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Guosim Camp: Mid Camp John_Wesley laughs twistedly as the snake chases the fox, certain that for once Fate has repaid him by doling out adequate justice to his oppressors. Satisfied, he heads back towards their camp. Jul 24, 2015 at 12:01 p.m.
Brothers John and Michael keep running. "Michael; why did you forget the climbing rope back at the Abbey? Why?!" The Mouse replies with an equally terse reply as they make a big zigzag through the trees towards some sort of safty and hopefully losing Vannon in the process. "Because you said we wouldn't NEED it this trip. Mayhaps you forgot that we aren't exactly squirrels." Jul 24, 2015 at 12:04 p.m.
"Why does the world hate me so? WHY! WhyyyYyyYYyYYyYyY!" The fox continues running even after the mice depart from the path. The snake continues following the fox, slithering past them all and onward until both are out of sight, dissapearing around the bend. The snake cursing out the fox, and the fox shouting for help. Jul 24, 2015 at 12:09 p.m.
Timothy heads off. Jul 24, 2015 at 12:18 p.m.
Timothy enters from afar. Jul 24, 2015 at 12:18 p.m.
John_Wesley heads east. Jul 24, 2015 at 12:19 p.m.
Bindi enters Log-a-Log's tent. Jul 25, 2015 at 8:08 a.m.
Bindi enters the infirmary. Jul 25, 2015 at 8:08 a.m.
Bindi steps inside. Jul 25, 2015 at 8:08 a.m.
Bindi heads south. Jul 25, 2015 at 8:09 a.m.
Haven heads off. Jul 25, 2015 at 4:34 p.m.
Haven enters from afar. Jul 25, 2015 at 4:34 p.m.
Timeon enters the infirmary. Jul 26, 2015 at 12:40 p.m.
Timeon steps inside. Jul 26, 2015 at 12:40 p.m.
Timeon heads west. Jul 26, 2015 at 12:40 p.m.
Timeon emerges from the east. Jul 26, 2015 at 12:40 p.m.
Timeon heads east. Jul 26, 2015 at 12:40 p.m.
Kevi vanishes with a big yawn into the land of Insomnia! Jul 26, 2015 at 3:38 p.m.
Kevi arrives with a large yawn. Jul 26, 2015 at 3:38 p.m.
Thing is sad that nobody has time to RP it. Jul 27, 2015 at 6:23 a.m.
Nadir heads east. Jul 27, 2015 at 6:37 p.m.
The Guosim camp looks much the same as it has since the vermin group made it their squatting place, a jumble of rotting huts propped up and populated by newer, more nefarious denizens. Jaksor is lounging under the Log-a-log's tent, impatiently scraping his hook across a log he's dragged there, possibly for just that purpose. Jul 28, 2015 at 10:34 a.m.
It is high time for one of those 'more nefarious denizens' to return to the camp. Blown back into camp by an ill wind Vannon returns to the gang, his clothes covered in leaves and sticks. His snout appears to be covered in what appears to be water mellons. He clutches at his slightly swollen side as he painfully trots back into the old villge. "Dead...I am so dead..." The fox mumbles to himself as he walks, with a bit of a limp on his way towards the camp fire. Jul 28, 2015 at 10:38 a.m.
What is he going to say to the camp? How will they react? Should he tell them that he may have DOOMED them ALL? Well, maybe he can break it to them easy... Jul 28, 2015 at 10:38 a.m.
Jaksor glances up from the scratched surface of the bark he's... scratching, and sees Vannon. His dark aspect darkens further at the sight of the fox. "Well well well. Look a' what th' cat dragged in," the polecat comments in a brooding voice. Jul 28, 2015 at 10:45 a.m.
"GAH! DON'T EAT ME! Jul 28, 2015 at 10:46 a.m.
"GAH! DON'T EAT ME!" The fox snaps out a quick bark, leaping to the ground and covering his head with his paws. After a moment he peers around the camp, slowly picking himself up and nervously twitching his tail. "Jak...Jak is that really you? Oh you don't know how glad I am to see you!" The fox scurries over, occasionally glancing behind him as if something is following him. "You won't believe the week I had! It was awfull! First I got seperated from the group, then I met Weasely and some mice and and and and..." the fox casts his head backward and howls, "I nearly got EAAAATEEEEEN!" Jul 28, 2015 at 10:51 a.m.
"Mus' be desp'rate times all over, then," Jaksor comments, picking at his teeth with a piece of bone. He flicks the offending particle towards the fox. "If /you're/ th' first choice f'r th' table." Jul 28, 2015 at 10:56 a.m.
"You think I'm joking? This isn't a joke! I nearly got eaten! We are all in danger! Danger do you here me? DANGER!" The fox tries to grab the pole cat by his shirt and shake him back and forth before he realizes what he is doing, "There is a snake coming to kill us all unless we pay it tribute!" He shouts loudly. Jul 28, 2015 at 10:59 a.m.
The fox's paws grip Jaksor's tunic and the fabric gets pulled around, but the polecat himself does not move. Dark eyes flash with anger as Vannon describes their predicament. "A /snake?/" Quick as a flash, the bronze hook is under Vannon's chin, pushing upward with its sharp point. "Maybe I'll jus' kill you now an' feed it y'r lifeless corpse as /tribute,/" he growls, shoving the fox back. "Why in blazes would y' lead it back 'ere?" Jul 28, 2015 at 11:03 a.m.
