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'Ere's a grand list o' tales that goodbeasts have concernin' the nights they've stood up by themselves late on watch. We'd like to'ave more! Ye'd better submit some if you're a longshorebeast.
| Name |
Story |
| Belan |
i was on guard duty my first time. and of course it had to be me that got ambushed. eulaliaa! i clashed steel with steel. reinforcements arrived. only one. ruddertail my best friend. i tossed him my javelin. he stabbed and slashed with both ends.i felled 3 foxes with one swipe my sword of destruction. rudd sliced a foxes paw off with a swipe of his hatchet. the remaining fox ran but i shot a slingstone off and laid him senceless. i told ruddertail to keep the otter javelin. |
| Riverfang |
I was haulin' up a net of watershrimp when a gang o' weasels surrounds me an' says "Give us the vittles n' no beast gets hurt, 'cept you!" Then the tallest one lunged at me with a knife. I side-stepped 'im and ran him through with me curved long sword. The others surounded me, and two charged. I ducked an' slashed 'em both at neck level. I stood up and three of 'em
came at me. One fell to a slam of me rudder and the others were slain in similar fashion. I turned an' started walking away, slowly drawing my knife from it's wrist sheath. The last one ran toward me, spear at ready. I whipped around and hurled the blade. The weasel gave a last gurgle and fell, the dagger piercing his throat. I cleaned my blades and dragged the net away. |
| Riverfang |
I was on sentry duty one day, when five rats appeared out of the bushes. One pointed a grimy claw at me and said,"Get 'im!" Two rats jumped forward
and ran, yelling, toward me. I whipped out my rapier and one fell to it's flickering blade. The other tried to get behind me, but I dispatched him with a single swipe. Another threw a javelin at me, I dodged, but it still got me in the shoulder. I yanked it out and threw it, hitting the thrower 'twixt the eyes. The last two circled me, but I dealt one a hefty smack
with my rudder, while the other ran, but I pulled the javelin from the dead rat, and launched it. It got him in the chest. He fell, the javelin
looking like a flag pole. |
| Xylus & Tuhorendo |
It was nighttime, as usual, and I was walking along the shore. I focused
my eyes out to sea when suddenly a large trident landed at my side. I immediately
ran for cover under the dock, unsheathing my sabers as I went. I could see a toad coming towards me, but apparently he had lost sight of me. I
planned to wait a few more seconds until he walked past the dock, where
I could easily ambush him. My plans didn't go so well as I was tripped
off of my feet. I landed on my back, hitting my head hard on a soft pebble.
I could feel the open wound and the steady trickle of blood dripping out
of my skull. I looked upwards, dazed. A few large toads stood over me,
each carrying tridents. I felt around for my sabers, but they were not in my direct radius. One of the toads brought his trident down on my neck. Luckily, the blades did not pierce my neck, but kept my head pinned to the ground with a prong on each side of my throat. The toads began to talk in a language I could not understand and ended each sentence with "KKKRRROOIIIIKKK."
"Krillk diss fuhreeboost? KKKRRROIIKK!" Said one of the toads. The others nodded in agreement. The toad pulled his trident out of the ground, releasing my head. I kicked up and hit one toad in the stomach. The toads began croaking like mad. I kicked another off of his webbed feet and scrambled to my feet. I still was a little dizzy as I backed up towards
the water. The toads held their tridents forward, advancing on me very slowly. At the same time, they began chanting nonsense. I felt the tide wash up onto the beach and around my ankles. Something hard brushed against my leg. I reached down quickly and picked up one of my sabers.
I yelled, "Back up, scumsuckers! If any one of you takes a step closer, I promise to gut ya!"
The toads backed up a step, but held their ground. I continued to back up slowly, knowing that I couldn't fight them alone. Suddenly, a large wildcat jumped on one of the toads, slashing wildly at his back. The toad fell; it remained on the ground in much pain. I charged at a toad and smashed the butt of my saber into his skull and kicked him in the chin. He was
knocked out cold. A very warty toad tackled me to the ground. Part of his trident scraped my face as I thrust my saber into his chest. He fell over dead.
I slowly got up, blood gushing from four different places on my body. I looked over at Tuhorendo, who had already dealt with the remaining two toads. I nodded and said, "Thanks a bunch, buddy! Whatd'ya say I go buy you a drink at the bar?"
"That'd be cool," he said, kicking a dead toad out to sea. "How about I buy you a toad?"
