Militia Camp part two
Where are heroes make a daring escape from the Militia Camp.
Players are Rorgan and Liam. Liam, Tavis, Militia, the cat and Kacy the bat, all belong to me. Derrin belongs to Rorgan.
It has been a taxing day to say the least for Liam. The brown furred pine marten shifts his weight, trying to get comfortable against the post behind him. He is cold, sore, and hungry, and just a little terrified. He can hear two guards out side the entrance to the tent as they chat about the day and sometimes what they want to see happen to the prisoners. They are not pleasant things.
Suddenly, the guard voices cut off, followed by a baritone voice. "I've orders from Tavis t' take this one and the prisoners t' be executed in the forest." It says.
Liam ears perk up at the sound of the voice and the orders given. Well, so much for cooperation. The pine marten begins to struggle against his bonds but to no avail. Not the best day indeed.
After a quick hushed conversation, Derrin walks into the tent, looking down at the pine marten with a dagger held in paw.
Liam gulps at the sight of the otter and the daggar, he briefly wonders exactly how they plan to execute them in the woods."I take it the 'do everything you can for us' part didn't work out so well?" he says a bit nervously.
Derrin silently walks over and cuts the bonds holding Liam to the post, though a seperate set of ropes continue to hold the pine marten's paws together.
Liam sighs, still bound by his fore paws the marten is at least free from the post. "I suppose pleading for mylife is useless at this point?"
The otter yanks Liam up by the shoulder and snaps, "Shuddup and walk vermin!" a bit louder than he normally would, almost like he wanted somebeast to hear.
"Alright alright! I'm walking!" the pine marten stumbles a few steps before walking out of the tent. The two hare guards out side eye the marten with contempt as he examines his surroundings. The camp is fairly deserted this time of night, the sky above is clouded and there is a slight rain begining, turning into snow fall.
Derrin sighs as he takes the pine marten's arm, leading him off towards the next two prisoners, who are bound together. As they walk, the otter whispers, "I'm gettin' you guys out of here."
The pine marten narrows his eyes as they approach the next tent. His heart is filled with hope at the prospect of not dying in the next hour but at the same time, how well does he really know Derrin? He met him once or twice in a tavern a while back and the next time he appears he is working for the bleedin militia. The otter could be telling him this just to keep the marten calm before the slaughter. Liam will wait and see if Derrin is telling the truth. There are two guards here at this tent as well, a hedgehog and mole. They salute as the otter approaches.
Derrin nods to the two creatures. "Hail! Grab the prisoners. They're t' be executed t'night." He says, keeping his face straight and devoid of emotion. The show he had to put up for this was internally killing him, but he couldn't afford to do a whole lot yet, otherwise there was a chance one of the vermin would mess up the plan.
The guards nod before they head in. Somewhere inside a beast starts to struggle. "No! No!" the cat is tossed out onto his face, "Please! I don't hurt me!" He looks genuinely terrified. So does the bat but she exits with a bit more dignity. One of the guards asks, "Is there anything else you need us to do sir?"
Rorgan shakes his head at the guard, leaning down and gripping the cat by the arm and yanking the vermin up onto his feet. "Get going vermin. We've got one more of you t' pick up before I end yer miserable lives here."
The bat begins to cry at this information. Large tears well up in her eyes and she wails. The cat continues to plead for his life, "No! Please! I didn't do anything wrong. You have to believe me!" Liam remains silent as he walks, nervously glancing back at the guards behind him who are starting to grow confused as to why Derrin is taking care of these prisoners by himself. They shrug, it's not their place to question orders and frankly they are thankfull to finely be rid of the lot of them.
The otter lets out a low, gutural growl. "Both of ye, shut yer mouths afore I do it for ye." He says coldly.
The cat falls into a defeated and silent whimper. The bat only crys louder. She's about to die, why does she care if her crying offends them? Liam grits his teeth, he understands how they feel, but this will start to draw attention if it goes on. "Quit, the both of you." he whispers from behind them, "Derrin is trying to free us." Both beasts pause in their noise making to look at each other and then the otter. The bat nods but she still snivels a bit. The cat can't claim to fair any better. Under the circumstances they are both doing rather well the pine marten thinks.
Derrin continues on in silence until they reach the center of the camp, where Rorgan is still tied in the same position, but looking eerily limp. Derrin walks forward and cuts the otter's bonds, grunting as he grabs his friend to keep him from collapsing. Helping the sorely injured otter to the group, he says quietly, "Help him walk," Though with the similarities between the two otters, it could just as easily look as though Derrin is being given to them by Rorgan instead of the other way around.
Liam keeps watch over the camp. Until he knows for sure the otter is really going to kill them he is going to at least try to be usefull to their escape. The camp looks strange to be so deserted. The only life he can see is that of the guards in the trees above them who either have not noticed them or don't care. The ground below is silent save for themselves. "What ever you are going to do, I suggest you do it quickly Derrin." He hisses.
The otter nods, looking around. "Right, everyone head this way," He says, pointing of towards a part of the camp. "No one make a sound, and move normally. Don't look t' be in a hurry." Derrin constantly continues to look around the camp, making sure they are in the clear.
