[Killroy's]Eeek, those be rats. RATS!(Antar)

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[Killroy's]Eeek, those be rats. RATS!(Antar)

Postby Bob Barton on September 15th, 2011, 4:02 am

Bob watched while Antar struggled to get to his position. See? With his condition he should have let Bob be the one sneaking around. Bob kept his eye between Antar and the rat. Waiting to see which would go first. A flying arrow or a charging rat. Then suddenly in one of those times he turned between the two, he lost Antar! "Alright, so maybe he should be the one sneaking around" Bob thought to himself while he fixed his attention on the rat.

He waited not knowing what would happen while the rat did the same. Staring at him while he was flailing his sword. Suddenly Bob felt less safe even on the tree. He turned his back on the back for a moment and reached out his hand to another branch, putting his feet on the higher ones one by one trying to get as far as he could from the rat. But Bob was not good at climbing so he only got as high as his head would be if he stood at ground level. But that was good enough seeing the rat was a lot shorter than he was.

Then when he stood and turned back to look at the rat which was already charging. That accursed archer could not wait couldn't he? Bob could see the arrow sticking out of its back but that didn't slow the rat down much. He panicked yet again. He waved his arms to gesture the two attendants who he hoped has been following they planned earlier. "Go, go, go! Stab it, you are far enough! Quick, quick, quick!" he cried out worried.

The attendants who were waiting for his orders only made their move just as the rat was about to pass them. Stepping out from their hiding place with their giant pitchforks. Bob pointed out three fingers from his fists just like the pitchforks and started stabbing them at the middle. "Stab it, stab it! Stab it in the legs, the body, the tail. Anywhere as long as you can slow it down" or even stop it. Whether the attendants were listening to Bob or acting instinctively, at least they started stabbing their forks forward.

It slowed down a little bit, but Bob just hoped that it will stop and die. Somehow it pulled the attendants with it to the tree and started clawing at the air to get at Bob. Bob squealed, and raised his hands in the air in fear. Until one of the attendants shouted at him to hurry up. Then he realized. He can kill the mother rat and become the hero!

Bob drew his sword from his cane and raised it above his head. Giving him enough room to put as much strength as he could into the sword when it dives into ratty flesh. "Hold it still!" he shouted at the attendants and waited. Waited until the rat stopped moving too much. Then he leaped off the branch he was on on the ground right in front of the rat. He did not fight the force of landing, but brought his body with it. Bending himself to bring the sword closer to the rat until it pierced its head and killing it.

"Hey I am done now." Bob said waving his cane when he kept his sword. Then he walked over to the rat's nest. Trying to find out what made it want to stay there so badly when it should have just ran away.
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[Killroy's]Eeek, those be rats. RATS!(Antar)

Postby Antar on September 15th, 2011, 4:16 am

Antar had to admit, that was fun to watch. For a second he had held his breath as Bob struck the final blow to the rat, cracking it's skull and imbedding his can sword into the brain pan of the animal like a meat cleaver sticking into a cutting board. Crouching a bit painfully to slide off the back trunk of the tree, Noth slowly made his way arround towards the front, shuffling along till he came to a stop besides Bob who was staring at the burrow.

Clapping the man once on the shoulder , Noth took the time to mutter , "Nice one" before shambling towards the dead rat queen. Drawing his kukri he easily noticed its body wasn't as large as it seemed, but there sure was fur enough to make it seem poofy and flared out. Cutting into the dead animal he removed his arrow and whiped the grisly viscerae off on the rat pelt and placed it back in its quiver.

Sighing , he looked at the two attendants who seemed to be pleased with themselves before turning a ways back towards Bob with a calculating eye as he stared at the nest. "So what are you up to over there?"
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[Killroy's]Eeek, those be rats. RATS!(Antar)

Postby Bob Barton on September 15th, 2011, 7:20 am

Bob was looking around the whole place. This must be really the rat's nest. What he saw around were markings from the trees to the ground from rat teeth and claws which dug around. Those must be territoriality markings he told himself. Even if he only worked with the animals this season, their own odd behaviors got to him. Some bit the cages, scraping off bits and pieces. Others made markings all over. Some even smelled very bad. When Bob asked around Killroy's about the behavior he was told that he should leave them alone since the animals got very defensive there.

But the rat mother was dead so he should be safe. Bob continued on walking while looking around to see if there are anything else. It was full of remains of dead things the rats eaten. "Brrrrrrr" he shivered looking at all the disgusting mess. A little in front of the nest he heard a lot of chittering. Wild chittering noises. There were more? Bob quickly spun around and ran towards Antar and the rest of the group. "Alright, job well done lets go home!"

Hurrying along he quickly got to the rat. He needed an excuse for everyone to leave now. "Well boys, help me carry this shyke back to Killroy's. We are going to need proof we had to do all this dirty work today" Bob said while he headed to its rear and started pushing on it. Then he pointed at the two idling attendants. "What are you waiting for? You take the front legs. And you can take the back legs" looking at Antar he called out "And we will be taking the sides" rushing over to the left to join the others to carry it up.