I chuckled merrily. "No thanks. I've had enough of those for one day! How about tomorrow?" |
| Aroeye |
I was wlking along, when suddenly, a fox jumped out in front of me. It brandished it's sword, and grinned evilly. I just pulled my whip, sloly from my belt, and in a short bloody while, he existed no more.I coiled my whip back up, and looped it accross my back. Then 2 more jumped out from the bushes behind me. This was getting more difficult. I uncoiled my whip, and kicking one fox in the stomach, i began strangling the other. Soon, he was out of the way. I kicked the blue-faced corpse out of the way, and turned on the outher one. He was on the ground, unconcious. I looked at him, then kicked him, right between the eyes. Then four more came dow from trees where they had been hiding. I gave the first one a flying kick, twisting sightly in the air, and kicked him in the neck. It snapped back shaply, and he slumped to the ground. I rounded on the other three, and flicked me whip sharply, causing them to back up. I brought the whip back, and whipped them around the ankles, twisting them up. I then stepped on one's ribs, slaying him. Another one tried to stand up, and I wrestled him to th ground. I took a small sip of my energy dirk, a tiny one, So I still had lots left. I twisted his arm, and cracked his skull sarply against a rock. I turned on the last one, and grabbing his arms, try to free my whip. He kicks me in the face, sending me sprawling. I stand up again, but he now had th whip. he tried to flay me with it. I grabbed the tip, and pulling him in, kicked him shaply just above him claves, just on his kneecaps. He crumples to the ground, and freeing my whip, I flay him. I think he is finished, when he throws sand in my eyes. I pause to paw the grit from me eyes, and he is upon me. He wrestles me to the ground, and I kick up, sending him flyng. He hits a big tree, and falls to the ground, slain. |
| Riverfang |
I was heading into Port Moss after a day of fishing, when five rats jumped out of the brush. One, apparently the leader, pointed a grimy claw
at me and said, "The boss said ta bring back a prisoner, so here we have one. Anything you wanna say before you die?" "Yes," I said, "just one thing. EULALIA!!!" I drew my rapier and ran the rat through. One charged with a spear. I kicked the head up and out of his claws. I caught it and got him betwixt the eyes. Another charged me with an iron marlin spike. I smashed the spear haft down on his skull, slaying him instantly. A wiser rat sought to get me from behind. I made as if to sheath my rapier, but I ran him through with it instead. The last one ran as fast as he could, but I was in no hurry. I sighted down the haft of the spear and threw it. It seemed to grow out of his chest, and he fell, a scrap of his tunic looking like
a flag on its pole. I cleaned my blade, sheathed it, and calmly walked away. |
| Brute Arm |
I had just arived in port and was having myself a drink at the local pub when i heard a commotion outside. I went to see what was goin on and I saw 3 rats herasing a young otter. Needless to say I wasn't about to put up with that. "Why dont you pick on someone your own size!" I yelled. They spun around drew their daggers and began to advance on me. I charged twords them and threw a wild punch at one knocking him to the ground. The other 2 encircled
me. I kicked back hitting the one behind me in the stomach. Then I jumped onto the one in front of me's back. I then pumeled him in the back of the head till his head cracked open like an acorn. When the other 2 recovered and saw what I was capable of they high tailed it out of there. It was an interesting first night in port to say the least. |
| Riverfang |
I was meditating in a clearing when a pack of rats walked up. They were eyeing my weapons enviously. One ran at me and my rapier was out in a flash, I gutted the offender in a twinkling. Three more charged, all
brandishing rusty cutlasses. I pulled out my bastard sword and decapitated them all in single swing. Four rats circled me, snarling viciously. Two ran forward, and promptly had their eyes punctured by my Claws of Vermincide. "You wanna eye my stuff, huh? Well, take a look at these," I roared. I picked up one rat's pike and impaled the other two. The other two ran, completely cowed. I pulled out two of my shurikens and cooly threw them, slaying both of the rats. After I gathered my gear, I inspected the pike. It was in excellent condition, so I decided to keep it. |
| Flatch |
I was just walking around the port when I heard somthing strange. I followed the noise around for awhile wondering what it was. Suddenly it attacked. I turned around and without thought I hurled myself at the rat yelling "Foeseeker!" There was a rat armed with a cutlas. He swung at me with all his effort. I nimbly dodged to one side and only having a pointed
stick, a smashed the rat with butt of it. I raised a bump the size of a threshes egg on his head. Then I tied him up, put stones on him and through that stinky vermin off a cliff. |
| Migles |
I was walking on a path and he jumped out so I got my dagger out. He charged so I ducked he jumped and missed so he was on the ground. I took my dagger and thrust it into the back of his neck. |
| Riverfang |
I was practicing with my weaponry in a clearing, when I heard a rustling in the bushes. I strapped on my sword belt and shuriken pouch. Ten stoats
had encircled me before I knew it. They were dressed in faded silks, gold earings, and were heavily tatooed, obviously corsairs. Two of them, each sporting a rusty saw, advanced on me. I ducked and rolled between them. I jumped up and hack away at their faces with my Claws of Vermicide. I slowly drew three shurikens from my pouch, whipped suddenly around, and
threw them, slaying three more. One of them threw two daggers at me. I
did a short run, performed a cart-wheel, dodged the daggers, and felt my
paws close around my pike haft. I smashed the handle down on the thrower's
head and impaled two more. I drew my rapier and slew yet another stoat. There was only one left, and he was leaning against the trunk of an oak, chuckling. "Hmmm... Otters are tough fighters... My old crew and I slew
an entire holt of otters... Only one escaped, but not before I gashed him
with me hook... I don't know what happened to the little worm... If he
were here now I'd throttle the daylights out of him and finish the job."
I could feel the hot blood rising behind my eyes.
"You... you killed everyone I ever cared for, you mange-ridden scum!"
At this he pulled out a cutlass and said, "So, I finally get to finish the job I started so long ago..." He slashed at me and I dodged it. I reached
out, grabbed the blade, regardless of it's edges, and bent it like a twig. I tossed it aside and pushed him back against the tree trunk. I began to throttle him with my pike haft. He thrashed about wildly but soon went limp. I kept pressing, even though he was already dead. I kept pressing until my pike broke in half.
