~Bard Oxbow-Otter, Infirmary Keeper of Redwall Abbey
~Arcturus Broadleaf-Fox, Wanderer of the Eastern Forest
"No man can defeat me." -The Witch King of Angmar, shortly before being defeated
I like trains!
(OOC: No Idea at this point. Just trying to apply and see what happens.)
BIC: Arcturus, now missing his broadsword (Which had fallen out of sight when the roof caved in) drew one of his stilettos from its scabbard. As he began to quickly retreat from the massive snake, he flung the thin knife directly at the reptile's underbelly, a little more than a meter or so below the monster's head.
Arcturus hit the floor hard around 10 feet away from Basilisk, and as some of the rubble cleared and the fox opened his eyes, he coughed up dust from the fall. Looking down, his evergreen tunic was beginning to bleed crimson, and glancing inside, he found out why. A thick oaken splinter had opened up a large gash on his side, and was now sicking out around his waist. Attempting to get an idea of who was in the room with him, the bounty hunter looked left and saw two beasts, unrecognizable in the dark, underneath a fruit cart around a yard away. Arcturus hastily moved over to the overturned cart, and when he arrived at the cart, he looked over at the two sihouettes and said in a somewhat pain-stricken voice "Evening. Name's Arcturus Broadleaf. I can assume the snake the roof just caved in on was attempting to kill or eat you?".
(OOC: I'm finally back. Thought I was going to be back yesterday but had to make a surprise 250 mile trip)
Arcturus heard the scream resonate throughout the building, but the battle cry wasn't the that of a fox or ferret. There must be someone else down there with the snake. the bounty hunter thought as he began to run on the second floor towards where the scream had come from. After a few tense seconds, Arcturus arrived directly above where the fighting was currently happening, and began looking for any small crack or hole in the sagging floor. Finding one, he peered through it at the scene below.
It seemed that the snake had just been assaulted by what looked like a large wooden splinter, carried by a hare. That explains the battle cry Arcturus thought as he began looking frantically for a staircase, as the snake looked like it was going to lunge again at its attacker. Spotting a passageway down, Arcturus began to run over to the staircase, but a loud groan coming from the ancient floor stopped him suddenly. Looking wide-eyed down at the rotted-out beams, Arcturus yelled out as they began to give way under him.
(OOC: Nothing too much.)
(OOC: Now that I'm thinking about it, Basilisk would've "seen" Arcturus outside because of his heat signature. He'd stand out like a supernova in the cold and downpour.)
Arcturus sprinted back around to the rear of the building just before snake slithered into the room. The arrival complicated things significantly for the bounty hunter. A snake this size must have a pretty big reward for its head somewhere in the area. If I can kill it, I could collect the money for both Rancell and this brute. Arcturus thought as he formulated his plan of action. As he arrived at a wall which had been crumpled by some monstrous force, creating a gap, Arcturus drew his broadsword and entered into the ancient church, wary of any other "guests" Saint Ninians was playing host to that night.
(OOC: Short post, I'll get more involved once Dale's fate has been decided upon.)
A short distance away, on the edge of the treeline that surrounded Saint Ninan's, Arcturus Broadleaf silently stood sentinel over the building, watching for any movement. For the past three days, he had been on the trail of a certain slaver named Rancell Vane, who had amassed a sizable bounty on his head by the crown of a small vermin kingdom in the south for crimes against its civilians, namely the kidnapping and enslavement of a few dozen villagers in an outlying part of the area.The bounty was so high it had driven the normally reclusive fox out of hiding because of his own bounty, namely for the murder of an aristocrat who had a sizable sum put on on his head by one of his political rivals.
But that was four years ago. Nowadays, he could walk into a tavern without other beasts recognizing him as hunted. Throughout his years in the Eastern Forest, Arcturus had honed his tracking skills, but they were not needed in this case. All signs pointed to the derelict building, crumbling on both the outside and inside. Rumors have been circulating that this decrepit building's played host to a number of scum over the years seeking shelter for the night or from the rain. Seems like this time's no exception. thought the fox as he began to move circuitously towards the abandoned church. The tracks showed that someone had already captured him, but no matter. It would be easy enough to kill the bounty hunter and take the unfortunate slaver to his inevitable demise.
As Arcturus inched towards a window on the church, after running up the hill towards through the tumultuous downpour, a lightening flash in the distance illuminated what appeared to be a long, serpentine silhouette sliding its way down an ornate set of stairs, around 15 feet from three shapes on the floor. Instantaneously the fox froze, terrified of what he had seen. He had only heard rumors about there being snakes in this area, but if it truly was what he thought it was, then whoever was in Saint Ninian's was about to get quite a bump in the night.
(OOC: Just putting him in the immediate vicinity when Basilisk attacks. Nothing too special about it.)
If Korvasius could have screamed, he would have. The hare was known to go off on complete tangents before at somewhat underserving officers or even conscripted men on his ship (Part of the cause for his reassignment) but reason eventually set in and instead of continuing his quarrel with the vixen, he simply brushed past her into the other crate, unwilling to continue their circular argument.
Inside, a small metal box contained what appeared to be a pair of lithium-quartzite fusion cell batteries, which were the type that powered his armor. After a quick snap, the power came back on and the entire box lit up with a dull maroon from his armor's glow-panels. Inside another crate he managed to find his broadsword, and as he slid it back into its holster it began to charge back up its deadly aura. After equipping a couple of more items, namely his jump-pack, goggles, and pistol-he stepped back out of the crate into the blinding afternoon sun, wary of what was going to happen next.
Leading the now POSH PARTY into battle, I emit a WITTY CALL TO BATTLE from my POSH AND RIGHTEOUS VOICE-BOX. I conjure an ARROW OF ABSTRACT REASONING AND RESULTANT INSANITY, OTHERWISE KNOWN AS AN ARROW OF VAN GOGH while devoting my attention towards a RELATIVELY POSH AND FASHIONABLE THROW RUG THAT MAY OR MAY NOT BE MADE OF THE FLOOR that the LARGE AND BURLY TYPE happens to be standing on, wondering if it will match my posh and righteous decor in my shabby condominium.
(OOC: So much posh…)