The fox seems to stand on his toes as the hook is thrust upward under his chin. When he is shoved backward the fox falls flat onto his rump. "J-just hear me out! I had no choice, it was going to eat me but through some quick well placed charm and logical reasoning I was able to make the beast see reason..." Jul 28, 2015 at 11:15 a.m.
Jul 28, 2015 at 11:15 a.m.
____Yesterday_____ Jul 28, 2015 at 11:15 a.m.
"I don't want to diiIIIIiieEEEEeeee-e-e-e..." The fox whines while the adder slowly encircles around his body. Tulip rolls her eyes, "By all that isss holy you are the mosst whiny prey I have ever sssseen!" The snake picks up another watermellon and shoves it strait into Vannon's face. And here Tulip was wondering what to do with all those watermellons the merchant had before she ate him, and his crew. The only reason she didn't eat the fox here and now was because she was too full. The only reason she didn't kill him was, well, his fur was soft and fuzzy. And she wanted him to suffer a bit before he died... Jul 28, 2015 at 11:15 a.m.
Jul 28, 2015 at 11:15 a.m.
___Now_____ Jul 28, 2015 at 11:15 a.m.
"You see, I kind of managed to convince the snake to let me go with the promise of bringing it something else to eat." Vannon rubs the back of his neck. "I also may have possibly maybe told her that I could do this cause I'm the, ahem." he coughs into his paw, "Gang leader..." Jul 28, 2015 at 11:15 a.m.
Jaksor tinkles softly as he adjusts his tunic and chainmail brynie, then pulls his scimitar out of its sheath. Why? It's between the impending snake or the groveling fox- could go either way, really. "At first I'm struck with th' thought, why trade? Surely one beast makes as good'a meal as anoth'r," the polecat muses, toying with the handle of his scimitar and sending the business end moving around worringly. "Then it dawns on me like th' springtime sunrise-" his voice oddly poetic and wistful, before "we're talkin' about /you./" And to punctuate his conclusion, Jaks aims a swift kick at the fox's ribs. "I don't /care/ what y' told th' blasted snake, it's a /blasted snake!/" Jul 28, 2015 at 11:30 a.m.
Vannon gasps in pain, clutching at his chest. He sees the blade being drawn and instantly feels his heart start to race. So this is how his other family members died. He always wondered how all his cousins could have been killed only by fox eating beasts or turned into rugs. "Ok, you're a little mad. I get that. But there I-Is good news! The snake gave us, well, me really, a week to find some kind of replacement meal. It distinctly said something plump and tasty. Well it said tassssty, if there is a differnce. B-but before you go and do anything truely rash just think about how we could USE this, you know, like that Guard uniform I brought you!" The fox is quick to list off his accomplishments, and rather worried at how few they are. "I'm not quite sure HOW we can use t-this but hey, I'm trying to help right?" Jul 28, 2015 at 11:37 a.m.
"Th' only way we c'n 'use this' is as a chance t' get rid of /y'r/ sorry hide," Jaksor fumes, resisting the urge to belabor the fox with the flat of his blade. "Unfortunately f'r all assembled, we ain't got th' food f'r an undertakin' of /that/ magnitude." The polecat finally relents, collapsing back to sit on his log, pinching the bridge of his muzzle and scraping at the bark with his hook. "One more stunt like this an' I'll send y' t' th' Dark Forest, fox. An' that's a promise, not a threat. Y're more harm than good an' we jus' can't keep cleanin' y'r messes." You have to be realistic about these things. Jul 28, 2015 at 11:44 a.m.
Vannon wavers back and forth, about to faint. He...he isn't going to die? He isn't going to die. He isn't going to die! "Oh thank you thank you thank you! You are the best boss ever really. I'll..I'll make this up to you! I swear! I'll loot like...ten merchants for you! Maybe maybe even lead you, no, that would be a bad idea. You wouldn't want to go THERE." The fox picks himself up, dusting himself clean and wiping water mellon off of his muzzle. His knees shake with relief, "I mean even 'I' am not crazy enough to go back to that place, even with all the gold just laying there, out in the open, waiting to be taken." The fox has a distant, depressed look. It passes quickly and his smile quickly returns. "Never mind, just forget about that." Jul 28, 2015 at 11:48 a.m.
Jul 28, 2015 at 11:48 a.m.
"I migh' still kill you," Jaksor muses, rolling a piece of crust out of the corner of his eye and flicking it at the fox. "'Specially if y' don't shut up about y'r magic treasure trove. If it was real y' wouldn' be /here/ lookin' like a piece of twice-chewed jerky." Fairy tales aside, the polecat nods towards the forest. "When's this snake showin' up? Maybe we c'n feed it th' kit, though I'd reckon our own scaled wonder'd be mighty put out, like as not." Jul 28, 2015 at 11:53 a.m.
"It's not a fairy tail. I saw it with my own eyes" Vannon's growl dies down to a dull whimper, "And I saw the lizards that guard the place too... I survived going there twice, I would rather not try my luck with a third." Vannon never believed in luck, quite simply because if luck were real he would have ran out of it a LONG time ago. "And a week from now. She gave us a week to find her some kind of beast to eat." Jul 28, 2015 at 11:57 a.m.