"I'm afraid that isn't going to matter much, not any more." A familiar voice booms across the camp. Tavis appears around the corner of a tent. The mouse has his paw resting on the hand and a half sword at his side but hasn't drawn it yet. His face has a combination anger and disappointment etched on it, highlighted by the trio of scars running next to his right eye. He appears to be alone.
Derrin's breath catches in his throat as he catches sight of the mouse. Great, that's just what he needed to happen right now. He steps out in front of the group silently, facing Tavis without a word or hesitation.
The mouse rolls his eyes, speaking in a level voice, keeping his anger restrained, but just barely, "I had a feeling you would try something like this. I was...hoping you wouldn't but..." he sighs, "Helping the vermin is bad enough, but him? That otter murdered one of the troops. One of YOUR comrads. Think about what you are doing."
Derrin retains his own calm, facing down Tavis. "He's like a brother t' me Tavis. How could you ask me t' kill a beast this close t' me?! As for the vermin, they've done /nothing/ wrong! Nothing they've done makes them deserving of death!"
The mouse narrows his eyes, Derrin seems to have struck a cord with Tavis. "You never were one for the cause...were you?" Tavis shakes his head, "I'm trying to save your life Derrin. Why do you think you that otter was left unguarded? Why do you think you the look outs are not puting an arrow in your back right now. I'm trying to make you see reason before you go and do something stupid." The mouse draws his blade, taking grip on the upper handle with both paws, "Walk away Derrin...walk away and I won't have to kill you."
Derrin grits his teeth and narrows his eyes. "Ah, but what a cowardly way t' solve this it would be if you let the lookouts shoot me now while you stood safely out of reach. If you think you can kill me, then I'd like t' see you try." With a growl, his fists tighten and he walks ahead of the group a few paces.
Liam looks toward the guards up above with some measure of fear. Having been told to look the other way for a while they of course are staring down at them with curriosity. There are not many but enough to put an arrow in each of them, which they will probably due even if Derrin wins this fight with Tavis. "You take care of the rat. I'll try to get everyone else to safty." He whispers to Derrin but keeps his eyes on the mouse infront of them as he takes up a fighting stance. "Stupid riverdog..." The mouse leaps toward the prisoners, closing the gab between derrin and himself, aiming to impale the otter with his blade.
Derrin sidesteps the thrust, thrusting his paw out and gripping Tavis' paw. With a grunt, he shoves the grip down and into the dirt, hoping the jarring force of the pommel about to hit Tavis would at least stun the mouse for a moment.
The hilt of the blade bumps into the mouses plate mail chest piece. Other than the breast plate the rodent is covered in chain mail, wearing thick leather boots, If it does slow him down he doesn't show it, ripping his blade away from the otters grip he tries to back hand him before bringing the hand and a half sword down on him in one fluid arch.
The backhand smashes into Derrin's jaw, sending him stumbling backwards. Recovering quickly though, he sidesteps the strike again, taking a step towards Tavis and sending a thundering right jab towards the mouse's jaw.
Tavis spins, staggering away from the otter. He turns to Derrin and spits out a loose tooth before coming at him again, using his blade like a heavy metallic spear, sending a trio of quick jabs at the otters chest and belly. While the fight goes on Liam leaps in the air, tucking his legs up to his chest and running his bounded paws underneath him. His hands are still tied together but now they are no longer behind him. Working quickly he bites into the rope, loosens it then begins to work on the other prisoners, starting with Rorgan. "Time to go."
Derrin is hard pressed to avoid all the stabs. One even scrapes his arm as he moves out of the way, but after the third stab, he rolls at Tavis, though slightly to the side so he doesn't run into the mouse. Standing, he turns and lifts his leg, snapping it out towards Tavis' chest.
Tavis gasps, taking a few steps back ward but standing firm on his feet. The plate mail protects the mouse from the damage of the blow, not the physics. He charges again, this time swinging the blade in a wide sweeping arch once at otters legs then again at chest level. Liam meanwhile gestures for the beasts to follow, he leads them to a near by tent, hoping it will make them harder to target by the guards who are now debating if shooting the prisoners would violate their orders. Liam pauses at the edge of the tent, watching Derrin and Tavis fight, "Kacy, lead these two out of the camp, I'll follow in a second."
Derrin does a small hop, then crouches as soon as he hits the ground to avoid the strikes. Using the mouse's vulnerability from the swing, he shoots forward, tackling Tavis onto the ground. He sits on the mouse's waist, holding his opponent down, and begins to repeatedly slam punch after punch into Tavis' face.
Tavis is rendered unconscious by the second blow. Seeing as how their fearless leader is being pummeled the beasts in the guard towers decide its time to intervene, order or no orders. "Derrin! Get out of there!" Liam shouts as the archers draw back on their bows...
Derrin looks up at the archers, then jumps off of Tavis. He runs towards Liam, though he isn't really the fastest runner despite his speed in combat.
"Alarm! Alarm! The prisoners are escaping! Alarm!" Someone shouts, striking a warning bell. The archers up above take aim, and loose their arrows at the fleeing otter and the pine marten...
to be continued...?
