An unexpected end.

Slade was not happy.

To be fair he was rarely happy anyway, but more so this time than usually. Three days he had waited at the rock, and their supplies were running out. The rock was perhaps one of the more obscure landmarks in the deep Mossflower woods.

A large moss covered boulder set in the middle of a clearing deep in woods of Mossflower. This time of year the sea of tall grass around The Rock were starting to turn yellow. The leaves of the trees around the clearing were starting to fall. Not too far to the north a river passes through the forrest.

"I would hate to say it but I think we missed them." Slade says offhandly to his captive. The fox gulps. Currently the tubby brown furred head guard of ferreval is sitting against the large boulder. "Well, ain't life tough."

"Yeah, that happens sometimes." The badger rubs the back of his neck, "Pitty too, them beasties pay in gold for fox too." He shrugs, drawing a small, curved knife, "Ah well. I can always make myself a nice little coat out of you for comfort..."

The fox gulps, shying away from the badger as much as his bindings allow. Both paw and feet were bound by ropes. "W-wait...let's not get too hasty now Slade..."

Bora happens to be in the area, grumbling as he walks along. His right paw is heavily bandaged and part of the area above the bandage looks like a bad burn. His tail sways back and forth in anger. His fur is made to keep him warm, sometimes a little too warm this far south as it's clear he is use to the northlands as his fur is thick. Also his a pure white color, with hints of blue along the neck and tail just slightly.

The badger may not be aware of the second fox but Bora might be able to see Slade by now, or at the very least hear his voice echo across the landscape. The badger is perhaps a bit shorter than most badgers with a burly build. Wearing a green over coat. His wide brimmed hat has a feather in it.

The fox he kicks to the ground is a plump, brown furred creature wearing only a loose pair of trousers at the moment. Standing on Bandits shoulder the Badger glares down at the fox, "Think of it this way Bandit, you won't have to worry about dieting ever again." The fox growls and bites at the badger's ankle, causing him to stumble backward. The curse he shouts would put even sailors to shame.

Bora hears the choice words and pulls out a sword he stole from a dead sidekick, hey the sidekick didnt need it any more so the white fured fox claimed it as his. His eyes widen as he sees teh badger and smirks"A badger, well maybe I will get to kill a badger after all, this should be fun and will certainly brighten my mood"

Grabbing the fox by the tail Slade pulls him back with one paw. He rolls Bandit onto his back the pins him by resting his knee on his chest. "Tell me Bandit. You're choice. How do you want to die. Do you prefer being gutted like a fish, or should I just maul ya a little. Maybe both?"

Bora tries to sneak up on the badger while he is distracted with Bandit, he then makes an angled cut down towards the badger's shoulder as he holds a blade with his left paw, it's also clear he doesnt use this as his sword arm very often but then right now he has no choice as its his only useable paw right now.

SpLeRk!

The badger yells, dropping his knife as he leans back in pain. The blade tears across his over coat, leaving a deep red streak across his hide underneith. The yell finally ceases and Slade slumps forward, breathing deeply. The badger stands up slowly over Bandit, turning halfway to glare at the beast behind him with an yellow glint in his eye, "That...hurt."

The badger doesn't know who this interloper is. A friend of Bandit's maybe? A bandit? A crazy sword murdering maniac? It doesn't matter.

Because in the end, he was dead...

Slade draws his machete from his belt, "Now I got to murder you..."

Bora chuckles "This is funny the stripedog thinks he can win a fight against me, this is funny indeed I have fought many badgers and won many fights stripedog, if anyone dies today it will be you, not me." He smiles coldly and angles his blade as he prepares again to fight.

"Well, ain't that good to know. Give me five minutes Bandit. I'll get back to you soon enough." The badger spits to one side. He then moves forward, more of a march than a charge. He swings his machete without hesitation towards the fox in a powerful downward strike, then wastes no time in bringing it back in a second diagonal strike in the opposite direction.

The fox captive has no idea who his savior is, he would probably get a good laugh from the irony that this is Magus's boss who is inadvertently saving him, but as it is, he wastes no time in trying to escape. It's just a simple matter of tucking himself into a ball, pulling his paws over his feet, then freeing himself of the rope bonds.

The fox takes a moment or two to get his arms over his feet. The action seems...more difficult than he remembers...

Bora meanwhile slices at the badger's arm, he barely managed to block the blade before this and narrows his eyes, "You should just give up stripedog."

The badge backs away, hissing at the fox as his blade shaves a some fur from his arm. "I was about to say de same thing to you! Tell me fox, do you prefer bein a coat...or hat?" Slade charges forward, blade set to impale the vulpine until at the last minute he twists his wrists to slash at Bora again.