"Well!" That wraps things up quite nicely. Jaksor actually seems to brighten a bit, ears sliding back forward from their hostile rearward posture. "We'll be gone by then. Probl'm solved." Jul 28, 2015 at 12:02 p.m.
Vannon seems taken aback, "W-we will?" The fox thinks for a long moment, "Why are we leaving the camp?" Jul 28, 2015 at 12:04 p.m.
"What, y' got attached t' th' tumbledown shacks?" Jaksor chuckles ruefully, pointing at just one such example with his hook. "We're leavin' cause there ain't no booty 'ere, an' we're goin' t' where th' booty /is./" Simple math. Come on, Vannon. Jul 28, 2015 at 12:07 p.m.
The fox is so used to having nothing he has gotten used to the idea of having nothing as normal. The fox ponders this for a moment, tapping his chin with his paw. Perhaps a change in scenery will be good for him. A fresh start, as it were. Another thought strikes him he chuckles lightly, "Hey, do you still have that otter welp? Cause I can't imagine the village letting her just dissapear..." Jul 28, 2015 at 12:11 p.m.
"She's in that hut, tied an' gagged," Jaksor answers with a jerk of his thumb towards a different hut. "Th' streamdogs've got till th' full moon [OOC: Friday], then, I dunno, Coaxoch c'n 'ave 'er or somethin'." It doesn't really matter to him. Jul 28, 2015 at 12:16 p.m.
THe fox chuckles darkly, "Wouldn't it be something if the stream dogs would com on the same night as the snake?" He chuckles and shakes his head as he walks off to clean himself off and finally, get a goods nights rest. Jul 28, 2015 at 12:18 p.m.
Bafaloukos goes In Character. Jul 28, 2015 at 5:30 p.m.
Mint is still in the hut and has been the last few days. She has been feed a little bit of food, but not the best kind of food and then they place the gag back on her moth and keep her tied up. She has cried herself to sleep numerous times, she lost count, and now is awake again. Jul 28, 2015 at 5:32 p.m.
It would appear that Bafaloukos has been entrusted with guard duties again, now that the dust from the hut fiasco has settled. The old fox sits in the dirt by the door of the prison hut, drinking some foul brew from an earthenware bowl. Steam rises from its surface, and its odor is so powerful that it has infused the air around him. Jul 28, 2015 at 5:40 p.m.
Mint whimpers as she happens to be close to the doorway. Her fur is matted with tangles and dust now and her paws aree sore from the ropes. She has tried to get away a lot of times, but has failed and so has given up. Jul 28, 2015 at 5:41 p.m.
Bafaloukos' ears have gone flat from the constant whimpering of their captive. "Hush, lil' one," he coos in a pause among sips. His head tilts back against the frame of the door, and an eye dizzily rolls to find Mint. Though her prison is without the benefit of a lantern, her huddled silhouette can be seen among the shadow. "Shh." Jul 28, 2015 at 5:49 p.m.
Mint only manages to whimper more now at the sound of the voice and then coughs a little bit. She has done very little since she has been here but cry alot, she is a dibbun after all. Jul 28, 2015 at 5:51 p.m.
Bafaloukos polishes off the contents of the bowl in a final and flinching gulp. Immediately doubling forward, the fox braces himself against the earth with a palm, looking as if he were about to retch. His other hand continues to hold the bowl, almost protective, while the fox sucks sharp breaths, coaxing the tea to settle in his belly. "Th' spirits 'ave been talkin' about you," he tells the otter, voice extra hoarse. Jul 28, 2015 at 6:01 p.m.
Mint frowns, she doesn't understand a word he is saying and has no idea whi these spirits are and sniffs as a couple tears go down her face. Jul 28, 2015 at 6:03 p.m.
Unconcerned with whether the otter is mature or lucid enough to understand him, Bafalokos heaves a few more labored breaths, before he crawls on a wrist and two muddy knees into the prison hut. Now he sits on his haunches, still clutching the bowl, to stare at their tiny captive with foggy curiosity. "Sayin' a lot of things, aye, but not clear just yet." Jul 28, 2015 at 6:11 p.m.
Adyna takes in the scene with a critical eye as she makes her way across the camp. For once the alcoholic stoat doesn't have a bottle in her - oh. There it is. "Ye botherin' it?" she says, after wiping her mouth, sounding like she hasn't spoken in days. Jul 28, 2015 at 6:16 p.m.
Mint tries to scoot back when she sees the fox looking at her and mutters something but it's unclear what as she has the gag on and shivers a little. Jul 28, 2015 at 6:17 p.m.
An unsteady hand reaches to undo the knot in her gag. Fear has nothing to do with his tremor, though; Bafaloukos fumbles with the dirty cloth like a beast who just took a blow to the head, or one in the throes of a bad fever. "I got to let it speak," he divulges to Adyna without turning from Mint. "They want 'er to speak." Jul 28, 2015 at 6:22 p.m.
Adyna considers this and eventually consults her bottle for advice. "Wha'd Jaksor plan then?" she says, in a low voice. Jul 28, 2015 at 6:25 p.m.
Mint coughs as the gag is removed and sniffs as she looks between them.."Me..hungie.." She says in a weak voice. Jul 28, 2015 at 6:27 p.m.
