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Two Wrongs - Ricter - 08-07-2018
The flora that dotted the clearing were just as lush and lively as it always is here in the Tangled Greens, from tall jungle tree’s that mixed in with forests, bushes, and other plants- to many other forms of organic light as well that dotted the area. In the middle of the clearing a meadow of white flowers thrived here for some reason, being plucked and picked up by someone who seemed to be taking them into a bag and then closing it once it seemed to be full of them.
Looking around, Ricter inspected the area, he had been sent here to collect a few herbs for the hospital. It would seem their resources were dropping now, and so he was to be sent out on long standing missions out into the Tangled Green’s to find and fetch items for them. Mostly to ensure that they had certain herbs for medical supplies, which he had no problems doing for his boss and for the well being of the people who lived in Ambrosia.
Looking down at the flowers, they were almost pure white along the petals, while the stem was a nice rose color, as well as the little stems that came off the middle of the flower. He’d watch as a small bee landed on it, cuddling and rolling along the pollen laced flower before flying away. Going off to make more flowers and possibly making it easier to find fields like this again in the future.
What he needed was actually the red stems, the petals made for a nice ointment but the stems held a potent drug that could be used as a temporary pain suppressor if mixed with the right ingredients. This would replace the medicine they needed normally and would allow them to better improve trade too and from Ambrosia if they made more of their own medicines and herbs.
Once his trance was broken though he looked over to someone sitting near one of the tree’s on the edge of the tree line. Relaxing there seemed to be a mouse or rat of some kind, he had an all white coloration to his fur, his nose was a pink color while his tail and inner ears had a gray coloration. The male seemed to be asleep, and even more so looked like they didn’t wish to get up as the weasel made his way over to them.
“Simon? I got everything, lets go.”
The rodent would perk up once his name was called, groaning as he looked over to the field and then back up to Ricter who looked back down to him. Slowly standing up and stretching, he was nearly at his height, standing at around 5’2” ft, fairly short but only around the average of a young pre-teen.
“Finally done? You took forever just to pick a couple flowers.”
“Its only been 10 minutes, your just not used to your body yet, probably why you get so tired all the time.”
The doctor informed as Simon frowned, giving a small glare as the previous gangster would dust off his jacket and shirt. Prior, Simon was the criminal boss behind a group of rats that terrorized many civilians, however as he was laying on his death bed Ricter gave him the choice of death or life under him, it was pretty obvious what he picked.
Now, he had a new body, probably made by Ricters own power. Not only this but is soul had been locked with in a gem that was now placed on the cross guard of the sword the weasel wielded, ensuring he would stick by him no matter what unless he wished to die, and given he was a secondary he resented the power that was now held over him.
“Why don't you just fix it? You told me you needed help on this damn fetching quest to get your clinic some weeds. If you really need my help I don't think handicapping me is the smart.”
Ricter raised a brow, mulling it over, at least he was wise enough to know that he purposely made his body less healthy in regards to how much he could do. His immune system was lower, making him feel tired after just small activities, in addition he was physically weaker in regards to just his strength over all.
“You did say you wanted a second chance Simon, so this is it. Besides you’ll be fine, as for the reason why I needed you along, there are certain plants around here that can cause massive defects too someone who walks along. So if I get entranced by one I’d need your help to break out of it, or a better excuse is I nneed an extra pair of eyes.”
Simon scowled at his example, “So you trust me enough for me to get you out of that kind of situation, but not enough to actually fight something. Next time don’t bother lying and just tell it too me strait.”
He seemed stand offish, which was understandable since Ricter was bad at lying, however he didn’t enjoy telling him the truth of just saying he didn’t trust the man yet, mostly because he hadn't warranted trust. Previously him and his sons had caused the destabilization of an entire town, while he was bed ridden and close to death he had ‘killed’ him and took his soul with the promise of giving him a second chance to maybe change his life for the better.
He offered him a new body to cure his illness that he couldn’t solve or fix, at least not at the time. So when it came to the present he was no longer trapped inside of the gemstone that was inside of his sword, instead though he was capable of summoning Simon in his now physical manifestation.
Of which he detailed every bit of himself and how he wished to look, something that took well over a couple hours given how vain the man was about appearances, however it was different from his original appearance. The fact that he was using his real name right now only showed that he knew they were alone, any other time he would address him by something else.
“Lets just go..”
Ricter responded back eventually as they began walking, the two were deep inside of the Tangled Greens, so far in that the tree’s were a different coloration all together. Plants were unique, from upside down tree’s, too simply bugs that resembled flowers that crawled away from them when the two got close.
Simon was walking in behind Ricter, looking up at the sword on his back, the broad sword was large and balanced to be both heavy but easy to swing depending on how you wielded it. It was inside of a leather sheath, nothing fancy, but had a few buckles to ensure anyone could carry what was inside once strapped to your back or side.
Not that he was planning on stealing it, that would only happen if he had enough gusto to attempt to fight Ricter over it. The main thing about the weapon though was the fact that it held a gem stone along the cross guard of the blade, this stone was where Simons soul was located, or at least would be pulled too once he was called to come back.
This could happen at any time, or by his understanding, after a few seconds of the weasel holding the overly large weapon that was nearly as long as his body. From their past meeting he understood what the stoat was capable of, he wasn’t too strong, but hie pelt was like trying to hit a wall.
Even worse was the fact that bullets just bounced off him sometimes, an annoying feature for when he planned on escaping this little hold he held over him right now. Surely he could pout about not being trusted, however he was right to do so, after all who in their right minds wouldn’t think about having freedom once again after someone willingly gave them a second chance at life after old age and sickness stunted their lively hood.
Being the boss of a mafia organization that held power for some long years before being taken down and forced to be like some pet to a kid? Yeah, no, that would be horrible for anyone's reputation, however luckily for him no one knew he was still alive. For all they knew he died in his home of a heart attack, at least that's what Ricter ensured of.
So this was his big break, however the only thing stopping him was the weasel who was currently clearing the path of a few vines, pushing them to the side with his paw. Looking up, Simon noticed the time of day, it was getting to mid afternoon, a time period he recognized after being above ground for a few days. Living underground for years had that effect on you.
“Hey, its getting dark, lets park it somewhere for now before we end up getting jumped in the middle of the night.” The rodent mentioned as Ricter stopped and looked back, both staring at one another for a few seconds before the weasel nodded.
“Yeah that sounds like a good plan, I’ll clear out an area for us to sleep and set up tents, wana make a fire and maybe get some food?”
The offer seemed sound and Simon seemed to give a thumbs up, his face neutral but he showed his support to the idea. “Sure”
After the two had figured out arrangements Ricter got strait to work, he would stop in a small section of flat ground, everywhere was lush with nature and uneven takes to hills and what not. Yet here it seemed mostly like the tree’s made for natural protective points given their large side. In addition the grass was short enough to not warrant cutting it ‘link style’.
So firstly he’d begin by up rooting and chopping away large plants that were in the way, they didn’t need too much room, maybe two or three meters of room to set up some living space and a fire to sleep near. In the mean time Simon was doing just that, grabbing sticks off branches and trying to get some fodder for a fire. Including some dry sticks and twigs to actually use for it..
Both Ricter and Simon carried no real items or even bags besides the one that contained all the herbs Ricter ust picked not too long ago. His plan was simply to make all the things they needed by this odd power that Omni gave him, the ability to just manifest things out of thin air with a bit of though. So after some moments of concentration he would form what seemed to be two tents, side by side with one another. While the other was a little larger for Ricter to keep himself inside.
The fire was lit not too soon after this was finished, starting small as the straw, grass, and plant matter burned and began to be kindled into a small pit of fire that hopefully wouldn’t be put out too soon.
Looking over to Ricters handy work, the rodent remarked on how well ‘made’ the tents were. The tents made for a nice shelter from the cold and possible rain that would come down on them later on in the night. “Nice work, I wish I could just summon things out of thin air. Wait- why the hell couldn’t you just make those flowers just appear out of no where if you have the power to make anything.”
Ricter has explained this to someone else before but was happy to say it again, “Making copies of things don’t replicate the effects or powers of it unless I know what it dose and its genetic make up. Or can replicate the powers somehow myself. Even then me making it wouldn’t really do much but make a deluded fake copy.”
