The queen of thieves (A mildly gory OOC Halyard log)
This is an OOC log. You're welcome XD ;)
No vixens or lizards were actually harmed in the making of this RP. Also, they got squished by a gigantic war hammer. And sliced open with a monster of a sword. Like watermelons. You have now been warned.
+roll-dice 1d2 and +roll-dice 2d10 were used :)
Halyard, somewhere.
Crossfang, vixen. Rsk, male lizard. (Dylan Locke. He decided upon outcomes by using the +roll-dice command.)
Female wolverine 'friend'. (Yours Truly. I basically ignored the dice and opted for free will XD )
It was a dark day for Halyard, mostly because of the overcast cloud cover. This is the first day in a week it has not rained but that doesn't mean the weather won't try tonight, leaving most of Halyard's streets deserted as the mid night hour approaches.
Despite the empty streets there is the sound of joyous singing as a pair of beasts stumble back and forth from the tavern. Crossfang and her companion Rsk have been in good spirits lately. They were once again dirt poor but that was only due to having spent their generous sum of income, the latest success in a string of robberies across town and outside of it.
The white furred marbled fox wore a green vestment with gold colored fringes. Although bought just last week it could hardly contain the generous gut forming around her waist. What wasn't spent on clothing was spent in the tavern on food and ale in surplus.
Although Rsk didn't approve of watching the vixen eat herself to an early grave he couldn't complain, not when his own scales were starting to split with his own excess. He wore a vest as well, with a black tunic under it. Both were decked out in gold bracelets on their wrists, ankles, and even tail. Both stumbled along the streets, laughing as the ale churned in their stomachs.
Ah, yes. A dark day, indeed. In an alleyway just ahead of the drunken beasts, a huge lurking shodow shifts. Teeth glint in what little light there is, and a pair of green eyes glow as they reflect the light. As the beasts get closer, the massive form detaches itself from the rest of the shadows and blocks their way. "'And me yer gold an' nobeasht gets hurt," it growls. As a lightning bolt flashes, the creature is more clearly revealed: A huge female wolverine, toting a war hammer, with an equally massive sword strapped to her back. On her other paw is a buckler with Celtic knotwork on it. She is wearing a tattered tunic and cloak, but her leggings and boots look brand new. Her brown fur whips in the rising wind, and she bares her many sharp, pointy teeth, as if she wasn't an intimidating enough sight as it is.
The drunken beasts come to an abrupt halt. They look up and up at the creature towering over them. For the bandits the sight of the wolverine is more sobering than any potion or old wives tale recipe. Both fox and lizard wrap each other in a fearful embrace and cower before the thief.
Crossfang's worst nightmare comes true! Not the hulking beast of a monster before them but the fact that it's demanding her to surrender her gold. That was her gold! She worked hard for it! HERS!
"N-no see here..." The vixen gulps, "There is no need for violence. I-I'm sure we can work something out...Rsk tell her why we can work something out." The fox darts behind the lizard and shoves him forward slightly but only a terrified eep escapes his lips.
Roaring, the wolverine goes to whack the lizard to one side with her buckler. Advancing one street-trembling step, she goes to hit the vixen with her hammer. Not enough to kill her, or even make her think she's die-ing, but enough to cause a horrid bruise. "Give it to me!" She grunts, not yelling yet. But, really, when you're this size, and have weapons this big, do you really need to yell?
The lizard let's out a squeak as he is pushed aside, rolling head over heel away from the group. It does absolutely nothing for the ale slogging about his guts.
The fox yelps, stepping away as the hammer glances by her chest. Indeed the wolverine need not yell to demand their gold. But it's Crossfang's gold, and she would go to the dark forest before she let some mangy /barbarian/ lay a dirty paw on her gold. "You want my gold?" She draws her sword and proceeds to do something incredibly stupid...she lunges forward to impale the wolver in the belly. "COME AND GET IT!"
