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Post by Gwydion Nefarine on Jun 25, 2009 8:08:35 GMT -5
((I changed it to Issil, cant make up my mind)) Zircon and Dallben oversaw the setup of the new camp. They were about ten miles away from Issil. They needed to be close to Seadale to get ready for the assassination that was to come. Dallben had set up a guard of about 25 around the camp. The guards, as usual, were in the form of normal forest animals, and surrounding the camp. After the fall of the first rebellion, Cambion was taking every precaution. If someone was anywhere near the camp, they would know it. * * * * * Nearby, Gwydion was being led towards the camp by Skiestyrm, in hopes of somehow capturing the rebellion. Though, as he got closer, he wondered what his plan was. He couln't just rush in and kill them all. That would be suicide. The more he thought about it, the sooner he realized he didn't have a plan. He looked to Skiestyrm. She had dealt with the rebels before. "Uh, do you have any ideas of how to deal with these... people?" He knew that Skiestyrm was a druidok too, and did not want to offend her. |
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Post by Arissa Warrner on Jun 25, 2009 11:55:21 GMT -5
Skiestyrm glanced at Gwydion "What are you aiming to do? that desides what we'll do. But keep your voice down, the gaurds will be animals, so you wont know who'll be listining. they proably already know we're here."
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Post by Gwydion Nefarine on Jun 26, 2009 8:59:16 GMT -5
One of the druidok guards momentarily halted his show of normal forest animal activities as a squirrel and sniffed the air. The druidok, named Tikoon, smelled human, very faintly, and another familiar scent, though he couldn't quite place it. He blamed the other scent on his lack of sleep over the last few days. And, as for the human, it was too far away to consider a threat, and he told himself that he would kill it if it came much closer. The camp was trying to maintain as low a profile as possible, and they couldn't do that by killing every human that passed. * * * * * Nearby, Gwydion thought for a moment. "Hmmm...... well, we can't fight them ourselves. We could go to Issil and tell the governor there of the rebellion's whereabouts. Hopefully, if they believe us, they would send their soldiers out here to capture the rebels. That might be our only chance." Gwydion directed his thoughts to the druidoks' fates for a moment. What would happen to them all? They would probably be executed. He wondered if he should go through with this. Even if they had killed countless people, was it noble of him to end all of their lives? Right now, he realized, he and Skiestyrm controlled the lives of all the rebels. Was it in his authority, or Skiestyrm's for that matter, to decide who should live and who should die? Gwydion was not a man who held money above all else, but he did need it, to help his sister. The rewards for this information, no doubt, would be tremendous. But, he wondered, did the druidoks have a valid reason for revolt? Did they truly deserve such rights, these rebels. He tried to brush the thought aside, reasoning that it was the druidoks who had killed many humans, showing no remorse and no mercy. Still, the possible consequences haunted him. "What do you think?" he asked Skiestyrm as if seeking approval for his actions and motives. |
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Post by Arissa Warrner on Jun 26, 2009 13:36:44 GMT -5
"They wont." Skiestyrm said rubbing her almost blind eye"a lot of people do even belive druidoks exsist any more, that the shadows killed them all." she rolled her eyes "The only way they will is if the druidoks attack them or some how make it obvious they are hear, otherwise, they'll try to pretend they dont know and go on about their lives." skiestyrm paused and then turned into a moor cat and sniffed. she changed her mouth shape just a bit to allow her to talk "Druidok, squirrel i think, im not a druidok, im your moor cat Whisper, if he comes."
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Post by Gwydion Nefarine on Jun 26, 2009 15:49:29 GMT -5
"Right." He continued to think about their diminishing list of options. "Do you think it wuld be possible for us to capture their leader? I'm still not sure about getting around the guards though... Otherwise, I'm out of ideas. You know them better than anyone else. Do you have any suggestions?"
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Post by Arissa Warrner on Jun 26, 2009 15:56:42 GMT -5
Skiestyrm sighed "Know them, they dont even smell like the Woods anymore..hum, lets catch the guard, first, and see what we can get out of him. for all we know, the leader might not even be here."
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Post by Gwydion Nefarine on Jun 28, 2009 16:41:40 GMT -5
Gwydion nodded. He approached the direction of the camp with caution, hoping he would be able to catch the guard before he was killed.
The smell of the human grew stronger. He is approaching. Tikoon raced through the branches to the human. A single human wasn't enough to warn the camp about. He had taken on greater odds before. Humans were weak and easy to kill. Why should this one be any different? he thought. He finally spotted the human with a moor cat, proably a pet. If it was possible for a squirrel to have a diguste expression, Tikoon definitely did. He had always been appalled at the humans' concept of "pets". He would enjoy killing this one and let the moor cat go free.
He leapt down from the tree, turning into a large panther. He leapt at Gwydion immediately. Gwydion was on the ground in the blink of an eye, with the panther on top of him about to maul him to death. Gwydion struggled to get free, but the druidok had him pinned. I probably should have thought on this a little more, he thought. He cursed himself for his foolishness.
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Post by Arissa Warrner on Jul 4, 2009 20:16:03 GMT -5
Skiestyrm leapt and tackled Tikoon from behind and tackled him off of Gwydion -my blue-eyes!-She yelled at him in cat, keeping up the 'pet' persona and then bit down hard into the back of his neck and shaking her head.[shadow=red,left,300][glow=red,2,300] Rebel to inheritance! Abandoner of the forest! die you traitor! [/glow][/shadow]she was thinking in her head
(sory at a camp!)