Bafaloukos responds with a wag of the clay bowl. "No, not... not them," he grunts, bringing the mortar to his nose for a whiff. Though the acrid stench makes the fox screw his eyes shut, he pushes the bowl to the pup's snout, coaxing her inhale. "Big breath, lil' one," he warbles. The bowl if empty, of course, and though the odor of the sediment in its bottom may make Mint briefly lightheaded, it's not meant to harm her. Jul 28, 2015 at 6:34 p.m.
"Eh?" Adyna frowns, gesturing to the dibbun with the half-empty bottle. "Who took it?" Jul 28, 2015 at 6:40 p.m.
Mint whimpers as he gets closer and then sneezes and starts wailing loudly, but it doesn't last too long as her throat is once more sore and she coughs again and shivers in far of the two vermin.."Wanna..go homes" Jul 28, 2015 at 6:42 p.m.
"Th' others," is Bafaloukos' nebulous reply to his stoat chum. When the pup sneezes, he fetches the bowl back to the safety of his chest. "From th' camp over the river. But old ghosts guard this forest." The old fox moves back from Mint--far enough to skirt any unexpected kicks--and uses his palm to brush wet away the hay on the ground, revealing the smooth earth beneath. "We took somethin' without 'eir leave." Jul 28, 2015 at 6:50 p.m.
Adyna looks from Bafa to Mint, and back, finally noticing the bowl in his paws. "Ye took 'er from 'cross th' river? D'they /know/ then?" Jul 28, 2015 at 6:53 p.m.
Mint whimpers and coughs and...oh no she barfs now all over the ground and herself. Jul 28, 2015 at 7:01 p.m.
Suddenly out of nowhere comes a screaming cat running about near the hut, his clothes on fire until he finally trips on himself and smothers the fire with the dirt and his rolling around, "Ain't got no cookin' skills, good to know, " His eyes focus on the hut and the activity around it. Sheepishly he grins, approaching the hut as if nothing happened, "What's going on here eh?" Jul 28, 2015 at 7:02 p.m.
By now, the stoat and the old fox speak of two separate groups, though neither seems aware. When Bafaloukos is satisfied with the circle he has cleared among the detritus of the hut floor, he cautiously places the bowl in its center, and moves to collect his rucksack from outside the door. "Of course they know," he grunts as he maneuvers by Adyna. "Now we make a deal." His ears swivel up as the cat careens into the scene, but a surge of vertigo simultaneously pushes him into the wood frame of the hut. He slides to the floor, coughing, right into a puddle of otter puke. "Or they come f'r us." Jul 28, 2015 at 7:09 p.m.
Mint blinks and whimpers and she had calmed down but now she wails again, even more loudly! Jul 28, 2015 at 7:10 p.m.
Adyna turns at the commotion, paw on her rapier, the other clinging to the bottle - it takes her a moment to recognize the cat through the alcoholic haze. She doesn't say anything, mind still mulling over what Bafa's said. Jul 28, 2015 at 7:12 p.m.
Otto grins as he approaches the group, his clothing singed and smelling slightly burnth. He curiously looks over every beast, but focuses his attention on the otter since everyone else is, "Eh, a captive eh?" He doesn't seem to mind either way. Jul 28, 2015 at 7:19 p.m.
When the fox raises himself from the floor with an arm, his head remains hung and golden eyes linger on the spew, unfazed. Then they travel to the quaking otter pup, then to the door and his comrades. Bafaloukos says nothing to any of them, but he glimpses something that reminds him of what he meant to do, and tows himself and his bag over to the circle again. "Hushh. Listen," he abruptly tells the others. Jul 28, 2015 at 7:25 p.m.
Mint coughs and whimpers again, and yes throws up again. The gag is still off as he mutters "WANNA GO...GO HOME! Jul 28, 2015 at 7:26 p.m.
Otto does as he's told, not that he's doing much but gawking at the situation to begin with. Jul 28, 2015 at 7:37 p.m.
"You will, lil' one," Bafaloukos comforts, removing several items from the rucksack. A pair of stout candles are positioned to either side of the bowl, along with a tarnished metal crock, to which he adds the contents of various cloth pouches. "Fire," he says, vocalizing the realization that he forgot this very basic magical ingredient. "Bring me a torch?" is his pursuant plea. Jul 28, 2015 at 7:44 p.m.
Mint blinks, wait did they say fire, fire is bad! Very Bad! And now she wails louder and sniffs, she could care less if her throat hurts, she just wails loudly Jul 28, 2015 at 7:47 p.m.
The cat tenses a little bit, in agreement with the Mint even if he doesn't know it. Fire is indeed bad. He shrugs though, and seeing nobody else snapping to it with a salute towards Baf, "Aye matey!" He runs off to where he was experimenting with cooking and returns shortly with a torch. Jul 28, 2015 at 7:53 p.m.
Mint eyes close as she finally runs out of screaming energy....that lasted about half an hour, she is a sleep now and that could be good or bad. Jul 28, 2015 at 7:55 p.m.
Bafaloukos musters a weak smile of gratitude for the cat, visibly relieved that he did not have to undertake the task himself. When the captive youth ceases to howl and finds a dream in which to hide, the old fox regards her with a look of mild envy, before he returns to his task. With the torch he ignites each candle, then swiftly plunges the flame into the metal crock. The matter inside burns fast, a bright jade flame, then extinguishes just as quick into a puff of aromatic smoke. Jul 28, 2015 at 8:06 p.m.
