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George now trusts Thom.
George sits down on the bed. Looking at the rotting corpse of a mouse. He bet that she was killed simply because she was a member of the guard. He's seen this before. Hatred was terrible especially when taken too far. His fists involuntarily clench so much that it hurts. He closes the good eye and realizes that a quiet growl escapes his mouth. He begins to hum a nursery rhyme his mother used to sing to him when he was a pinkie. After some time, he begins to sing in a quiet voice. As he sings, he tries to let go of his anger. Slowly, he feels it leaving him, his breathing growing even, his fists unclenching.
"We have to find Rosalee", whispered George. His face hurt, and he couldn't see on his eye.
George raises his paw to his ijured face, feeling the numbness spreading through his body already. Vision in his eye grows dark and blurry and he closes it with some effort. Well he says, This bloody figures And collapses to the ground.
George, pressing the advantage takes out his two-handed sword ditching the shield and the one hander, deeming to do as much damage as possible, he gives a loud warcry and lunges at the snake, aiming a savage blow at the place that he hurt already in the previous attack.
Darnit, only two successes.
George jumps at the snake with renewed vigor and yelling "That's right lass! Just you go!" swinging his sword at the snake's unprotected underbelly and scoring a deep hit.
George rushes to Vivian's aid, grabbing her around the waist and digging his heels in, trying to contain the madly waving tail of an angry reptile.
While bracing his shield against the snake's body, knowing full well the futility of such act, George drives his sword at the snake, hard, using the tightening of its coils to amplify his thrusting power.
Ouch, only 2 successes.
George takes out a dagger from his belt and flings it at the snake, trying for it to miss it narrowly and draw it's attention from the mice below.
If I'm using a weapon bonus then Neat, so either 3 successes or 4 successes
George proceeds to flank the snake and starts rapping his sword on his shield yelling at the snake and then lunges forward at her, again veering off in the last possible instant.
George is seemingly attacking the snake, making it focus its attention on him and then veering off in the last moment so as to expose its weaknesses to Thom.
Good one lass! yells George and lunges forward waving his shield in the snake's face in order to make it rear and attempts to stab it in its weak underbelly.
What now? Round 2?
George charges the snake swinging his sword madly, so that the glint of the blade would definitely catch its eye, veering off at the last second and presenting his shield as an attractive target, hoping that the snake would turn towards him thus presenting its neck as a viable target for Thom.
Feint:
George whips out his sword and takes the shield off his back. I say we hurt it enough that it no longer cares about eating anything and runs away
Welp, anyone know anything about birds? Or things that kill birds? Asks George using his sword to push some briars away.
George frowns angrily and looks at the ceiling exasperated. He starts waving his head as in a 'no' gesture and then gives the other two mice a mournfull look. So many good mice dead because DUTY, because the guard comes first. Because we don't have enough bloody resources to have normal patrols, bloody hell All right. You're right, of course, the mission comes first. But before we go, tomorrow, I'm going to find the damn herbalist and get some salves and poultices for you. We're going to heal you on the way lass. Now, off to bed. He gives Thom a meaningful look. So you're a mapmaker right? I have this old map that could use some corrections. Care to stay a wee bit and help me with it?
We can either stay for a day or three, till you're better. Or one of us can stay with you and one of us can proceed to Pebblebrook to meet with our contact there and then wait for the remaining two says George slowly.
Our orders are to meet our contact inside Pebblebrook, and get informed on her assessment of the situation and the town's disposition towards the rest of the land and the Guard in particular. We're to send that report immediately back to the guard via this little fella.
All right. Are you sure you can make it across lass? If so, tie one end of the rope to the bridge, and I'm going to toss it across with this here grappling hook. That's both going to help you climb up that slope and reel the bridge in. Cut off pieces of it if you need it to repair the bridge
George leaned over and looked at the dangling bridge splashing around in the rushing waters. He spat straight down in the water. Thank providence I remembered to bring rope he thought while turning towards the rest.
Yes, yes, lass. No need to get excited about it.
We're going to a town called Pebblebrook. To see if we can glean anything about their attitude towards the Guard. I suggest we talk more once we're out of earshot, say when we make first camp?
George gives a curt nod. Mornin'. Are you ready to go?
George slings the jar over his shoulder, nods to the apiarist and goes to his room. He carefully, but quickly packs his things, buckles his weapons and shield and goes to meet Vivian all armed and ready. Here I am lass, now let's go meet this third mouse.
George accepts the vase, gingerly and looks inside as much as he can with the mesh.
George nods his head and. Evening, I am.
As long as we don't go outside the scent border, no, we don't have to worry too much, lass. If something comes after us, we can always hide. Owls though, I pray we don't run into an owl. Now go, pack, and worry not, you're with me.
George nods.
Well, the chances of meeting any also depend on the amount of time that has passed since the scent border was last repoured. How long was that exactly?
Will there be owls? Oh please just not owls he thinks trying to get a hold of himself.
George leans over the map and studies it for several quiet moments.
George twitched his whiskers, and looked around the room. Honestly, anyone who can fight and who can survive outside. You said it yourself, you don't have many mice to spare. So give me who you can, I'll make due. He turns towards Vivian. So, lass, you hear her, this will be dangerous. Are you feeling up for it?
George nods quickly and slips his head through the door.
Did I forget to write something down?
Rootin' tootin' and ready for shootin'
I'm here
So mine's good?
Ok,here goes. X. George always saves for winter. Coming from a long line of Harvesters, he knows that resources can go scarce, and that it is always better to eat something than nothing. XI. When confronted with a threat George knows can face on equal footing, he will always fight, as well as if the threat is more powerful but not overly so. If the threat is overpoweringly bigger, he will opt for the wise choice and run. Unless someone else depends on him stalling the threat and he'll gladly give his life to save another. XII. George fears owls something terrible. He was once snatched by an owl, but was rescued and saved by his compatriots. He has hefty respect for wolves as they are a great threat, but does not hold any irrational fear for them. He hates and fears weasels, because they are small enough to cause real problems for the Guard. XIII.
George is quite knowledgeable about cold weather, blizzards and freezing cold in particular. Since he's been patrol leader for a while now, he is also quite knowledgeable about duties and requirements expected of him. XIV.
XV. Compassionate - George always had a lot of compassion for the downtrodden, weak and unlucky, he always tried to help. He still does, to this day. XVII. Bitter - After years in patrols George has seen many a friend perish at the talons, teeth and accidents all the while seeing that the Guard was woefully under equipped and understaffed for the ventures that they were meant for. He's since grown bitter over those issues
Ah, I see. That confused me to be honest. Thanks, making changes.
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