The vermin horde.... -- Greenfern Mountain Multiple-Character Role-Play

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Date Posted: 18:04:43 04/02/02 Tue
Author: Aioura Backstab
Author Host/IP: h24-78-189-101.vn.shawcable.net / 24.78.189.101
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The vermin horde....

**South-west of Greenfern Mountain, a myriad of vermin campfires glittered like the stars in the black, velvet night sky above them. Their leader strides out, obsidian-black eyes glittering in the firelight. She narrows them, surveying her hordes.

Her lithe, powerful, wildcat form is sillouhetted by the barbaric bonfires lit behind her. Dressed in a swirling emerald cloak and a vest of chainmail over a light green tunic, she cut a terrible sight, stalking around the camp, fearsome scythe over one shoulder. She bares her fangs, looking up at the dark sky**

Tomorrow, we march!

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**the short, stocky ferret smiles to himself, revealing two rows of stained, yellowed teeth. He blackened one of his many blades over the fire before sheathing in his crossbelt, looking up at his leader with a sense of terror and admiration** M'lady, scouts tell me that th' mountain's on'y some days away, an' they (NT) -- Shyang, 17:03:24 04/03/02 Wed
- ((ooc: Argh, it cut me off!))... say that there're only a few beasts t' defend it. Attack shoul' be quick an' easy, we'll defeat 'em yet, yer might'ness. (NT) -- Shyang, 17:04:55 04/03/02 Wed
**runs her tongue over her sharp teeth, as if savouring the taste of blood already. She nods, planting her scythehaft into the ground** Good. Rally the troops up. (NT) -- Aioura, 07:34:37 04/05/02 Fri
- Inside... -- Aioura Backstab, 12:03:29 04/06/02 Sat
  - **the drummers beat loudly and steadily, pulsing over the thrumming of a thousand footpaws. The ferret felt a wave of excitement flow over him, and he was caught up with the horde, the same warcry ripping from his throat** Backstaaab! Kill! Kill! Kill! (NT) -- Shyang, 12:05:46 04/06/02 Sat
    - **The young undersized ferret dragged allong misrabley at the back of the formation pulling his cooking gear, his half-hearted chanting mixed with his mumblings and mummerings.** Backstab. Kill Kill ...Gawd. Why do I hafta- Backstab!- be the bloodey cook?-kill. Backstab!- cook this, fetch that. -kill kill.- I'll show 'em. I'll show 'em all... OW! **Fell over as a large weasel boxed his ears, telling him in a look to shut up and chant.** Backstab! Kill kill kill! Backstab! Kill kill kill... (NT) -- Greasefang, 14:52:28 04/13/02 Sat
      - Backstaaaaaaaaab!! **roars out loudly, brandishing his two best kinves-- each with a wicked saw-edged blade. He gallops with the front runners, grinning a cruel grin. War!** (NT) -- Shyang, 10:57:23 04/14/02 Sun
        Yu-yes sir! **Hurrying up he trotted along with the rest chanting but thinking the same thoughts.** Backstab! Kill kill kill! (NT) -- Greasefang, 10:09:20 05/20/02 Mon
**strides at the back of the horde, a wicked grin on her face. She looks towards the mountain-- it would be a lovely fortress...** (NT) -- Aioura Backstab, 11:08:06 04/21/02 Sun
- **buffets Greasefang's ears soundly, kicking his tail** Git movin', yew lazy layabout. Lemme 'ear yer shout, or I'll box yer ears inter next season! (NT) -- Stompmug, 09:37:39 04/28/02 Sun
  - **Goes flying his cooking gear landing in a noisey heap around him. Scuttling around he grabed his things and quickly caught up again with the horde.** Ye-yes sir! Backstab Kill kill kill! Backstab Kill kill kill! Backstab Kill kill kill! (NT) -- Greasefang, 12:43:28 05/25/02 Sat