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Siege on the Mountain

Started by Cornflower MM, July 30, 2015, 11:30:41 PM

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Cornflower MM

Quote from: Lady Amber on August 06, 2015, 07:09:34 PM
Quote from: Cornflower MM on August 05, 2015, 03:50:24 PM
OOC: I personally would think it best if they were in a different group.
OOC: I thought my character was in the same group that Lora and Marshall are in, but whatever.

OOC: Does it matter?! Pick whichever one you want!

Also, sorry for the wait, guys. Motivation temporarily took a hike. Anyway, sorry agian. Here you go.

BIC: It was still a lovely day at Salamandastron, made all the better by the figures that could be seen approaching the mountain. Groups of friendly creatures, the older hare who was on watch noted with relief. "Friends incoming!" He shouted. The message would get relayed among the creatures already at the mountain in time to greet the groups. The farthest wasn't much more than thirty minutes away.

Eulaliaaa!

Maple cursed under her breath and bit her lip. She had hoped that the group would rest for the night before getting to the mountain, but now she had just slowly followed them the entire way. She could've been inside Salamandastron taking whatever supplies she needed by now, in fact, she would've probably been sleeping in one of the many hidden caves! She pulled the hood of her cloak down low over her eyes, trudging angrily onward as she made sure she was out of sight.
Just pretend there is something interesting and unique written here... I have nothing to say.

Lady Ashenwyte

Mia had finally reached the mountain, or at least walking distance to it. She took out her bow and strung it, in case they were hostile, and calmly walked towards the mountain.
The fastest way to a man's heart- Or anyone's, in fact- Is to tear a hole through their chest.

Indeed. You are as ancient as the soot that choked Pompeii into oblivion, though not quite as uncaring. - Rusvul

Just a butterfly struggling through my chrysalis.

Cornflower MM


Eulaliaaa!

OOC: I would post, but I really have nothing for Maple to do. I'm gonna have her wait until it's night or something so she can try to steal supplies.
Just pretend there is something interesting and unique written here... I have nothing to say.

LT Sandpaw


"Move ya' selves faster ye lazy layabouts ye don't halt till H'I give the command Florin. H'and halt!" The small line of hares ground to a halt their chests heaving as they attempted to recover their breath. Even Highear looked a bit fatigued his usual loud voice being slightly less empowering.

"Gather yer selves H'I want a nice an' orderly flippin line now!" the recruits snapped to attention or at least the best they could. After running circuits around the mountain they had gone wading though the ocean then dripping wet they had followed their sergeant, rolling across the sand and crawling across lengths of sharp stone. Now they stood covered in sand and small cuts their ears drooping from sheer exhaustion.

Walking with measured strides Blackthorn made his way over to the bedraggled hares. "Sergeant how bally long did it take for these 'ere recruits ta finish that brisk jog?"

"To long sah, should we do it h'again?"

"No, H'I want ye cleaned up an' on parade as fast as blinken possible."

"Right sah," wheeling about Highear roared out his commands moving the recruits swiftly across the sands towards the mountain. The Major sniffed, tucking his swagger stick under his arm he strode out taking a leisurely walk around the fortresses base.


"Sometimes its not about winning, but how you lose." - John Gwynne

"Facts don't care about your feelings." -Ben Shapiro

Faiyloe

The new Sargent Heather Malty McCuttlely III had gone and gathered up a hand full of Sallamandastron's younger hares and organized a greeting party, and was now in the process of bringing supplies to the main entrance for the arriving defenders.

"Move your selves, wot! We've got reinforcements arriving at the mountain with in the hour! They'll be tired and worn out from their long days march an' they'll need food an' restreation! We don't wan't our new fighters to go bally flippen hungry do we. Twotrees! no nibbling the supplies, wot!" Heather barked 

Twotrees glared defiantly back at her "Why are you so high an mighty all of a sudden? You can't boss us around like this, your not even a Sargent or anything wot,"

"Actually as a matter of fact I was promoted this after noon, an I won't tolerate any bally insubordination, if you do h'et again I'll slap your blumin' scut on a fizzer faster than you can say Freddy fried five flippen ferrets." She said giving him a meaning full look.

