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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on Apr 3, 2008 17:20:46 GMT -5
(This takes place after the Blood Oath Alliance Thread. Though not finished yet. I decided to go on with this thread while I'm doing the Blood Oath Alliance. Let me make this short. After Yoatl Allies himself with Hans Vermeer. Hans has Yoatl and most of his tribe head to the island to secure it and the docks while sending a small force. Forty of Yoatl's tribe beasts and twenty of Hans' Bowcats. To head to the Great South Stream to conquer it from the paws of small armies of waterats and toads and secure it for dock building and trade. Maybe even adding new allies to help him as well. If this works out with success. Hans will have all the resources and riches he'll ever need from faraway nations and kingdoms...)
Yoatl's Tribe beasts and Hans' Bowcats where next to the huge stream. It was just a little smaller than a river. They were packing up after a short night's sleep. They needed to get moving. Their mission? Take the Great South Stream under Blood Oath Alliance control. Mainly the part near the sea. The part of the stream where it was near the Island Lake was already conquered. They sharpened their blades, ate their food, drank their drinks and prepared themselves for battle and for a long march. Yoatl's tribe beasts and Hans' Bowcats had four captains and one commander. A Mercenary Fox.
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Post by blackfox7 on Apr 3, 2008 17:34:10 GMT -5
((Record reply time!))
Rithuan, the great seer of Yoatl's tribe, took his old set of scalemail into his bony paws. He needed to be ready for the upcoming bloodshed, as his dreams last night had foretold that such was unavoidable... His vision had told him who would live and who would die, but such was fate. He was a seer, not a great wizard who could change things...
He turned sadly to the youngest seer, a weasel, who was sharpening the single edge of his glaive. It was a pity that she was so young. But fate did not care about youth. He focused himself on making adjustments to his armor before it would be time to march.
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on Apr 3, 2008 17:46:42 GMT -5
(Oh! and incase anyone is wondering. The other two seers, Hans, Salvador and Yoatl are NOT on this mission! Toboe may be in this thread if the owner of the character wishes it so.)
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Post by Jasyn on Apr 14, 2008 15:12:52 GMT -5
Jasyn looked around. His pale grey eyes swept through the ranks of 40 vermin under his command. When he was assigned this pitiful bunch, the first thing he did was to sweep off his hood. Under the double-teeth grin, he watched as some of the more superstitious of them almost fainted in sheer fright. Now, he looked at them. They did know a little of what they were doing, he had to give them that.
The merc was perched on a small rock overlooking the camp. His knees were drawn up to his chest, and his arms were loosely folded over the staff on his left side. The katana blade affixed on top curved over his shoulders, while the small weight on the end of the chain lay in a small pit on the stone. The death-dealer grinned as he watched them arm themselves. He had all the equipment he needed. One crimson tunic, check. One black cloak, check. One skeletal frame, check. One fearsome visage, check. One deadly weapon, check check. All set! That was easy.
Yawning broadly under the cloak, the fox finally stood. His platoon was finished. They were as ready as they ever were going to be. "Come on you lazy louts! I'm not paid to babysit you. Time to move on. Hans and Yoatl will be waiting at the end of this campaign, lets make it a success,eh?" The group gave a hoarse shout, and began marching on. Jasyn hesitated before bounding past them and setting pace in front. He really had no compunctions about going to war, he just wanted to know if he was getting paid enough. He had no idea what awaited him behind the underbrush. The stream beside the group rushed on, heedless of the worries of a simple mercenary.
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on Apr 14, 2008 15:45:06 GMT -5
Although some of Yoatl’s beasts were frightened of the fox. All of Hans’ Bowcats were not. They have seen scarier and survived. Though they had to be the most experienced archers and most obedient beasts anyone had ever seen. They feared nearly nothing, they were smart, they did not surprise easily, and they were some of the most accurate shots ever seen. Fast and strong. They were the near perfect soldier. Nothing like Long Patrol or Yoatl’s Tribebeasts or even the Pure Ferret Kingdom’s troops. Even Better…
Their Formation they were in was spears and shields upfront and sides, swords and axes behind them and in middle, and of course. At the back. The Bowcats. That way. If it was a ambush. There would always be a shield or a bow to defend against them.
The Main enemies that might inhabit this area are likely toads, shrews, and maybe some tribes or armies of water rats. But with the bowcats and Yoatl’s tribe beasts. They should have easy victories…
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Post by Jasyn on Apr 15, 2008 7:37:52 GMT -5
Jasyn kept a brisk pace. He was in his normal walking mode, as much as I didn't match his mission. He was walking almost lazily, with his scythe resting over his shoulders. His white paws hung limply over the ebony staff, and the small weight moved back and forth with each step he took in the dusty road. But, if one could only see his face underneath the shadows of his hood, they would find that he was tense and apprehensive. Usually, when he goes out to war, he is told how much skill the enemy has, and every possible threat to him. This time, however, he was only told that there were small armies of water rats and toads. Jasyn is a keen observer, and he noticed a slight uneasiness with his superiors. That kind of stuff usually indicated unknown threats. There may be pike, or worse within the swiftly running depths of the stream. There may be a large platoon of hostiles instead of the small he was promised. Hell, there might even be a tribe with traps laced through the forest. He had no damn clue!!! As you could imagine, he wasn't all too happy.