The cat returns the smile, mostly pleased with himself for not setting himself on fire even once in his handling of the torch. He is uncertain though as everyone either goes quiet or slinks off. Jul 28, 2015 at 8:13 p.m.
Flickering candles now illuminate Bafaloukos' circle in the dirt and its items, but when the torch goes out, the rest of the hut is relinquished to shadow. As a claustrophobic dark invades heaps of hay and the rotten rafters above, the old fox hunkers closer to the makeshift altar, so that he can more easily peer into the clay bowl from earlier. Jul 28, 2015 at 8:23 p.m.
Not wanting to break the silence, and feeling as if he's intruding Otto hangs back watching. Soon though, feeling out of place weighs on him a little too much for him to stay in place and he quietly disappears into the night. Jul 28, 2015 at 8:28 p.m.
Bafaloukos crouches, doing his best to balance in spite of a swimming head. He does not appear to notice that the others have left, transfixed by the odorous sediment from the concoction that seems to have poisoned him. Jul 28, 2015 at 8:45 p.m.
Haven heads off. Jul 30, 2015 at 4:38 p.m.
Haven enters from afar. Jul 30, 2015 at 4:38 p.m.
"Full moon t'night, buckos," Jaksor calls to the camp at large, dragging his hook theatrically around a post as he turns a circle around it. "We're pullin' up camp! Th' streamdogs don't want their kit, an' neither do we. It's time we get out of this cesspool." Jul 31, 2015 at 12:08 p.m.
Mint is still in the hut and she is not in very good shape either, she has not eatten well and what ever the stuff was from the other day has left her ill still. She is also still tied up and the gag is on her mouth and she looks a bit unconicious right now, well if anyone looks. Jul 31, 2015 at 12:12 p.m.
Ferilla sits a good distance away from the hut where the kit is being held, in her makeshift little abode fashioned of burnt bits of hut and canvas. She's got her equipment all pulled out and laid across her jacket, and she's sitting against a charred board that's still stuck upright in the ground, putting a neww edge on her sword. "That mean we dump the kid?" she asks of Jaksor, raising her voice enough to reach him. Jul 31, 2015 at 12:20 p.m.
Bindi pokes his head out of the forest near the southern edge of camp, having heard the call of Jaksor. His eyes are blood shot and he looks a tad sleep deprived, but despite this the little rat disappears back into the foliage for a moment before reemerging carrying the mop, bucket, and flower pot (flower intact), he procured from the raid in Ferraval. Jul 31, 2015 at 12:32 p.m.
Ferilla's comment seems to spark some sort of memory in Jaksor's head, as he pauses his pole-scratching to think for a moment. With a snarl, he whirls on the hut where Mint is freshening the air and stalks inside, slipping his hook under her bonds and lifting her by the arms towards him, breathing less-than-minty air in her face. "Nobuddy wants you," he growls, frustrated by the lack of ransom goods from the otter camp. It's her fault for not being desirable enough to save, right? He hoists her up and hauls her outside, dangling from the hook like a prize catch at a three-day fishing contest. Jul 31, 2015 at 12:36 p.m.
Mint eyes open maybe a crack as she is barely conicious and manages a weak whimper as she comes more awake from the foul breath of the polecat. Jul 31, 2015 at 12:39 p.m.
The whetstone grates down the steel of Ferilla's sword as she eyes the dibbun dangling from Jaksor's hook. At least the gag's still working so she's not crying or vomiting everywhere. Ferilla makes a face. "Congratulations." she remarks snidely at Jaksor's display of the captive. Her eyes roll as she sees Bindi emerging from the forest with his treasures. Jul 31, 2015 at 12:49 p.m.
Bindi proceeds to the middle of camp whereupon he dumps his passel of items, careful to make sure the flower pot stays upright. He trundles over to where Ferilla and Jaksor stand with Mint and pauses, looking curiously at the kit, "Wadda yew reckon ta do with 'er." Jul 31, 2015 at 12:56 p.m.
*? Jul 31, 2015 at 12:57 p.m.
Jaksor gives Ferilla a snide grin, as if to say "very funny", then glances over at Bindi, the otter kit still hanging from his hook. Pinata? "She's a riverdog, ain't she? If Coaxoch don't want a new chewtoy, she can go back in the river." Jul 31, 2015 at 12:58 p.m.
Mint goes to try and weakly struggle to get lose and fails badly, she whimpers weakly and coughs a little. Jul 31, 2015 at 1 p.m.
The ermine sits back, laying her freshly-sharpened sword to one side. "No chance they'd jus' forget about it if we threw her back?" she suggests as a sort of aside. Jul 31, 2015 at 1:05 p.m.
Bindi nods decisively at Jaksor's words, applying himself strictly to the belief that /boss knows best/. Then again, the ermine makes a good point, though the little rat's pride can't bring itself to openly agree. So he simply stays quiet and leers at the pinata child. When all else fails, intimidation has your back. Jul 31, 2015 at 1:12 p.m.
"An' they're not gonna forget about us draggin' 'er off, neither," Jaksor replies, roughly dropping the kit to the ground and extricating his hook from the bonds. "We've already riled 'em much as they can be, like as not," the polecat reasons, staring down at the sluggish movements of the captive. Jul 31, 2015 at 1:23 p.m.
