and snout held to the breeze. A rattish scent led to the south. Taking off running, Convel disappeared in a flash of tartan and black.
Rupert, however wasn't so sure of what his laird was doing. He wanted to avenge Rootarkin, yes. Understandable, but going off, alone, wounded, and exhausted from a fight? Someone was nuts, but it was not his place to question the MacTire.
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Post by Malum on Jul 9, 2010 0:12:28 GMT 5
"COME ON!" Malum yelled, pulling Silex and Abbess Nutmeg on the Bird. She pulled Foremole up carefully and pulled Taffy up too. Nyx smiled and took off, fast but steadily. She flew towards Redwall with all speed and within 2 minutes, she was there and she dove down to the grounds."
OOC: Lissy, you should post on the Redwall One, and I'll post on both, because of Skipper and everyone else.
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Post by Lisolette on Jul 9, 2010 9:49:32 GMT 5
(ooc: Coo'. But may I stay here to play with the Hoopper squirrels and Lissy? Oh, and Phrosty, Slynch is a weasel.  ) BIC: Springpetal watched from a distance as the Foremole was taken away on the wings of a raven. Her elder sister, Akeline, appeared next to her, "Abbess Nutmeg offered to us'sns a visit to Redwall." She told the blonde squirrelmaid. Springpetal shrugged, and went back to her Hoopper squirrel dialect. She preferred not to talk like her people, it just sounded so primitave, "It be yer job to decide if'ns we goes to Redwall, sis." Akeline didn't respond. It was then that Convel went after Rootarkins attacker. Akeline sighed, "C'mon, we'sn'ns better get the squirrels together. It won' be right if we don' accept the Abbess's invitation and have a meal." -~*~- The rat that attacked Rootarkin was Swiftkills second-in-command, Bladeswipe. He was as deadly and clever as Awoone, only the rat held more patience then his leader, and he preffered a spike rather then a longsword. His nose was sensitive to all scents, and when somebeast was plotting to kill him, it seemed as if his accute sense of smell rose to an astonishing peak. Bladeswipe took in a big breath, smelling a beast that was coming his way, and fast... Bladeswipe blinked as he recognized the smell-a wolf. |
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Post by phrostphyre on Jul 12, 2010 0:06:54 GMT 5
The scent grew stronger and Convel slowed, then circled around to come from the enemy's flank. The kilt, the hunting pattern, helped him disappear, as did the plaid he had put over his shoulder as he ran. Ducking behind a tree, Convel waited for the pissant to make a move.
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Post by Lisolette on Jul 12, 2010 11:13:42 GMT 5
Bladeswipe grabbed his spike before taking out his sling, which was hidden in his shirt. Even though he preferred the spike, he'd always make room for a sling. Slowly, Bladeswipe loaded a rock into his sling, and spun around. With one swing, the rock hurtled to the direction in which the wolf scent was coming from.
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Post by phrostphyre on Jul 13, 2010 2:10:50 GMT 5
The rock flew into the tree, hitting it with a thud. Stepping out from behind it, Convel's sword and dirk were drawn, and his plaid was hanging behind him, facilitating ease of movement.
"Ye killed the mole. Ken, then, that I call upon ye tae face me as his avenger. I shall send ye tae your death this day." With a face like Death, Convel started circling, keeping his nose to the air and any scents playing out.
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Post by Lisolette on Jul 15, 2010 9:45:49 GMT 5
Fear entered Bladeswipes face as Convel appeared, his face as grim as the Reaper itself. The rat gulped, before shaking himself. It was just a stupid wolf that couldn't talk right. Why should he be scared of some lump of meat with fur covering it? The rat smirked at Convel and drew out his nail. Pointing at the Highlander, Bladeswipe narrowed his eyes, "The moler had it comin', wolf. The fool should've stayed in the hole he was born in, but instead he decided to have a brush with danger and attacked me. He deserved it, fool. All idjits do." Bladeswipe snorted, waiting for Convel to make the first move. He moved to every direction Convel stepped to. If the wolf was to the south, Bladeswipe turned south, and if Convel paced west, then the rat would face west.
Bladeswipe the rat was ready.
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Post by phrostphyre on Jul 18, 2010 5:03:34 GMT 5
Convel rushed to the left, then started to feint to the right, but it appeared to be a straight left, but Convel actually went right. Slashing low with the sword, Convel stabbed high with his dirk.
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Post by Lisolette on Jul 18, 2010 11:51:49 GMT 5
Bladeswipe, with his keen senses, knew that Convel was actually to his right. The rat jumped out of the way of the wolfs weapons easily, before wriggling his rump and jumping. The leap was so high that he went over Convels head, and while still in air lashed out with his nail at the wolfs neck. Bladeswipe grinned and landed on his footpaws. He smirked and spun around to see the damage he had done.
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