The mercenary fox muttered under his breath. This wasn't going to be a good day...
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Post by blackfox7 on Apr 17, 2008 5:47:16 GMT -5
Rithuan was more towards the center of the force, flanked on either side by the young weasel seer and another red fox of massive proportions. A small rat stumbled along in front of him, not paying much attention to the formation. The old fox pondered his latest vision while he marched:
"The evening hangs beneath the moon,
A silver thread on darkened dune.
With closing eyes and resting head
Eternal sleep is coming soon... Where is the darkened dune, Maritha?" Rithuan asked the young weasel beside him.
"Er... Mayhap it's ahead near the river, sir." Maritha answered.
"Hmm...", Rithuan puzzled. He thought it best he just go ahead and warn the commander of the force. The ancient fox pushed ahead of the small rat and a pair of ferrets and fought his way to the bowcat ranks.
"Excuse me, but I must speak to the commander. Please, let me through!"
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Post by Jasyn on Apr 17, 2008 12:57:28 GMT -5
Jasyn got wind of a small interruption behind him, and he called a stop to the march. He turned to se the red fox starting to push his way twords him. "I lead this rag-tag bunch, old one. What is it that you want of me?" The old fox was strange. The robes and paint clearly screamed Juska at him, and if the mercenary remembered correctly, there was a Juska alliance whith the one who hired him. This juska fox should have known that the entire rank was set under his command, so what was going on here?
The merc stood still as Rithuan grew closer with each step. Some of the soldiers, not wanting overdue trouble, started clearing a path between the old seer and the merc. Jasyn sighed, whatever this fox wanted, he was going to have to listen to it immediately, or else face some punishment via his employer. "Why do there always have to be complications?" He muttered under his breath. Finally, Rithuan was in front of the fox. "Speak, old one."
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Post by blackfox7 on Apr 17, 2008 18:42:31 GMT -5
Rithuan suppressed a hard glare at his superior, and let his glaive's haft touch the ground.
"Commander, I have intelligence of an ambush set up for the force to be caught in. My visions have indicated that enemies will attack us in the evening, near a dune up ahead."
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Post by Jasyn on Apr 18, 2008 7:38:09 GMT -5
Jasyn looked cynically at the old seer. "Indeed? Well, if your 'visions' are correct, then this would be an optimal time to set up a retalliation, and see what are enemies are like."(tbc)
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Post by blackfox7 on Apr 18, 2008 21:25:56 GMT -5
Rithuan ignored his commander's cheek, however appropriate it was: He was Commander after all. Taking a slight bow, Rithuan spoke again, his voice quivering slightly:
"Commander, I already know what awaits us. At the dune we will find four score Guosssom shrews and a score and a half of watervoles. If I'm not mistaken, the enemy numbers are definitely greater than ours. We will lose... some of our fighters..." The seer tried not to look at two young bowcats to his right. Fate really had no shame; taking young, old, and undeserving was the usual. This battle would be no exception.
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Post by Vrelt on Apr 18, 2008 22:12:15 GMT -5
After the army of Drask Darkfang was assembled, it moved out. With Major Alexander leading half the forces, he circled around Hans' bowcats, and set up position on the other side of the enemy. Captain Draygo lead the fleet to cut off any escape by sea. While Drask and Callista lead the other half and moved to cut off the last route of escape. The army of Sampetra was in position to attack. Drask wore his crimson battle armor, with his black cape flowing behind him in the wind. Making the ferret look even more the general. He stood to attention in front of his army, "Everyone knows why we must crush this scum. If we are to form an alliance with Hans Vermeer, we must show him what the army of Sampetra is made of!" Drask stepped away from the army, that were standing to attention and walked over beside Callista, "How does the army look now that it is assembled?"
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Post by Jasyn on Apr 21, 2008 14:49:13 GMT -5
"Shrews and watervoles,eh? And you are certain of their greater numbers? This is a problem." Under his deep hood, the death dealer was troubled. He well new their odds against such a force, and none of the outcomes were any less then bleak. If such an army was there, then they must be commited to anhillating his entire platoon. Twoscore soldiers at his command against 180 beasts. Not good odds at all. The only welcome possibility would be either a reverse ambush or a gurilla attack. If they were Guosim shrews, however, they would be well defended against lightning attacks. And there numbers were still to small to try a reverse ambush. A show of strength never works against their type, and they, more likely than not, weren't supersticious. What a puzzle, now for the solution....
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Post by Hans Vermeer (Cole) on Apr 26, 2008 19:56:59 GMT -5
Callista looked at the lined ranks and replied. “I have seen better. But this is not bad. Though some beasts in the front ranks need to straighten their backs.” She has had a change of clothing since she had left Mossflower Woods. She does not have her white silk robes on but still had her white fencing gloves. She now wore a white tunic with her belt and sabre. That was pretty much all she could get for now.
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Post by Vrelt on Apr 26, 2008 20:44:48 GMT -5
Narrowing his icy blue eyes Drask stalked over to the soldiers again, "Straighten up! Don't forget you are Sampetra's finest! Now act like it!" Instantly the soldiers straightened up, Drask's orders were never taken lightly. The general walked back over to Callista, "Better?" Drask glanced over Callista as he moved toward her, she dressed like a general herself. And Drask had to admit, she did look pretty good now.
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