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Post by Tulian Solum on Mar 22, 2011 3:16:22 GMT -5
(Wasn't really sure where the active points were on this site so I thought I would just put this in two sections. I hope its alright, I'll delete one once I've got a reply in the other. Just want to cover my bases here and be sure I can RP with some of you  ) Bobbing up and down on the sea's never ending swells Tulian clung desperately to the wet wood of the barrel that was acting as his only lifeline in the sea. He couldn't even feel his grip anymore on the barrel after days of nothing but up and down with no signs of land or anything for that matter. It was all he could do to force himself to stay awake, knowing that if he fell asleep he would wake up at the gates of Dark Forest. But he could feel his desperate clinging to the waking world loosening slowly as was his position on the barrel, inching ever lower with each hour. He had almost given up hope, and was about to just give up and let himself sink beneath the water for the last time when he cast a slow look around, and a splotch of blackness greeted his eyes on the horizon. Slowly dragging his spent body up on the barrel he got a slightly better look, blinking several times to ensure himself that it was indeed real what he was seeing. It was. Finally. Land. Slowly kicking toward it he hugged the barrel closer to his shirt with new found determination. The weasel had been wrong, he did remember his maps well enough to know that land was this way. In his exhausted state he didn't know nor care whose land it was, as long as he was out of this accursed sea and onto nice, dry, firm, land. Several hours had passed since this his first glimpse of the land, buy now he was much closer, enough to make out trees and what seemed to be a river which flowed out into the sea. But by now the fresh set of legs he had gotten on spotting the land had fallen just like the rest of his body, and he could only float slowly toward the shore the last few hundred yards, the days of bobbing and struggling to keep afloat finally catching up with him. Laying his head on the barrel he collapsed into a exhaustion fueled deep sleep, not even awake to feel his accomplishment as the barrel and its rat cargo finally bumped into solid ground. He had made it. |
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Post by Ocutrum the Scourge on Mar 22, 2011 16:15:31 GMT -5
Ocutrum had been leading a search party down the river from his camp. So far, they had taken several birds, birds eggs, and several vareities of fruit. It was going good so far..... Yet no one could catch a fish. Ocutrum urged on the group,, less they feel the barb of his tail. Eventually, he got tired of the idiotic performance, and mumbling to himself, "Idiots....", He walked further down the river.....
As he reached where it met the ocean, he walked toward the opening in the land. He looked out over the horizon..... From when he had sunk his fathers ship, he always had comtempt for the ocean. He spat intoo the waters, and turned. Suddenly, he saw the rat. He walked towards it, and shaked the limp form. |
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Post by Tulian Solum on Mar 23, 2011 14:26:47 GMT -5
The rat didn't give any reply that it had been shook, only continued to breathe raggedly as he fell back into dreams. He was back on his ship, back in the glory days of following his maps and raid after raid of good loot. He was on the deck, enjoying the feast of woodlander food after a successful raid. The ship was moored near the shore of a forest area. A thought struck Tul as he looked over the railing at the forest, holding his cup of rum as he watched the forest. There was something about it that perturbed him. He leaned on the railing as he continued to think, some of the crew calling to him as the feast continued. He absentmindedly waved a paw at them, until heavy footsteps behind him caused him to finally turn. It was the weasel, who grinned evilly at him as he nodded to the forest. Tul glanced back at the forest, he knew it now, as he felt the weasels paws grip his neck. Mossflower wood, home of the famed Redwall abbey and its armies of otters, squirrels, mice, and shrews. A very dangerous place for a corsair. He only sighed as he was hurled from the ship toward land, not falling but floating toward the forest, just before he hit it the forest seemed to shatter and his dreams just fell into blackness. A single tail twitch was the only response on the outside to his revelation as the rat continued to sleep. (Wasn't really sure about being in your horde, but hey, lets see where this goes ) |
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Post by Ocutrum the Scourge on Mar 24, 2011 16:27:20 GMT -5
Ocutrum sighed. The rat was alive. Shaking him harder, he lifted him up, yelling to his foraging party. "Git over here, yah idjits! We got ourselves a rat. If it can live till we get to camp, he might just be worth keeping. On the double!" as several vermin rushed up to him, he looked at the group of creatures. He analyzed there builds, and picked one rather thin and wiry stoat.