His explanation seemed sound, but given Simon was a secondary he didn’t understand the mechanics of crafting things out of thing air, if anything he was just happy to know the basics of how it worked. However he was also envious, he wanted that kind of power, wanting nothing more than to make and create things that could change the very world around him.
So much power, if he had it in his hands he could very well become as powerful as those Primes who were so notorious no one dared to challenge them or they faced what ever wrath they could bring down on them. However for now he dealt with the hand he was given, but that wouldn’t stop him from trying to maybe pick up a few extra cards from his front sleeve in this ‘game’ they were now playing.
“Sounds complicated, well anyways the fires done. You coming with me to go hunting for food or were you just going to ‘think up’ some burgers for us?” Simon questioned.
“Uh Maybe we can hunt something, taste doesn't improve just because I remember what it is.”
Plus he didn’t want to exhaust himself by making food also, he needed to stay up a bit as well, after all they had to take shifts. Not that fighting would be any more exhausting, however the next question Simon gave would make things a bit more interesting dynamic wise.
“Gona give me a weapon then? I can’t very well hit a deer with my fist.”
“Sure, what did you want?”
Simon smirked, “Just a pistol.”
Ricter knew he wasn’t the swordsman type of person, and besides guns were more effective, faster, and better at almost every range. But giving him an automatic weapon felt like a terrible idea. Especially with what he could do with it. Though he was a little cocky, surely he couldn’t hurt him, even with a fully automatic weapon.
So he’d give it to him, thinking for just a minute or so he formed what looked like a M9 pistol, it was as close as someone could get to replicating how it looked with out being someone who could use it or better yet someone who even wants to use it. Handing it to Simon the rodent would inspect it.
He would take it apart, place it back together, then inspect the clip, “Good job, for someone that sucks ass at shooting a gun its nearly perfect.” Pocketing it, he placed it against the waist band of his back, getting up in the mean time as the weasel was already standing now.
“Alright, we just need something small, berries work too. We don't have too long to go back to Ambrosia but we just need enough food to make it there.” The weasel instructed as Simon seemed more chipper, probably because he finally had something to defend himself.
Especially after the fact that on coming here they had been harassed by multiple animals that wanted to nibble on the two of them. Either way he smirked, “Sure, but I think I like meat much more, lets go hunt something big.”
Ricter sighed at his recommendation, shaking his head as he looked around, with where they were it was best to find small animals or fruits, part of him wished he could go for something big but he wasn’t that hungry, nor was he interested in wasting food.
“Lets just look for food, we can split up if you want.” The stoat advised.
“Sounds good to me, be back when I find something.”
Ricter had enough trust for him to go off on his own, again if he wanted to run away he could just bring him back, however he still felt wary of what he was thinking of doing now. “Well then, see you in a bit then.” Ricter made his way off first, glancing back to Simon as the mouse just waved to him as he left.
Now that he was alone he would look around the camp, examining the tents, searching each one for anything but finding nothing of real use or helpfulness. Since Ricter carried everything all he had on his person was his sword and his side bag with the flowers, or he thought he did, not until he looked into the weasels tent did he find that same bag laying there.
“He left it here? Hm, guess that's smart, don't want it to get messed up or damaged.” Though not smart to leave it here with him, still why even bother to grab it? He could destroy the flowers, though the weasel would obviously find out and either just return him into the gem, or better yet beat the tar out the mouse and force them to go back to the flower field to pick more.
But he had a plan in mind, one that would get him out of this silly situation and also gain his own freedom to ditch the weasel and never have to bother with him again. His plan was to get some monster to maybe come by and ransack the place, he would hide and wait for Ricter to kill it before coming back surprised. If he wasted enough of the weasels energy he would be easier to steal from when they actually went to sleep.
Plus all he needed was Ricters sword and he could make his way off, especially now that he had a few bullets to his name, maybe Simon would even get as far as the gate. If he could make it past all the hazards that dotted this universe alone.
RE: Two Wrongs - Ricter - 08-07-2018
Grabbing the lace around the bag he would strap it to himself and wait a bit longer, hoping the stoat wouldn't come back so soon but it looked like he was too busy picking berries and foraging for food.
He would make his way towards the swamp lands in which they passed not too long ago, but they had to do so slowly and silently. It was near a location that had some pretty terrible monsters around. They didn’t see any but the rodent knew that if he lost his precious bag of flowers he’d come back and wish to get it. Or at the very least cause some mischief on his part if he choose to just toss it in the water or something.
At least from anyone elses point of view, for him though, he knew something that could help in that. After traveling for a good few minutes the edge of the swamp was coming up, and as he looked into the moors of the land that was both half encompassed by water and half over grown with tall tree’s that made for canopies above him, he didn’t see anything of note right away.
It was quiet and the sun was still falling, with late afternoon rolling in it was starting to become harder and harder to see where he was as well as what he was doing too. Simon waited, watching and looking around till finally he found something he was looking for, from the forest he would notice some kind of lizard like monster walking over to the swamps water and drinking from it.
It was a raptor, but not just one but a small pack of them. Given how the Tangled Green’s operated dinosaurs were pretty common, yet something that was too be avoided depending on what the creature was over all. Raptors were just as dangerous to play with when they were in a pack.
Not that this bothered Simon, he was more or less immortal thanks to Ricters little gem stone, something he appreciated most of all as the gem acted like a litch’s phylactery. Which normally was very high level, if this were a game, in a world where you can hop between realms and create anything you like, it was fairly common to some degree.
Walking out slowly he grabbed at a rock and would try to gain the attention of them by chucking it at the water near the pack of raptors. The rock would arch and splash into the water as the mouse waved his arms around, screaming, “Hey! Come get some you ass holes!” He said as one screeched, running over before the others would follow the leader. There was a pack of around four of them, hard to out run and even harder to deal with.
But as he aimed he would shoot two shots, aiming at one of the raptors and nailing a shot in the chest while the other missed, grazing by a tree near by. The Raptor felt it but didn’t go down completely, instead getting up soon after that as Simon began to back peddle and then break into a running sprint, heading back to camp.
The raptors gave chase, not slowing down nor giving him much time to turn and shoot, the foliage and uneven ground only helped to hinder Simons movements as he turned and fired three shots, almost all missed their targets and he was left to his running once more.
They gained speed and got closer with each second, quickly gaining on them but he didn’t slow down much either, “Fuck, alright I should be close to it now.” He remarked as the camp was only around a hundred or so feet away. But before he could even make it there something came out of the bushes on his left hand side, it wasn't too large, human sized and seemed to come out right in front of him.
“Ricter? What the fuck!” Simon complained as the doctor heard the gun shots and made his way into that direction. For good reason too as he already had his sword out.
“Really? Your complaining? I’m here to help you, and why the hell would you try to startle Raptors for!?”
He would get no answer to that, Simons plan was nearly done if they had managed to get to the camp, he could have it destroyed and just say that they got raided or what ever, forcing the weasel to move and spend more energy to do more mundane activities. It needed to be real and or believable, and while he slept, he could make his way off with the mustelids sword and escape into the night.
But as he panted and caught his breath he only growled as the raptors made it to them, one jumping at Simon who fired a shot which barely grazed over its scales but was close-lined by Ricters blade. Slicing off its head almost immediately and causing it to fall to the ground on top of Simons foot.
Causing him to jump back but try to calm down his breathing, aiming around him as the raptors screeched and began surrounding the two. Ricter was at least trained at fighting people from a standing position with out much movement, however Simon was panicking a bit. Mostly since he he never fought creatures like these before, they seemed easy to take at first but were fast as fuck.
Firing a couple more shots at them he began to spray and pray, nailing one a few times but just barely hurting it enough for it to begin limping as he growled. “That's right you fucking bitch! Get the hell back!” He yelled.
Mean while Ricter waited for the other two to jump on him, which one did while the other jumped right after, however he simply used the face of his blade to swat one back from him and the other he stabbed with the edge of his sword along the side of their chest before kicking it away as well.