Coming out of his dizzy trance Rsk recovers in time to watch the fox leap to her doom. His face distorts into horror. "CROSS! NO!" He draws his saber and leaps into action, swinging at the wolverine from the side.
"Thank ye," the wolverine growls as she dodges the sword and goes to squash the vixen with her hammer!! Raising her buckler, the mustelid growls and goes to sweep the lizard off his feet as soon as her shield barely stops the lizard from harming her with his sabre.
Crossfang makes a yelp as she is forced to the ground form the hammer blow, her saber hardly deflecting any of it's energy. The lizard is sent backward, feet kicking up dirt as he slides across the ground. "Crossfang! Get out of there!" He leaps backslashing trying to get the wolverine to focus only on him with repeated sword strikes.
The wolverine goes to finish the vixen off with not 1, not 2, but rather 3 heavily handed (pawed? Whateves) hammer blows. Overkill is better than nothin', right? Right. She blocks the first few blows from the lizard, but yowls as he makes contact. Whirling around, she bares her yellowed teeth and yells a basically unintelligible war cry as she swings at him with her hammer now.
The vixen rolls left, then right then hops to her feet. She raises her sword again to defend herself and the hammer crashes down, bending the blade and sending Crossfang back onto her fleshy rump.
"Crossfang! Run! Get-" The lizard is silenced as the hammer strikes him across the head. Teeth go flying as he spins in the air, landing hard into the ground where he lays still, breathing...but not moving.
Eyes full of fear the fox holds up a paw as she tries to scoot away from the wolverine, "Wait! Stop! You can have our gold! Just...just leave us alone!" She takes off her wrist bracelets and tosses them to wolverines feet. "Here! S-see! Gold's all yours!"
The look that the wolverine gives her communicates that it's way beyond too late. With another roar, she steps towards the vixen and goes to pin her down with a foot. Dropping the hammer down to the ground with a THUD, the wolverine draws her sword...
If the vixen wasn't terrified before...Her eyes glance towards the fallen lizard as Crossfang is pinned by the wolverine. Rsk isn't getting back up anytime soon.
"W-wait! Just hear me out! We're thieves! Like you! We could...we could work together! We could be rich!" The fox gulps, eyes never leaving the sword.
"I work alone," is all that the wolverine says before she raises her sword and goes to stab the vixen repeatedly until she stops moving. When this task is accomplished, Rsk will need to die, too....
The fox let's out a panicked squeak as the sword stabs her through the stomach and chest, slicing through her fleshy frame like a ripe watermelon. The lizard gets up in time to watch Crossfang meet her grizzly end. He gets up with a struggle, not to heroically rescue the fox as she is turned into a pin cushion but to flee. He falls back down, dazed, world spinning, crawling away from the wolverine. "This was such a bad idea, bad idea...."
Behind him the fox grows still, "R-rose...bud..." she says before she lays still.
The wolverine turns and sees the freaked out lizard. "Oh, no ya don't..." she rumbles, echoing the lightning that flashes in the sky above. Then, charging, she swings her sword at the lizard, trying to make a quick end to him before he can truly get away. "Sssssssdeath!!"
The lizard manages to get onto his feet, turning to shout, "Not the face!" because these are the types of un-heroic things that beasts shout when they face their end. Because quite honestly, what is the mind supposed to say when wrestling with the realization there is nothing they can do to escape its fate?
Well, the sword doesn't strike the lizard in the face at least.
No, the blade enters the lizards soft underbelly and continues upward at a slight angle, exiting finely just above the chest.
Rsk let's out a scream that quickly becomes a gurgle as he staggers backward, clutching his wound after his belly is gutted like a fish. He falls onto his back and rolls onto his side. "I...I..." What ever the lizard tries to say is lost as his life slowly drains from him.
The wolverine just calmly cleans and sheaths her blade, gathers up the gold and her hammer, and leaves the scene, not even bothering to cover up what she did or even try to turn her latest victims into clothing or whatever. She just...vanishes into the night.
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