Pirates of the Swamplands!
07-23-2016, 08:04 AM
ooc: thought it would be fun for the pups to play pretend or play a game or something, this can dissolve into whatever. Also my apologies, Dómari seems to be one of those dreaded morning people but he tried to wait this time.
On the other side of the swamplands lay the great kingdom of Sir Alarik in a gully full of lush green grasses and bountiful prey. Captain Isakov crouched at the border hidden amongst the thick grasses and vines, the heady scent of the bog helping to mask his own. It would be a simple enough thing to sneak about the border and collect a few trinkets but Captain Isakov had another goal this day. He wished to test the mettle of Sir Alarik and he hoped a truce with his brother, one of the pirate lords, would give him leverage in this fight.
Captain Isakov stood, there would be no sneaking around this day. He eyed his band of bilge rats before jerking his head forward, it was time to get on the move. Marching boldly, yet quietly, through the gully as the sun broke red on the horizon (it was actually breaking gold like it usually was but Dómari felt there needed to be a bit more dramatic flair) spilling it’s light across the ground like the blood the Captain hoped to drain from his enemies.
“Sir! We’ve been spotted!” Captain Isakov eyed the guards of the outer wall that charged toward them. “Mow them down!” he cried. “I’ve no interest in prisoners today! Hop to it ya scurvy dogs, time’s a wasting!” Fangs glistening like a blade in the morning light Isakov dove in, ripping through his enemies with ferocious grace and speed.
Dómari dove at the stick with a snarl, thrashing his head back and forth until it snapped as he made his way steadily back toward the densite. He’d woken early again and snuck off to go exploring. Not to far but just far enough he could make a little noise without the others yelling at him. With one stick defeated Dómari moved on to another, this time lifting on his hind legs to wrap his paws around the trunk of a sapling, fangs seizing one of the lower branches as he tugged and ripped it off. Satisfied with his work he eyed the suns progress before turning back to the den. He stood at the entrance, eyes narrowed. Everyone should be waking up by now.
They defeated the outerguard and moved toward the gate. Captain Isakov eyed the sun knowing that Sir Alarik would surely be waking now and would have been alerted by the ruckus in the courtyard. He moved to the front of his sweaty, smelly crew and stood before the kingdoms great gate. “Sir Alarik! Arise! It is the dread pirate Isakov and I would have words with thee!”
"Speech" "You"
On the other side of the swamplands lay the great kingdom of Sir Alarik in a gully full of lush green grasses and bountiful prey. Captain Isakov crouched at the border hidden amongst the thick grasses and vines, the heady scent of the bog helping to mask his own. It would be a simple enough thing to sneak about the border and collect a few trinkets but Captain Isakov had another goal this day. He wished to test the mettle of Sir Alarik and he hoped a truce with his brother, one of the pirate lords, would give him leverage in this fight.
Captain Isakov stood, there would be no sneaking around this day. He eyed his band of bilge rats before jerking his head forward, it was time to get on the move. Marching boldly, yet quietly, through the gully as the sun broke red on the horizon (it was actually breaking gold like it usually was but Dómari felt there needed to be a bit more dramatic flair) spilling it’s light across the ground like the blood the Captain hoped to drain from his enemies.
“Sir! We’ve been spotted!” Captain Isakov eyed the guards of the outer wall that charged toward them. “Mow them down!” he cried. “I’ve no interest in prisoners today! Hop to it ya scurvy dogs, time’s a wasting!” Fangs glistening like a blade in the morning light Isakov dove in, ripping through his enemies with ferocious grace and speed.
Dómari dove at the stick with a snarl, thrashing his head back and forth until it snapped as he made his way steadily back toward the densite. He’d woken early again and snuck off to go exploring. Not to far but just far enough he could make a little noise without the others yelling at him. With one stick defeated Dómari moved on to another, this time lifting on his hind legs to wrap his paws around the trunk of a sapling, fangs seizing one of the lower branches as he tugged and ripped it off. Satisfied with his work he eyed the suns progress before turning back to the den. He stood at the entrance, eyes narrowed. Everyone should be waking up by now.
They defeated the outerguard and moved toward the gate. Captain Isakov eyed the sun knowing that Sir Alarik would surely be waking now and would have been alerted by the ruckus in the courtyard. He moved to the front of his sweaty, smelly crew and stood before the kingdoms great gate. “Sir Alarik! Arise! It is the dread pirate Isakov and I would have words with thee!”
"Speech" "You"
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