I threw the broken polearm from me and spoke in a low growl,"I finally slew the worm that killed my entire holt while they slept..." I walked
away, not caring in the least about my pike. |
| Flatch Foeseeker |
I was patroling the port when two crows flew at me. I neatly dodged and the first one with a single blow from my club. The next one flew in. Without thinking I threw my javelin with all my might. It struck home. I walked over and retrieved my javelin from the carcass. |
| Xia |
i was walking in the woodlands when all of a sudden 4 rats came out from behind the bushes. they din't look like much so i tried to talk them out of fighting, but that didn't work. one had a sling, one had a spear, one had a sword, and the other had a whip.i decided to start with the one with the sling. i took out my bow an arrows and shot the one with the sling.it stuck in his arm. he shot a pebble at my head so i ducked down.then the one with the whip wrapped his whip around my leg, so i cut it with my hatchet, then i threw the hatchet at him and it sliced his head off. the one with the spear barely missed my head and took half my ear off. then i took the remains of the whip and strangled him to death.the one with the sword slashed me in the side from behind.i was stunned for a moment but was soon slashing at the rat in front of me.when they had me cornered i climbed a tree and
took out my bow and arrow.they tried to run but i shot one in the back. i followed the other one deep into the woods until he stoped to take a break. then i swooped down from my tree that i was at and i took out both of my hatchets. he took out his sword.he slashed at my feet but i jumped in the air and slashed at his head but he ducked. then i did a backflip took both of my hatchets and threw them at the rat. they landed in his ribs. then i ran up and kicked him in the stomach. he was dead after that. |
| Flatch Foeseeker |
I was doing sentry duty at the port. I saw four stoats sneaking around. First I threw my javelin. That picked one of them off. I walked silently over and neatly slew one with a single blow from my club. I retrieved my javelin. One of the stoats rushed me. I lept one him and slew him with my javelin. The last one snuck up behind me. I swung at his head with my club to find that he was wearing a helmet. I neatly kicked him in the head. While he was stumbling around I slew him with a barrage of club blows to his stomach. I inspected his helmet. It was a bad one. Steel. Green. So I took it. |
| Riverfang |
I was in the clearing where I lost three of my shurikens, practicing. I began to practice my kata, "Tekki Shodan." A single-headed axe flew out
of the foliage and thudded in the tree trunk behind me. Another one flew straight at my head, aimed between my eyes. My paw whipped out and grabbed the handle just before it connected. Two Marlfoxes rushed out of the bushes and attacked. With my bastard sword in my right paw and the axe in my left, I countered. One rushed at me, I spun around and smashed her in the jaw with a spinning back kick. The other slashed with a short sword, I trapped the blade between the curve of the axe head and the handle. I thrust my sword through his abdomen and lifted him clear off the ground. He gave a gutteral gurgle as his eyes rolled back in death. I pulled my sword out of him, he dropped to the ground, and I wiped my sword's blade on his cloak. I spiked his head with his own sword and spat on him disdainfully. By now his sister had recovered and snuck up behind me and kicked me in the back of the knee. I fell down on my back. She brought her leg up and performed a quick ax kick directed at my jaw. I rolled to the right and pulled her support leg out from under her. She collapsed on top of me and tried to throttle me. I jabbed my elbow up and knocked the wind out of her. She rolled off of me and gasped for breath. I started to get up and she knocked
me back down. Dang, she recovered fast! She then did something that totally shocked me. She kissed me. She sat up, winked at me and said, "See you later." She started to walk away, then she turned around and tossed me a small pouch that I deftly caught. "You may need them." She then disappeared into the foliage. I opened the pouch. Inside were the three shurikens I had lost... I picked up the axe I had caught and carried it away, as it was in impeccable condition. |
| Lightwave |
I was sitting on the dock when I heard a noise. Instincivley I pulled out my dagger and thrust it in his head and he died. Two of them came at me, one weilcing a jeweled dirk, and the other, a whip. I slashed his whip apart and kicked him in the butt. He fell into the water and was swallowed up by a pike. I punched the last beast in da head and stole his jewelled dirk and stabbed him in da head (I kept da jewelled dirk.)
*Opaxia's Note: Lightwave is fighting three stoats.* |
| Dinny |
thair was a huge ship comming up to the port with 25 stouts on it if it made it to land i would be in trouble so i pulled out my oak long bow and a fire arrow i shot it and the ship cout on fire and sunk. |
| Flatch |
I was walking in the woods and I saw three foxes. When they realized I had saw them they advanced at me. I slew the first one easily with my javelin. The second ran at me with a beautiful dagger. A tripped him took the dagger and killed him with it. I tackled the last one and broke his neck with a downward swipe of my club. The dagger was neat so I took it. |
| Riverfang |
One day I was practicing parrying and blocking with my poison sai, which is their real purpose, not stabbing or slashing. I had my back to a hedge of buckthorn hedges, where a half-score of foxes were watching. I knew they were there, I don't know how, but I knew. One snuck up behind me and I whipped around and booted him in the neck, breaking it. Three more charged as I sheathed my sai. I drew my shock sword and cleaved one clean in half. I then made four foxes out of two. Magic, eh? Yet two more circled me and I grabbed one and stabbed his own sword through his chest, as I tripped the other. I picked up the stabbed fox and drove him down on his comrade, killing them both. I threw my axe suddenly at one leaning against a poplar. It split his skull in half. I slew two others with thrown shurikens. The last one ran, so I cooly notched a shaft onto my longbow string and followed his progress. He stopped to take a breather. That cost him his life. The arrow hit him like a thunderbolt and wiped him out totally. I retrieved arrow and shurikens and went back to get my axe. When I tried to wrench it out of the trunk, the head snapped off. "&!#@..." I muttered, walking away. |
| Riverfang | One day I went out into the woodlands for a stroll. Naturally I brought along my Shock Sword, just in case. I was up in the boughs of an old oak when I saw a young squirrel being kissed by a Marlfox. The same marlfox that kissed me. She drew a long dagger behind his back and stabbed him. She reached into his tunic and stole all his dubloons. I dropped out of the tree and landed in a crouch, behind her. She was counting his money when I straightened up. She turned around to face me, looking distinctly frightened. I drew my sword and held it in one paw. "So, that's what you do to the creatures you seduce, hmmm," I asked.
She licked her lips nervously and said, rather shakily, "W-what are you t-talking about?"
I raised the sword and she said, "But, I-I thought we loved each other..."
I laughed mirthlessly. I said,"I don't fall for vermin." I slew her with a single cleave of my blade. I picked up the dubloons. 25 of them. I decided to give them to Flatch Foeseeker to help him on his way. |
| Flatch |
I was just lounging around when I saw a glint of steel in the sun.It was a sword held by a weasel.I quietly slew him with my dagger.Two more weasels
walked up.I hid in the trees and killed one with my javelin.