“Simon! Be quite, its dark, you can attract more with your gun fire and yelling-”
It fell on deaf ears, the rodent was too focused on murdering them which he continued to fire down on the wounded and dying raptor. Killing it eventually with a few random shots hitting vital organs. Mean while as he was slightly distracted one of the raptors rammed into his side, knocking him to the ground, Simon would grunt and soon try firing his gun but he’d find no bullets to shoot at all.
“Crap! I’m out of bullets!” He yelled as the raptors teeth would sink down into his forearm, the only thing blocking it from attacking his face as he yelled in pain, this had turned south fairly quickly. At least for what Simon was planning to be something simple, but maybe heeding the weasels advice about the monsters and creatures around here was better for his over all well being.
But the bite wouldn't last for very long before Ricters sword would plunge strait into the dinosaur, chopping strait against its back before giving it another stab and tossing them of once its movement had stopped. The last one had been taken care of, laying dead on the ground near by, but as he reached a paw out to Simon to pick him up, Simon scoffed and got up on his own. Flinching and going through the pain of bending his arm to do so since it was still bleeding and in pain.
“Seems like he got you good.”
“S-shut up, just heal me already!” He complained as Ricter shook his head.
Rearing his sword back he soon would stab Simons arm, slowly mending the dagger like wounds in his arm and also helping to make sure that he would be okay. It lasted for little over ten seconds before his arm was completely rejuvenated, but during that time Simon stared at the ruby that was on the front of the cross guard. It was so close. All he needed to do was pull it from the socket and run off.
However how could he survive out here? He didn’t know much about the location at all, too much foliage and not many land marks at all either. It was annoying that he had so many holes poked into his plan but even though he failed he wouldn’t give up, he would gain freedom no matter what the cost.
“Thanks.” Simon said after pulling back his arm, the fur having grown back over the wounds that were previously there, no pain, no nothing, like he hadn’t just lost half a pint of blood from those sharp teeth.
“No problem.” Ricter would re-sheath his sword now. Still getting the vibe that Simon was just an ungrateful piece of shit, but that was normal and had been normal ever since he had ensnared him into the ruby.
Around them were four dead raptors and plenty of food to eat now, but they wouldn’t be able to eat all of this in one night, hopefully all that noise didn’t attract something horrible their way, but for now the only thing Ricter cared about was food and resting.
“Alright, help me carry one of these guys, might as well cook it up for the night.”
“Fine” Simon pouted as he said this, grabbing one of them by the legs while Ricter would grab it by its arms, lifting it up into the air and walking back to camp which wasn’t too far off now.
Cutting into he large lizard and dicing up sections eventually the sizzling of meat would become loud around the camp fire. Simon had sat under the tree near by and watched as Ricter helped cook the food, at the same time Simon simply passed him chunks of meat from the pile to be cooked as well. At most they could barely even eat 25% of it, much less the entire thing.
“Making jerky out of the rest?” The Rodent asked.
“Yeah, might as well put most of its body to use, plus I’m sure we’ll be hungry in the morning.”
“Good thinking, though what are we going to do with the body? I’d rather not have flies on my face in the morning either.”
Ricter would point back from the path he headed from, basically towards the swamp, “We can move it away from us, maybe towards the swamp, though I doubt we should be moving much that far right now. We can deal with it later.”
He had the idea that if they moved it as far away from them as possible they would be there for something else to eat later on. Unfortunately he couldn’t just burn the bodies, he had nothing that could do that on hand right now.
“What the hell were those things anyways?” Simon mentioned as Ricter was surprised he didn’t know what animals he provoked.
“Uh raptors, sharp teeth, hunt in packs, and typically don't attack randomly unless provoked. I’m surprised you don't know what they are.”
“I’ve rarely been up here, I’ve lived most my life underground, last thing I’d be interested in are scaled monsters that want to rip me apart.”
Thinking about it that was a good point to make, but maybe next time he should read up on these kinds of things, or else he end up like the raptor they were currently about to eat right now. Taking a stick off the fire on the end was a chunk of cooked meat, he’d pass it to Simon who would sniff then bite into it.
His eyes flared as he began scarfing it down, he hadn’t eaten anything after being given a body up until now and he was beginning to understand why he enjoyed food so much. It was delicious and he loved every bit of it, even if it was only lightly seasoned.
“Whoa, slow down, your going to bite the stick if you woof it down like that.”
But Simon didn’t listen, only munching into it till eventually the meat was gone and he sighed, drinking some water they had collected on the way here. “I missed how much food tasted, ugh. Now I’m super hungry.”
“Well luckily for you we have plenty, if you want more cook it yourself.”
The mustelid didn’t have to tell him twice, instead he’d grab another piece of meat and begin grilling it over the fire for a bit. Completely forgetting about his plan now, after all it seemed mute given how he wouldn’t be able to escape very far in the night if those things were out there. Plus he was out of bullets, which he’d ask for more later on, for now food was the most important thing to focus on.
Eating only lasted around ten or so minutes after that before both of them began to get full, they had eaten a good amount of the raptor, and turned most into jerky for later. Storing it in a bag near by, that way if it were take or raided by some small animal then they would be more or less safe.
As for the body it was dumped not too far off down near the other bodies, Ricter and Simon had no interest in walking all the way back down to the swamp, just to be rid of them. So this was as good a place as any for the time being. Once they had cleaned up and were well fed Ricter would go into his tent, “Good night.”
“Night” Simon remarked casually as he crawled into his half of the tent.
RE: Two Wrongs - Ricter - 08-07-2018
Thanks to his full belly, the little fight they had, and traveling all day, both of them passed out rather quickly, not wishing to stay up for very long at all. Yet, Simon did contemplate what to do now. Should he keep trying to attempt getting at the sword the stoat wielded? Or should he just go along with him, maybe earn his trust.
However it conflicted with his personal feelings, he didn’t wish to be some pet, nor did he feel like he was in charge of his own fate while being under control from someone else. It was hard to say what he could do when given so little options, and part of him wondered if this was his second chance or if it was just his punishment.
He didn’t want to die, and in this case he would never die, it was just the fact that he didn’t expect it to go like this, and even now he was thinking about power, control. Things he had done in his previous life to gain success and all those thing, but it all ended in his organization, his family, being dismantled and taken down one by one.
With those thoughts in mind he would begin sleeping, his ideas and thoughts going foggy and dark as his body began to feel the sensation of tiredness once more. Eventually both of them were now asleep, and the fire’s light would finally burn out due to the light drizzle that would come down over the tents and tree’s above.
As the morning began to roll in the rain slowly stopped, no longer drizzling down over the Tangled Greens as it normally has done for weeks on end. The sun was creeping up over the edge of the forest line and eventually Simon began to wake up. But not by the light that slightly peered through his tent, no instead he heard noises of rapid movement.
Shuffling and clangs of metal that vibrated off hard surfaces, it was an odd noise, but reminded him of shows he’s watched on TV. However he was just hearing it, till eventually he began to get up after his name was called, loud and in a tone that was a lot less casual for it being the morning time.
“What the hell...its early as fuck, what are-”
He peered outside of his tent only to see that a fight was happening, around him a number of large green creatures, humanoid in nature, and much bigger than himself, were currently fighting the weasel while also carrying things. One seemed to have what looked like his bag, while another had the meat they had saved up for breakfast.
They were being raided by orcs! With little to no idea of how many were around or if he were going to be able to do anything he scrambled out of his tent and got up. Right away he could see around seven of them, most grabbing items or picking up things off the ground while others held clubs, bows, and bladed weapons.
Two seemed to be going up against Ricter who seemed a little banged up, the weasel wasn’t bleeding but his clothes were a tad tattered and by the looks of it he downed two large orcs already. “Come on! I’ll kill you all!” The weasel declared, a very drastic change in how he normally responded to fights, but he hated being ambushed, and especially hated people who stole things from him after working so hard to get.
One of the orcs would rush forward, swinging his club in and over head arch, however Ricter moved in and blocked using the face of his blade. Placing his own sword flat against his other paw and raising it above his head, leaving the orc open as well as himself but Ricter had the idea to kick the orc in the junk. Causing them to gasp deeply, nearly toppling them just from the hit alone.