Mint gives a small yelp as she is droped, falling flat on her face and shakes her head causeing the gag to come loose, she coughs roughly and whimpers as she does her best to curl into a ball. But being tied up still tightly makes it hard to do so very well and she now has a place on her forehead seeping blood from the fall. Jul 31, 2015 at 1:25 p.m.
"Nice one, boss." Ferilla snickers at Mint's misfortune. She doesn't really have a problem with killing the kit, she just figures that that's a surefire way to get the otters after them even worse than they already are. "Where is the lizardy one, anyways?" she asks, referring to Coaxoch. Jul 31, 2015 at 1:29 p.m.
Bindi scowls at the kit, now cringing on the floor, and turns abruptly from the scene at the mention of Coaxoch. The lizard is best forgotten about, in Bindi's impotent opinion. The little rat heads back his treasures laying in the middle of camp, saying over his shoulder, "Mebbe we should wait 'an chuck 'er in once we're 'bout ta leave, tha' way when they find er' body, they can't catch us unawares." Jul 31, 2015 at 1:44 p.m.
"Y'll notice she's not already in th' crick," Jaksor replies, pointing pointedly at the kit with his hook. "Th' shrews've left a fair supply of logboats about. We'll be takin' 'em downriver t' th' coast, where there's like t' be more an' easier pickin's." The question about the lizard bears some thought, but the polecat doesn't seem inclined to give it. "I've got enough t' deal with cleanin' up th' messes you lot make without playin' nanny too. Coaxoch is where he wants t' be." Jul 31, 2015 at 1:47 p.m.
Mint shivers and stays hardly moveing on the ground, she tries to inch her way somewhere besides where she is , but its hard when she is still tied up. Jul 31, 2015 at 1:51 p.m.
The jill just sort of gives Jaksor a mildly annoyed "Hmph," in response. Jul 31, 2015 at 1:55 p.m.
Mint meanwhile has inched her way, or rolled a little. closer to the polecat's footpaw and with the gag off she shoes she can still do something that is annying and probally painful, she goes to bite his foot paw as hard as she can. This is most likely a very bad idea, but she is a dibbun so she doesn't reallt think things all the way out before she acts. Jul 31, 2015 at 1:58 p.m.
Bindi scowls again, this time at Jaksors reply. Well, /he/ thought it was a clever idea, even if bossman had already considered it. However, his ears perk up at the mention of boating, "Somethin' ta do, at last!" He rubs his paws together gleefully and starts to shuffle towards the river, reckoning that's where the boats will be located. Jul 31, 2015 at 2:04 p.m.
As if summoned purely by being talked about, Coaxoch strolls out of the treeline, stretching languorously as he walks into the middle of the camp once more. Apparently "clean yourself" doesn't mean much to him, as his chest is streaked with blood that doesn't seem to be his own, and he's carrying several bits of fresh meat in a sack. Hellgates knows where he got it from. "Sssomething happening?" he asks, sounding almost lazy. Jul 31, 2015 at 2:07 p.m.
Jaksor snarls and kicks at the otter kit as her sharp little teeth sink into his foot. "Blasted streamdog," he fumes, reaching down to hook her bonds with his hook again and hoisting her aloft, proferring her at armslength to the lizard. "Jus' takin' out some trash. Y' want it, it's yours. Otherwise, toss 'er in th' crick." He jerks his head towards the body of water just outside the camp. "An' start loadin' th' boats. We leave tonight." Jul 31, 2015 at 2:11 p.m.
Mint is kicked in the throat and lets out a little gasp, as she is lifted up and held out to the lizard she looks in worse shape than she was before. She coughs again and her eyes start to flutter shut. Is she still alive? She is..barely. Jul 31, 2015 at 2:14 p.m.
Ferilla seems to regret asking where the lizard was when he actually shows up, covered in gore. "Jaksor's bein' bested by an otter kit." she remarks snidely in response to Coaxoch's question, sitting back and watching things play out. She almost feels bad for the little kit, but seems to repress it. Jul 31, 2015 at 2:18 p.m.
The lizard grins as the otter is held out to him. Sure he'd just gotten back from fetching more food, but... this is a delicacy, and the other stuff won't last forever anyhow. He'll even share it with the rest of the group, should they want it! With a swift snatch of the otter's tail, she's gone from Jaksor to Coaxoch, the lizard holding her aloft by her rudder, letting her dangle in midair, utterly unconcerned that she's in some kind of measurable distress. Reaching down, he pulls out the flint knife he keeps at his waist, flipping it between his spindly fingers. "Thanksss. Coaxoch acceptsss gladly. Will get rid of otter bessst way he can." Jul 31, 2015 at 2:24 p.m.
Mint looks weakly at the lizard and looks ready to pass out. Jul 31, 2015 at 2:29 p.m.
