New Treasure Hunter RP

[Morgazath]

 In a meadow filled with flowers, a large cottage stood. The sun was beginning to rise over the horizon and shedding its light on the world. The rays of light's fingers began to creep through the windows of the cottage, and on a ferret's face. Slaysen Silverhound woke up with a small tired snort.

He sat up on his bed, pushing aside his blankets and looked out the window where the sunlight wouldn't hurt. I really have to move that bed. The ferret thought to himself as he got out of bed and headed toward the kitchen.

In the kitchen, he lit a fire in a fireplace and placed a large pot on a handle over the fire. Putting broth and already cut vegetables into the pot, Slaysen wondered if the smell would wake anybody up. 

[Hickory]

Aaron snuffled, his nose picking up the scent off the soup (or stew?). He sat up, rubbing sleep from his eyes and stretching. He pawed about, trying to locate his schiavona. A-ha, there it was! He stood up, buckling on the blade. Aaron turned to Slaysen. "Mornin'. Did you sleep well?" As he said this, he was rummaging through his haversack, in search of hearbs to add to the soup. He tossed out some basil, chives, and watercress.

[LT Sandpaw]

The rush of paws and the steady smacking of pawsteps haled to approach of a strong young mouse. He ran on breathing lightly passing though forests and small clearings. His run led him onto a meadow covered in wildflowers and his namesake clovers.

The mouse stopped at a small cottage that stood in the middle of the clearing. He preformed a few stretches to finish his morning routine before picking up the sword and scabbard that leaned on the outside of the cottage. Strapping the weapon to his back he entered seeing two of his traveling companions awake.

"Morn'n." He said shyly to Slaysen and Aaron.

[Gonff the Mousethief]

The blue fox say up on his bed, still very tired. He never had really ever gotten enough sleep. Anywho, he threw on his raccoon hat and staggered into the kitchen.
"Mornin' mates. Get 'nough sleep? I sure didn't."

[Hickory]

Aaron made a sound that was not unlike a dolphin's chatter. Few beasts knew this was what his laugh sounded like. "Marshall, I doubt many slept well with 'alf the camp snoring like badgers! I have to say, though, I didn't sleep well, and it wasn't because of snores." Turning to face Clover (right?) he addressed the mouse. "By the way, are you up for some sword practice? Last time I did it was with that vermin pack we met awhile back. Well?" Aaron drew his schiavona.

[LT Sandpaw]

OOC: Yes Clover's his name.


IC: The mouse nodded not one to refuse anything, he hated showing off but he supposed it wouldn't hurt to fight the otter.

"Yes sir a duel would be fine sir." Clover said quickly tapping the sword hilt that stuck out over his left shoulder. He figured he could fight well enough to face the much larger animal in friendly combat. Besides he was in sore need of some sword practice.

[Hickory]

OOC: If you didn't know Aaron's probably just below Clover in ability. And we migt not want to make a duel, just do a few moves then finish up. Just sayin'

BIC: Aaron jerked his head to the outside area, where a clearing, perfect for a duel, was loacted. "That's a good place to do it, mate."

[LT Sandpaw]

OCC: Ya that's fine by me,


Clover followed Aaron out onto the clear space nodding with satisfaction. It was a good place for a quick practice duel. Pulling his sword free from its sheath warmed up by slashing with the blade. It was a well made sword, well balanced yet light, perfect for the mouse.

Adjusting his grip Clover rested the blade on his left shoulder being left pawed. Resting his right paw lightly just below his left in a proper broadsword stance. Putting his left footpaw forward he made himself as small of a target as he could keeping his tail up and out of the way.

"Ready when you are." He said smoothly taking deep breaths he ran though several movements and steps waiting for the otter to get ready.

[Hickory]

Aaron got into the en guarde position and circled his opponent. The blade point dipped up and down periodically, looking for an opening.

OOC: Just so you know Aaron fights defensively.

[Eulaliaaa!]

Stashi woke with a quiet gasp, pulling out her daggers and jumping out of the bed. She was breathing heavily and it took her a second to calm down. Slowly, she sheathed her daggers, sitting on the bed and burying her face in her paws. She heard the sounds of a conversation in the other room, and silently slid into the room, hoping she hadn't been noticed.

[Hickory]

OOC: Stashi's pretty common, innit she? Ah well, so is Asher.

[Gonff the Mousethief]

Marshall watched the small duel. Both looked liked good fighters, and he would like to see who would win.

[LT Sandpaw]

Stepping with the otter Clover circled carefully watching his opponent. The otter was clearly much larger and stronger, his reach would be far superior to Clover's own even with the longer sword.

The mouse slid one paw across the ground making a slight grinding sound hoping to draw his opponents eyes. Then with only fraction of his true speed or strength he struck out with the flat of his sword aiming for the otters legs.

[Hickory]

Ting!!!! It was Aaron's pheriphiral vision that saved him. With an artful twist he turned ninety degress and turned his schiavona blade vertically, countering the sweep. He hopped back a few paces, watching Cover for his next move.

[LT Sandpaw]

Taking a pace backward Clover noted the speed in which Aaron had responded. His eyes followed the otter as it backed away. Returning the blade to its spot on his shoulder Clover advanced slowly taking his time letting Aaron keep guessing where he would attack next.

Fixing his eyes on the otters right side Clover came in with a feint to the right. Then with carful precision he followed though with a swift slice towards the otters left.