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Post by Kaber on Aug 4, 2005 6:09:38 GMT -5
*Santiago stood from his bow and held forth a paw.*
You find it strange to be speak to a feyline wearing boots yes? Think no of it zard. I get many the same reaction.
*he waved his paw dismissivly*
Indeed, I find no stranger than to be speak to you, hairless monkeys, see? heh heh. Please, I am most furious with my rapeeir and there is but no on who would best me claw to claw. I am your humble waiter. Ask of me and I shall do.
*It was then that the ground began to rumble and shouts erupted from the barbarian hoard.*
What iss thiss?
*the Puss in boots asked as he looked over toward the source of the new annoyance*
heh heh heh, Dinnieer iss servved. Haha!
*With flourished sweep of his hat and flick of his wrist. The orange tabby was once again adorned with the large feather atop his head, a very pointy rapier held steady in his paws as if appearing by magic.*
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Iorweth
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Post by Iorweth on Aug 5, 2005 4:03:51 GMT -5
Could this day get any stranger? Thought the Mage... Lystus sat on the ground for a couple of minutes trying to regain his fortitude... First a bunch load of savages from the North appear, Second, I decimate their ship, Third, I get caught by Marissa, Fourth, I discharge an electrical current onto my NOW numb crown jewels, and Fifthly, I run to the trees for sanctuary to have a catman jump down and actualy try to converse with me! As Lystus was temporarily stunned by the appearance of the armed cat who was nothing short of a courtier, flourishing his feathered hat, bowing and making general chit chat, he eventually found his mouth.
Sa - Santiago you say? I am Lystus, nice to be acquainted, I er... Pardon my ignorance but what the hell are you?!
Before the feline manbeast, could answer, a vibration could be felt among the treeline and looking out to the beach head, Lystus noticed the sand erupting, turning over the charred vessel - GIANT CRABS - Lystus had seen these phenomanal crustaceans before, as he looked out to the party, the tabby man donned his hat and launched himself towards the frey
HEY! Wait.... Those creatures are... Damn... why does no one listen to me?!
The creature stood to its gargantuan height after knocking the majority over as he scanned quickly he saw Marissa tumble to the ground.
MARISSA!!! The mage hitched up his robe and legged it to his colleague.
Marissa are you hurt? Are you Ok? The mage assessed the situation and found it all under control, the savages had upturned the beast and was making pate out of the under belly, there were 5 brutes on top and... Oh No!!!! Santiago was there undetected in the heat of the battle, fishing out crab flesh... this could get interesting!
Marissa... what is that?! he pointed to the catman
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Post by Lady Winter Wolf on Aug 5, 2005 14:41:07 GMT -5
*Santiago's little legs pumped furiously hard to gain the momemtum he needed to leap up; landing his back paws upon Marisa's shoulders. With one front paw, he pulled her hair till she was able to look up at him, squarely in the eye.* "No fear my pretty one, Santiago is here to protect you." *He licked her forehead, deftly leaped once again, doing a triple somersault, before landing upon his back paws; taking off at a brisk run towards the crab.*
*With his liftoff, Marisa was thrown off balance and landed in the sand once again, this time on her dainty rump. Lystus came running up to her, shouting out her name with obvious concern, and yet, extremely curious as to Santiago's species classification.* "Marissa...what is that?" * he asked.*
*She blinked at him, as if trying to get her eyes in focus. Looked at Santiago, who by now was ripping out pieces of the crab belly, back at Lystus, back at Santiago, and finally spoke to Lystus.* "It's a cat, it's a bloody talking cat!! Lystus, as if blowing up yon barbarian ship was not enough. Ye know the Elder is not going to appreciate deflating the society's coffers in reimbursing them. But now ye've gone and created a talking cat? What in the name of Elminster are ye playing at? Ye know animal creation is one of the advanced courses, and yer not ready for that yet......obviously."
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Post by MjolnirH on Aug 6, 2005 0:59:41 GMT -5
<the barbarian captain ducked a huge claw and leaped into the beast hammering away his pick side punching fist sized holes through the beast's thick armor. Singing songs of the glory of battle he knocked a sizable hunk of armor off. The crew on the ropes fell to the ground losing their grip when the young womans spell slammed into the crab cracking more of its shell. the men with axes were caught underneath but no matter since they were chopping away at the soft under belly, the thing was weakening which only drove the barbarians even harder knowing their foe was near death. A flash of orange flew passed the captain's peripheral vision and he did a double take.>
What in the name of Surtur's flaming blade it THAT!!
<He thought to himself. then he shrugged.>
Well I suppose their more than enough for everyone.
<Then the barbarian had a horrible thought and his demeanor towards the boy grew darker. All of the Ale and Mead they had brought with them were in the burned vessel. Hammer blows upon the crab then became more vicious.>
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