But from behind he was knocked over by a strong hit by what seemed like a much larger and decorated orc. She had a lofty hair cut, hair that would spill down to her shoulders, and body armor protecting most of her chest. The female seemed to be welding what looked like a large hammer that had slammed the weasel into a tree near by and even past it into the woods not too far off.
They were tall and very foreboding, a bit bigger than most of the orcs that were around them while also being one of the strongest given that hit sent him pretty far away. Though obviously she had plenty of time to wind it up given how her war band were great distractions for the stoat to focus on.
“Such a pest, a strong one, but still just a pest.” The leader spoke, gruff in tone but also definitive as well, even Simon could hear it from yards away as he reached for his pistol and pulled it out, aiming it at the orc but the resounding ‘click’ could be heard by them all.
“Shit, I forgot to get more bullets.” He said to himself but obviously everyone else knew what he was thinking at this moment in time.
Drawing a laugh from the orc’s near by, Ricter was long gone, that hit he took seemed to send him so deep in the forest that he could barely see him. At around a dozen or so meters. Not only that but it was enough to make that sword of his fall out of his paws, which alerted Simon to run out and grab it, well not before the leader placed a solid foot on it and stopped him from picking it up.
“Ah are you the other ones mate? How cute, trying to ensure his sword is taken care of.” The orc mocked.
“What do you want anyways? Coming in here taking all our shit, we don't got anything!” Simon retorted by the orc shook her head.
Reaching down and taking the broad sword, “I noticed, some meat, a few dead carcasses, and a bag full of flowers. But this sword, might not look like much but it will fetch a pretty penny in a market or two.” The Orc grinned, drawing a reaction from the rodent who would try and throw a punch his way but his arm would be grabbed.
Her grip was strong, and even more so as she squeezed he felt the woman crushing even the bones in his forearm as he screamed and thrashed, trying to get her to release his arm and even dropping the pistol he had. Eventually though she dropped him on the ground, kicking him in the chest as he tumbled a few feet and looked to her war band of raiders.
“Alright lets get going, grab what you can, we need to head back to camp.” The leader stated, the other orcs in the area began to scoop up everything they could. The tents, the meat, everything, eventually leaving the site barren, the only thing they didn’t take was the ashes from the camp fire.
Choking and coughing on the ground as the war band began leaving, Simon passed out from lack of air, the large green orc had knocked the wind out of him and no sooner was completely asleep on the ground as darkness encompassed his mind.
Minutes later he would reawaken to the same sound of someone calling his name but instead their was no clamoring, instead it was just a concerned voice calling out his name repeatedly.
“Simon! Simon, wake up!”
Eventually causing him to stir in his restless state and begin to get up slowly, however he flinched as his arm still hurt, imprints of how roughly he was handled were indicated on his fur, matted down by the grip from the orc as he looked up to Ricter who seemed to be modestly okay.
Except for the fact that he was holding his chest, probably from taking such a hard hit directly, still something like that probably could have killed Simon, mean while the weasel seemed just a little bruised.
“Simon, wheres my sword, where’s Lanor..” He questioned him, obviously he had looked around the area given the panicked look in his eyes. However Simon gave very little response, instead he only stated, “I don’t know, I got knocked out.”
But it was easily to tell that it was stolen given what the leader said before he left, however he realized something, if they took the sword then they also took the gem that was embedded inside of it, meaning if it got damaged, he’d be back to being dead.
“They took everything, the meat, your flowers, even your sword.” Simon cleared up in saying, which both stunned and enraged the stoat. This was a rare emotion for him, but it wasn’t too hard to piss him off when it came to his own items being taken or things of that nature.
“Which way did they go? Do you know how many more were there? Did you hear where they could be heading?” All these questions were thrown at Simon who was slowly trying to get up with Ricters help but he pushed him away, not wishing to take the help given.
“They said something about a camp, their own camp, I think they are dropping off the stuff they stole and making their way strait there. That’s all I heard before I passed out on the ground.”
The explanation made him wonder if they should follow or not, a camp of those things sounded like a death wish, but Ricter was already looking around, inspecting tracks as he planned on following them. “Wait, you don't plan on going after a sword and a bag of flowers I hope.” Simon stated, not forgetting that his gem was in it so he could very well die but there was little chance they would break it.
Still, “Duh I’m going after it, not only is that sword important too me but your soul gem is in it, if they tried to destroy it your as good as dead, forever.” Ricter remarked which actually sparked an emotional reaction in Simon.
The mouse’s eyes opened up wide for a second, he cared about his well being? That was new, and very much off putting for a person who only knew crime and intimidation as the main forms of taking control and interacting with other people around him.
On hearing this he felt a bit bad for all that had happened, his brown eyes dropping down to the floor before he silently looked back up to him. He would stew over the guilt in his own way, for now he felt that the right choice was to find that sword of his and ensure they did so before something happened too it.
“Alright count me in then, so find out where they ran off too?” Ricter asked as the weasel was currently inspecting tracks in the mud, luckily thanks to all the water the soil was nice and soft, allowing for foot prints to be formed in the ground. Now he wasn’t the best at tracking people, nor was he good at finding his way, but he would point in two directions.
“One direction leads back to the swamp, or at least that's where they came from, and the other go’s in the same direction. My guess is they were doing their rounds and happened to find those raptors we killed, after that finding us was easy, so they set up an ambush.”
It was easy to deduce this, but Ricter was now more interested in trying to look for his blade, after all it was unique and nothing could really replace it, surely he could remark it in some kind of way but he felt like he had to get it back now thanks to the responsibility of getting at least the gem back.
Plus he couldn't allow the orcs to have such a weapon, if they managed to figure out what it did they could very well harass with out limit or need to slow down their raids on other people. At the same time he had to ensure they would never do this sort of thing to anyone else ever again, after all a hit like that could have killed him if not for his durable body.
But before he would head out he would pull put his phone and send a text message to Dr. Sorrel, his boss, detailing what happened and that he would be back a little while longer than expected. As it typically went this way when things got a lot more complicated than normal.
Luckily the clinic isn’t understaffed, if anything he was happy that it was up and operational still and that the herbs he were currently grabbing didn’t really amount too much but helping to cue a few illnesses that were rare around these parts. But it was always nice to cover your basis and ensure if it ever came up you have the resources on hand to correct it.
Not getting a message back for a while he would simply pocket his phone and begin walking, but Simon interjected as Ricter seemed almost hell bent on going after that weapon now. “Your going to just charge head first with out even a weapon? At the very least make something to replace it for the time being.”
Which made the weasel fluster as he didn’t realize he was getting a bit clouded by his rage for having his things stolen like this. “Yeah, so I’m guessing you want more bullets for your pistol.”
“And maybe a rifle, if your feeling generous.”
“Hm.” The stoat mulled it over.
Why? Because secretly there was something he couldn't do now, not that he would display it but it was important. Still, he manifested the two weapons for him and enough ammo to last him this entire little trip he would make himself a sword. Nothing overly crazy, just a simple replica of what his other weapon looked like.
While Simon began to look over the two weapons he rubbed his hands together, picking them up and clearing the rifle, doing so once or twice before loading it as he snickered. “Now this is what I’m talking about, maybe not as great as the weapons my son used to peddle but very nice.”
Pointing his rifle at the tree line he smirked, he couldn't wait to go about using it, while Ricter simply sheathed his sword into the empty leather that held his previous weapon. “Alright time to go, don't want to lose their trail before it rains again.” With a nod from Simon they would get rolling.
“Game plan?” The Rodent chimed.
“Don't know, best case scenario is we run in and just kill them all.”
“Really? I didn’t think you were the type to just bull rush your way through everything.”
Simon took a moment to think for a second, the rat was older in a manner of running a criminal empire for some few years. However when it came to fighting, he was used to having groups of guys to work as fire teams, or better yet using his reputation to get the job done himself if he needed that intimidation factor.
But here? None of that, all he had was Ricter and himself, not only that but instead of having to combat rats and bugs around his size, he had to deal with over grown lizards and orcs that could punt him half way across the Green’s with one swing.
