Oh, dear...Blisa just walked into a fight...AGAIN...
FV:Houseing Area
This is the houseing area of Ferravale. The homes look to be in good shape and each are made of a strong wood and have simple roofs, a couple homes are large than others and a couple smaller,other wise most are the same size depending on number of beasts living in the home. A small gravel walkway leads to each home and a couple large poles keep oil lamps burning at night for light on the main pathway. A path heads back to the center of town.
Exits: [Mo]re [H]ouseing, [A]nother [H]ouseing [A]rea, [C]olden's [H]ut, [N]ightbreath's [H]ome, [D]imas's [H]ome, [Cry]stal Home, [E]ast
Nightfur, fox. Starlight, otter. Colden, weasel. Blisa, cat, and Ferdinand, ferret. Darkwatcher, fox. Warwick, rat.
Nightfur has slipped back into town calmly and not being much of a target, he scans the area and keeps an otter dibbun close by him.
Starlight walks slowly behind the fox and looks around, this village makes her nervous
Colden decided it was best to relax in his own home than the infirm, less brothersome beasts and ones own bed is always more cozy, he starts to dig around for his keys and sighs as he doesn't find them. .
Nightfur smirks as he draws out his twin blades, "Are we looking for our keys...one should always be prepared and ready, your not" He says in a cold voice.
Colden eyes go wide as he sees Nightfur, he doesnt have any weapons with him, and usually never did except maybe a shovel for certain jobs but right now he has only his fists and he is still weak from a couple days ago. "You..again I see, you should go"
Starlight frowns and hides behind a lone bush, but stays oddly close to the fox. .
Nightfur smiles coldly, "Yes it's me and I will go as soon as I finish un finished bussiness." He is smart and dosn't give him time to react or yell, it's a quick slice across and the other is pushed forwards.
Colden goes to sidestep and trips on the gravel pathway, the first blade slices his shoulder and the other stabs deep into his side as he tries to get up, he closes his eyes as he tries to speak and speech fails him. .
Nightfur twirls the blades and stabs downwards with both of them, "Goodbye..."
Starlight whimpers from where she is, her mind says run but fear of unknown says not to run.
Colden sees the blades coming but is in pain and has lost what little strength he did have before, the blades find targets and ends up being fatal to the weasel, he lets his eyes close on last time.
Nightfur smirks, he cleans off the blades and steps back, he looks around and speaks ,"Brat..where are you now, come out, thats an order" .
Starlight comes out of hiding and looks at the fox and a brief glace at the weasel before walking over to Nightfur and looks at her footpaws.
Nightfur shakes his head, and nods "Good child, now let us leave before the guards come." He starts to leave but makes sure the dibbun follows.
Starlight frowns, she follows more out of fear than anything
Colden lies here, he is, well dead as he has wounds on him, some from a couple days ago and a couple more recent ones from just a short while ago. The wind blows his fur as he lays on the gravel path.
A smallish white kitten comes running down an alleyway, a frustrated ferret guard close on her heels. Blisa skids to a stop when she sees the other creatures, then takes a step back when she notices that one of them is dead. She gulps. "Hi..." Ferdinand takes in the situation in a glance and smiles with false cheer at the two living beasts. "Good day. Awfully chilly weather we're having."
Nightfur grips his twin blades and narrows his eyes at the kitten and the ferret, "Be wise to leave now"
Starlight blinks, she stays close to the fox and looks at Blisa, but she doesnt smile or look at them too long as she again looks downwards at the ground.
Colden remains still, still bleeding some so its clear this just happen moments ago.
Blisa eeps and hides behind her bodyguard, peeking at the otter as she brings out her slingshot...but she keeps the movements to a minimum, and her blue cloak is pulled closed around her, so nobody would know she was doing anything suspicious. Ferdinand just raises an eyebrow, spreading his paws wide in a friendly gesture, which also opens his cloak and reveals his sabre. "This is our village. Why should we leave on the words of a stranger? Hmm? Maybe we're just trying to be friendly neighbors."