"You, are ya a good, strong beast? And a good runner too?" It nodded vigurously, and smiled, missing two teeth on his left side. "Yes chief. Yah kin count on old Kniffpaw." Ocutrum smiled, and patted his shoulder. "Alright then," He said, handing him the rat, "Carry him to the camp. Get him a good drink by the river. Cummon crew, Lets go!" Walking down, he heard the hurried footsteps, and smiled happily. |
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Post by Tulian Solum on Mar 27, 2011 20:08:54 GMT -5
The blackness of his dreams soon turned back to the all familiar darkness of the sea, bobbing up from under the water he tread water, the sea oddly still in the night. It was as if it was waiting just as he was for something. Looking around at the darkness of the world he felt lost, as if everything had abandoned him and he was truly alone in the world.
But he was swiftly dragged from his dark ruminations as the water suddenly became real and he awoke spluttering and coughing as some stoat dunked his head under some water. Taking a weak swing at the stoat as he released him he coughed up some more water before slumping against the stream bank, looking up through half closed eyes at a stoat and some odd looking rat. The days without sleep still hanging heavily on him.
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Post by Ocutrum the Scourge on Mar 27, 2011 21:30:16 GMT -5
Ocutrum had turned around as soon as he heard the coughing. He smiled grimly, and walked toward the rat. Leaning down, he tickled underneath the rats chin with his barbed tail. he knew it would not cause any skin to break, yet it would still be painful. His breath expelled close to the rats nostrils as he spoke.
"Whats your name, corsair? And tell me, why should I let you live?" He then stood back up, and savagely kicked the beast. "Tell me, Rat! Speak up, go on now!" |
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Post by Tulian Solum on Mar 31, 2011 21:15:27 GMT -5
The combination of the other rats barbed tail and rancid, even by corsair standards, breath blasted into his face Tul began to wake up and take stock. Although he knew he wouldn't be able to keep it up for long he would soon just pass out, right now their was danger to him, especially after the other rat spoke.
Quickly snatching his dagger handle he drew it then rolled till he was out of reach of the other rat, narrowing his eyes at him and baring his fangs a bit at him. But he remained silent, switching his eyes from the rat to the stoat as he held his dagger ready, breathing deeply to try and force his mind to be alert to these new threats...
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Post by Ocutrum the Scourge on Apr 1, 2011 21:48:34 GMT -5
Ocutrum smiled. He motioned for the others to stay back, and slowly pulled a dagger from his sash. He looked down at it, and rubbed its blade along his cloak hem. "Well, looks like we have a fighter. You could be useful to me, you know." He said, his voice thin as ice. He stopped rubbing his dagger, and dropped the cloak, poised to throw. "And if I fid you aren't useful, I can always slay you." |
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Post by Tulian Solum on Apr 4, 2011 18:16:05 GMT -5
Keeping far enough back that he could keep most of the creatures in view Tul watched the other rat. It was clear that this was some leader, and from the camp and several other beasts he guessed a large band or robbers or some such. Lowering his dagger slightly as the other rat said he could be useful he then quickly brought it back up as the other threatened him.
Gripping his weapon tighter he narrowed his eyes as best he could. But as he tried to say something he yawned, his eyes closing unintentionally and leaving himself momentarily open...
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Post by Ocutrum the Scourge on Apr 6, 2011 16:59:58 GMT -5
Ocutrum sneered. The rat was obviously in poor condition, yet it was still able to do some tricks. SO he strayed his dagger point, throwing it powerfully into the river. It thudded into the shallows, tar flaking off in the water. His bat-wing cloak blew slowly in the breeze, his single eye sharp and menacing in the afternoon light. He sighed slowly, and motioned to the band he was leading. "Carry him to the camp. If he resists, knock him out, cold. He'll be ueul, we just havve to make sure he survives, alright?" He saw them nodding dumbly and he smiled grimly, plucking his dagger from the shallows. "Good, then lets get going!" |
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Post by Tulian Solum on Apr 8, 2011 16:01:20 GMT -5
Tul didn't have time to open his eyes from his yawn before he was clouted all too enthusiastically in the side of the head with a spear haft. Crumpling to the ground he managed to keep tight hold of his dagger as the horde beasts snickered at how easy he fell. Soon enough he was being carried along by the largest of them toward the main camp.
Tul actually enjoyed the chance for more sleep but was not too thrilled about being press ganged into a horde, but there wasn't much he could do about it now. Maybe he would have a chance to flee later on, but then where would he go?......Maybe this was the best thing for now, to at least have a band for protection until he could think of something better. Who knows, he may even prove useful to this large rat and get a good deal out of this whole arrangement.