Before the last one could run away I lept from the trees and smashed him with my club, killing him instanly. |
| Migles | i was walking aiong when they juumped me i got my sling and loaded it with a pebble from the ground and i thought to my slef (they jumped out to far in front of me)i let it fly diriect hit one was down.the other had bow he let fly it hit me in the shoulder.so i ran at him and drew my sword and slashed he fell i took 10 arrows from him. |
| Jeaca |
Jeaca was on the lookout for vermin on the edge of the Port Moss boundaries. She kept wide eyes, despite the late hour; she thought she had seen the bushes over yonder move. 'Naw,' she thought, 'it's just me ol' droopy eyes playin' tricks on me again...' But then those bushes moved again. She knew it wasn't just her eyes this time. Vermin! She kept her eyes wide for any other movement in the dense brush. There it was again!
The slick, greasy fur of one beast could be seen between two thick berry bushes. The vermin suddenly appeared like magic out of the concealment of the bushes. There were three well-trained looking stoats. Jeaca knew she had a chance, she just needed some time. She ran to the bank of the River Moss, which, by no doubt, she knew very well. The three stoats charged after her, not wanting her to get back to Port Moss to warn of their spying for Port Skull.
Jeaca saw the stoats gaining on her, so she put on an extra burst of speed to put some distance between herself and the three vermin scum. Jeaca spun around, not caring which one to aim at, and loosened a shaft from her brittle oak shortbow. A hit! She had caused minor damage to the stoat closest to her. He tripped. Maybe they weren't as well-trained as otter-maid had thought.
The other two stoats still were pursuing her. Jeaca ran to the safety of the old oak tree she used to play in as an otter pup. She caught her breath and took a quick glance around the oak trunk to see the clumsy stoat who had tripped recovering. All stoats were now chasing Jeaca. She looked madly around to find a thick, sturdy looking branch right above her head.
The two stoats that had not tripped arrived at Jeaca's oak tree and looked around anxiously. They stared up into the branches to see Jeaca taking aim at their fellow stooge. She loosened the arrow; it whizzed through the air! One down, two to go.
The two stoats below Jeaca began to look a little worried. Suddenly, one of the stoats boosted the other up onto Jeaca's branch. Thinking quickly, Jeaca took a well-aimed shot at the stoat. The greasy scum took the arrow straight through his throat. He made a choked gurgling sound before falling down onto the last of the three vermin scum.
That darn stoat was blocking a clear shot at the last stoat!! The last of the vermin stood up, using his comrade's limp body as a shield. Jeaca had plenty of arrows, so she could go on for a while, she thought. And if she did end up wounded, she could make run for it back to the port. She took a shot at the third stoat but ended up striking the stoat's 'shield.' The scum looked up and smiled a smirking smile. He threw a rock at the young otter-maid but failed to hit her. His rock bounced pitifully off the trunk of the strong old oak. Jeaca smiled a mocking smile back at the enraged stoat. She took another shot at the vermin. The dead body of the second stoat took the arrow again. The pitiful excuse for a warrior stoat threw another rock at Jeaca. This one hit her on her flank below her camouflage top. It gave the otter only a shallow cut, nothing a quick herb from her bag couldn't fix. Jeaca took her chances with a standing shot. The otter-maid stood up and loosened a shaft over the third vermin's shield. The greasy stoat winced while Jeaca shot another arrow over the stoat's shield. The battle was won!
As the pink fingertips of dawn began to creep over or horizon, Jeaca began walking back to the port. There was going to be another good battle story in the tavern tonight!
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| Jeaca | It was Jeaca's second night in a row of senitry duty. It took some convincing, but Marika the young hedgehog persuaded Jeaca to take her night of duty. Jeaca's eyes began to droop ... There was a sudden rustling in the bushes. 'Oh no, not more dimwitted vermin...' Jeaca thought.
The two foxes were following their orders. where could those three slime-faced stoats be? Suddenly a brownish streak went towards the gate of Port Moss. "wat could that be, mucker?" one of the foxes questioned to his companion.
Jeaca frantically looked around for some way to lock the gate to no prevail, so her yelled on the top of her lungs to the other side... "vermin on the West side of the gate!!" and the huge locks went into shutdown.
"Dag nab it! that there ott'r gave us aw'y!" With a sly grin at eachother, the two foxes started the chase.
Jeaca ran full out for the cover of the rocky area up ahead. If only she could just make it to that boulder... The young otter spun around and took a quick shot at one of the foxes. A miss; the foxes had dodged. Ha ha! But the klutz had stumbled when moving! The second fox kept going. Closer and closer he got. Jeaca made a quick stoop and grabbed a rock. She hurled it at the fox, but only managed to make a minor cut. The fox looked a little confused for a moment and slowed down so he could rub his injured limb.
The stumbled fox was recovering. Jeaca got to the massive boulder and dove behind it. She had to wait to get a good clear shot at one of the evil fox vermin. The foxes finally caught up, completely out of breath. They looked around wildly for the otter-maid. Jeaca loosened an arrow from her quiver at one of the foxes. It hit it's mark! One of the scum buckets flinched and stopped to pull the arrow from his shoulder. the second fox stared at his comrade for a moment and then switched his gaze to Jeaca's boulder and took out his tiny sling. The young otter loosened another shaft from her bow at the dinky sling holding fox. A miss... But what is going on with the first fox? He's flat on the ground! Oh well, it's not Jeaca's shoulder, so it's not her problem.
The fox slung a rock at Jeaca while she was seeing what the situation was with the first fox. It struck right below her bandage from last night on her flank. It wasn't much damage. But the otter didn't want to take any chances, so she bolted for the opposite bank of the River Moss.
the fox with the shoulder wound had recovered from the ground and was standing next to his fellow petty excuse for a spy. the fox tried to convince his comrade to give up the chase, but the thickheaded fox wouldn't hear of it. he took a shot at the general water area where Jeaca had dove in. His fellow vermin cursed at the miss.
