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Post by Jasyn on Apr 16, 2008 14:59:45 GMT -5
(OOC:hello here people. Markimm and his followers still remain unnoticed. Could we pretty please wrap this up?)
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on Apr 16, 2008 15:00:50 GMT -5
OOC: Alright alright. I'll have one of the Marlfox brothers notice them on the next post alright?
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Post by Jasyn on Apr 16, 2008 15:17:28 GMT -5
(OOC:Tanks)
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Post by blackfox7 on Apr 17, 2008 6:05:16 GMT -5
The raccoon growled menacingly. He knew now he shouldn'tve been so careless as to be spotted too early. He should have picked his time and place better, though the fight that had ensued from his little mishap had been fun. It was high time for him to retreat. Doing the unpredictable, he suddenly veered away from the battle and plowed into the unsuspecting rats ringing the battleground. He used every ounce of his speed and flung himself into the bushes at the forest's edge.
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on Apr 17, 2008 16:58:58 GMT -5
Julia screamed out the order. “SHOOT HIM!!!!!” Countless numbers of arrows sped through the bushes after the raccoon. Some of the rat archers chased after him on a full blown hunt and goose chase to kill or catch the raccoon. Julia was disappointed she had not killed the raccoon. Now he was bound to come back and haunt her a second time.
The Marlfox turned and noticed her visitor now. Markimm. She spoke to him “Who are you?” She turned to her captains. “Who let him in our camp armed?” She turned back to him. “What is your business here?”
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Post by Jasyn on Apr 18, 2008 7:33:47 GMT -5
Markimm pulled an elegant leg. "My name, is Markimm Chainblade. My...my liutennant spotted you. I believe that the presence of two warlords in the forest, unallied, will prove problematic for the both of us. And, aside from that, I could ask you the same question. What are you doing so near my camp?" The wildcat grinned, shoing sharp teeth, and his green eyes flashed. He hoped that this wouldn't escalate to a fight. From what he saw earlier, there would be high problems to fighting the marlfox.
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on Apr 18, 2008 19:43:19 GMT -5
Julia surprisingly smiled and made her reply clear for all to hear. “How about this. How about you leave MY camp and move yours hundreds of miles away from ours? Got that and if you have any sense. You’ll do so very, very quickly.” This fox may not have had “Alliance” in mind. She was basically being territorial. If this cat started war with her. She was sure she would win. Her longbow beasts are the best archers in history! And their arrows alone can turn the tide of any battle. Even against armored foes… And lets not forget she had her brothers with her too…
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Post by blackfox7 on Apr 18, 2008 21:18:02 GMT -5
Xalato continued fleeing until he was sure the marlfoxes and rats wern't still chasing him. The raccoon hoisted his considerable bulk up a rock ledge and scrambled around in a patch of wild roses for his main weapons. One by one he retreived his six infamous javelins: Each one honed to perfection and made entirely of silver-plated steel. He could pin a beast in the eye from 200 yards with these beauties. Guffawing mischeiviously, he hid in the rose patch and waited for the pursuers, if any, to go by...
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Post by Jasyn on Apr 21, 2008 14:39:56 GMT -5
Markimm's whole demeanor turned in a flash. "I'm sorry to hear that you feel that way twords me, fox. Be forewarned, I'm well learned in tactics of war. If this escalates any further, you WILL regret your decision, and I will not allow for second chances. So, I ask you this now. Are you dead certain on becoming my foe? I had hoped not, but if such is your decision..."the wildcat snarled at Julia. "If you are dead certain on enemizing yourself, then say farewell to your precious bowbeasts."
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on Apr 22, 2008 10:49:43 GMT -5
The Marlfox was not scared and her reply made it very clear. “First of all, I highly doubt you know any real military tactics and second of all. I bet almost all of your soldiers have no idea or experience how to pull them off quickly and effectively. Such things take a lot of training and hard work to make things possible. If I know ONE thing about Warlords, it’s that they lack the patience for such things! Warlords and Dictators depend on numbers and fear to win the battle. Not experience or bravery! I’m not a warlord! My father is a King! Not a Warlord! I think you should best be wise and search for weaker armies or colonies to intimidate. Because your not scaring me or my father’s beasts one bit.”
