Watching Newt (open)

[Shadess]

Lime Slicktongue was looking through a bush at the bog with his yellow eyes, the yellow newt wanted someone to come in so he could steal from that lost creature, but today had been a slow day for the him.. His followers, or twenty other newts, stood relaxing behind him, some where taking naps and some where watching him in admiration. Lime's purple tongue shot in and out of his mouth, he was beginning to get impatient. Of course, his quick thinking mind was trying to come up with a another way of fun, but his mind wasn't creative enough. He flicked his long slender tail and hit another green newt behind him "see any pray?" he asked in his snake like voice, the newt better have some decant answers
"gaw no sah, but there may be a errr rat if we looks hard enzus!" answered the green newt, who's name was Generva.
Stupid creatures, the other newts, they could barley talk! The main reason Lime would hold his temper against Generva (he didn't even know his name) was that he was one of few that could even talk
"lookit here you green one what if we look and don't find one? just keep quiet before something else stupid." hissed Lime
"yes sah- i mean sorry s-" he was caught short be Limes tail hitting him hard on the head
"i thought i said to be quiet you nit wit!" the dazed Generva was now smart enough only to nodd.

((not much or exciting, but it shows a bit about Limes personality.))

[redclaw]

Valdis Swiftsword hated the marsh. Absolutely hated it. he had already lost two beasts to the mud. He himself was safe enough. The guard were all around him, stepping over logs, poking bushes with their swords, and looking around warily. The lines came marching, marching straight toward were the newts lay.

(Sorry its so short

[Shadess]

(('tis fine, im happy with any post))

"SAH!" yelled out Generva and his tail went straight with fear, for there was a horde of beasts coming straight there way. Limes heart was beating too fast to knock him on the head again.
"what do we do?" asked another green newt from behind Generva
"ill tell ye what we do" snorted Lime, quickly recovering "we have some fun" he flicked his tail like a whip and called out orders to his nervous followers "alright, me lads this horde may look tough, but they aren't in the marsh, lets get um!" The newts behind him nodded and scattered around the bushes, taking cover and hiding, there yellow eyes shining out without blinking. The lead newt smiled, now it was time for him to be creative. He crawled on four legs (as all newts do) to the strangers

"ello, travlers, yew lost?" he asked, tongue flicking in and out.

[Wildrun]

((My shrew needs some love, but if I hug her she'll club me. DX Mind if she steps in?))

[Shadess]

((not at all, just as long she doesnt club the snot out o' Lime, XD JKing))

[Wildrun]

((...i make no promises. Trickio?

Trickio: I'll refuse to promise anything later. Your ride's here.

Me: Oh crap! I'll post later, Shadess, I gotta go. DX See ya! Trickio, guard the account, please.

Trickio: Not on yer life, mate. *goes to find some dinner*

Me: -.-" *calling after her* YOU KNOW, YOU'D GT MORE FREE MEALS IF YOU DIDN'T THREATEN TO BEAT PEOPLE'S BRAINS OUT FIRST!

*her oar flies through the air and hits me on the head*

ME: OW!))

[redclaw]

Valdis looked suspiciously at the newt before him. The creature was alone, or so it seemed. "Not lost," he lied, "just a little confused in these strange mists." After thinking for a moment he said, "Do you live here?" The guard gathered closer around Valdis, waiting the response of the strange animal.

[Wildrun]

"Curse." I hate swamps.

"It." I hate swamps.

Muttered ejaculations of snarling dissaproval were spat from the mouth of Trickio Rampbrush, Guosim land scout and self-named Supreme Miss Orneryness of Mossflower (and proud). She was coated in mud, grit and slime, which was nothing new, the smell ofthe lace was slightly acrid, but then again her nose was stuffed up, and the REAL bad thing was that she had no idea where she was going.

Of course these were not the problems she was scowling over. The issues she was swearing at currently were that a), she was hungry, b), her oar was beggining to feel heavy and she daren't leave it behind in THESE swamps, and c), she thought she'd heard vermin up ahead.