(New thread for your camp?)
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Post by Ocutrum the Scourge on Apr 11, 2011 13:39:42 GMT -5
(No, no new thread. My Camp is Camped near the Rivermoss enough, so we can do it here, anyway.) Octrum walked ahead of his group, reaching the edge of camp. Cursing, he yelled at his group, bullying them to be faster. "Come up, Maggots! Are ye useless or are ye not smart enough to understand what i'm saying? Get your half sense head here, before I get back there and cut yer tails off!" The team was now at a brisk jot, and stoped in front of their commander. He smiled slightly, and pointed to the other rat.
"Lift him up, and assign him to this group. There good healers, and they'll keep an eye on his." he said, turning around, "And you bunch, when he's alive enough, send him to me. I want to know more about this Corsair. Hold him any longer than he needs, and I'll kill you all personally, understood?" The group nodded dumbly, and he smiled. "Good. Back to your camp spots, and give me that woodpigeon you got there." |
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Post by Tulian Solum on Apr 13, 2011 7:35:39 GMT -5
Grunting a little as he was dumped next to the healers Tul remained out. Even after being worked on a little to patch what wounds he did have he didn't stir. The healers shrugging and assuming that he just really needs the sleep.
Soon curling somewhat into a ball Tul slept away, back in the ship during the good days of loot, smooth seas, and good mates to enjoy them with. Swinging beakers of rum in tune with the shanty that was beginning in the deck as several of the crew began to dance. And soon enough, fueled by a supply of rum, Tul and the rest of the crew joined in. But the happy memories couldn't last as he mumbled and slowly opened his eyes. Yawning a bit he moved his paws to rub his eyes only to find them grabbed and himself hauled up wards.
The world still coming into focus he only say blurry images of creatures and trees before he was almost tossed in front of the same rat from before. Instinctively reaching for hid dagger he found his paw grasp empty air where the handle used to be. Muttering a curse he looked up at the large rat as he came into view, narrowing his eyes a bit to try and get a better view and also to hopefully show that he wasn't afraid of this stranger.
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Post by Ocutrum the Scourge on Apr 14, 2011 18:42:53 GMT -5
Ocutrum leaned back in his regally flourished tent. In his paw he held an elegent gilded goblet, filled to the brim with redcurrant wine, of which he drank sparingly. In his other paw, he held his barbed tail lazily as his cape was suspened over the back of his chair. His single eye was glazed over as he looked at his tent wall, utterly bored. A woodpigeon lay before him on a silver plate, roasted and basted on a spit. Its feathers had al been plucked, and it looked magnificent. But he didn't care. He wasn't really hungry, just slightly impatient. He had dropped thr rat by his best healers, and yet it had been three days. He should be at his tent by now. So Ocutrum got more bored...
Of course, being a warlord, the peace, quiet, and boredness didn't last long. His look out, a weasel with a strong northern accent called out to him. "Ach, here deh come. Nae should deh've tikin dat long, eh?"The larger rat warlord ignored the curious weasel, and instead, dealt him a blow acrooss his head with his paw, which, unfortunately, still held the goblet, and stunned the weasel, the beast falling over. Ocutrum strode forth, his helm still inside his tent, his cape swung across his shoulders. Of course, this only made him more menacing, and even more deadly looking. Once Ocutrum looked out, he saw them, rising a small dust cloud behind them. He smiled.
They soon met him, in the time where night met day. He was now shaded by his tent, and was still not wearing his helm, nor his strap of daggers. Rather, he was wirling his tail idily, the barb swishing through the air with an odd whistling noise. He only stood there as his healerss stood there, completely out of breath, the rat dumped beneath him. "So..." He said finnaly, his eyes closely looking at the rat, "Are you of service now?" |
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Post by Tulian Solum on Apr 15, 2011 21:21:24 GMT -5
Keeping his eye narrows as the world filtered through his slowly awakening mind the rat soon enough came into focus, along with the rest of the camp. Slowly standing up as he looked the rat over he hummmed a bit. This was defiantly some kind of leader, and by the looks of the camp he had been taken to of quiet a large group, maybe even a horde. Not replying immediately to what the rat asked he stood silent, thinking all this over.
Remembering where he was, the woods of Mossflower, he grimaced a little. This was probably another warlord who thought he could take the fabled abbey away from the woodlanders. Great...he was in the company of a madman with a entire horde of slow thinking followers. Quickly reverting his face back to a neutral pose as to not anger such a rat he looked around a last time before turning to look at the larger rat.
