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Bloodbane gazed upon her own little band of vermin. They only consisted
of five, not including herself. Her second in command, Blackclaw, a
sinewy fox was an expert sniper. Dolto, a large weasel, was exceptional
at hand-to-hand combat, or brawling. Bladeclaw, a ferret, could throw a
knife over 200 yards, and hit a rat in the eye. Blunfang, a skiny stoat,
used to be a poisoner, but now is effective in any close battles. The
last of her hand picked group, is Culrud.
No one knows if he’s an otter or a weasel, because he looks like both,
and is so menacing, that no one ever asks him. He can change his face,
and other’s faces to be a rat, otter, weasel, or even a squirrel. Many
times those beasts have pulled through, and proven their loyalty to
Bloodbane, in all adventures.
Bloodbane realized that this adventure, will take more than my
companions. “Sit tight and listen up!” She commanded to them. “We have
an adventure, that I wish to do..” “Aww, can’t us jus’ ‘av one momen’
t’res’?”complains Blunfang. “Naww, ‘is she wants more of dat treasure,
‘specially ye.” sneers Blackclaw. “Enough! We’ll leave in one sunrise.
Pack up, while I get some more hordebeasts to join us.” As she’s
ordering, she noticed the group grumbling. “Blackclaw, come with me, the
rest of you....Get yeselves movin!”
Blackclaw and Bloodbane go one by one, picking out each beast, until
exactly three score are picked. The newcomers are energized, and are
ready to go. The next morning, they all leave, carrying as little food
as possible.At noon, they have reached a big oaken stump. The
hordebeasts start pulling out food, and munching, while listening to
their leader, Bloodbane
“Now, we are to go stir up some trouble. I hear that there is some
outrageous,and boastful scum, that needs to be taught who's boss!. You
are my crew. I expect all of you to be loyal, fierce, and will all die
if I say so!” Bloodbane camly spoke to the beasts. There is a silence as
she continued to tell them of their duties. “Now, there is 66 of us.
Hmmmmm. My own beasts will take 10 beasts each. Blackclaw split them up.
Quiet! I have asked Cral Donur, the much respected Moniter lizard, to
accompany us. He shall only bring 4 others, and I want no harrassment
from you to them! Is that
understood?” “Aye!” cried the evil lot. “Are we going to show those
scum-eating, frogged-nosed, clumsy greenbacks no merc?” “Aye!” “Everyone
follow their captain, paint your faces red and black, and be prepared to
move exactly when the sky turns orange!” “Yes m’am!” replied the eager beasts.
Bloodbane watched all of the scrambling to settle in, and the
disorganized vermin mulling about. She grabbed a large weasel. “I want
you to be in command over this rabble! Send all of my officers to me.”
She told him. She watched him run off, and returned to her small
make-shift shelter, under some rocks. She took out her dirk, and admired
its keen edge, and tailored handle. “Marm, ye want’d t’see us?” inquired
Blunfang. “No, thickskull, I just sent that oaf to find you for fun!”
Bloodbane replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Take a seat all of
you. This is what we’re going to do!” Thus, she started to draw out her
plans, with all the captains watching intently. • • • • • • • • • • • •
Talsar sat, listening to the report of a rat. He displayed the
nightmare of a dibbun and any other beast. This great weasel was covered
in barbaric splendors; his head, topped with a bloodied
bandana; his belt was decked with cutlasses, and daggers; and his claws
were sharpened to a deadly point. Talsar had just arrived at this island
of booty, and was determined to defeat it. But,
he’d change that! He had only three ships, but with about 300
vermin...he was ready to rule. “Sir, I did as ye ask’d and there’s no
news of any attack attempt on us...we’re frien’s now, when ye
rule...right?” said the rat, Brownfang. “Wrong.” replied the weasel, as
he turned and ran Brownfang through. The dying rat had a look of
surprise, while his killer kept talking. “I ‘ave no friends, an’
‘specially no turncoats!” sneered Talsar. He was ready to attack. He
walked out of his cabin, and anounced his plans to his crew. “Har, har,
mateys!We will be the top slice! Nobeast wll be foolish enough
t'challenge us!”laughed the corsair. His army cheered him on. “We attack
in two days! Meantime...sharpen yer weapons an’ git ready fer
plunderin’!” He shouted. Talsar smiled as his beasts cried out their war
cries. “Talsar! Talsar! Kill! Kill! Kill!” • • • • • • • • • • • •
Bloodbane watched as half of her group split off into the woods. “Marm,
whaz to be done now?” questioned the huge lizard next to her. “As
planned, lets go board the ship, Cral.” “Yezz, all of my Moniterz are at
your zervicez!” “Thank you for attending this, and your other beasts.”
“Wouldn’t mizz it for the world. All that food, lookz like we’re gonna
have uz a feazt, mateyz!”The fearsome Moniter ran his long tongue around
his teeth, as did his smaller, but stilllarge companions.
Bloodbane, Cral, Blackclaw, and Blunfang sailed around the island. Her
plan was to split up the forces, and have a bottle attack. Half of her
forces would fool the incompetant boasters, and pretend to join them.