This was in a way true. Not many Warlords have a well trained army. In fact, most of them were low life beasts and criminals. Only a few beasts like mercenaries and past horde members had any real experience. Armies owned by a monarchy or an emperor were a little less in number but almost always far better trained and experienced for warfare than Warlord Hordes…
Those beasts that had been slightly intimidated by the wildcat before had suddenly changed their behavior. They were not scared anymore. They were ready for a fight now if one ever came their way, if the princess would fight. They would fight too.
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Post by Jasyn on Apr 22, 2008 14:43:50 GMT -5
"Fine, I'd thought you might feel that way. I had no wish, but I must be strategic. How many of your bowbeasts are hidden. A score or two? Regardless, you have insulted me greatly. A pity, but you must face the consequences of your actions." The warlord smiled grimly, then gave a loud piercing whistle. Immediately, behind each of the hidden bowbeasts, a dark beast rose. Not rat, nor fox, nor weasel or wolf. They were something else entirely. Long, and sinuous with dark fur that seemed to absorb the light without letting any out. There eyes were dark pools, giving neither eye-shine or emotion away. They were dressed in black tunics and sashes, and each had a wicked dagger of matte-black obsidian. At once, each beast grasped it's victim close to its chest, raised their daggers high....and plunged them down savagely.
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on Apr 22, 2008 15:14:13 GMT -5
The Marlfox suddenly found out this warlord had did what the average Dictator does, ambush. She had her soldiers form a circle so all parts of this circle are well defended. With shields and spears out and shields forward and over top for as best defense as possible. In the case the enemy charged in to try to pry their shields or spears away. There were soldiers with swords and such blades to back them up. While remaining archers that were not hiding went into it for cover and for a save chance to shoot their targets. Julia was quick to back into the middle of this formation. This formation was going to be a very hard nut to crack. It was almost a Roman Shield formation but with spears to keep anyone from coming close along with swords and arrows to strike at any beast that dared got close…
In the distance from the already heating battle, something was attracted to this battle, something powerful and fearsome, a tall creature. With a great helm on and chain mail and breastplate armor, toped with a black surcoat and a great black cloak. A Kite shield and a great arming sword in his paws with a number of beasts, both Beasts-at-arms and knights. They carried a great array of steel and powerful weapons and armor. He kept a good distance away to be unnoticed till it was the right time to go in and take both armies down. He had made great measures to make sure he was unnoticed….
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Post by Jasyn on Apr 22, 2008 15:25:07 GMT -5
The black creatures faded back into the shadows of the forest, do come back out every so often and slit the throat of an unlucky vermin. Markimm, however, decided that the time was gone for formalities. It was time to make himself scarce. The wildcat warlord signaled, and all of his army vanished, following Stormgaze. Markimm himself stayed. He reached behind him and withdrew his sword. He pointed the narrow tip at Julia before making his ultimatum. "I shall be back, fox. And when I am, I challenge you to a one-on-one duel to the death. No tricks, no traps. I shall defend myself against any treachery, so be forewarned." And with that, the cat vanished.
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Post by blackfox7 on Apr 23, 2008 6:22:45 GMT -5
After a long period of waiting with one paw always ready to throw one of his javelins, Xalato relented his watch. The raccoon had a crick in his neck and his throwing arm was getting tired. By stuffing dead leaves into his wounds he had stopped the bleeding, but he was still a little worn out from the fight with the marlfox. Now he understood why Zemunaz wanted Julia gone: Her and her army's might was a threat to the Warlord's reign! But personally Xalato would have preferred to avoid the fox, not try to assassinate her. But it was also foolishness to oppose Zemunaz; those who did were not around to tell the tale. Ducking and weaving, the raccoon slunk back towards the camp, this time more wary of Julia's beasts.
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