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Post by Gwydion Nefarine on Jul 5, 2009 19:15:38 GMT -5
((salright))
Tikoon, though relatively young, had his fair share of experience in battles, but he wasn't used to fighting with another animal. He tried to shake the moor cat off. He growled at her, as in warning. He wasn't about to let the cat get in the way of his prey. Briefly, he wondered about the scent of the cat. That can't be a normal moor cat, he thought. She smells... different. He again dismissed the thought and went back to trying to shake her off.
Gwydion quickly recovered and got up, a small trickle of blood on his cheeks and neck where the panther had started to bury his teeth in Gwydion's flesh. He unsheathed his sword and pressed the blade into the flailing panther's neck, only to discourage him from further struggle. "I know what you are, and what you're guarding," he whispered in the now still creature's ear. "Stay still now, and don't make any noise. I'm going to lead you away from the camp perimeter,and I'd appreciate it if you turned into a human." He refrained from using "we" to avoid suspicion about Skiestyrm.
Tikoon didn't think he had much of a choice, as the moor cat still had her iron grip on his neck and the human had his sword to his throat. He might sill have a chance to kill the human, but he would be of no use to the camp if he died. He slowly nodded, as well as he could with the sword to his neck, and waited for the moor cat to get off him before he changed.
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Post by Arissa Warrner on Jul 6, 2009 12:32:38 GMT -5
Skiestyrm growled in an almost disappointed, but warning manner. She barely pulled her fangs off of Tikoon's neck, but her nose was still pressed against the back of it, ready to bite again if he proved difficult. she had no worries in acting this way, as most moor cats seemed to have almost "human" intelligence anyway, and these traitor druidoks had been away from the Pathless Wood for so long, she did not expect him to recognize her smell. she turned one lantern-like eye to Gwyndion, the one that was almost blind, the normal moor cat glow dimmed, but her good one toward Tikoon, waiting for a 'command' as to what to do next
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Post by Gwydion Nefarine on Jul 6, 2009 16:27:09 GMT -5
Tikoon turned into a small child - about nine years-old. Gwydion inwardly winced. If he had to use a little more forceful tactics to get information from the druidok, he could easily call for help and anyone decent, not knowing of the "boy"'s true identity, would try to stop him. Not to mention that the druidok's form would stop him in his tracks fom raising a hand - or sword - to him. He didn't let his thought betray him, however, and kept the sword to the druidok's neck as Skiestyrm followed behind.
After they had traveled about a mile, Gwydion decided they were far enough from the road and the rebel camp. He secretly hoped Skiestrym agreed, but was unable to communicate, lest he betray the druidok's identity. He let the sword hang loosely at his side. For a moment, he wondered what he should ask. How was he supposed to take down a large band of druidoks anyway? He finally recovered. "Who's he leader of the rebels?" Tikoon said nothing, flashing him a fake boyish smile of mischief.
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Post by Arissa Warrner on Jul 6, 2009 18:06:16 GMT -5
Skiestyrm growled and knocked Tikoon to the ground on his back, her paws in his chest and her nose pressed up against Tikoon's throat, her fangs showing. While Gwydion felt awkward about it, Skiestyrm did not, and would not mind hurting Tikoon, nor any of the other druidoks. she stared Tikoon strait in both eyes, her lantern eyes glowing menacingly.
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Post by Gwydion Nefarine on Jul 7, 2009 8:51:24 GMT -5
Gwydion started to try to call the cat off, and then reminded himself that under the boy's guise was a murderer. The boy scowled at the moor cat and tried to talk to it in a soothing tone. "Come on, girl. You can go free if you let me free. You can run free. You just have to help me kill him. You've been in captivity long enough." Gwydion was extremely annoyed at the way the rebel talked to Skiestyrm like he wasn't there. "Stop your mumbling and tell us, boy," he growled. Tikoon glared at him. "Let's see what she decides to do first, shall we?" A sly smile spread over his features. He was ignorant to the fact that Skiestyrm was a druidok and was convinced that he could pursuade the moor cat to turn against her "master."
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Post by Arissa Warrner on Jul 7, 2009 13:33:17 GMT -5
 this is a moor cat next to a 16 year old girl)) Skiestyrm inwardly laughed at Tikoon, he must be young, to think that a moor cat could be kept captive. Moor cats chose humans as companions, and came and went when they pleased. She growled at Tikoon and pressed down harder on his chest with one paw. Just answer already, she thought, im hungry. |
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Post by Gwydion Nefarine on Jul 13, 2009 8:30:16 GMT -5
((sorry I haven't been on lately))
Gwydion raised an eyebrow. "It doesn't look like she wants to take you up on your offer. So, then, tell us what we need to know." Tikoon shook his head. "You'll have to kill me. I'm not saying anything." He looked at the moor cat, again, racking his brain to figure the smell, partly to keep his thoughts from straying to death, and partly because he truly was curious. Gwydion tried not to show his worry. This was certainly going to be a lot harder than he thought. He really didn't want to kill the boy, or whatever was on the ground in front of him. He started to question what had brought him here. He wasn't here to take lives, but what else lay in store for any captured druidoks? He thought for a minute. Then, he looked at Skiestyrm for consent.
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