There's a hunger in his eyes as Coaxoch looks at the otter, and his tongue flicks from between his lips. The monster might even feel some sick thrill at killing something so weak and defenseless; hadn't he insisted that weak things were nothing more than prey enough in the past? He switches his grip, moving his hand from Mint's tail to the scruff of her neck, looking straight into her eyes as he holds her aloft, high in the air, away from the ground and any help at all. He's muttering something, something in some fell reptile language that just sounds like a series of gruesome hints and ugly syllables. He does it work slowly, reaching up with the dagger and pressing it to Mint's throat, letting the stone bite into her flesh for a moment before letting out a loud cry and whipping it across her neck, cutting the otter pup's neck open nearly to the spine, holding her up and letting her bleed out in midair. Jul 31, 2015 at 2:42 p.m.
Mint doesn't have time to tense up, or whimper, she already was weak from being a captive, the otter dibbun is dead, not that she most likely would of died soon anyways. Jul 31, 2015 at 2:45 p.m.
The white jill watches all this with a slightly sour look on her face. "Yech." she spits as she tears her gaze away. She's used to slitting throats, but taking that kind of pleasure in it is beyond even her violent tendencies. At least it's over. Jul 31, 2015 at 2:57 p.m.
Suddenly there is a crow of delight from down by the river and soon Bindi appears, scampering along the bankside, "Oy, 'tis true! Light 'ase come again; we 'ave /boats/!" The little rat is surprisingly overjoyed by the news. He seems about to say more when he notices the gruesome scene spread out before him, "Well tha's....somethin" out o' a nightmare." He mutters and unconsciously puts a paw to his own neck. Jul 31, 2015 at 3:03 p.m.
Coaxoch's head flicks towards Bindi as he reappears, giving him an ugly grin, as toothy a one as a reptile's face is capable of. He clearly seems to enjoy being able to unnerve what he sees as a rather weak rat. Still, he can't stand there posing all day. He flips the otter dibbun's carcass over his shoulder, holding her as if she's nothing more than a sack of potatos, then stalks off towards the nearby river. It's not too long a walk, but at least no one will have to see him... carving. On the way, he drops the first sack of meat by the cooking pit and picks up a second one. Jul 31, 2015 at 3:07 p.m.
Getting to her feet a little shakily, Ferilla tugs her jacket out from under her belongings and slips it on, feeling a little chilled all of a sudden. "He goes in your boat," she remarks as Bindi gets within earshot. She crouches, starting to gether her things. Most of her belongings are meant to fit on her person, mostly in the pockets of her jacket, but being sedentary for so long in the shrew camp here, she's fashioned herself a small bundle of items, which she binds up tightly and throws over her shoulder. "Where Jul 31, 2015 at 3:11 p.m.
"Where've you been, anyways?' She asks Bindi. Jul 31, 2015 at 3:11 p.m.
Bindi gives Coaxoch a scowl to match his grin, and steps subtly away as the lizard passes. The reptile never fails to unnerve some part of Bindi's usually strong resolution. The little rat walks the rest of the way to his mound of stuff and snorts at Ferilla's comment, "Not iffin' I 'ave anythin' ta say 'bout it. 'e can walk." He bends down to gather up his things, hooking the bucket on the end of the mop and perching the flower pot delicately on his free arm. He stands before answering the ermine's question, "I been down river payin' off some debts, is all. S'where I picked up tha' annoyin' twip of a rat, who's sleepin' in the bushes over there." He waves non-descriptly towards the southern side of the camp, "Tis a sad thing tha' lizard didn't eat /him/" Jul 31, 2015 at 3:34 p.m.
Ferilla has absolutely no desire to meet any of Bindi's rat friends. "Paying off debts wit' what, yer mop an' bucket?" she prods, picking up her sword and slipping it back into its sheath smoothly. She starts walking towards the river, intent on looking over these boats before clambering into one with a possibly incompetent fellow vermin. Jul 31, 2015 at 3:39 p.m.
Bindi raises an eyebrow of annoyance at Ferilla's words, "Wait a second now, I'll 'ave you know I've fallen on...." He gestures nondescriptly, "Good times. I 'ave plenty more 'an just my mop and bucket." He tries to sound mysterious, with varying degrees of sucess. He sighs in exasperation at the ermine's receeding back, muttering, "Ah, it's no use." He hefts the mop over his shoulder and starts to teeter down towards the river. Jul 31, 2015 at 3:55 p.m.
As Ferilla and Bindi are going towards the river, Coaxoch is just finishing up with his gruesome task. As the other beast approach, no doubt they'll be able to hear the sounds of the lizard finishing filleting what was once an innocent otter cub. Eventually, the sounds all stop, and there's a loud splash as the corpse, minus the majority of its meat, is tossed into the River Moss to float downstream, and no doubt ruin some poor beast's day. Standing up and washing the blood off his paws in the river, Coaxoch takes his satchel full of meat back to the campfire, leaving only a red patch of grass as evidence of his grisly task. Unfortunately, it's right next to the boats for everyone to see. Jul 31, 2015 at 4 p.m.
Bindi gives the lizard a wide berth and a distasteful glare. He had no attachments to the little otter, certainly. But there's something unsettling about someone who goes about butchering with such joyous glee. He calls out to Coaxoch, "I 'ope yew don't think yew can take tha' along!" Jul 31, 2015 at 4:07 p.m.
Mint goes home. Aug 1, 2015 at 7:50 a.m.
Bafaloukos heads east. Aug 2, 2015 at 4:31 p.m.
Bafaloukos leaves with: Adyna, Coaxoch, Kevi Aug 2, 2015 at 4:31 p.m.