"Quickly, before we attract another crazed animal..." or the other crazed animals in the nest. They didn't wait for Antar and begun carrying it along with whatever else they needed to. If he wanted to he will come to the other side to help them out. Otherwise they will be escaping this crazy place before they get attacked again.
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[Killroy's]Eeek, those be rats. RATS!(Antar)

Postby Antar on September 15th, 2011, 4:28 pm

As the rest left a little ways ahead of him dragging the corpse of queen rat back towards the stables, Noth smiled a cold smile as he turned his attention back to the nest in question. The tree roots that housed the burrow were wet from the rain and that gave Antar a bit of an idea to deal with all the little wriggling creatures within. Concentrating, he felt his djed began to well up, like liquid fire moving from the pit of his stomach to his hands as the Res began to weep from his pores.

Ever so slowly he formed a large ball of the substance above his palm, and mentally guided it as far as he could down, under, and then below the root system as he lit the exterior edge. Letting it burn slowly, Antar used it like a torch, smoldering the roots and the soil closest to it as it passed back and forth. The wetness of the wood, and soil kept it from truly coming alight as the rat barbecue began. Soon, the squeaks of tiny chittering mouths were silenced, and the scent of roasting rat came to his mind as the devilish beastly things smoldered and slowly charred. Finally when the res ball sputtered out with its fuel exhausted, Noth believed his task was done.

Marching back towards the stables and right past Bob and the other two men he made a beeline for the horse he'd brought in, with the helmet and throwing daggers he'd taken. Sure enough he had to chase away an attendant he caught in the act of eyeing the large chalk mark on the horse. Pesky attendants, couldn't a man make an honest miza off of keeping what he killed for?

Shooing him away he brought the horse and his prizes out as Bob returned to the stablery. Sure enough, Killroy was there grimacing like a dullard fool at the day's reckoning and a frown in noth's direction made him wonder how well things would bode. Gods above, if the man gave him more trouble , then he swore in the next couple seasons he'd find a blade in his heart. The bastard might even be courteous enough to realize his stock and kennel had been saved from the ravaging of rat's enough to note a smile... Petching Killroy.

As Bob and the two attendants threw the large rat corpse in front of the man Antar lead the horse he'd come here to sell up towards the man. Hoping for the best.

~Fin
Thanks for reading :)

oocAnd that's where this should end, if the grading mod wants to take over killroy for a bit of things or direct sale of horse or rewards, then that's the grader's perogative :)

Skills requests:

Bob Barton's Skill requests: :
Animal Husbandry.
Weapon (swordcane)
Weapon (whip)
Brawling- (stools are makeshift shields :3)
Negotiation
Intimidation/social type skills
Any others you see:
Lores: Anything you see.
Spoils Request:
two large rats for sale
Trophy items:
Severed Rat head and
Queen Rat corpse


Antar's Skill requests: :
Primary:
Weapon (Gladius)
Weapon (Kukri)
Reimancy
Stealth
Secondary:
Unarmed combat
Jumping
Tactics
Persuasion/intimidation
Any others you see.
Spoils:
1 horse from ambush
1 helmet(nasal) (good condition)
3 Throwing daggers from ambush

Note request- Any thing you want to do with killroy rewards/sales of the horse/ etc at the very end of the thread. please just do so with full manipulation of all pc's granted :).
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[Killroy's]Eeek, those be rats. RATS!(Antar)

Postby Cachet on September 27th, 2011, 1:32 pm

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Antar :
Antar
SKILLS
Weapon (Gladius): 3
Weapon (Kukri): 3
Reimancy: 3
Weapon(Longbow): 3
Stealth: 5
Unarmed combat: 3
Jumping: 2
Tactics: 3
Intimidation: 3
Rhetoric: 3
Hunting:3
Socialization: 3
Leadership:2

LORE
Rat Tactics (basic)
My Name is Anthony!


Items
1 horse from ambush: (light horse?)
1 helmet(nasal) (good condition): 27gm
3 Throwing daggers from ambush: 3gm

We will say you sold the horse for 45 gm, no need to do all the interactions.


Misc Notes:
In all a good interaction for Antar...I mean Anthony.



Bob :
Bob
SKILLS
Animal Husbandry: 3
Weapon (swordcane): 4
Weapon (whip): 3
Brawling: 4
Negotiation: 3
Intimidation: 2
Socialization: 3
Rhetoric:3
Hunting:3
Tactics: 3
Climbing: 2
leadership:2


LORE
Coaxing a Dog Out of a Cage
Rat Weakpoints (basic)
Using a Door as a Weapon

Items
Two Large Rats: Price unknown find a buyer

Trophy items
Severed Rat Head
Queen Rat Corpse

Misc Notes:
Bob nice cane hit!

Conclusion:
This was indeed unexpected but a hilarious and fun thread. Plenty of skill development here, as well as character development.

Anything seem out of place? Any questions please feel free to contact me ASAP.
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