Wonderful.

Trickio scowled, shrugging her shoulders to try and make the weight ofthe oar--why hadn't she left it in the boat?--less uncomfortable, but to that end, nothing doing.

She had taken a breath and was about to use it up by muttering over her predicament again, but before she could get a word out she felt her paw snag on a twined, slimy root of some twisted swamp tree and she fell flat on her face.

The abrupt ending of her almost-rant sounded like this: "For the love of Log-a-L--Oompf! Blast, blast, blast, blast, blast it!"

I. Hate. Swamps!

"Godsss...Wot in t' name o' seasons do beasts think li'in here does fer 'em?!" Trickio snarled at the root that had tripped her and stamped on her way, squelching her paws through the muck and grumbling under breath in a mini-rant. The voice of vermin floated by her ears again, but she was too absobred in composing her Argument Against Swamp-Travel to care. The stomped into the small area Valdis and his company were in facing off against Lime and his company.

She came to an abrupt stop and glared at them all incredulously. No matter that they most likely lived here, or at least had better reason for being present than she did, she barked out athem in a thouroughly peeved tone, "Wot on earth are you doin' 'ere?!"

[redclaw]

Valdis was more than surprised when the shew, very oddly dressed, popped out and glared at them. "What on earth am I doing missy!" he said sarcastically, "what does it look like I'm doing!" His mood had been totally ruined by the swamp, the newt, and now this! He signaled for two of his group to come forward. Grinning nastily they eyed the shrew. Valdis waved them back and they stayed away from Trickio, for now.

Suddenly, further back in the line there was a shout,"Help! Old Mosseye fell in da swamp!" Followed by line such as, "Mosseye don't move!" "Throw 'im a line!"

Valdis sighed. Turning to both the shrew and the newt he said, "I would like nothing to tie you two together and throw you both in the swamps, but seeing as that fate would soon also be ours, anyone know the way out!" The men murmured among themselves, mostly about how they were all going to die.

[Shadess]

Lime hissed like a snake with his red tongue. Seeing the odds turned around, he twitched his tail telling his newts to move back and farther form site. Yawning in a care less way he turned around to face the shrew.

What where those shrew folk called? GISM? GOLLORIM? GERIOUM? either way, the clever newt sighed, the joke was already over, or was it? The warlord was angry ,and the shrew looked dangerous and proud, never make fun until you know your safe form there angry rage, and at the moment he was quit an easy target.

Thinking hard, Lime choose his words like one chooses which armor, one that will protect you, one that wont get your head slashed off the very second
"well, Madam, i was going to offer assistance to these los- i mean confused [/I} soldiers. I mean i was born and raised here, i know every creak, bush and tree" Lime smiled a bright smile and flicked his tongue again, noteing every move, especially when the guards moved closer to the leader, they haven't seen a newt yet.

Lime coughed and flicked his tongue out again "i can help your drowning fiend over there, im a great swim, well i cant swim in bogs but w- i mean I have great rescuing skills" The newt winced, he nearly said we, the word that proved he had his little followers ready to command, the word that might make the lost horde and the shrew more suspicious.

[Wildrun]

Eyeing oth parties grochily and with a hint of menaceing shrew pride, Trickio scowled. "I don't need any 'elp, so don't offer any," she grumped, as if expecting Lime to have known that just because was covered in muck and obviously had no idea where she was, that didn't mean she needed any help. Ick. What Guosim on the face of the earth would readily ask for help?

Trickio had thus far completely ignored the weasle and his bunch,even when two of them had advanced evilly. Now, however, she wheeled about and through them a withering frown. Swishing her oar in front of her, she moved towards them and started to shove her way through the group to get past them. As if they were the offending ones and not her, she growled, "Don't bother me."