Nightfur smiles coldly, "I dislike friendly, but then long as you dont mess with me then you stay fine and dandy." He looks at the otter"Come..now, its not a request either we are leaving now as my unfinished bussiness iss now finished bussiness."
Starlight frowns more, she follows the fox slowly after a nod, she shivers slightly but manages to not shiver too much.
Ferdinand frowns and takes a step foreward. A few faint footsteps can be heard in the distance, but they are still a bit ways away. "Of course. Exthcept....I don't think that otter wantth to go with you. Why don't we athk her?" Blisa is ready to aim and fire a sharp rock at the fox, but she waits, keeping her weapon hidden for now.
Nightfur smiles a cold smile, "You have no say so" He starts to laught at the speech, "Whats with the voice...?"
Starlight looks at Blisa and the ferret, but says nothing, she looks at the fox sliently as if wanting to know what to do.
Hey, look, another fox! Darkwatcher walks in and stands behind the assembled beasts, casting a cold, calculating eye over them.
Blisa had been trying to be good. Really, truly trying. But the joke about Ferdinand's lisp has made her so mad, she literally snaps. As in, her paws pop out from under her cloak and quick as a wink, aims the very sharp, pointy rock at Nightfur's face and fires. The ferret bites his tongue so hard he tastes blood, struggling to not lose control.
Nightfur catches the movement and tries to move, the rock hits his jaw and he spits blood, he growls and both blades in paw goes to take a slice at the kitten, hmmms maybe she should quickly move!
Starlight whimpers and bolts, she hides in a thorn bush and starts shivering more, long lines of blood from the thorns are on her arms and legs and she dont seem to care as she makes small sobbing noises not wanting to see another best killed.
"THIS ENDS NOW!" Darkwatcher barks thunderously, drawing both his daggers and lunging forward to parry Nightfur's strike deftly. "Both of you drop the weapons. Especially you, fox," he ends in a growl.
Blisa is much, much faster than she seems, and easily ducks out of the way, dashing around the area and ending up hiding under the same bush as the otter. Ferdinand draws his sabre and holds the tip of it to Nightfurs' throat, then winces as the mercenary yells. Meh. He won't listen this time. The dead body of Colden the weasel is laying in the middle of the way.
Nightfur narrows his eyes, "Mind your own bussiness who ever you are." He says in a dangerous voice, he glares at the kitten as she escapes and just now notices the missing otter and takes a deep breath out of anger.
Starlight stays hidden, her cuts start to hurt as she frowns and rubs her arm a little, she shivers, from the cold and from the voice of Nightfur.
Darkwatcher glares at Nightfur, seeming to grow in stature as he summons up his cold rage. "Don't move. Or this blade goes in your heart. I've killed before and will kill again," he says, not needing to speak loud now, a low, menacing, cold voice sufficing. If Nightfur's wise, he'll back down.
Nightfur chuckles coldly, "My my..what a pest, I need a brat and then I shall leave" He says and he does stay still.
Starlight stays in the thorn bush as the cuts where the thorns are bleed a little, not life threating but they do hurt and she has some thorns in her fur now too.
Darkwatcher snarls softly. "Slaver, eh? You disgust me, you scumdog. You mangy, rotten, scummy toad," he growls, his mask muffling his voice, distorting it and making it even more ominous. "You'll get no _brats_ here in Ferravale. Now drop your weapon. Now."
Blisa goes to cover the otter's mouth, then smiles in a friendly way and holds a finger of her free paw to her lips, whispering so quietly the otter would barely be able to hear it, "I'm a friend, don't worry. I'll keep you safe." Ferdinand backs up a little, sabre still in paw, held at the ready, very much not at ease. He lets the mercenary do the talking.
Nightfur says, "So I am a slaver whom cares, is this NOT a vermin village, I have killed two, today in fact and there is a small otter that belongs to me and has for the past season and a half" He lowers the swords but doesn't drop them, "So back off"
"What if I say..." Darkwatcher leans close in to Nightfur's face, lowers his mask, and literally spits out, "No." His daggers are ready to strike, and his spit splatters Nightfur's face unless Nightfur can teleport.
