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Post by Ltc. Hubert Greenburrow II on Aug 2, 2008 16:49:22 GMT -5
Ardsuj closed his eyes and turned away, trying to wriggle free from the badger who was holding him. "Ardsuj norra call Flitchaye, he shr'up. Lemme go, bigbeast badger!"
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Post by Blackbeak Silvertalon on Aug 2, 2008 17:02:54 GMT -5
Azok set the Flitcheye on the ground and menaced it with the big battleaxe.
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Post by Ltc. Hubert Greenburrow II on Aug 2, 2008 17:27:08 GMT -5
Ardsuj stopped moving, he stared right past the badger and the big axe, trying to ignore him.
Suddenly, from out of the forest, three shrews emerged. Ardsuj cried out in alarm.
The lead shrew walked over to the badger. "You, badger, why are you tormenting this weasel with your axe, huh? Goodbeasts do not do that, you're asking for trouble. I will introduce you to the rest of my friends." Then the shrew cupped his paws around his mouth and called.
"Logalogalogalogalog!"
Immediately after the shrew finished calling, a couple hundred shrews came out of the trees they were previously hiding in.
The lead shrew spoke again. "I am Log-a-Log, leader of the Gousim shrews. Please stop treating this Flitchaye like this. I know about the Flitchaye, some are cannibals. This one, Ardsuj, is not. His father and grandsire were also leaders of the Flitchaye and not cannibalistic. But the leader before his grandsire was, but like I said, Ardsuj isn't. He may be a thief, but he usually doesn't kill like most Flitchaye. Still, I consider his a foebeast and I agree he should be kept prisoner, but no torture."
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Post by Blackbeak Silvertalon on Aug 2, 2008 17:41:48 GMT -5
Azol turned to th tiny shrews. 'Because they tried killing me, shrew.'
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Post by Ltc. Hubert Greenburrow II on Aug 2, 2008 18:22:14 GMT -5
(Just some advice, your posts should be longer I think they are supposed to be at least six sentences.)
Log-a-Log laughed contemptuously. "I am not so tiny. How do you think I got my original name, Gorjo Tallshrew? Huh? Anyway, even if they tried killing you, is torturing them right?" Log-a-Log waited for the badger's answer.
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Post by Blackbeak Silvertalon on Aug 3, 2008 13:10:12 GMT -5
Azol looked at the shrew, a dismissive glare on his face. 'I'd hardly say, torturing, more like scaring.' He turned his back and shouldered his aze.
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Post by Ltc. Hubert Greenburrow II on Aug 3, 2008 13:16:09 GMT -5
The day was getting hotter, the sunlight filtered threw the treetops. The heat didn't improve Log-a-Log's mood.
The young shrew Chieftain snapped. "Alright, badger, go ahead and scare him. There's no point to it, it's not like you are trying to work information out of him." Log-a-Log's took a swig of strawberry cordial from his flask. It seemed to cool off his mood a bit. "Here, how 'bout we both figure out what to do with him, eh?"
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Post by Blackbeak Silvertalon on Aug 3, 2008 13:20:37 GMT -5
Azol snapped back, angry and exhausted. 'Fine, Logalog, or what ever your name is. Anyway, where did he go?'
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Post by Ltc. Hubert Greenburrow II on Aug 3, 2008 13:49:14 GMT -5
(Blackbeak, one or two sentence posts are pretty much unacceptable. You should at least try to make them longer.)
Log-a-Log knew exactly where the small weasel was. The shrew scoffed. "He's right there, behind that little rock." Log-a-Log walked over to Ardsuj and use his clothes to haul him upright. "Hello, weasel. What do ya think you're doin', eh?"
"Ardsuj no escape!" The little weasel leader cried out.
Log-a-Log nodded. "Aye, you won't. Come on this way." Log-a-Log brought Ardsuj to where the Guosim and the badger were. Then the shrew Chieftain asked the badger, "So, any ideas of what to do with Ardsuj?"
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Post by Blackbeak Silvertalon on Aug 4, 2008 7:05:16 GMT -5
(Ok, here goes.)
Azol Darkpaw shrugged, the muscles on his arms standing out. He gave a small hint of a growl and licked the axe-blade, then wiped it on the grass, taking a few blades of grass with it.
'Why don't you just keep him a prisoner? It'll show how loyal the Flitcheye are to their leader, eh? Anyways, it doesn't look like we can do any more than that.'
He lifted the giant axe in one paw and threw it. The blade buried deep into a rock and he pulled it out in a swift motion and looked at Log-a-log, waiting for his opinion.
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Post by Ltc. Hubert Greenburrow II on Aug 4, 2008 9:25:55 GMT -5
Log-a-Log nodded; he was a bit frusterated. "Aye, but how long are we gonna keep him prisoner? I don't really like the idea of bringing him with us all the time. But if we let him go he and his Flitchaye will probably get into even more trouble. Maybe we should interrogate him?"
Log-a-Log made sure Ardsuj was still there. Luckily he was.
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Post by Blackbeak Silvertalon on Aug 4, 2008 17:57:59 GMT -5
Azol clenched a paw reflectively, licking one of the claws.
'We'll keep that vermin for as long as it takes to interrogate him, Log-a-log Gorjo. Anyway, maybe the Flitcheye will have enough sense to stay away from travelers after this. But, I must ask...what shall we do if the vermin refuses to talk? Capture another one? I'm always ready.'
He hefted the huge battle-axe, clutching the wooden pole in his huge paw.
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Post by Ltc. Hubert Greenburrow II on Aug 6, 2008 12:42:19 GMT -5
Log-a-Log took a moment to reply, thinking. Then the shrew Chieftain spoke low enough so only the badger could hear. "Hmm, I suppose we should interrogate him a bit first, then maybe we can release him. I also hope the Flitchaye have enough sense not to bother travelers anymore. So, you want to start the interrogation now?"
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Post by Blackbeak Silvertalon on Aug 10, 2008 14:42:32 GMT -5
Azol nodded, his big striped head going up and down. He looked at the shrew again as he replied to Log-a-log's question.
'Aye, the sooner the better for that little weasel, eh?'
He smoothed the fur on his muzzle and stuck the battle-axe blade into the ground, where it made a deep, long cut.
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Post by Ltc. Hubert Greenburrow II on Aug 10, 2008 15:04:28 GMT -5
Log-a-Log nodded. "Let's start." Then the shrew Chieftain turned to the Flitchaye leader. "How many creatures are in your army? Where is your home or are you nomads? Answer me, weasel!"
Ardsuj squealed, he was frightened. "'Round hunderd Flitchaye! Nomads!"
Log-a-Log nodded, satisfied. "I hope you're not lying." Then the shew turned to the badger. "Anything you want to ask him?"
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