Relaxing vermin [open}

[Shadess]

(( Sorry if my posts a bit messy, I'm in a rush. I'll fix it up a bit when I can.))

" Lovely welcoming aint it? "

Whispered Shadowsleek to herself, a tang of panic overwhelming her as the large horde came shrieking from the trees. Thoughts buzzed in her mind quickly, and what she was to do keep banging in her head, ideas sliding in and gutting poked out quickly.
Finally, the black weasel took act. She drew out her curved blade and prayed her defensive skill would come at hand. Taking in the shadows of the church, she slid her way to Tataroos horde and towards the back, where the archers and those with shields stood.

She had grown up to learn that horde where disorganized yet hard fighters, THIS was not disorganized, and respect flooded through her. Carefully she slid between two shield men and halfstepped- half-jumped over an archer to reach Matey, avoiding the arrows and curses of frustration.

" Ah, Mateys your name then? I am Shadowsleek Shadeseeker, nice to meet you, good fighting style I must say. Now any suggestions how to kill some of those Redclawed beasts without losing a limb? "

Shadowsleek grinned good-heatingly with her blade held tightly in her hand.

[redclaw]

(Your post are great compared to mine. )

The Redclaw horde broke on the "turtle formation" like water an a rock. Unable to get past the stoat's shields, they milled about, shrieking and yelling. "Surround them you idiots!" roared Zarek. At his command the horde began to circle the stoats. "Now," shouted Zarek, "attack!" The Redclaw charged forward from all sides, blades lowered and chanting, "Redclaw! Redclaw!"

[lash]

Lash Darkpaw crouched on the ground watching the spectacle before him. Redclaw was a powerful horde leader he thought but not very cautious at all. He gazed at the site with growing admiration for Redclaw's horde. He fingered the hilt of his rapier impatiently. Maybe just Maybe he could join the horde and then eventually become the horde leader. After all he was a master at dueling. Then he would have to give up his roving mercenary ways but still.... He feel into deep thought; all the while fighting and slaughter was going on right before his eyes. Ah.... He would wait to make his move. He had time to think this over.

[Zed(Nel Zellphyer)]

Zed jumped along the treetops once more as he headed down towards his hiding spot. His foot smacked a branch as he stumbled through many other branches and painfully flying into the Church.
"Gaah!By Heaven, this is going to hurt!" He yelled as he flew by you all!

(Zed will appear in many situations in Mossflower, It's his area of hiding. Sorry if he interrupts.)

[Vikenti Whitedeath]

Merce and Lysistra were as surprised as anybeast would be when a mouse flew over their heads, smack into the ruined church. "What on earth was that?" exclaimed Lysistra in a loud whisper. "It looked like a flying mousy," said Merce with a smile, "lets go see it!" Apparently he found the whole thing rather amusing. The two crept forward out of the brush to where Zed lay. Lysistra was worried the hordes would see them, but Merce said they were to busy fighting to bother. But, they did run into a different problem. As they came through the brush, they almost tripped on Lash Darkpaw. Lysistra lept back, her sword in hand. "Go on an see the yonder mousy m' lady," said Merce, "I'll deal with this here wildcat." Lysistra was in no hurry to be near a wildcat and quickly moved away. "Now there my friend," said Merce to Lash, "what may you be do'in alone in the bushes." He had no weapons drawn, and was standing in a lazy position. He did not appear at all ready for an attack.

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Meanwhile, Lysistra approached the sprawed Zed. The "flying mousy" did not appear to be much of a threat to her, but she placed the blade of her sword at his throat. "So mousy," she asked, "how did you come to fly here?"

[lash]

"Oh don't you look scary kid," snarled Lash viciously. "Allow me to introduce myself, you must not know who I am. If you did I'm sure you wouldn't be looking so full of yourself right now." Lash shifted from his crouch moving coolly into a standing position. "I am Lash Darkpaw, mercenary and killer, nobeast can stand against me.... Now then weasel boy." He snarled pointing the tip of his rapier at Merce. His sleek dark tail twitched back and forth impatiently. "I take it you are the scary mercenary I've heard so much about." Lash blinked his eyes lazily looking around casually. "I must say you are rather clumsy for one, bumbling around and tripping on me in the dark. But, let's get on with it. You've seen the Redclaw horde right? I need someone like you, a cold, hard, mercenary to help me take over that rabble. Oh, I almost forgot, if you decide to help me you'll have you're share of the spoils of course." Lash's dark hypnotic eyes gazed into Merce's as he waited for a reply.

[redclaw]

(Hey wildrun, do want to keep this going? Or just say the Redclaw pulled back?)

[Wildrun]

((You've all actually pulled a head of me. Let me catch up then we'll see. XD ))

[Vikenti Whitedeath]

(Righto old bean)