Trotting briskly and with a buisness like stance, she stepped gingerly over more foliage, fishing her spare rope out from her pack as she did so. Looping a part of it into a secure knot, she tugged on it once, nodded satisfactorily, and tossed it at one of the vermin who were atemtping to get 'Mosseye' out of the swamp.

"Use 'at t' get 'im out, and pipe down. Yer hurting my ears, y' great lumps," she huffed, doing a neat round about and rejoining Valdis and Lime. Adressing Valdis, she said, "I'm finding my own way outta 'ere and if your an' yer friends must tag along then fine, but don't bother me. And if yer other group back there starts hollering again, would ya' tell 'em to shut their pie holes?"

The equation was suddenly very obvious--Trickio plus Swamp plus Vermin equals An Intolerant Grumpy Shrew.

[Shadess]

Lime snorted and said lazily "aye then, ill be watching as you sink in the bog close by, rivers cant save yer forever, miss" He rolled his eyes, the whole stubbornness act, this sort of thing always got creatures killed.

Lime raised an eyebrow to "you know miss, your quit... deep in this swamp waste land yer now and id be happy to as-"

Sadly, the dim witted Ginerva had been dancing in front of the sinking Mosseye screeching and laughing. Lime had to close his eyes and hold his breath to stop crying out in anger and dispeare. He had played it safe until Ginerva came along. Lime swore he was going to wipe that idiot a thousand times when he got a hold of him.

This time Lime hit his head against a tree at the next thing happening, two stupid yellow newts just came to him running "stop yer dancing fellor! stoppit! stoppit! Lime will wimp ya till he-" they fell under Limes angry glare and Ginerva realized what he done. The three dashed off to join the others.

Lime coughed and continued "who waz that? arg thats just me dumb brother-in-law. Haha, hez a bit off in za head" Lime couldn't keep up this ascent much longer, nor standing on four legs and pretending to be a bit off words himself.

[redclaw]

"Just a brother-in-law," said Valdis with an evil grin, "well my little reptile friend, how many other brother-in-laws do you have hiding in the bushes?" His paw moved slightly closer to his sword.

The Redclaw were surprised at the bravery and anger of Trickio. They moved aside to let her pass, not wanting to face her fury. Near the back of the line a stoat. known as Mosseye, had fallen in the swamp, probably pushed or jostled by the other solders. Several vermin were standing around the edge of the swamp, shouting and reaching for him. Mosseye had managed to grab a rock, but it was slowly sinking with him into the murky depths of the swamp. One imaginative one fox had tied together several of there capes to make a rope. However, he could not get near enough with everyone standing in the way.


(Now, I know a newt is not a reptile, but Valdis, who generally stays away from such creatures, really does not know

[Darkpatch]

Darkpatch hated the marshlands.

It was not so much as the part of the sinking, slimy ooze clawing at your footpaws in a seemingly well thought out attempt to drag him down into the dark brown morass that awaited below, covering up all signs of a struggle in the thin innocent looking reeds that covered the marsh. Or not even of the dirty black mess that always clung onto his fur and eyepatch and stuck hard in the baking sun, hardening him up like a golem. No, Darkpatch hated the marshlands because of it's overall dampness and great abundance of reptiles, which was ironic mostly because of the fact that the weedy ferret's primary weapon was highly dependent on the latter. Darkpatch had come here to hunt toads and snakes. Particularly the poisonous ones.

Despite his heavy rationing of his blowpipe darts, the aforementioned projectiles poison is not bottomless. Eventually the vial of venom that the ferret had in his belt had reached to such a low quantity as the equivalent of inverted critical mass. So, grudgingly Darkpatch accepted the sober truth, the dangers of the loss of his much needed ranged weapon weighed against the dangers of the Marshlands.