Jeaca had found her way onto the bank. The vermin nudged his fellow malevolent fox. The evil fox scum flung a riverstone at Jeaca with a minor result. Jeaca thought it was about time for her to have some fun. She started imitating, insulted, and taunted the two stooges. The effect was quite to the otter's liking. The foxes looked extremely mad. Jeaca ran further up the bank. One of the enraged foxes dove in, but was hauled out by the other fox, who made some whisper of a comment about swimming.
Jeaca got to the bank's rocky area. She selected a medium-sized stone and hurled it at one of the foxes. It knocked him unconscious!! The unconscious fox's friend looked enraged by this. He started a tiny barrage of slingstones at Jeaca, only causing another minor gash. The otter fired a shaft from her shortbow, hitting the fox. the stupid vermin flung his sling into the river in frustration. He looked a little surprised by this and glanced up at Jeaca. She had aimed her arrow at him and with one tiny release, the fox's life light flickered out.
"They always manage to disrupt a nice little nap," Jeaca said quietly to herself as she stepped over the limp figures of the fox scum, and went back to the port to tend to her wounds.
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| Zivver | I was snoozing in my favorite tree, tree, and enjoying myself when I was struck, struck on the back to fall out of my tree, tree. I bumped my head, head, on the way down, and was stunned, stunned, when a rat leaned forward and spat, spat on my face. "Well, Bat scum, fancy see'n you 'ere," he said, said. "One 'o your kind killed me good friend! What've you got te say te that, eh?"
I shook my head, head, to clear it and found I had a pounding head-ache as I replied, replied to the rat: "I'm sorry, sorry, sir rat, but I never knew your friend, friend."
He glared at me, at me, and I saw he was carrying a long club, club. "Well, that won't do. You're still a gonna die, Bat!" he snarled, snarled, and swung his club. I was up in the air, air, and did a sumersault kick into that rat's jaw, jaw.
"I'm sorry it has to be that way, that way." I told him, him, as I swung my wing into his head, head, knocking him unconcious. There's one less rat to worry about, about, for a little while anyways. |
| Shawk | I was spying around Port Skull when a large group of crows set upon me. So, I decided to rid the planet of them. I took out the first two with my talons, and a third one with my beak. I decided that I would get injured if I stayed around, so I decided to get a defensive place. I spotted a used mole tunnel, so I flew down and landed in side of it, attaching my claymores to my legs. They came at me like lightning, the first few were slain immediatly, others were injured. I was like a madbird, zooming around killing them with one touch of death. Finally one was left. It was the chieftan. He dived on me, but I kept my beak up, slaying him instantly. He had a necklace of black pearls which I looted and now wear. |
| Riverfang | I was working on my climbing skills in an old hornbeam when I saw a pack of weasels
passing below. Normally, I would have let them pass, but I caught a snippet of their converstaion - "Look, cully, I dunno why we 'ave ter drag dis little pest along wid us!" "Yah! Shut yer trap, if da boss says we take the otter for ransom, then we take the otter fer ransom!"
I sighed, and looked to the head of their group, there were three dressed in fine silks and gold. The leaders. One of them dropped back to yell at the ones who were talking. He told them off, then marched behind them, so I took advantage of the situation. I notched one of my assassination arrows onto my longbow string. I carefully followed his progress and sent the shaft straight into his ugly gob. Following the group, I missed the second commander because of a dip in the road, but I nailed another behind him. I took careful aim with my last retrievable arrow. SCORE! He stood, his skull transfixed by a copper arrowhead. I jumped down on another, my weight crushing his head. I took out two more with thrown shurikens. One made the mistake of looking back at me. His last sight was my Claws of Vermicide. One near the back fell to a thrown javelin. Two left. I grabbed one, my paw clamped over his mouth and slit his throat with my Claws of Vermicide. The last leader must have noticed the lack of footsteps, because he turned around. "BOO," I said as both halves of a weasel fell in opposite directions. I opened the burlap sack that he carried and reached inside. I promptly pulled it back when the tiny otter inside bit me! "OW! You little rouge!"
A squeaky voice told me why -"Go 'way, weasel!"
I pulled him out and told him to his face. "Weasel? I'm no weasel! I'm an otter like yourself."
He was a little older than a dibbun. He looked up at me with the cutest brown eyes I had ever seen! "Sorry. My name's Skippy. What's your's," he inquiered.
"My name's Riverfang, matey. Where're your mum and dad?"
They're dead," he said sadly.
I knew what it was like to go through life alone. "I'll be your daddy, Skippy," I said, wanting to give him another chance at a normal life.
"Okay," he exclaimed, hugging my leg tightly.
I wiped away a tear and said, "Well, leggo my leg and we'll go tell Opaxia about this, okay matey? Then we'll get ye some 'otroot soup. Do you like hotroot soup?"
