A mission in peril

[Grusso Whitetail]

Grusso truly was sick in the mind. Cutface denied his chance to get the wound checked. Oh well, his loss. The big white badger stood up his full towering height and strod casually over to the pair of rats, careful to stay out of dagger range. Now now, mates, no sense in cryin over spilt milk. Lets start over, and say just put the wepons away. This is gettin a little to serious fer me, and me matey redtail, doesn't like ter have is mates come out here ter watch a conflict. I propose if'n you tew have a problem, then settle it the fair way, with a simple show of strength. If'n yew win, Korbaine, yew gets ter join our, er rather humble band. If'n you win, Cal, then mister K over ere as to leave in peace. I decide the contest, though you may protest. Any objections? As the badger perked his ears in waiting, a small smirk on his face. It turned into a frown as he heard an "Aye" from the forest fringe. The army of Pine martens parted to make way for a large golden wildcat, it;s twin swords glinting in the moon light. And who might you be? Grusso stared the creature down as it approached. It had one golden sword, and one silver one, with intricate pictures of the sun and the moon decorating them. Grusso, you great white windbag, violence is not the way. This rat polietly asked to return to peaceful negotiations, and you deny him that right? old Grussa would never approve of that. Grusso, slightly enraged, charged at the creature, but was swiftly knocked out and flung aside like a feather. Well now, you seem to weigh alot more than you did when we were children. No matter, an extra swim should take care of the minor pains from that great lug. Now if you to would mind acting a bit proper, put down your daggers and talk like sensible beasts. I wouldn't mind talking over a nice meal. Take care of it, will you redtail? As if on cue the pine martens scattered from the forest fringes and began setting up camp, fearful of the one who could easily take down a badger. The wilcat turned to the pair of rats once more, his emerald green eyes glinting as his tail swished back and ofrth. I seem to have failed to intruduce myself. I am Valen the wise. The cats dark stripes danced agianst his pelt as he waited for any response from the pair who were ready to kill eachother.

[Korbaine Geroki sen Tekaevish]

((I apologize for the wait, everyone. It was a difficult post to write, and I got sidetracked by Call of Cthulhu only a few hours before I got grounded from the internet for a week.))

Korbaine, acting in a foolishly trusting way for a few seconds, began to lower his weapons to his sides as Calithlin backed away. He was actually considering the continuance of peaceful negotiations, as he had said, until Grusso called upon his hidden allies. Although Grusso never ordered the pine marten called Redtail to kill Korbaine, Redtail did ask, which was all Korbaine's warped mind needed to assume that he had been betrayed.

Immediately, both of his weapons were crossed in front of him in such a way that both of the blade's tips were touching just in front of his chin. His nearsightedness kept him from determining exactly how many pine martens had just appeared, as well as the individual strength of each one, but he still had no doubt that he could kill all of them. He remembered slaughtering twenty-three vermin when he attacked a bandit camp months ago, and there were surely no more than fifteen around him.

He berated himself mentally; if not for the acquisition of his mind by his emotional personality, he might have either anticipated or noticed the approach of such a large group of vermin. As it was, he would probably run into the battle blindly and get himself killed by his foes. He had to remember that there was an armed rat behind him and a badger watching him carefully.

Then a wildcat emerged from the line of pine martens and spoke to Grusso in a reprimanding way. Grusso charged at the wildcat, and the badger was defeated in a matter of seconds. Korbaine suddenly realized that the pine martens must have been working for the wildcat; an idea bolstered by the fact that the pine martens listened to the wildcat's commands.

When the wildcat suggested that peaceful negotiations should, indeed, resume, Korbaine lowered his weapons slightly to signal his agreement. He did not, however, set his arms completely down, which allowed him to stay prepared against any kind of attack. The wildcat introduced himself as Valen the Wise, which Korbaine almost laughed at. As much as he attempted to mask his malicious mirth, a chuckle still escaped his lips.

"All right, Valen," Korbaine spat the name out with noticeable abhorrence in his voice. "I'll agree to your terms. Keep your pine marten minions away from me, though; I'll not hesitate to butcher the lot of them if I think you've betrayed me."

[Sliteye]

Looking back as Grusso laughed Cal's eyes narrowed at the badger. Look at him, sitting back and drinking while he risked his life with a insane rat. Grumbling under his breath as the pine martins entered the clearing he looked from Korbaine to Cutface. "To many creatures here for a nice peaceful chat." He said simply as he sheathed his daggers and started to walk away. But he stopped when he heard the talking of a new creature behind him. Looking back at the wildcat he couldn't help but be impressed as he tossed Grusso aside like he was a dibbun. Stopping and looking back he nodded slightly as He heard korbaine agree. "Fine Valen, a peaceful chat then." Nodding to Cut and Korbaine he walked over to the small fire that was being built and carelessly pushed one of the pine martin aside and sat in his spot next to the fire, waiting for Korbaine and Cutface to join him...

[Grusso Whitetail]

Valen chuckled. This was going to be diffrent. They are not my minions, but that rather idiodic badger. What happens to them is of no matter to me. But when he wakes up... He left it at that. His silver sword gleamed in the moonlight as he went to sit down by one of the original mercs. I trust that grumbling idiot didn't do anything irrational agian? he always was sick minded twords the vermin masses. Ever since they decided he was taggerung. He placed his golden sword in the fire, watching as the metal became hot.