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Post by Prankster101 on Aug 5, 2010 12:32:49 GMT -5
((Ooc: Yes it is. And I guess you could join, just watch out. Travi is highly emotional right now, and half dead. Just had episode of bloodwrath, and could have another one. Fair Warning.))
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Rorgus
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Prince o' otters
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Post by Rorgus on Aug 7, 2010 16:01:30 GMT -5
Rorgus woke up the next morning as the sun just peered over the tree tops. He stood up stretching and yawing he then saw Travi's empty bed wondered where he was. He dressed and went down stairs looking for him.
He went out side and looked around, then going to the river he looked there. He was just beginning to wonder if Travi had left all together when he noticed a figure lying a ways off. He headed toward it, He felt a great fear come over him as he approached the figure. He knew who it was all along. It couldn't be any other beast. He neared it it was an otter. He broke into a run, when he reached Travi's side his fears were confirmed.
Travi was lying on his side caked with blood. Rorgus guessed what had happened. Travi in his bloodwrath had found some vermin and killed them all. Receiving many wounds as well. Rorgus knelt down beside Travi's head tears rolled down his cheeks, Travi wasn't breathing. He picked him up and carried him to the cottage, he took him in and put him on a bed. Saffron then came in, she gasped as she saw Travi covered in blood. She did not know about the bloodwrath and that Travi had it. " Whu....what happened? Is he alive?" She hurried over. Feeling his hear. It was still beating but feebly. He wasn't breathing. " Hurry Rorgus go up and get Mother, and you had better wake up Silenis." Rorgus did what his sister told him to, he felt miserable. He went upstairs and found his mother, he told her what had happened. She hurried downstairs and set to work as fast as she could. Soon she had all the blood off and Travi was clean and he was breathing again though he was still unconscious.
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Post by greenfang on Aug 9, 2010 10:57:04 GMT -5
Generals Aleksey Ironheart and Ivan Dragonson walked side by side through the dense wood of Mossflower. They, like the other Syrean beasts around them, had been pulled from their everyday lives to follow Princess Verusha Whitedeath on her mission to find her brother, Merce. Ivan was not particularly exited about this mission, and the ferret made it plain to his companion as he drunk noisily from a canteen of wine.
"It's to bad we couldn't stop for breakfast," Ivan muttered, "a spot of tea would have done me a world of good."
"We can't stop," Aleksey growled, "we must find the lost prince!"
"We are not going to find him," Ivan retorted flatly, "we are following a mad princess on the trail of somebeast called Merce who may look somewhat like Prince Vikenti."
Aleksey turned angrily on Ivan, halting the line in it progress. "You take back what you said about Princess Verusha," he hissed, "or I will slit your throat, traitor!"
Ivan smiled and took another swig of wine. "I would love to see you try," he said to the irate fox, "and even if you did, you know Lord Vadim would tear you to pieces."
"I don't see why the king likes you so much," Aleksey whined, "you're a fat old fool."
"Will you two idiots shut up and get over here," Verusha's voice came from the head of the column, "there is something you should see!" The two generals hastened to the front, pushing past their underlings. They looked where she pointed with one white paw. Dead vermin lay scattered about the remains of a camp; they were obviously slain by another beast, not by any natural cause.
"What beast could have done this?" Aleksey asked, "They killed every one, and lived to tell the tale!" He pointed to where Travi's bloody paw prints disappeared among trees.
"He may not have lived long," Ivan said, "he probably died of blood loss in the woods."
"It must have been the one they call Merce, my brother," Verusha said confidently, "only a Whitedeath could do this."
"A little pipsqueak like Vikenti could never kill this many," Ivan muttered to himself.
"What did you say general?" Verusha looked at Ivan with one eyebrow raised.
"Nothing milady," Ivan answered with a sigh.
"Good," Verusha said, "now we will follow this trail! It must lead to Vikenti."
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After an hour or so of following Travi's ragged trail, the Syrean warband arrived at the clearing where the house of Rorgus' family stood. Verusha stood looking at the little house with a puzzled face. "It must not have been Vikenti," Aleksey said, "he would never have settled down and lived with a family. I hear several voices inside."
"I must admit that you are right General Aleksey," Verusha said, "but we shall still enter that house."
"Why milady?" Ivan asked, "These beasts have no fight with us! We should leave them alone."
"Silence general," Verusha growled, "there are two reasons. One, to ask them if the know where Merce is. Two, to find out what beast was capable of slaying so many. Is that clear?"
"Yes milady," Ivan said sadly.
"Now, follow me," Verusha waved her paw to her commanders, "and Ivan, leave the wine flask." Ivan slipped the wine into his cloak, unwilling to leave it behind. Verusha approached the door of the little house, Aleksey on her right, and Ivan on her left. "Open up in the name of Syrea," she shouted as she knocked loudly on the wooden door, "or we'll knock this door down!"