Starlight whimpers faintly, she is afriad and that can't be helped, she coughs a little but the sound is muted some.
Nightfur growls as the spit is all over him, he goes to jab his elbow backwards at Darkwatcher it an attempt to knock him over or perhaps just get him to back off, no sharp part of a weapon is used.
Ferdinand scowls and mutters as he backs off considerably, "The Cheiftain killth thlaverth..." Blisa hugs the otter tightly, keeping her paw over the other Dibbun's mouth as they hide under the thorn bush.
Starlight does calm to the point she is not making a sound, but still shivers some, she tries to stop shivering as it could be noticed if one looked hard enough
He's been in the business for years, the blackfurred merc, and Darkwatcher spots the elbow coming and seizes Nightfur's arm in mid-blow, twisting it painfully in a direction it shouldn't be twisted about two-thirds of a turn.
Blisa watches with wide eyes, her paws shaking a little, too. Ferdinand watches, inching his way to try and get behing the slaver fox.
Nightfur yells out in pain as his arm is twisted, he drops the blade in that paw and tries to swing with his good paw, but he is a little off balance and has very poor aim right now.
Starlight frowns, she closes her eyes and sniffs a little.
Darkwatcher grins, blocking the blow and bringing his sharp knee up towards a sensitive part of Nightfur's anatomy, forcefully and brutally.
Ferdinand winces, then changes course and makes his way over to where the Dibbuns are hiding, acting like he has no idea where they are, when in reality he's known where they were for basically this whole time. Blisa gulps and watches, fascinated with the fight, yet appalled, not wanting to watch, yet unable to look away.
Nightfur groans weakly and falls onto his knees and then forward, it's clear that hurt and the other blade clanks to the ground beside him.
Starlight still has her eyes shut, she has stoped shivering and looks ready to just lay down herself, may not be good she stoped shivering maybe.
Darkwatcher growls, kicking Nightfur in the head with an unforgiving, hard combat boot, then kicking the blades aside,, surveying his handiwork with a faint smile, resting a dagger at Nightfur's throat. "Do ye yield?" he says harshly.
Nightfur yelps as he is kicked, he has a swirling headache now as he mutters weakly "I..s...surrender.."
A small white rat peaks around the edge of a nearby house, meaning to pass through the area without any mishap, but the commotion has caught his eyes.
Ferdinand relaxes some as he sees the slaver go down. Blisa sighs in relief -- she hadn't realized that she had been holding her breath -- and starts to crawl out from under the bush, murmuring to the otter encouragingly: "C'mon, it's alright now, he can't hurt you. My friends will help you. It's okay, come with me..." she continues to coax, hoping the otter believes her.
"Wise of you," Darkwatcher growls, pulling a tough cloth band from his belt and wrapping it around Nightfur's wrists, hauling him up to his feet by his collar, saying, "Get up, maggot. You gonna lay around all day? Get moving, you've got a lovely cold jail cell waiting for you in the village. Get moving, hup-two, hup-two..."
Starlight slowly comes out but stays close to the bush, she shivers a little again and coughs a couple times.
Nightfur gets up on his footpaws, he growls weakly as his paws are tied, "Not..gonna...get way this..."
The little white rat, Warwick, steps fully out from behind the building, judging it to be relatively safe now. He sees Blisa, whom he recognizes just slightly, and Starlight, and since they are roughly the same size as him, he starts to makes his way over.
Ferdinand pulls off his cloak and wraps it around the little otter, smiling softly, his sabre now in its sheath again. "It'th alright, you're thafe now." Blisa goes to hug the other Dibbun, then sees the third Dibbun and smiles a little at him. Who is he, again? Oh, yeah....no, wrong person. Hmm.....?
"Oh, I will," Darkwatcher says. "And if you want revenge, just remember what I do to those who even annoy me. Then think about how much more I would do to a true enemy."