Finally sighting a small moss covered island rising in a half-moon circle over the stinky brown water in a half-moon circle. Dashing toward it with frightening speed seeing as how his footpaws were being kept constantly stuck by the black mud the thin ferret reached the bank. Drawing his footpaws out of the mud Darkpatch slunk down into the mossy coverings of the island. At this point Darkpatch unloosed from his patch two brown leather haversacks. One contained a nearly demolished loaf of bread along with a half empty gourd of elderberry cordial along with some nut filled cheese. In the second haversack (which was fairly larger in size and weight) contained an assortment of beakers, gourds, pots, pans and an intricate wood carving of a harvest mouse family picking flowers.

Nibbling on his loaf of bread Darkpatch surveyed the landscape, his eyes vigilant and scanning for movement around the marshlands. Almost as if absentmindedly the ferret merchant took out a thin and slender wooden tube along with ten poisoned darts, the last venom that Darkpatch was able to afford from his venom vial. Filled the blowpipe with a dart the ferret inserted the rest of the darts in pocket pouches in his belt.

Suddenly he was waken from his survey by shouting coming from not a distant away. Going down on his belly the ferret crawled forward slowly to investigate. Hiding in a dense bunch of shrubbery the ferret almost shrieked out in alarm at a whole horde of heavily armed vermin standing in the marshlands. Also, several vermin were crowded around a densely covered bog which was the source of the shouting. From his observation point Darkpatch deduced that one of their comrades had fallen into the bog and they were quite readily attempting to assist the poor fellow.

Darkpatch also witnessed the shrew Trickio throw a rope to the stoat and march off, seemingly blindly across the marshlands. Not to mention that a weasel, the seeming leader of the aforementioned horde of vermin was opening seemingly negotiations with a newt which appeared to be opening hostilities in the weasel leader. Of course, the weasel didn't seem angry, more like smiling as if discovering a secret. Then suddenly Darkpatch hatched a plan.

Stealing quietly through the marshes the ferret leaped unnoticed into the mass of rats, ferrets, stoats and weasels gathering around the conversation spot shuffling slowly to the front, Darkpatch was able to witness what was happening in a first hand point of view.

[Shadess]

Lime smiled darkly at the weasel
"how many? letsa ssssee...... Grinjar! Gloomer! Swipetail! come out 'ere!"

Reluctantly three lime green triplet newts walked from the shrubbery, but one of them (Grinjar) tripped over a ferret that had pushed its way to the front
"YAGRAH!" it hissed as it landed flat on its face and look up at the ferret, yellow eyes blazing, something was different from that one, he had a blowpipe.....
"IDOITZZ!" screeched Lime breaking the newt from suspicions and dashing over to him, the three all said together
"yez sah?"
"wells go save dat sinkin' newt you bumble 'eads! before i wipz youz with my tail!"

Skillfully the three newts dashed off through the ranks of horde beasts and Gloomer climbed on a branch that dipped half way into the bog and he heald out his tail
"grab on, vermin!" hissed Gloomer while Grinjar and Swipetail made shure the branch didn't crumble under the weight.
"hold on mosseye! weza gets you!" the two yelled.

Lime smiled again and hissed like a snake.
"now, were waz eye before? ah yez now me numbaz? ehh 'bout fifty on a good day"

[Darkpatch]

Darkpatch had many startling ordeals over his seasons. He was a coward, but an intelligent one who's selfish intentions and survival instinct was crucial to his survival over the years. One time the ferret had stumbled upon a group of rowdy, violent hedgehogs who had just been in a battle with a vermin gang. Darkpatch had to run for his life as the hedgehogs attacked him with javelins and slings. Another time a party of squirrels became knowledgeable of Darkpatch's trickery after one of the earthenware pots the ferret sold them had crumbled. The weedy ferret was chained to a post in the squirrel camp. Luckily, his guard was extensively lethargic and he was able to maneuver his escape quite quickly.

But this time nobody was more startled as Rial "Darkpatch" Irrunwey.

He was observing the meeting between the newt and the weasel when suddenly the newt let out a surprising statement and suddenly quick as a flash three newts exploded from the bushes and leaped toward the bog where the captive stoat lied sinking. Then it happened.