It was dangerous, going after orcs who could basically kick their asses, or better yet kill them, and this was the first time Simon has had to deal with such enemies before. But looking at Ricter he seemed confident, strong, a new contrast from how he normally looked which was innocent and almost whimsical in a way.
“I plan only a small amount sometimes, but when it comes to there guys I gauge how much damage my opponent can do. After that I either stick to a rush down tactic, given I can heal myself of any cuts or damage I take. Or I allow them to try and exhaust themselves against me, using powers and abilities that would take from their stamina.”
Ricter explained, but he wouldn’t stop at that, if they were going to be going into a combat situation he might as well tell him more. “I rarely fight, or at least try too but seems like this universe is all about this sort of thing. Luckily Lanor seems to have increased my over all durability, making me tougher, not stronger though.”
Simon perked up. “So your magic sword thing just makes you more durable.”
“Yeah, the mix of herbs and different kinds of healing remedies that its enchanted with are originated form my own magical power. Its always tied to me. It makes me stay healthy, even before I cam here I lived for well over a hundred years with out any age related back lash.”
“Sounds like little changed then coming here, so what happens if your with out it for a while?”
Ricters eyes narrowed, he knew what the answer was to this question but he gave his answer to him still, “Nothing, yet its better that we get it back anyways, for your well being and do they can't try to abuse it some how.”
His response made Simon quirk a brow, he was a bad liar, but he went along with it, smirking as he walked along behind him. “Sure.”
RE: Two Wrongs - Ricter - 08-07-2018
The two were not too far away from the swamps, the tracks would lead towards them however begin to vanish away from view as they walked along the side of the calm waters. It was hard to see bellow the murky waves, nor did either want to try and guess what was under them right now so instead of doing what they did before to pass by the swamp they would find small islands to move along.
“Cant we just go around? Like before?” The rodent prodded.
“The tracks stopped around here, we can't just not go through the swamp. For someone that wants to not die you sure do complain a lot.”
“Oh I’m not worried about that, I’m just scared of some big ass monster coming out of the water to get us.”
A worry that Ricter tried not to talk about himself but he would shake his head, trying to remain positive and scanning the waters as they came to the edge of a small island in the swamp and jumped to the next one. But they were running out of space and soon the water was going to have to be tread to get to the next one.
“Simon?”
“Yeah whats up?”
“Do you feel bad about what happened to your sons? I know it must be kinda odd that your working with someone who more or less got them banished.”
A glare was made towards Ricter at his mention of this, Simon was indeed enraged by this, although they weren't his blood relatives but he loved them like they were his sons. However they were just as horrible as he was in his youth, surely he’s grown over the years before his ‘demise’ but now that his life was centered on Ricter and his own personal goals he had to hide his own feelings as well.
“They were problem children, too busy screwing hookers and living in luxury to tell they were ripe for being taken down. So long as I’m not joining them in the underverse, I’m happy.”
Even Ricter could tell he had some animosity towards him, which was one of the reasons why trust was going to be a rocky thing between the two of them. But he seemed to believe it, at least for the time being as they stopped and came to an area where they would likely need to swim now.
“Hope you packed some swimming trunks.” The weasel mentioned as the rodent groaned.
Lifting his weapons above his head to make sure they didn’t get wet or anything, but Simon waited, probably to let Ricter go first given he was the one who could probably take being eaten alive and some how get out of it.
Stepping out first, Ricter shivered as he walked into the water, going towards the next island but shivering form the sensation of muck going into his pants, shirt and everywhere else it didn’t belong. Simon followed right after, trailing behind him as they walked along, the bottom of the swamp wasn’t too fa down, only coming up to their chests, so around four feet deep or so.
Surely that could change for certain other area’s in the swamp, but it seemed to be smooth, their movements were intentionally slow just so it didn’t seem like they were going too fast to attract anything that could be swimming bellow. Even Simon would stay silent as he went along, not wishing to be attacked by anything.
Every step gained a reaction from Ricter as well as Simon, from either paranoid looks and gestures, too one of them stopping suddenly, thinking they felt something bellow. Over all nothing seemed to be too alarming for either of the two, allowing them to tread through the water to the other side with out much trouble at all.
Exiting the water the stoat rang out his shirt and pants, sighing as his heart began to slow down its beating. “Well that was fun.” His tone very sarcastic as Simon was just coming out of the water as well, grumbling as always.
“Funny, didn’t take you for a comedian.”
“I have my moments from time to time, think you’ll be okay swimming the rest of the way with those guns?” He pointed as they were dry for now but that would easily change if he needed his arms to swim. The rest of the swamp was mostly trees that stuck out of the water and only a few small islands.
The rest was obscured by a thick fog that made looking ahead very difficult, however he knew how far t6he swamp went, they had went around it prior, so in this case they didn’t have much more before they would hit the middle of it. Which was where he believed the tribe was located.
“Yeah, not like I can’t just ask for another or something when we get through all this. After you.”
He gestured for Ricter to go on ahead, which he simply nodded, taking a step forward into the water before being mostly submerged in it, leaving t to stay around his neck as his arms paddled and he began wading the water. Turning back he watched and waited for Simon to come along however he seemed to wait a moment, taking off his jacket and wrapping it around the weapons he had.
Ensuring that they would be alright before soon taking a step into the water, however just as hew as about to do this he felt something catching his foot from behind. It was like he had snagged his shoe on a root or something. So looking back he noticed that it wasn’t a root, it was a vine, having ensnared his ankle some how, wrapped around it twice over and ensuring he couldn’t pull it away.
After tugging his leg twice the vine reacted violently, squeezing around his leg and pulling them up into the canopies, having enough strength to lift him with out any problem with out snapping. Sending them strait into the trees above as he screamed, “Fuuuuucck!” Was all that was heard as Ricter watched him get flung into the sky.
“God damn it, he’s more trouble than help at this point.” The weasel groaned, clearly annoyed but still willing to save the rodent from what ever fate those vines had in mind for him as he made his way to the sore again and out of the water quickly.
Above was different, being dragged through a number of branches, leafs, and other tree related things he was tossed and thrashed around for a good few seconds before eventually he was brought above the tree line. What ever was pulling him had been up here it seemed and as soon as he was on top of the canopy looked around and something bellow him that was resting on top of the tree.
It looked like a large open mouth of some kind, having no tongue but lips around the opening, it was a deep green color and the vines seemed to be originating form the mouth itself. It look some time to process what he was looking at upside down but he realized it was some kind of mutated version of a pitcher plant.
This was especially relevant as the vines were trying to pull him strait into the opening which had bubbling purple acid inside of it. Frantically Simon aimed to unravel his guns form the knots he made using his jacket, aiming to at least fire at the thing before he was pulled into it.
In the mean time Ricter was already beginning to climb up the tree Simon got pulled into, using his sword like a scaling tool he stabbed it into the bark of the tree and wen up it gradually. All he could hear was Simon screaming repeatedly as well as him obviously panicking.
“Simon calm down! What do you see, whats going on?”
“There's a fucking plant trying to eat me! That's whats going on!”
“Hold on!” The weasel tried to tell him, mostly to ensure he didn’t try to do anything that would cause his own death. By this time he was half way up the tree and Simon was already at the opening of the plants mouth, holding himself form going into the bubbling acid with his legs while trying to pull out at least the pistol form the bundle of clothes he had on hand.
Eventually doing so as with out hesitating, or thinking it over, he began shooting not the plant, “That's right you fuckin’ piece of shit, eat lead!” Repeatedly he fired down into the thing however the bullets simply passed through the acid and through the plant over all.
Showering Ricter in a hail of gun fire as he moved and jumped to another branch just to avoid being hit by them, in addition the holes make only made the acid drip out as well. Some falling down on branches and burning them, sizzling as Ricter hung on only barely too the one he jumped too but the addition of acid only made the branches support start to falter.
“Simon! Stop shooting!” He called out but got no response.
Instead he kept firing and even aimed for the rapidly moving and wiggling vines that were starting to worm their way around his legs and midsection. Slowly he was getting ensnared, but he had caused a lot of damage to the plant after unloading so many bullets into it. Half of its acid like juices had been emptied out down onto the tree it was on and even some had landed on Ricter.