"For a horde I would assume? Trying to take Redwall are ye?"
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Post by Ocutrum the Scourge on Jun 27, 2011 22:01:21 GMT -5
Ocutrum leaned backwards, his tail swishing menacingly over the other rats torso, his eye looking into the land of which his horde lay. He nodded slowly, a smile spreding across his muzzle. "Look around you. I have over 50 Score of Vermin with me! My ancestor, Cluny, had only 10 score. Five times the size of his army, and with it, I shall take that red nuisance to the world, and use it as my own! There will be nothing to stop me, except a swarm of angry farmers with a protective advantage. But I have machines of war, tactics, and great amounts of weapons beyond any other! Tell me, could Redwall defeat me? What chances would they have? What could they do, except put up a small resistance?"
He looked down at the other rat, his single eye glittering evily, his tail pulled back from his body, held in his hand should the rat try anything to escape or disclaim him. |
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Post by Tulian Solum on Jul 1, 2011 16:41:46 GMT -5
Trying his best to keep his face neutral Tul soon broke into a smile just from the sheer stupid conviction the rat seemed to have. Though to the warlord it would probably look like the rat was agreeing to him, that is until he opened his mouth;
"Ye....a group of farmers with a large wall between you and them. And the squirrels, otters, shrews, and hares that would probably come to ta defense of them should they get word, which they probably already have, of this army. If ye truly believe that you can win where SO many others have failed, tell me, what makes you different from yer dear old ancestor besides numbers? What one thing do ta have that will make this whole thing have a different outcome for ya?"
It was clear that Tul was being snarky, but he believed he had such a right because he had come across several documented accounts of the beasts that had tried to take the abbey before on his sailings, and although some seemed to get close one never fully succeeded.
Tsking a little after his tirade he turned around and began to walk away from the rat, he wouldn't serve such a madman on a mission that would only lead to his death at the hands of some otter. But Tul underestimated the cruelty of the rat he had just turned his back on...
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Post by Ocutrum the Scourge on Jul 2, 2011 15:20:53 GMT -5
Ocutrum scowled, and whipped his tail barb toward the other rats arm. As blood spurted around him, he turned around. Talking to the nearest stoat, he began to give out orders. "Take the rat to the medical tent. No stretchers, just drag him. Give him the antidote when he gets there, just in case. When he's healed, put him in manacles and bring him back. Also, don't give him and food or drink. And someone get Vladimir, because i'll be needing him whne the rat is back. Oh yes, I will." Ocutrum smiled then, his yellowed fangs glistening in twilight. "Now go, or feel the stig of my barb, fools." |
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Post by Tulian Solum on Jul 8, 2011 15:40:35 GMT -5
Screaming in pain as the barb tore through his arm and spun him around Tul held the bleeding spot as he was forced to watch the other rat. He briefly considered just flat out running, but then he lost the feeling in his arm and the other rat said something about antidote...So he was with a madman who also poisoned parts of his own body. Sighing as the warlord laid down his sentence he watched a tall thick looking stoat walked forward with a spear. Knowing it would be pointless to try and run now he just shut his eyes as the spear haft was swung at his head.
Falling without any other sound he was dragged through the camp and tossed in front of the healers again. Working quickly to try and save his arm before he permantly lost the feeling in it they shrugged after applying the antidote, they would just have to wait and see if the rats arm would recover. The healers then smiled at each other, seemingly enjoying binding the rat up and clacking the required manacles around him so he would have almost no movement at all.
Beginning to drag the rat back toward the warlord he was still out as he was tossed in front of him, he'd been thrown around a lot lately as he began to come around after some water being splashed over him.
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Post by Ocutrum the Scourge on Jul 12, 2011 13:14:40 GMT -5
Ocutrum glared at the Stoat who had pured the water on the rat. Striking him with his tail, the Stoat flew back. As he flew into the ground, Ocutrum stood over him, his mouth parted with a snarl. "What did I tell you, fool?" He said, his tail hitting him with every word, "Do, not, give, him, and Food, or, Drink. That meant, DO NOT POUR WATER ON HIM!" The Stoat's short life ended with a last thude, blood spurting from the wound. His face flecked in the red substance, Ocutrum Smiled, and turned back to the other rat, his one eyes glaring darkly. "So, whats your name?" |
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