A newt tripped and fell right in front of Darkpatch. The ferret almost jumped out of his skin as it happened and the newt stared at him suspiciously then bounded off. Surprised by the sudden leap in front of him by the newt he fell backwards into the stomach of a burly stoat.

"Wotch where your trippin', idjit!" The sinewy vermin spat at Darkpatch. This in turn attracted the attention of the surrounding vermin, who's heads turned to stare at what irritated the muscled stoat.

Suddenly a rat beside Darkpatch cried out: "Hey! He ain't part of our crew! Oi've ne'er seen `im afore! We gots a spy in our midst, get `im, mates!"

Darkpatch acted fast. Avoiding the reaching arms of the stoat the ferret tackled the rat, lying him flat on his ground. Then Darkpatch ran. Unfortunately, his head was down to avoid slings and he crashed right into the weasel leader.

[redclaw]

Valdis was nearly knocked flat by the running ferret. However, his years of fighting paid of off. In the blink of an eye he jumped back up, drawing his sword. Pointing his rapier at Darkpatch's throat he said, "Listen ferret, if you want to fight keep doing that." Two of the guard drew their swords twirling them expertly. The vermin behind Darkpatch drew their blades, grinning in expectation of killing. Two of the solders stayed behind helping the newts pull Mosseye out of the swamp till he was safe. While the guards watched Darkpatch, Valdis turned to Lime. "Well newt," he said slyly, "you certainly must have allot of sisters!"

[Shadess]

brothers Lime thought dully, but it was best not to say that to a leader of a crew.

Lime hissed a beckoning call to his newt followers who where already coming out from the bushes, knowing that the secret was away thanks to Ginerva.

The different shaded green colored newts went behind him, all yellow or blue eyed. Lime counted in his head to make sure they where all there and they where, none wanted to desarte him.

The newt looked at the intruder that had banged into the leader, bad luck for him. Lime Slicktongue knew death or slavery awaited or if this warlord was merciful, to be let go.
"Well well, you should be thankin' Grinjar fa makin' dat intruder trip aye?" he smirked.

Grinjar, Gloomer and Swipetail puffed out there chests from beside Lime, proud he knew there names and where being respected.

[Wildrun]

Trickio was stitting agaisnt the slimy mossy trunk of one of the dry scratchy trees, the ones who lived in swamps and had peeling black bark that made strange ripping noises and wouldn't be reliable to dress a wound. She'd plopped down against it after delivering her pronouncement of rejecting being bothered and had watch with growing exasperation as more newts had appeared, ANOTHER muck-coated vermin had appeard and tried to blend in, and now the confrontation.

So much for not being annoyed.

Hufifng angrily, Trickio snatched up her oar, charged like an irritated bull at one of the horde members, and delt him a sound whack upside the head. "Log-a-log-a-log-a-looggggg!!!" She swished her oar in the air, swoling, not realizing that with mushy swamp moss dangling from her nose she didn't look incredibly terrifying.

Oblivious, Trickio cast a baleful eye at the drawn rapier and snorted. "Do you e'ev know 'ow to handle that, mate? Rapiers are shrew weapons, boyo. And wot are ye' all foaming at the mouth o'er 'im for?" She pointed her oar accusingly at Darkpatch. "It's one intruder, fer the love 'o me river. Don't inhance yer own reputations and why don't we 'ear wot 'e thinks 'e'll accomplish, sneaking in with yer bunch."

It was all very typically brash and arrogant. Trickio was attemtping to take charge, but this wasn't her turf and these weren't her people.

[redclaw]

Valdis turned to Trickio. "Thats it bug," he said angrily, "I shall squish you!" He charged her, an insane light in his eyes. His day had got worse and worse. Trickio hitting the hordebeast was the last straw. He swung his rapier horizontally at Trikio's waist, hoping to slice her in two. The horde beasts surrounded the newts, guarding them till their boss was done.