They would approach them from land, and be friendly, while her crew
would circle around, and block the exit of the port. ®SMASH!¬ There the
forces would slaughter the trusting fools. A simple but fiendish plan.
“Ughhh” uttered the wildcat. She was tossed by the moving ship. When she
regained her balance, she ordered her captains to meet on the poop-deck.
“Aren’t you afraid of the waterz?” asked a slighlty greenish Moniter.
“What?” snapped the impatient leader. “He azzumez that all wildcatz are
afraid of the waterz.” said Cral Donur, who glared at the curious
lizard. “Oh, that tall tale. No, I am fine of the water. I am NOT afraid
of it, and find it rather relaxing to swim in. Now, it’ll take 1-2
sunsets afore we reach sight of the port, with the insolent beasts. When
we do see them, I’ll give a signal, and we will slowly advance under the
shadows of the trees. Therefore, they won’t see us. We’ll board and I’ll
take the leader. Is that understood?” “Aye ma’m” came the replies.
“Blunfang, what are we up against?” Bloodbane asked. “M’. I spy’d,
overhear’d, an’ talk’d t’some o’ ‘em. There are 300 able-bodied beasts.
The leader is none other than Talsar! He don’t know that we ‘ave been
sen’ to stop ‘im. He plans to attack in two days. End of report!”
informed the stoat. The wildcat was pleased. “Ahh, Talsar I met, and
loathed. I’ll have a fun time with him! (that’s for another story that’s
coming in after this one) Ok, We can rip their guts
outa them and make them eat it! Get some sleep, we’ll all need it.”
Everyone turned in and slept, and dreamed of the glorious battle the next day.
• • • • • • • • • • • •
Culrad’s, Dolto’s, and Bladeclaw’s troops were rather tired of tromping
through thick foliage. Finally they saw the port, filled with lively
action. “Ok mateys, let me an’ Bladeclaw handle this! Not a word ‘bout
the plan, or else Bladeclaw’ll play ‘ow many daggers can he pin on ye
afore ye die!” warned Culrad. Dolto chuckled evilly. The group marched
right into the port, and filled into a tavern. Bladeclaw, Dolto, and
Culrad were surprised inwardly to see Talsar there, so they hurried back
out, casually. “Ok, me an’ Bladeclaw gonna have make-up. We’re Darluc
an’ Wadalb, now.Dolto, take charge of the beasts here.” Then, with
‘Darluc’ looking as an evil otter, an’ ‘Wadalb’ as an evil stoat, they
entered, and approached the largest beast there, Talsar.
“’ullo matey. Howse ye doin’?” spoke the disguised Bladeclaw. “Huh? I
‘ave no mateys, an’ ye better lay off that ‘and, afor its cuttup an’
shov’d down that ‘ollow head o’ yers!” snarled
the nasty Tarlac. “Whose are ye anyhow?” “I’m Wadalb, an’ this me matey
Darluc. We ‘eard o' yer plans to topple the land’s owner!”winked
Bladeclaw. Fortunately for them, Talsar liked them, and didn’t recognise
them. “hmmm, I wonder whose been jawin’ too much. I ‘ave to go aboard.
Come with us iffen ye like.” offered the weasel. The masked beasts went
and socialized with the leader, while, unbeknownst to Talsar, and his
crew, 20 beasts nearby, were ready to fight them to
the death, with Dolto at the head! • • • • • • • • • • • •
“Les go an’ welcome Talsar!” Bloodbane cried. They silently approached
the boats. They could hear laughter, and talking on them.
“ARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH” Yelled the crew. The score on the shore yelled
in answer “BLOOODBAAAAAANE! KILLLLL!” The sudden attack had it’s affect,
and immediately scared the intruders. Bloodbane, with her dirk, went
charging madly into the opponents, slashing and slicing and killing as
she got nearer and nearer to the Captain’s Cabin. When she arrived, her
face, and tunic was splattered with blood, and she
opened the door. Bladeclaw had his daggers ready, and Culrad had
relieved Talsar of his weapons. Bloodbane kicked aside slain beasts, as
she entered the room, and closed the door. “I’ve been waiting for this
moment, you stupid poor excuse for a scum!” “Let me fight you, and the
winner will win, overall.”offered the surprised weasel. “NO, I can
easily beat you, as I did before, and I’m sure I would love to have you
as my personal flogggin slave!”sneered the victoriouswildcat.
When the fight was over, Talsar, and 150 other survivors, were
tortured, than thrown into Bloodbane's dungeon. Of her force, about a
score was either dead, or injured. Cral Donur, who suffered
only a stabbed foot, and his fellow lizards feasted well. Bloodbane had
a broken paw. Bloodbane and her remaining beasts took the weasel’s three
ships, and dismantled them. They thus were victorious, and Bloodbane and
her crew talked about this adventure, many times in taverns. For,
according to Bloodbane, “Life isn’t full, until you risk, fight, and
defeat! Adventure is the creator for all life!”
by: Bloodbane
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