A pale furred female hare with blue eyes grabbed the bread from Twotrees and placed it with the others saying, "You better listen to her Twotrees. You know she could if she wanted to. Heather could always beat you in the training duels on the grounds, remember, wot,"

Twotrees gave her a shove and said "If you don't recall she'ed always bet you to Blueleaf," 

"Yes, but I'm not the one who's charged with insubordination," Blueleaf said as she gave Twotrees a shove back.

"Quit follygaggin' around will you or I'll have you both on a fizzer fer sloth and failure to follow blumin' orders!" Heather shouted coming up behind them and giving them both a shove in the direction of the armory. "They'll be needen' some weapons," She added before heading off to see about lodging everyone.

"She's a bally flippin' slave driver, that one is, wot, wot," Twotrees said rubbing the back of his head.

"She gets it from her grandfather," Blueleaf said.
I am back... sort of... maybe... Hi?

Lady Ashenwyte

OOC: I think my character is within looking range of Salamandastron.
The fastest way to a man's heart- Or anyone's, in fact- Is to tear a hole through their chest.

Indeed. You are as ancient as the soot that choked Pompeii into oblivion, though not quite as uncaring. - Rusvul

Just a butterfly struggling through my chrysalis.

Cornflower MM

Quote from: Lord_Ashenwyte on August 12, 2015, 02:32:43 AM
OOC: I think my character is within looking range of Salamandastron.

OOC: Most of us are, actually.

Lady Ashenwyte

The fastest way to a man's heart- Or anyone's, in fact- Is to tear a hole through their chest.

Indeed. You are as ancient as the soot that choked Pompeii into oblivion, though not quite as uncaring. - Rusvul

Just a butterfly struggling through my chrysalis.

Skyblade

OOC: I think you said Skyre is arriving later, correct? :)

BIC: Mystery whooped out loud as the creatures of Green Isle reached Salamandastron. Her red eyes glowing like energetic flames as she said to her friend, "Look at that, Rade! We're here! The adventure has begun!"


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Victrin stared up at the great mountain in awe, his mouth half-open. "I have always wanted to see this place," he said slowly and dramatically to nobeast in particular.

Thanks, MatthiasMan, for the avatar!

Lady Ashenwyte

Mia stared at the mountain in awe, such a thing not easily found in the steppes. She shook her head and walked up to the gate, knocking on it.
The fastest way to a man's heart- Or anyone's, in fact- Is to tear a hole through their chest.

Indeed. You are as ancient as the soot that choked Pompeii into oblivion, though not quite as uncaring. - Rusvul

Just a butterfly struggling through my chrysalis.

LT Sandpaw


"Excuse me ol' gel gotta get around matter o' haste dont'cha know." Sergeant Highear's small officer recruitment squad sprinted around the orange pine martin, covered in sand, mud and sweat the young hares were thrilled to have the chance of removing the offending filth. The sergeant himself paused, he was a new sergeant and far to young for his given position but he was diligent in his training and he bowed to the traveler.

"Pardon the rough treatment marm as they chaps said a matter o' haste wot." He motioned a paw for her to follow him into the mountain yelling as he did. "Sergeant Heather h'a new arrival for you to deal with." Leaving the pine martin in Heather's paws he sprinted after his troop just as eager too clean up.


"Sometimes its not about winning, but how you lose." - John Gwynne

"Facts don't care about your feelings." -Ben Shapiro

Cornflower MM

OOC: @Bladey: Yep! It was your choice, but I thought, y'know, why not a dramatic entrance?

BIC: Arya stared at Salamandastron with a half smile on her lips. "Nice to see the old place again," she commented to Aiden. He snorted. "It would be nicer, if I hadn't had to listen to you and Kerpuffle arguing the whole way here." He retorted. Arya shrugged. "Well, what can I say? He's so full of himself that he's annoying." Aiden smacked her on the head. "Hush!"

Skyblade

Quote from: Cornflower MM on August 13, 2015, 04:52:46 PM
OOC: @Bladey: Yep! It was your choice, but I thought, y'know, why not a dramatic entrance?

BIC: Arya stared at Salamandastron with a half smile on her lips. "Nice to see the old place again," she commented to Aiden. He snorted. "It would be nicer, if I hadn't had to listen to you and Kerpuffle arguing the whole way here." He retorted. Arya shrugged. "Well, what can I say? He's so full of himself that he's annoying." Aiden smacked her on the head. "Hush!"

OOC: Ok. And that post was funny ;D

Thanks, MatthiasMan, for the avatar!