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Post by Prankster101 on Aug 27, 2010 6:56:40 GMT -5
Darkness flooded Travi's vision. He was dying, he could feel it. Everything was cold, his eyes were closed but he could see, and he could not feel anything, but he moved around. There was a heavy silver fog, the only light in the black void. But the light, seemed to come from inside the fog itself.
The fog advanced toward Travisoso swirling around his body.When it brushed against his fur, it felt warm, and he heard it, whisper?
Travioso...
"Who are you?..." Travi heard himself ask, for he did not open his mouth, but it was most defiantly his voice.
Go Back...It's not your time...
"Why? What's left for me?..." Travi asked as he watched the sliver light. It was now that he realized that he was still covered in blood, but he felt no pain. In Bloodwrath he felt no pain, but this was not the same. He could think clearly.
Go back...back....
The voice in the silver fog sounded like more than one voice, but every voice said the same thing at the same time, like a choir. As it finished talking the voice began to weaken and the silver light fade away.
Travi felt himself pulled backwards forcibly as the darkness seemed to swallow him up. Pain shot through his chest rudder and wrist. He was heading back.
Travioso's eyes flickered open as he coughed, a bit of blood coming up out of his mouth. Something large and brown was above him, no, wait, some one. As Travi's eyes focused he saw Rorgus's mother, Sapphire. She had bandages in her paws. Travi could feel a bandage around his rudder, his leg, his twisted wrist, and his ribs. Looking past Sapphire, Travi could see Rorgus and his sister. If they were all down here, Silenis must be around somewhere.
Why did he have to live? It was probably going to be a while before he would be ready to travel back to Redwall, and he hated being a burden. After coughing again, Travi looked up at Sapphire and struggled to speak in a rough, broken tone. "T'ank ye..."
"Open up in the name of Syrea," she shouted as she knocked loudly on the wooden door, "or we'll knock this door down!"
Travioso's eyes narrowed as they flashed toward the door. That snobby voice. He had heard a voice like that, but where? No, that's not important right now.
He reached over the side of the bed with his good paw and picked up his bow as Travi struggled to sit up, his broken ribs hampering him a bit. But when he had sat up enough, he strung his bow and pointed the arrow towards the door.
"Syrea, ne' er heard o' it, "Travi spoke brokenly, to Rorgus and his family. "But iffen dey want ta play like dat, dey'll see why am still livin'...."
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Elizabeth
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Imagination is more important than knowledge - Albert Einstein
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Post by Elizabeth on Aug 27, 2010 13:35:39 GMT -5
(sorry...)
As Rorgus knocked on her door, urging her to wake up and come downstairs, Silenis struggled out of her blankets and to her feet. She was so tired from being up all last night but she knew she had to get up. It was odd she felt this way. Perhaps it was something of the urgency in Rorgus' voice. She forced herself to wake up and ran downstairs forgetting to grab her weapons and cloak.
She saw Travi lying there on the bed. His fur matted and torn up. His breath coming in feeble rasping gasps. His wounds were gruesome and there were many. Silenis knew at once his was knocking on the gates of the dark forest. Lowering her head as if ashamed of what happened, she walked forward. She felt almost as if she had something to do with it.
"How could this happen?" She muttered placing a paw on the edge of the bed.
"Open up in the name of Syrea, or we'll knock this door down!"
Silenis glanced angrily in the direction of the door. She was about to say something when Travi stirred. She felt very faint and startled as she watched Travi sit up. "Travioso! You can't do that!" She said as he strung his bow. This was more an exclamation than a command on her part.
"Syrea, ne' er heard o' it, But iffen dey want ta play like dat, dey'll see why am still livin'...."
"Travi, stay seated and watch our backs with that bow of yours. Come on Rorg'. Let's go find out who's decided to bother us today." Silenis beckoned Rorgus to the door.
She opened the door slowly, wishing she hadn't left her dagger in her room. "What do you want!" Silenis commanded when she saw the three vermin at the door step.
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Post by greenfang on Aug 30, 2010 15:37:36 GMT -5
As the door opened, the three lead vermin peered into the shadow of the hut. They saw that it was a young ottermaid who had opened the door. Behind her they saw a few other otters, one wounded and holding a bow. At the sight of Travi, Aleksey got very excited. "That must be him!" Aleksey said, pointing at Travi, "the beast who killed so many!"
"Shut up idiot," Verusha growled and pushed the fox to the side, "I can see who it is." She stepped into the doorway, blocking the light that shone through with her shadow. "Have any of you beasts heard of one called Merce Whitedeath?" Verusha asked the otters in a commanding voice, "he looks much like me, white furred and red eyed."