Starlight still has yet to smile, she shivers a little less and takes a couple steps only to fall forwards, she seems to have passed out and its then you can see she is not in the best shape, and not from the thorn bush...she has healed and fresh cuts to her paws, and on her back seen with the thin dress, she also looks like she may be ill.
Nightfur growls softly, yeah he still hurts and he is weaponless and tied up, "I..will get revenge and my slave back and...kill you"
Warwick marches over to Blisa, stepping gingerly around the otter. He glances around before asking simply, "What happened?"
Ferdinand wraps the otter in his cloak and goes to carry her, gritting his teeth as he fights to not shiver. Blisa looks at the rat, then smiles a little more. "That mean fox over there killed the weasel who's laying in the middle of the square. He had this otter captive as his slave. Then Darkwatcher came and stopped him. Isn't it awful? Why'd he make her be his slave?"
"You can try," Darkwatcher snarls at Nightfur. "But you'll fail." Darkwatcher hauls Nightfur to the jail cells.
Nightfur is dragged to jail, secretly planning his revenge.
To the jail cell!
FV:Town Hall:Holding Cell
This is a simple strongly made cell for holding a captive. There is a good size bed and enough room to walk back and forth in if one wants to pace a tiny bit. No windows and only one way out and that leads to the chieftain office.
Exits: [Out]
After dropping the poor little otter off at the Cheiftain's home, Blisa and Ferdinand have come to visit the prisoner, hoping to get some light shed upon her past. They stand outside the door and look at him through the grate.
Nightfur is in the cell and narrows his eyes, "That..Merc will die, just like the other two beasts who crossed me did and I -WILL- have the brat back soon" His voice is cold and threatening.
Warwick has followed Blisa and her guard to the cell, figuring there's nothing better to be doing.
Ferdinand is having to steady Blisa, since she's so short she's having to stand on a stool. So, because of that, and because he doesn't want to get made fun of because of his lisp, he lets the kitten do the talking. She narrows her eyes and glares sullenly at the fox. "Says you. How did you get a hold of that little otter?"
Nightfur smiles coldly, "I stole her, took her away from two other otters, mom and dad...who cares" He chuckles evilly, "They crossed me so I took what was most important to them and she belongs to me, you will release me or your leader will release me or pay"
Warwick is sitting on the floor, listening. He frowns at the foxes cruelty, shuddering.
Blisa frowns and glares even harder. "I'm sure Scioto will think of a good punishment for you, mister...I hope it involves dismemberment. Freak." she hisses the last word venomously. And she had made absolutely sure to /not/ mention that the Cheiftain is also her Daddy.
Nightfur just laughs" Oh..I can probably best him in a fight, it will be fun, maybe he can be my next kill." He chuckles coldly.
Warwick blanches at the foxes words. This guy seems to be rather crazy, at least from the little rat's point of veiw.
Blisa feels sick, but she hides it by being a bit more vociferous in her opinions. "Whatever! Scioto is such a good warrior, and such a great leader, that not only could he defeat you, but if he had a small team, he could defeat the snake that's wandering around Mossflower!" Well, okay, she's not sure the snake is exactly real, but t sounds good.
The snake information is to much for Warwick to handle. He stands up and goes over to the ferret (Since Blisa seems to be quite busy with the questioning), tugging on his pants leg, "Is there really a snake out there?"
Ferdinand looks down and shrugs, then nods. "We heard tell from an eye-witneth, but we can't be thure. But don't worry -- you're thafe in Ferravale." Blisa huffs and slides down off the stool, arms crossed and a dark look on her face. "He's not paying me any heed any more. Freak." She mutters angrily, kicking at a pebble that had somehow made it's way into the building.
Warwick nods, reassured by the guard's words. He glances over at Blisa, and dares to put a paw on her shoulder, "It okie. He talk soon. Don't feed him." He nods seriously, then starts towards the door, saying over his shoulder, "I'ma hungry." And then he's out the door.
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