He bobbed his head furiously and grabbed my paw, walking with me as we went home, considerably happier. I showed him all my gear, after I collected it and told him a little of my past. |
| Riverfang | Opaxia had assigned me to patrol the montains near the Port, to watch any vermin camps making progress up the slopes. I took the opportunity to try out my new board. I planted my footpaws firmly onto it. Skippy sat on my shoulder, yammering excitedly. I smiled and pushed of, sailing on the slopes. I dodged fallen trees, skirting patches of brambles. We were nearing a ledge, when I saw a group of wolves harassing a young mouse. I can't stand it when beasts pick on the young and defenseless. I zoomed down the slope, up the slight ramp, giving me a boost of speed and height. "BANZAAAAAAIIIIIII!!!" I roared, flying toward the vermin. I came, down, my entire board falling evenly. I landed with a sickening crunch, and saw a bloodied claw potruding under my board. One down, two to go. I pulled my javelin from the slits in my haversack, where I store it. The wolf lunged at me, claws at ready. I drove my javelin through it, yet it did no yeild the slightest. It's monsterous claws raked across my torso and back, it sunk its yellowed fangs into my shoulder and drove me to the ground. I grappled with it gamely, then held it down by the throat, stabbing and slashing it's huge frame. It finally fell limp, shuddering slightly, then it died. I pulled my javelin from the carcass, and stowed it away. I saw the haversack shivering fitfully, and realized that Skippy was afraid I might die...I drew my sword and smiled, reminding myself I would never leave Skippy alone, as long as I could weild a sword. The wolf charged me, and drew back suddenly, its severed arm falling to the ground, staining the white snow scarlet. I leaped toward it, slicing downward. It had time for one last anguished howl, before it lay slain upon the ground. I staggered toward the haversack, the mousemaid having fled as soon as the wolves were distracted. I withdrew Skippy from it, him hugging me tightly and weeping joyfully. He found some young sanicle and dock leaves growing nearby. I bound it to my wounds with some ice, with strips from the wolves' cloaks and tunics. Skippy dragged my board behind, him, me getting the rest of my gear. I looked at him tugging dutifully at the board, and smiled. Though he only came up to about halfway up my torso, I was tall for an otter. We made it back to the Port, he stayed behind at our dwelling, to guard our stuff, as I dragged my way to the first aide tent. |
| Riverfang | I was training Skippy to use an otter javelin, when a pack of weasels strode boldly up. I motioned for Skippy to keep the javelin and drew my heavy scimitar. The leader had an immense pike, which he hefted menacingly. Before he could so much as breathe, I cleaved him in two. The rest of the pack rushed us and drew an ugly array of weaponry. Skippy didn't look scared, only angry. He hacked and stabbed with both ends of the otter javelin, as I had my sai sheared in half by a cutlass. I threw them aside and hefted my scimitar in one hand, and my shock sword in another. I was a whirlwind of death among the vermin, as was my lil' amigo. We took, nor gave any quarter, nevering pausing once. We sank to the ground, chests heaving. We cleaned and sheathed all our weapons, when Skippy tried to hand me back my javelin, I pressed it into his paws and said, "You keep. You earned it today, matey." I removed my Claws of Vermicide, placed and attached them to his paws. He looked up at me, his brown eyes wide. I nodded and smiled warmly. "C'mon, let's go see Opaxia and ask if you can become my apprentice." We headed back to Port to do just that. |
| Ekal | One fine day I was walking threw the woods trying to find some nuts to eat when suddenly
I bend down to get one and an arrow flys right ove my head and into a tree. I jump up and pull out my sword, "Who's there?" I said. When about four weasels jumped out from behind some brush, "Give us all your belongin's" They said. That's when I cut the first one on hid foot paw. Then all the others attacked me. After a couple of arrows flew and some sword slashes one of the weasels lay on the ground slane. The others attacked full force which was a mistake when they lets some arrows fly and I was already ut of their way so they slew each other by their own arrows. Only one weasel was left he ran off crying like a little mole babe after someone stole his food. After that I picked up the nuts and went on gathering them. |
| Riverfang | Skippy was sick! So I had to go to the First Aide Tent and get him some potion. I always take my scimitar, just in case. 'Was it just me, or did those bushes move,' I thought feverishly. I snuck over and watched the sight with interest. There was a tunnel under the bushes! I could hear the furitive curses of a vermin accent and I knew it was stoats. Only they speak like that. I looked around for a solution. A wicked smile creeped over my face as I
quickly formulated a plan. I drew my scimtar, testing its edge against my paw. It was still as keen as a blizzard in mid-winter. I crawled through the hole and found one of them with his back to me. I slid the blade through his ribs, muffling his final shriek. I threw the carcass aside and made my way to the front. The remaining five were putting up shoring and supports. I was right behind them, chopping the woodwork in half, working back toward the entrance. There was only two left, just inside the entrance. I cleaved the left one, as I split the second with a well-placed side kick. Rolling out swiftly, I heard a low rumble, then a series of screeches and screams as the ceiling caved in. Sheathing my blade, I resumed my quest for a flu-cure. I got it, as well as instructions from Swiftclaw. When I got home, Skippy, who's real name is Skipper, after his father, was sharpening his javelin. He took the medicine, though he blanched in disgust at its after-taste. |
| Duke | I threw the dagger into his hart I fliped into the air kicked another in the face tackeling the 3rd I took his sword and fliped up again slicing the last 2 heads off. the authers got up and pulled out there swords. I jumeped up fighting the 2 off 1 of ther swords hit mine both swords flew up in the air. So I kiked him and grabed my dager. I fliped and cut into the swordlees toads hert I then kicked the final toads sword out of his hands and knocked him
in the water and I guess he couldnt swim. |
| Xylus | It was a beautiful day at the Port; the sky was cloudy and gray, and a light sprinkle
had begun to fall. I was walking slowly along the shore, enjoying every minute of it. Surprisingly, I hadn't seen or fought any vermin for many months. It was a happy time for me.
Minutes passed and the rain began to fall harder. The trees behind me were rustling like crazy, their leaves creating a peaceful melody. It was at that time that two rather ugly stoats came trouncing out of the forest and destroyed the natural beauty around me, each one sporting a good-sized blade. I walked towards them, calling to them as I went.
"Is there something you want, vermin?" I called.
They answered seconds later, "Yeah, yer head on a stick!"
I chuckled to myself. Common vermin. Only the smart ones were skilled at fighting.
"So be it, vermin."