Twitchtail heads east. Aug 2, 2015 at 5:40 p.m.
Ferilla heads east. Aug 2, 2015 at 6:25 p.m.
Jaksor heads west. Aug 2, 2015 at 7:50 p.m.
Jaksor emerges from the east. Aug 2, 2015 at 7:50 p.m.
Jaksor heads east. Aug 2, 2015 at 7:50 p.m.
Bindi heads south. Aug 3, 2015 at 8:41 a.m.
Bindi heads west. Aug 3, 2015 at 10:11 a.m.
Bindi emerges from the east. Aug 3, 2015 at 10:11 a.m.
Bindi heads south. Aug 3, 2015 at 10:12 a.m.
Bindi heads off. Aug 3, 2015 at 10:13 a.m.
Bindi enters from afar. Aug 3, 2015 at 10:13 a.m.
Vannon goes into Dynamic Role-play. Aug 4, 2015 at 10:21 a.m.
Vannon heads off. Aug 4, 2015 at 10:21 a.m.
Vannon enters from afar. Aug 4, 2015 at 10:21 a.m.
Nadir heads east. Aug 6, 2015 at 1:09 p.m.
John_Wesley heads off. Aug 19, 2015 at 11:51 a.m.
John_Wesley enters from afar. Aug 19, 2015 at 11:51 a.m.
Autry enters Log-a-Log's tent. Apr 28, 2016 at 9:40 a.m.
Cinaed enters Log-a-Log's tent. Apr 28, 2016 at 12:36 p.m.
Cinaed enters the tent. Apr 28, 2016 at 12:36 p.m.
Jabari enters Log-a-Log's tent. Apr 28, 2016 at 4:24 p.m.
Jabari enters the tent. Apr 28, 2016 at 4:24 p.m.
Wallace heads east. Apr 29, 2016 at 9:59 p.m.
Cinaed heads east. May 3, 2016 at 6:27 a.m.
Cinaed enters Log-a-Log's tent. May 5, 2016 at 6:57 a.m.
Cinaed enters the tent. May 5, 2016 at 6:57 a.m.
Wallace enters Log-a-Log's tent. May 5, 2016 at 4:33 p.m.
Wallace enters the tent. May 5, 2016 at 4:33 p.m.
Aeysin enters Log-a-Log's tent. May 30, 2016 at 11:12 p.m.
Aeysin enters the tent. May 30, 2016 at 11:12 p.m.
Marnie heads east. Oct 9, 2016 at 3:14 p.m.
Autry heads south. Sep 18, 2017 at 4:43 p.m.
Autry heads west. Oct 10, 2018 at 7:59 p.m.
Autry emerges from the east. Oct 10, 2018 at 7:59 p.m.
Autry heads east. Oct 10, 2018 at 7:59 p.m.
Aella heads west. Oct 10, 2018 at 8:10 p.m.
Aella emerges from the east. Oct 10, 2018 at 8:10 p.m.
Aella enters Log-a-Log's tent. Oct 10, 2018 at 8:12 p.m.
Aeysin enters Log-a-Log's tent. Oct 10, 2018 at 8:13 p.m.
Aeysin enters the tent. Oct 10, 2018 at 8:13 p.m.
Autry enters Log-a-Log's tent. Oct 10, 2018 at 8:23 p.m.
Autry enters the tent. Oct 10, 2018 at 8:23 p.m.
Autry heads west. Oct 10, 2018 at 8:25 p.m.
Autry emerges from the east. Oct 10, 2018 at 8:25 p.m.
Autry heads south. Oct 10, 2018 at 8:34 p.m.
Autry heads east. Oct 10, 2018 at 8:34 p.m.
Autry enters the infirmary. Oct 10, 2018 at 8:34 p.m.
Autry heads west. Oct 10, 2018 at 8:36 p.m.
Autry emerges from the east. Oct 10, 2018 at 8:36 p.m.
Aella heads west. Oct 29, 2018 at 5:30 p.m.
Aella emerges from the east. Oct 29, 2018 at 5:30 p.m.
Aella enters the infirmary. Oct 29, 2018 at 5:31 p.m.
Aella heads south. Oct 29, 2018 at 5:31 p.m.
Aella heads west. Nov 13, 2018 at 4:42 a.m.
Aella emerges from the east. Nov 13, 2018 at 4:42 a.m.
Aella heads east. Nov 13, 2018 at 4:43 a.m.
Zak enters Log-a-Log's tent. Dec 27, 2018 at 12:59 p.m.
Zak enters the tent. Dec 27, 2018 at 12:59 p.m.
James enters Log-a-Log's tent. Mar 24, 2019 at 10:52 p.m.
James heads east. Mar 24, 2019 at 10:52 p.m.
James enters the infirmary. Mar 24, 2019 at 10:53 p.m.
James heads south. Mar 24, 2019 at 10:53 p.m.
James heads west. Mar 24, 2019 at 10:53 p.m.
James emerges from the east. Mar 24, 2019 at 10:53 p.m.
James heads east. Mar 24, 2019 at 10:53 p.m.
Vilfred heads west. Aug 5, 2019 at 9:20 p.m.
Vilfred emerges from the east. Aug 5, 2019 at 9:20 p.m.
Autry heads east. Aug 9, 2020 at 9:46 a.m.
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