Ivan shook his head disapprovingly. "Trying to intimidate these beasts will not work," he wispered to Aleksey, "you will catch more ferrets with wine than with spears."
"You and your sayings," Aleksey said angrily, "we don't have to be nice to this scum! The princess can do what she wants!" He was grumpy after being put off by Verusha. He strove to please the royal family any way he could and his failure stung.
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Post by Prankster101 on Sept 1, 2010 21:24:59 GMT -5
"Travioso! You can't do that!"
"Watc' mea." Travi growled and coughed as he loaded his bow, every joint in his body screaming in pain. But he fought it down.
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"Travi, stay seated and watch our backs with that bow of yours. Come on Rorg'. Let's go find out who's decided to bother us today."
Travi nodded as he brought his bow up and pointed it toward the door. Anybeast who even thought about doing something that Travi didn't like, they would be dead before they even crossed through the threshold...
"What do you want!"
Three vermin stood at the door. One a ferret, another a fox. Both dressed like officers of an army. But the one in the middle, a weasel, a white weasel! Travi had seen one of those before. One that looked just like the murder. Travi's eyes narrowed as he pulled his bow tighter, pointing the arrow directly at the weasel's face.
"That must be him! [...]the beast who killed so many!"
"Aye!" Travi growled, his voice still very harsh and rough, a bit of blood pooling in his mouth. "An' if ye wantta see mea da it ag'in. Take un mure step."
"Shut up idiot, [...] I can see who it is." She stepped into the doorway, blocking the light that shone through with her shadow. "Have any of you beasts heard of one called Merce Whitedeath? [...] he looks much like me, white furred and red eyed."
Travi chuckled aloud, even though it pained his chest to do so. With his arrowhead still pointed at the white weasel that stood in the door, Travi spoke before anyone else could, his voice rough and dripping with malice.
"'Eard o' 'im? Gave 'im da poundin' da murder deserved be mure like it! Last time Ah saw da coward, 'e was a runnin', puffy w'ite tail between 'is legs. W'ere 'e bea now, ah nay care. More dead da better. An' ye'll be da same if ye aren't a leavin' NAW..."
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Rorgus
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Prince o' otters
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Post by Rorgus on Sept 3, 2010 6:57:46 GMT -5
"Open up in the name of Syrea, or we'll knock this door down!"
Rorgus looked up in annoyance and anger at the door. He didn't like vermin knocking at his door and demanding to be let in.
"Travi, stay seated and watch our backs with that bow of yours. Come on Rorg'. Let's go find out who's decided to bother us today." Rorgus nodded grimly picking up his dirk and passing a dagger to Silenis. He gripped his dirk tightly and nodded to Silenis to open the door. There standing on the doorstep were three vermin a fox a ferret and in the middle a white weasel. " What do you want?"" Growled Rorgus.
"That must be him! [...]the beast who killed so many!""Shut up idiot, [...] I can see who it is." She stepped into the doorway, blocking the light that shone through with her shadow. "Have any of you beasts heard of one called Merce Whitedeath? [...] he looks much like me, white furred and red eyed."
NO I ain't seen any white furred weasels besides you and don't aim to ether. Now if you don't git out o' here I'll be seein a dead one!
"'Eard o' 'im? Gave 'im da poundin' da murder deserved be mure like it! Last time Ah saw da coward, 'e was a runnin', puffy w'ite tail between 'is legs. W'ere 'e bea now, ah nay care. More dead da better. An' ye'll be da same if ye aren't a leavin' NAW..."
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Post by greenfang on Sept 3, 2010 12:42:11 GMT -5
"That sounds just like my coward of a brother," Verusha said with a smirk, "but I am not like him. Do you really think you can scare me with your threats?"
Ivan stepped forward to Verusha's side. "We should leave milady," he said firmly, "we know all we need to and it is obvious they do not want us here."
Verusha gave Ivan an icy glare. "Don't worry old fool," she growled, "I won't hurt any of them, much." She turned to the otters. "You woodlanders have such high ideals of honor," Verusha smiled, "so, if any of you are brave enough to fight me paw to paw, and without any of your friends to back you up, I challenge you! If you don't, you will be dishonored as cowards!"
Aleksey grinned and looked at the competition Verusha faced. There were a few female otters, a wounded one, and a young male. Ivan looked disappointed, even a little sad. "At least she wasn't trying to kill any of them," he thought, "they really had no fight with us."
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Post by Prankster101 on Sept 3, 2010 14:00:59 GMT -5
"That sounds just like my coward of a brother, but I am not like him. Do you really think you can scare me with your threats?"
"O', trust mea..." Travi growled, his eyes beginning to flush pink again. "...ah ain't bluffin'..."