With that, they charged at me helter-skelter, with their blades extended. I quickly unsheathed my black sabers and dashed forward. Upon reaching them, I ducked and rolled past them. I was on my footpaws before the vermin could react. I thrust one blade forward, slicing one across the back; he stumbled forward. The other stoat turned hastily and swung his blade horizontally. I blocked the swing with one blade and stabbed forward with the other. The stoat skillfully jumped away and kicked me in the side. I kept my balance, however, and jumped back in preparation. The stoat attacked once more.
He thrust his blade toward my chest immediately. I sidestepped just in time and slammed the butt of my saber into the back of his head. As he fell unconscious, his blade sliced my thigh. Blood trickled out, but I paid no heed to it.
No time passed before he second stoat attacked again. His blade sliced downward, aimed at my head. I brought both my sabers up, and blocked his blade in an 'X' formation. He struggled to push forward, but I kicked him hard in the gut. As he stumbled back, I charged forward and elbowed him in the face. He was knocked out cold, as well, leaving me alone on the beach with two senseless vermin. I took their blades after sheathing mine and strolled back to the Port
whistling.
I hadn't lost my touch. :) |
| Jadepaw | Jadepaw was up in the tree tops waiting for the vermin party that he had seen coming earlier.
He sat with an arrow loosly notched on his boy,ready to fire at any second.
On his left side he heard rustling in the bushes.
Jadepaw pulled the string taunt.The first vermin to emerge was a brown rat with a dagger shoved in his belt.
"Aye,this cursed forest", he mumbled under his breath completely un aware of his assian on a high bow of a tree.
All of a suden the rat let out a scream and fell with a arrow emerging from his heart.
A stout weasel that was in command behind him looked up from where the arrow came from and saw Jadepaw.
Like instinc the squirrel bounded away but not fast enough to dodge a arrow that hit her shoulder.
Luckily the vermin didn't follow.
Jadepaw made it back to Port Moss with the arrow sticking from his shoulder.
When he had it examined he found out it was not poisenous. |
| Swifteye | I was about to nod off for a nap under an oak tree when I saw a shadow move over by the wall. Thinking it nothing I was letting my eyes droop when the shadow stumbeled upon a root. Suddenly my eyes darted open to see that it wasnt a shadow after all. There were four foxes slinking along next to the wall. Grabbing my bow that was close to hand, I let fly two shafts. The two unluky foxes that I hit fell dead immediately. The other two ran after me to try and kill me. Using the spiked tip of my bow I injursd one of them. It was too late, the foxes were upon me. They started stabbing at me. I let out a yelp and soon was dragged to my feet by some nice port creatures to see that the foxes were killed by them.
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| Riverfang | War. Ah, the sweet, sweet taste of the word...I was slouching against the dock posts, putting fresh edges on my weapons. Skippy strode up, armed to the teeth. "Our turn for watch, Riv." Since it made me feel old when he called me 'Da,' I told him to call me what everyone else does.
"Okay, thanks matey," I said, buckling on my swords and swingng my longbow over my shoulder. We
picked our way silently through the loam, until we got to the post. Signaling him to do the same, I shinnied up a poplar. We surveyed a peaceful forest scenne, until we heard a rustling below us. A band of stoats, little under a score of them, were dragging a squirrel cruelly behind by a sinew noose about his neck. The leader, dressed far better than him compatriots, leaned close to the frightened captive and snarled, "Lissen, bushtail, give us yer gold, or y'll lose yer tail."
Skippy glanced at me as I notched a shaft onto my longbow string. I nodded slowly. The vermin next to the tormenter fell, an arrow buried in his windpipe. As another drew his blade, he too was cut down by a well-placed concealment dagger. Looking across to my apprentice/son, I nodded again and drew my scimitar. With a joint of roar of "EULALIAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!" we were streaking down through the foliage. With the harsh clang of steel upon steel, the battle was joined! Cleaving a stoat in two as soon as my footpaws hit the ground, I shoved the corpse to the ground, slaying another with a upwards slash 'cross the skull. Skippy buried his sword in a vermin's skull, drawing his javelin. Pole-vaulting over the pack, he crushed one with a well thrown hook kick. My scimitar was hacking a way to the squirrel, the immense blade flashing and slaying with single cuts. Three more fell before me like grass to a reaper, before I was confronted by the leader, who was wielding a scimitar as well. Snarling, he cleaved at me as my shock sword appeared in my paw, clanging to block his blade. My scimitar easily, almost lazily, lopped his paw. He was shrieking in agony, gore pouring from his armless shoulder, staring disbelievingly at it. "Shut up, vermin," I growled, ending his cries with a swift flick of my scimitar's point. Two were left, Skippy jerking his javelin from a carcass. One of the pair was twriling a pair of nunchukus, the other, a thin sinew noose. The nunchuku weilder advanced, his weapon colliding with my jaw. "C'mere ya liddle squirt," I snarled, twirling my scimitar. I must tell you, it is a very unusual sight: a scimitar spinning through the air, spliting a stoat's skull in two. I retieved the blade, watching my son retrieve his gear, and free the squirrel. He stammered his thanks and swung off into the endless green of Mossflower Woods.
I looked at my shock sword, which was cracked and chipped.
I tossed it away, picking up the dead stoat's scimitar. Upon eamination, I found a message wrapped 'round the handle. It was a simple message, 'If you are reading this, Blackclaw has killed me. Please take care of Skippy for me.' Revelation dawned on me. This was Skippy's father's...I handed him the note. He read it, a single silver tear coursing down his cheek. When
I presented the sword to him, he pushed it back into my paws, saying, "I think he would want you to have it. You take care of me, just like he wanted."
I bowed to him and sheathed my second scimitar, declaring, "As you wish."