However for him he seemed to just wipe it off quickly, it burned like hell but nothing he couldn't take, or at least he would say that normally if not for the fact that it hurt way more than it should.
“With Lanor being separated from me I’m not as invincible any more.”
His sword is what gave him most if not all of his super natural powers, sure he had the ability to use magic in its stand alone manner, but for him to even survive some of the stuff he’s been hit with its because of his weapon. Which didn’t bode well for him, nor Simon as the small burn on his hand didn’t go away but he bared it for now and scaled his way up the tree a bit more.
Little did they know that with all the acid falling on the tree it was beginning to collect near the base of it, burning the roots and eating away at the bark and wood. Meanwhile up top Simon had managed to shoot off most of the vines before he was let go off and tumbled on top of the canopy, however the branches were not strong enough to hold him and he nearly plummeted six or seven feet before landing on a sturdy branch.
Landing strait on his stomach as he grunted from the sudden drop but also noticed Ricter was right next to him, climbing up but stopping once he saw that the rodent had fell not too far from him.
“You alright?”
“Guuahu.” Simon was probably okay..
But just as Ricter began to move down to go and grab him a loud snapping noise, not unfamiliar to the two of them would ring out in the swamp. The acid that had been spilled bellow and along the tree had eaten away at the organic sections of the tree and now had caused the tree to begin tipping into one direction.
Ricter quickly realized they were about to fall and it was around a thirty foot drop to get back down, something he would risk normally but in such a state that he was in, he didn't wish to get wounded, he had to be a lot more careful too. Which was why as he dropped down and grabbed hold of Simon who was awake but injured, he picked them up and carried them partly on his back as the tree tipped over and headed strait down towards the water.
They were going down, there was no way to protect against that, however hitting the still water of the swamp was going to hurt and as he adjusted himself, the weasel would hold onto Simon in a manner so that he took the blunt of the soon to be impact.
As the tree fell and then crashed into the water so did both Simon and Ricter which, given the size of the tree, made multiple ripples and even pushed out the water into waves that swept both of them into another direction. Causing them to go along with the push of water and after a while they would end up at a sore line.
Washing up on the muddy shore storm clouds began to roll in now, it was beginning to rain again, but in a light drizzle that was picking up slowly. Ricter was choking, laying on the ground as he stirred and began to move. Mean while Simon was already up, having been protected from actually being the blunt of the fall he struggled to get to his feet as he coughed up sour swamp water.
Slowly, the two of them would rise however Ricter seemed to get up fully first and lean on a near by tree, his already messed up clothes were not down to just his shirt and pants, while Simon was more or less in the same attire but kept his shoes.
After catching their breaths it would seem Ricter would be the first person to address what was going on now that they were water logged.
“Y-you alive.”
Breath was baited by water clogging his lungs but Simon would speak to him soon after, “Barely.”
On hearing this Ricter nodded, “Good.” Before walking over to the rodent who was stumbling still and reaching out before socking him square in the jaw with a well placed punch. The act of aggression was shocking and even he didn’t expect it as it sent Simon back a couple feet and onto his ass. He had a few second to register what happened before he got up.
“What the hell is your problem?!” The rodent said as he gripped his nose, his jaw was sore now but he would swing back, hitting Ricter square in the chest and making him stagger but not enough to break him down. Their height difference was no longer a factor, mostly because some how he had shrunk a couple inches, now Ricter was shorter than Simon for some reason.
“My problem? Your the one who got me into this mess! I brought you along the help, not to sabotage every thing!” Turning he swiped a kick across his left arm, knocking them to the ground again as the rodent groaned and got up, the rain pelting both of them as it seemed like the two were beginning to fight.
“Your the dumb ass who asked for help! This is hardly my fault!”
“Yeah right! So those raptors weren't part of your plan huh? Nor was these damn orcs or even that plant then? That's very hard to believe!” He growled, clearly fed up and annoyed by what has been going on. But their wasn't the time for talking as Simon would rush in and tackle Ricter to the ground, knocking him flat on his back before beginning to pummel him across the face.
Slamming fists against his cheeks and head, yelling louder. “You never trusted me anyways! Why dose it fuckin’ matter now?!” Giving the weasel a bloody nose Ricter countered by grabbing his arm and turning with him, sending them onto their back and hitting Simon even harder, thrashing him with slams and fists.
“Why the hell should I trust a criminal who’s only looking out for himself! I knew what you were trying to do the moment we left town, but that stupid nagging in my head said to give you a chance. Ha! Look where that's gotten us.” Ricter seemed livid, even now he was yelling back instead of staying calm.
Simnon soon drove his foot into the weasels crotch causing him to flinch before he was pushed off him. Both having blood stained faces at this point, and even some claw marks too. Getting up in a shaky manner the rodent made his way over and began kicking the still recovering stoat in his chest, stomach and even a few aimed at his face.
Most blocked, but some he flinched towards when hit by them. “I am not your fucking pet you can just keep in a crystal forever, and I refuse to take orders from someone like you!”
After a few more kicks Ricter would grab his leg, pulling it from under his position as the mud made standing even harder to do. Eventually causing him to fall however as Ricter got up he grabbed what seemed like a rock, straddling the rodent as he aimed to smash his head in. However through their panting and hard breathing their was a stillness and pause.
The rain cascaded over their faces, and showed the bruises, blood, and marks they left on one another. However in this moment their was silence, and most of all their was little more than them staring each other down.
“Do it, kill me. You were right, had every reason not to trust me, from the moment you gave me that deal I planned on killing you some how and making off with that gem, so I can live like a prime and never have to worry about death!”
The man spat to the side, trickles of red laced his spit, while Ricter glanced down at him, his breath returning however it didn’t stop his rapidly beating heart that was hammering inside of his chest. “End it already! You killed who I was before you can do it again!”
It was at this moment Ricter knew what he needed to do and instead of slamming it down on his head, he tossed the rock into the water. Making it seem like he was showing mercy. Which was not true as right after the stoat dropped to his side with his elbow out and basically elbow dropped him in the face, causing him to hold his nose and roll around in pain.
“Son of a bitch!” He cursed as he wiggled around and rolled along the dirt in pain, he almost broke his snout from that, not that he didn’t deserve it for all the crap he’s put them through.
It was a very painful hit, that was for sure, but as both of them laid there he didn’t get up to strike again, instead just laying in the mud as water hit their faces. “Killing you would be pointless, not only that but I need you for the time being.”
Ricter stated as he panted softly, but Simon would start to slowly get up, being helped by the weasel who was faster to stand but both seemed to be quite injured now. “Still thinking about using me huh?” Simon added before giving a moan of pain.
“Like you haven’t been trying to use me this entire time.” A glare came down on Simon from Ricters perspective, he was serious when he said this and it was easy to tell that he meant every word of it too.
“You know we might end up fighting again pretty soon, even after this is over.” Simon added as they would begin walking, choosing this time to walk around the sides of the swamp as with a cold trail they needed to find some way of doing this while it was still light out.
“We’ll get to that point when it comes too it, for now I know this place better than you. I suggest you stay close and actually listen to me for once. Or next time I’ll just leave you to die, I have no problem with that if you want to think you know everything.”
This startled the rodent, never one for taking orders however in this face he couldn’t help but listen to him, not that they held much trust still, they obviously had a lot of issues to go over and deal with right now. For the time being though they had more pressing issues.
Sitting down on a log Ricter began to bandage up the two of them, wraps would be placed along their heads and arms while wrapping a few around the torso as well. He didn’t have many kinds of medicines on hand but he at least kept some pain killers in his pockets and ate one while giving Simon one as well. Accepting it with out a word or even asking what it was.
“So, got a plan other than trying to cause more trouble?” Ricter asked.
“Actually, you know, what I do. I remember they said they were transporting a bunch of what we got jacked for too a camp, if I know anything about stealing and transporting things its that they would need to ensure that anything they took along would need to be cooked or at least preserved if it were meat of some kind.”
Thinking for a moment he would add, “Also when I was up on top of the tree I could see the entire forest, so I’d say we climb up top and find some camp fires, maybe check if they had stopped to cook those raptor bodies they picked up. Sound good?”