"We should leave milady, we know all we need to and it is obvious they do not want us here."
"Don't worry old fool, I won't hurt any of them, much. You woodlanders have such high ideals of honor, so, if any of you are brave enough to fight me paw to paw, and without any of your friends to back you up, I challenge you! If you don't, you will be dishonored as cowards!"
Travi couldn't take it anymore. This big mouthed weasel had done enough. Lowering his bow, Travi, eyes red and blood shot, stood up.
Standing should have pained Travioso to no end. With his bandages and injuries, he should have collapsed. He shouldn't have been able to breathe, but he stood.
Travi was back under Bloodwrath's control. He was not about to let this weasel hurt anyone. If anyone deserved to be killed, it was him anyway. Travi felt no pain, his mind was completely void of everything save blood, and death. It was time for this weasel to face a warrior who was no coward.
"Ye even put un paw on my friends yer dead meat ye puffed-up pimp excuse for a princess. Ye ain't naw princess. Yer a coward, just like yer murderin' brot'er. Only ah coward calls out a fig't to prove bravery and 'onor from warriors. An' naw ye'll sea w'y..."
Travi snarled, teeth bared, eyes bloodshot. He would fight bare pawed. Nothing was going to stop him now.....
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Post by greenfang on Sept 3, 2010 15:53:40 GMT -5
Verusha faced the red eyed otter with a smile. "Murderer?" she asked, "you're one to talk. Think of all the beasts that you killed back at that camp. Sure they killed first, but do two wrongs make a right?" Unbuckling her sword belt, Verusha handed it Aleksey. "Here, hold this while I fight," she said, "if you so much as scratch it you're a dead beast." Aleksey nodded grimly.
"Now, where were we," Verusha asked rhetorically as she faced Travi once more, "oh yes, let's go." She suddenly flung herself backwards out of the door. At first it looked as if she would simply fall to the ground, but she suddenly thrust her forepaws over her head and flipped over in a backwards hand spring. As she landed in the grass she settled down into a Dar Ithill (the eastern style martial art of Syrea) fighting stance. "Come on you big brute," Verusha hissed, "let's see what you've got!"
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Post by Prankster101 on Sept 14, 2010 20:39:17 GMT -5
"Murderer?" she asked, "you're one to talk. Think of all the beasts that you killed back at that camp. Sure they killed first, but do two wrongs make a right?"
"Forest fires can be a deadly force in da dry seasons." Travi snarled with an evil grin. "Da only was ta stop dem is ta lig't anot'er fire ta contain da ot'er an' watc' it die. Dat's simply w'at ah do. Ah lig't da fire, an' watc' ye die!"
"Now, where were we," Verusha asked rhetorically as she faced Travi once more, "oh yes, let's go." [...] "Come on you big brute," Verusha hissed, "let's see what you've got!"
Travioso snarled as he watched the white weasel did a back flip out the door. Travi bounded after her, completely forgetting his injuries, in the full grip of bloodwrath. Bring up his paws in a boxing like stance, but knees bent like a wrestler, Travi snarled. "Ye first weaklin'..."
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Post by greenfang on Sept 20, 2010 6:52:24 GMT -5
"Didn't anybody ever tell you not to fight fire with fire?" Verusha asked with smirk, "everyone ends up burnt." She quickly stepped to one side so that she was facing Travioso's knee head on. Then Verusha side kicked at his knee, attempting to break it, or at least knock him off balance. Then, without letting her foot paw touch the ground, she drew it back and then side kicked at the otter's face.
Ivan looked on at the battle somewhat aggravated. "Both the princess at that otter are so headstrong," he told Aleksey, "there was no cause for combat between them. At least it's a fair fight."
"The otter was being disrespectful," Aleksey said, "he needed punished."
"You always say what you what you think the royal family would say," Ivan said, "don't you have any ideas of your own?"
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Post by Prankster101 on Sept 20, 2010 21:12:24 GMT -5
Didn't anybody ever tell you not to fight fire with fire?" Verusha asked with smirk, "everyone ends up burnt."
"Maybe." Travi snarled. "But Ah'm sure da only un gettin' burned 'ere is ye."
Watching the weasel's foot paw, Travi dropped his knees and threw out his paws. This way, the kick aimed at his knee missed completely, but almost grazed his face, and the second kick aimed at where is face once was hit nothing but empty air.
From the ground, Travi took advantage of the fact the weasel as balancing on only one foot and rolled forward. Springing up, Travi swung at the back of the weasel's support leg with his rudder while bring his fist up with his body in a powerful right upper cut to her chin. And because he was so close to the weasel, he knew she would have little room to react, but if she managed to, he might take a hefty blow. Ah well.. The spoils of war...
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