He brushed away the tear, and hugged me tightly. "I love you, Dad..." I brushed away a tear of
my own, and returned the embrace. |
| By Xylus | Swifteye Treeflyer + Slashback vs. The Skinny Stoat
It was a bright, sunny afternoon in Mossflower that day. An air of serenity surrounded the area; leaves shook peacefully, birds sang, the dew glistened. All that beauty turned into nothing as a female stoat, skinny as a broom, and tall as an otter, stepped into the small clearing. In pursuit, the narrow stoat's eyes darted to and fro in search of Swifteye Treeflyer. Her search ended as an arrow flew out of the foliage, straight and true, lodging itself into her left shoulder. She fell back uncontrollably, a scream of agony escaping her throat. As she removed the air and stood up laboriously, she caught sight of a large stupid-looking badger barge through the surrounding verdance. Beating his chest, the badger yelled out arrogantly, and rather stupidly.
"I WANT TO KILL!!! I SLASHBACK THE BADGER, MUST KILL!!!"
At first the stoat became terrified at the enormous size of the creature. But that fear soon passed as she realized how stupid he was. With a swift strike, despite her injury, the stoat stabbed Slashback in the side. The badger merely took it in stride and continued to yell irrelevant violent things. Meanwhile, Swifteye watched from above as his useless friend mumbled incoherent phrases. Taking aim, the quick squirrel notched an arrow onto his bow and fired once more. Yet another perfect shot, this arrow pierces the back of the stoat's skull, killing her instantly. |
| Dakiller | The little weasel came steathily from behind me and grappled me to the ground. After hours of grappling and weaponless combat I finally broke off and ran away. The foolish weasel thought he won. After I got to a safe distance I let loose 5 shafts from my bow ripping through the flesh of the defense less weasel. |
| Liliam | As I was strolling through the woods near a swamp and then I heard a sound. I lppked through the tree where I heard the sound A toud was jumping through the the leaves twords the swamp. I took my bow and arrows I shot 2 quicly he was dead I killed him. |
| Xylus | Xylus stepped out of the forest one sunny day, on the way back to the port. He was
nought but a yard from the treeline, when he spotted two rats walking onto shore from a small dinghy. Xy leaped back quickly, his arm crossbow already in hand. Loading three quick bolts, Xylus climbed up a multi-branch tree with one arm. He was a squirrel, so it provided no challenge getting to the top. Xylus perked his head out from the apex of leafage and aimed at the nearest rat, a small ugly black one. The squirrel shot with almost fatal accuracy, hitting the rat in the side. The vermin doubled over in pain and clutched his side.
"One down..." The black squirrel hung the crossbow back onto its belt loop and climbed swiftly down the trunk of the tree. Xylus saw the second running towards him upon landing. Xy unsheathed one saber and stepped out of the trees. The rat stopped abruptly, obviously surprised by the black creature's appearance. Xylus cursed under his breath. *I could of snuck up on him...too late for that, I guess,* he thought to himself.
"What business do you have in these parts, rat?" Xylus stood still for some moments before the rat finally answered. *The vermin has no excuse...*
"I'm looking for some..th--err...someone." The rat hesitated. Xylus could tell he was lying.
The rat's first attack was low. Xy stepped to the side, sweeping downward and deflecting the vermin's blade. Xylus followed up with a swift upward arc with one saber, keeping the other back for defensive purposes. The rat acted quickly and stopped the sword with both daggers in an 'X' formation. Xylus pushed down hard, but to no avail; the rat was stronger than expected. The squirrel kicked forward, catching the vermin in the stomach and knocking him backward. Xylus ran forward and stabbed downward. The rat leaped back... unsuccessfully. The black saber left its signature across the rat's chest: A large bloody gash ran from just below his neck to the top of his gut. The rat screamed and fell in a crumpled heap. His body twitched and moaned as he rolled to and fro in the same spot on the sand.
Xylus, feeling a spot of mercy within him, walked away and sheathed his sabers. He would let the rats live. For now. |
| Whitepaw | I was fishing on the dock, when a dirk thudded into the plank next te me.If it was an arrow,I would've dove in the water,but I picked it up & whiled around and saw a pair of stoats blocking th shore. The bigger o' the two charged me, so I sidesteped 'im & he splashed into the water.Then the 2nd slashed at me just as the first tried to bite me. I ducked & Gunkclaw got decappitated."Gunkclaw, me old mate," cried Slimebrain,"we've been huntin' squirrels sinc-"I slew him with a single thrust of his dirk. |
| Lappen | The two stoats appear out of no where. I leap up. Staot number one advance from the
right. I quickly turn trowing my dagger at the same time. It grazes his arm. Stoat number two dives from behind, I leap up and kick back. I knock him across the jaw (knocking him out)I, fall. I recover just in time to find the other diving at me. I roll over and take out my second dager and slash him across the other arm. He is a warrior though and dosen't flench. He draws a large sowd to my throught. I pound down on his paw. He relases his sowrd. I grab it and point it at him. He grabs his partner and runs off into the froest. OR They both dive at me. I duck and the smash into each other. One must had had a thicker skull the the other because it stood whill the other fell limp. It had been a while since I had carried a weapon. He pulled a large sowrd out from his sash, and points it at my throught. I am pinned agaist a tree. I sundly find a rusted dagger stuck in the tree. I pull it out and fling it at the staot. It hits him in the gut. He falls looking up in horror. |
| Pyyt | 'E wars a creepin athrough yon forestur an oi arpened to be a toinin te corner. I gwabbed up moi club smartlinke and dealt him a resoundalating bow atop o' 'is 'ead. Oi smarcked that narsty varmint a good one oi did. He warse a laid senseless so oi took e liburdee o takin im to a tree an boindin 'im oopall noice loike. Oi waited till the bloke awoke an' arsked im is name. He zed e warse Booldtail Garrfil, son o Pyt da strong. Oi bein moiself from a Pyt realouized 'is 'dicament and a sent 'im on is way wit a firm warnin to stay away from deese parts, bo hurr. Thart oi did, marm. |
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