The idea was pretty sound and seemed like it would work if it wasn’t raining, but it would make the smoke easier to point out through all the fog that was around here. They may have to wait but once the last bandage was placed down on the bridge of Simons nose, causing him to flinch, Ricter would stand up and stretch. Still just as much in pain as the rodent was in right now.
“Sounds good to me, I’ll check out if I can spot anything over the tree tops.”
There was a bit of mutual understanding between the two of them now, surely their problems wouldn't be solved right away, but it was a step. Nothing like beating the shit out of someone your supposed to work with to ensure they listen to you.
RE: Two Wrongs - Ricter - 08-07-2018
Scaling a near by tree as Simon watched him climb up the side of the tree next to them, which eventually allowed him to reach the top. As Ricter got to the tip of the red wood he looked around, seeing mostly the endless expanse of the Tangled Greens and what it had to offer.
At first glace nothing stood out around the rain and drizzle that over lapped most of the scenery, it was hard to even tell if their was a town near by or not. His eyes narrowed, focusing past the fog that was around them, it was faint and hard to see but he did see something in the distance. But it wasn’t a smoke stack, instead it seemed like some kind of establishment. High wooden walls were around the settlement and it didn’t seem too big but probably took up about the space of a foot ball field.
The wooden wall around it seemed to have only one entrance and one exit, being well around a mile or so away, not far at all if they walked. But as he guessed it was in the swamp still, just around the left hand portion of it. So that the tree’s masked where it was but the swamp installed fear and confusion if people wanted to walk through it.
But it wasn’t too well hidden when it was so close by, making it very easy to go towards it now. Yet, now that he found what seemed like a large camp he would need a plan of attack, even more so he needed to ensure he found his weapon too, after all he had no interest in taking hours looking for something if they had managed to get inside with out any trouble.
Additionally he looked at himself for a moment, his body was reverting down more and more, thanks to his connection with his sword his body was looking a lot more like a kid than his original size. Not that he was very tall before anyways, but he knew what this was, and why it was important that they get Lanor back as soon as possible.
His best bet was to find what he was looking for, get in then get out. Something he was okay with, but not the best given he was too used to powering his way through everything, but with out his sword he was just as average as some other people now that the power from it was leaving him completely.
As indicated by the fact that his face and body were still in pain and for the first time he was wearing bandages from his injuries. Maybe beating each other up right before they needed to do their own raid on a camp was a bad idea, but it focused their efforts now, so all in all it was good.
“Ricter! Did you find anything?”
Simon asked bellow, unable to really spot the weasel who was currently on top of the tree, but he could hear him through the foliage above as the stoat spoke up. “Yeah, I can see a camp not too far off, looks well defended though, one second I’ll come down.”
After about a minute or two of climbing back down he would discuss what he saw with Simon, detailing him on the description of the fort as well as what seemed to be there. “Its not too big, mostly seems like a gated camp with large tents and one tent in the middle. They have a watch tower but no other real structures besides what seems like a store house building.”
Simon would think about this for a second but he had gotten an idea once he evaluated the situation. “I think they might stash all their loot in the large building, it’s the best place to do it if your stealing loads of items from travelers.”
“Sounds about right, so we should try and break our way into the storage room when its dark, with the rain too, it should cover any noise we make.”
Nodding, Simon got up off the log with some help from Ricter, still just as sore as the weasel was but the rodent wasn’t a slouch. “Well we got plenty of time till night fall, lets scout out the place before we do it.”
Ricter couldn’t agree more to this idea, and so after getting their things together they would make their way towards the camp being wary of what was going on, and ensuring that they didn’t get found out by any patrols that could be walking around near by.
Thanks to their carefulness they could see that many of the guards that walked around wouldn’t notice them as the duo ducked in a bush behind some cover. The orcs had a nice established camp here it seemed. Something that would be hard to take down normally, especially with a leader so strong.
But it didn’t look like the main camp, more like a simple faction of the orcs as a whole, one that seemed very accustomed to stealing and ensuring that others around them were ‘acquainted’ to their presence in the Tangled Greens. Maybe they could change that.
The pair seemingly got very close thanks to the rain and dark clouds over head covering their approach and vanquishing any light around them as well, so as they got up to the wall Ricter would peer though as did Simon who was interested in seeing what was inside as well.
The large wooden logs that made the wall had spaces in them, some were almost big enough to squeeze through but he wouldn't’ attempt that now when they could very well figure out another way to get inside. What they would see through the gaps were male and female orcs walking around, most going about their daily business while others were in tents it seemed.
Probably because they didn’t enjoy having on soggy clothing, still Ricter would keep track of the numbers they held. Minus the two he had cut down and killed he counted at least thirty of them staying here, including women and some children as well.
Those of which he had no intention of hurting at all, but if it came to it he would disable them if need be, only because he had no interest in becoming a murderer of innocent lives even if they probably had done the opposite thing to others.
He would cast blame when the time came for it, right now though his main focus was finding the storage room, while Simon eyed the watch tower. It was well around two stories tall, and made of wood as well, it was on the other side of the encampment, however they couldn't see them thanks to they positioning of the tower and how they choose their approach.
In addition the gate was near by, on the other side of the encampment as well, near the tower so they could see whom comes in through the front door more or less. The guards up in the tower were not very attentive, most seemingly guessing no one would dare attack a stronghold of orcs, however they looked around occasionally.
In addition their were only two guards up there, so if need be they could find some way of sneaking past them if they wanted to go in through the front, but his idea involved a less direct approach to entering and exiting the camp. Ensuring they didn’t end up dying here, but there was plenty more to plan now that they had a rough guess for what to do next.
Next Ricter spotted the main building in the middle, as well as a building off to the side, one looked like the storage room he had spotted not too long ago from a distance. While it seemed like a simple building, it was tall and similar to the main house in the middle of the village, showing that it was made for something other than just a big apartment building of some kind.
It was only one story tall, additionally, he noticed a few orcs leaving the building while one seemed to be bringing in meat from a dead deer into the building before leaving empty handed. With that building marked the only place left was the house in the middle, made of wood of course but nicer than the tents and huts that were around it.
It was probably the leaders home that was for sure, however he had no interest in going there, mostly because he knew full well that fighting him would probably not work out. At least not till he got his broad sword, all he needed was one touch and he’d be back to normal, or at least as ‘normal’ as he can be when it came to his natural body.
In the mean time all he could do now was plan out their actions and what to do after they had gotten what they were after. Poking Simon, he would whisper to the rodent. “Alright I think I have an idea on what to do now. Lets back off for the time being and head back once its night time.”
The rodent silently agreed to his advice, understanding that attacking now while it was still around midday was probably a bad idea, especially after two or three hours from when they had gotten attacked. It would make them showing up all too predictable, granted they did kinda leave them for dead, at least Ricter that is, for Simon though he was kind of just left on the ground.
Either way the two would soon slip away form the wall, leaving the camp for now and setting up their own plot to storm the encampment. The night would come around not too long after, surely it would take a lot of waiting but the two had established a full game plan for what to do.
First, they would go about storming the same side of the wall, vaulting over the wall and making their way to the storage room. After looking around they could grab the sword, and flowers if they found them. After that they leave immediately afterwards, which would be a lot easier if they managed to gain the weapon they sought after.
The plan didn’t involve fighting, but with the guns on Simons back and the sword at Ricters hip they were prepared for it.
With the cover of night the mission would begin, the orcs had lanterns and maybe 3 or so guards walking around patrolling the area. Luckily with their previous scouting they had found out what paths they seemed to enjoy taking, and how they tended to guard the camp.
Mostly in a manner that was very predictable, probably because no one dared to really storm a camp of this size when it was full of orcs, but they seemed civilized enough to make sure certain holes in their defenses were covered.
Coming up to the side of the wall again Simon would look around while Ricter would cover their tail ends, the rodent would look to Ricter and nod as the mustelid did the same. Getting down on one knee Riccter would cup his hands together low as Simon placed his foot on his hands and braced himself on the stoats shoulders.
Soon he would be tossed up around two or so feet into the air more than what he could normally do, allowing him enough jumping distance to reach the top of the log wall, grabbing hold as much as they possibly could while it was raining.