Bora backs up but the cut is made to his side, he goes to try and slice t the badger again and then falls face first into some mud and stands spiting the mud out and wiping it from his eyes.

The badger flashes a yellow grin, he steps lightly around the fox, spinning around to the fox's flank. A thick, meaty claw wraps around Bora's throat, and he leans forward to whisper, "Call me Slade by the way. Did I ever tell you what I do for a living?"

The point of the badger’s blade comes against the small of the fox's back, and simply keeps going, running him through the meat of his torso and appearing on the other end of his stomach.

"I sell fox hides..."

He releases the fox's from his grasp, leaving the machete lodged in his gut.

Bora Gaps for air as he feels the claws around his neck and starts to kick at the badger, then he tenses in pain, a deep pain that’s worse when he lost his paw, he looks down with already blurring vision at the blade that’s suddenly growing from his stomach as his eyes widen in confusion.. "H..H..HOW?" He gets out and coughs on some of his own blood, the words of his seer ring though his head....your end will come in an unexpected way...he goes to try and pull the blade out and moving it only makes it worse.

Slade steps away from the fox, pacing around him he passes a glance to the boulder. He sneers when he sees the portly vulpine is missing, escaped during the battle. "Cowardly git..." Slade casts his eyes back to Bora, "Sorry about that. I can't imagine that's a pleasant feeling you have right now. But, you kind of had it coming. Attacking a beast in the back." Slade tsks tsks. He stoops low with a grunt to pick up the fox's own sword.

"And now ya gone and made me lose my fox. I was gonna make a pretty penny on his hide ya know." He taps the blade against his own shoulder, peering at the fox, tilting his head to the right, then the left. At long last he snaps his fingers.

"I think I may have found something to replace him though...you are going to make such a lovely coat..." The last sight Bora is given on this earth is the sight of the badgers yellow smile shortly before he swings the blade downward with all his might...

Bora indeed does see the blade of his former sidekick come to his neck, he feels some pain and then nothing as he loses his head, for real he loses his head as it goes one way and the rest of him falls forwards. It would seem his unexpected end wasn't so much getting beat in a fight by a badger, but the fact a badger of all things will be making a coat out of him soon.

The badger stands up strait, letting the sword drop into the soft grass. He sits back, letting out a soft growl of pain. "Blasted...stupid...foxes..." He is going to have to go after Bandit here shortly but he thinks he can spare a few moments of rest. His back is on fire and he doubts the portly guard will get far.

In the distance he watches several figures approach from the north. He squints. At first they look like possibly more foxes, three in all. But they are far too large, the coloring of their pelts too...different from a fox.

Wolves.

"Ah...blazes. NOW they show up of course." Maybe he should have kept the white fox alive. He didn't want to see them empty pawed. Perring at the remains of Bora the badger rubs his chin, "I wonder if they will settle on buying a coat..."

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Players

BORA

He stands a good three taller than most foxes. This fox has thick, pure white fur all over his body. His tail is long and very bushy like most foxes. Traces of light blue show on his shoulders and chin. His eyes, oh those eyes, they are an icy stormy look blue with traces of violet mixed with in and show nothing but pure evil intent. His clothing is made for the snowy northlands. A long sleeved, well white tunic, with strange white chain armor on his chest, legs and arms. On his paws, up to his elbows is long white gloves, with claw like knifes on top. He wears no boots, he has good grip for climbing. His paws have long claws and his fangs are dangerous sharp as well. He has as his weapon a short sword with a blue arrow painted onto it with patterns of ice and he has bolas.

SLADE

They say you can learn a lot about a beast from the way they keep up their appearance. One can only wonder what Slade's appearance speaks about him.

The beast has the common grey and white fur coloring of his species. Patches of dark grey fur line his eyes and circle around his cheeks and the chin of an snout that has been broken and reset improperly at least once. A tuft of fur hangs at his chin in the form of a small goatee. When he smiles it is clear that what teeth have not been knocked out are yellow from neglect.

Not losing out on the brutish figure that so many badgers have come to be known for Slade has a burly build to him. There is a good deal of muscle to his body as well as a good deal of meat, most accumulated around his stomach in a well rounded pot belly.

A green tunic hangs loosely from his chest. The shirt is sleeveless and has a deep, almost vest like, neck line that leaves most of his chest fur exposed. Belted over the tunic but under his stomach is an otter hide belt where a cutlass hangs without a proper scabbard.

A flat but wide brimmed hat adorns his head. The hat is made from leather of an unknown animal and wrinkled from age and water.