Travelers

[W0NWILL]

The crash of the axes splintering their gate made the cannibals turn. They shrieked in anger as one and massed toward Zania and Breersk, turning their backs on Razer.

Breersk grinned craftily, "Now, me axes."

[ZaniatheBlack]

"Here, I don't need 'em," Zania said, throwing the axes to him. She unsheathed her long, white claws and plunged into the sea of vermin, slashing wildly.

[W0NWILL]

Breersk grabbed the axes and ran toward the cannibals, "Ha ha! That's for the disgusting porridge! Never feed a beast that again!" He swung his axes with a skill, the hiltstones braining vermin, the axeblades beheading them.

To say that the cannibals were terrified would be an understatement. The retreated quickly, waving their weapons, hoping to slow the attack. The few slingers they had put stones in their slings and let them fly at them. They were completely ignoring Razer.

[ZaniatheBlack]

Dodging the stones, Zania roared a battle cry and that was enough to send the vermin running away as fast as their paws could carry them. "Nice work mouse, what's your name?" Zania asked, watching the cannibals retreat.

[W0NWILL]

OOC: They don't give up that easily. They're my puppets.

BIC: The cannibals stopped at the edge of the hollow and turned back toward the two. The slingers fitted more stones to their slings and let them loose.

Breersk didn't answer, he gripped his axes more tightly. He knew that these cannibals were not giving up. Several of them had chased his old group towards, what he thought, was Salamandastron! Sure enough, the cannibals turned back and fired more stones. Breersk let his feet slid out from underneath him and dropped to the ground.

[ZaniatheBlack]

OCC: Affirmative

BIC: "Hmmph, figures," Zania grouched jumping behind a hut to avoid the stones. She saw the mouse slide down onto the ground. "What do we do now?" she shouted.

[Quickpaw]

OOC: Welcome! I might have to make a new charrie.

[swift paw]

name:asesino demonio(translated to english devil killer)
age:19
Rank:warrior
Weapons:10 daggers
Injuries:too many to count
description:black and white,scars all over chest and arms,usually wears a leather vest,
personality:loner,sad,short tempered

[W0NWILL]

OOC: Be sure to use the joining page and supplied form.

BIC: "No idea." Breersk replied, "We could just wait here until they kill us."

[swift paw]

(sorry)

[Skyblade]

OOC: Is this roleplay still going on? 

[Quickpaw]

OOC: I don't know, it doesn't seem like it.

[Leatho Shellhound]

OOC: I think I was in this one but got a little (OK... a lot) behind. 

[Tiria Wildlough]

OOC: Are we still going? Because I really liked this RP.

[Quickpaw]

OOC: Same here! We could start another rp based on this or continue where we left of if possible.