Taking out a dagger Simon would stab it into the wood and from there begin climbing the wall, scaling it before dropping down over the other side once they managed to get over the top side. Ricter would follow behind him soon enough, not needing much of a boost as he used the deep gashes in the wood from Simons dagger to climb upwards.
Creating an effective climbing wall in a way, but he also dropped down on the other side with him, as the two looked around they could see things more clearly. Their was around 12 or so tents and huts for probably the normal residents here.
In addition, there was a wooden building in the center, the chiefs hut, and a storage room that was for all manner of things probably given that from memory they stored food here and their was no other buildings besides the watch tower.
But their main goal was that storage room, and so they would begin to silently walk in that direction, the rain made it easy to mask everything they were doing, they could more or less run and still not be heard even though their foot steps splattered mud and water with each step they took.
One moving to the large building they stopped, the lights were still one, which was the same for most of the huts too, but in this case they had to guess someone was inside of here. But they had come prepared, at least enough to warrant some praise.
Coming on one side of the building they had perfect vision of the door from here with out being seen thanks to the darkness. The door way was more or less just a wooden frame, however it was able to be mostly seen through by the upper half being made out of nothing.
It was made to double as a merchants counter, which built into their advantage as Simon moved forward and stayed low to the ground. Once he was next to the door he would place what seemed like a sack filled with something on the counter.
Making enough noise with it that someone inside could hear and see what was plopped there, a simple burlap sack. Inside two orcs would be working to organize the mess of items they had looted form the previous week, moving barrels, clothing items, and even life stock to different sections of the room.
One turned though and noticed someone placed an item on the doors counter, “Hm? How the hell did I miss that one?” One would say, he was large and green in color, same for most orcs as their tusks came out on the sides of their lips. In addition he wore simple clothing, similar to that of a peasant.
His friend, a female orc, would snicker as she noticed the bag too and played it off as something else, “Your always bad at organizing anything around here, you’d forget were your eyes were if they were in your head already.”
The female laughed, she wore a simple shirt as well, being just as large as her male companion her hair was tied into a pony tail. Black as night, while her body held the familiar look of green as well, nothing else seemed out of the ordinary for her as she lifted up a barrel and carried it to a corner of the room.
The male orc would grumble and roll his eyes, walking over to the bag and soon reaching out for it, just as Simon and Ricter noticed the arm Simon would jump up on the counter while Ricter would Grab at the arm, jumping in through the window as well while effectively tackling the large Orc to the ground in his surprised state.
Mean while Simon tucked his body in and rolled into the room, scanning it with his eyes as he held his rifle at the ready, once he saw the female orc he pointed it at her and spoke.
“Hands up!”
Making her pause before complying once it seemed Ricter had his blade pointed at the orc on his back now, keeping them pinned with the threat of killing them if they choose to do anything. Yet, the male would speak up once his mind processed they were being jumped by two furry creatures.
“Who the hell are you two? Look, we don't want any trouble, just take what you need and leave.”
He seemed to speak in a begrudgingly manner, but at the same time he feared they were just here to kill them and take ll their things. Which wasn’t the case at all, at least for Ricter given he wasn’t so blood thirsty to kill possible civilians.
He would say nothing though, even more so he would gesture to Simon, he would get the idea and soon the weasel got up off the orc and allow Simon to point his gun towards him. “Get up slowly and walk over to your friend.” His instructions were simple, and so the orc would comply and get up slowly.
As this was happening Ricter was looking through the many items here, most having branding on contains and the like, most looked exclusively stolen. But as the two orcs were held at gun point with their hands raised Ricter would ask a question after inspecting the building.
“I’d like to ask you both a question, have you seen a bag full of white flowers in it, as well as a sword?”
The pair would stay silent, making Simon antsy and pointing the rifle at one of their heads as the male would speak up on that. “Yeah, a bag of flowers, its uh in the herbs section. Over there.” He gestured with his head, to the middle of the room more or less in a messy pile of gear and items.
Squinting Ricter walked over and began shuffling through the items now, finding all manner of loot, but he wasn't interested in taking it, even if it was stolen. While he was searching the messy pile of loot the female orc would growl, throwing words his way.
“You’ll never make it out of here alive! Do you know who your trying to steal from? This is the orc band of Ma’tok The Destroyer, once the guards realize somethings up you and your little friend here will be dead before morning!” The woman seemed to have a mix of pride and fear in saying this mans name, as if she both respected the power and feared it to some degree.
Making Ricter pause but he kept up his scrounging while Simon would try to keep her voice down, “Shut up, your precious leader stole something from us and we plan on getting it back.”
The woman would quirk a brow, smirking, “Stealing back from the thieves, huh? I don't know what was taken from you but we need them way more than you both do. Just a sword and a bag of herbs? How common are those things that you need them this desperately.”
Simon seemed flabbergasted by her elitism. “What? Its ours, what the hell do you mean you need it more. By the looks of it you’ve stolen from probably hundreds of people, and probably killed them too!”
The woman frowned, mean while the man tried to get her to stop talking with a light shove but she persisted. “We do what we need to do to survive, you have no idea what horrors our leader has gone through, what they had to do to ensure we lived. How much fighting we had to do just to stay alive, you have no right to question what we have to do as a necessity!”
Simon fell silent on this, it was horrible logic to some however he could relate to some degree, as a rat that grew up in a mafia like life style he was burdened with doing things he wasn’t proud of just to survive. Even before he was the one running everything he was a lot like them, fighting everyone to survive, beating off enemies that cropped up and trying to ensure he lived to see the next day.
Was that Ma’toks plan? To lead his tribe into a better situation by taking from the land? It was a controversial way of doing it, but not unlike what he was used too doing when he was head of a criminal organization. This pause could be noticed by both orcs as one would almost step forward however Simon snapped back and pointed his rifle at both again.
“Keep back!”
They complied and groaned as Ricter finally fished out something, it was the bag with all the collected flowers, luckily they didn’t wither easily. “I got the bag, but I searched that entire pile and didn’t find anything related to a sword.”
They were in the right place it seemed, however in looking around the storage room he would actually notice that they held no weapons here at all. At most they had farming equipment, but that was it. However this would draw a laugh from the woman in the room, as if he said a joke but Ricter missed his own punchline, causing him to wonder what was going on.
“If you looking for a sword your going to have to go to the armory, which is right outside, next to the chiefs home. If you want your death to be swift then go on ahead, it will be a treat to see what happens to you after you try.”
Of course this couldn’t be all according to plan, there was always something to mix up how they plotted out this entire thing. Now they had a choice, they could simply leave the two here and try to get into the armory themselves, or one of them had to watch the two which Simon would look over to Ricter as he could tell he was thinking now.
“Its fine, I can handle it here, you go and find it, but if things go south I’ll be out to help you.” The rodent said with a smirk, which caught Ricter by surprise but he smiled back to him.
“Alright, thanks Simon. If I mess up I’m sure you’ll hear it.”
“Ha, true. Good luck.”
RE: Two Wrongs - Ricter - 08-07-2018
After their little talk Ricter made his way out of the storage room, but not before helping Simon tie up both orcs and ensuring they couldn’t get out or escape. It took some extra time but they would be bound together around the central column that held the building up, making sure they would be secure enough for Simon to handle.
On leaving the store room the weasel would look around before slipping past the side of the building, now that he was alone this would be a little harder, no extra pare of hands or eyes to see where someone might be or to spot someone in his blind spot. Making him extra careful about the whole thing.
Ahead of him he could see the middle building, but nothing seemed to be around it from his point of view till he moved behind the back of a near by hut. Avoiding the ire of any guards that were walking by right now but he did notice a small building next to the middle hut.
He couldn’t tell through the rain but it seemed like a guarded building, two orcs were sleeping outside of the door, and the lights seemed to be off inside of it. The building had around two windows to it that had no class for them, only curtains to obscure what was inside.
The only good thing about it was that the guard were asleep, however he worried that Simon might not be able to keep the other two he was currently holding at gun point, calm. But he had enough trust to not worry about what was to happen, all he needed to do was grab his weapon and they could leave, then this whole thing would be finally over.
Nothing was ever that easy, but he could hope so. Sneaking closer he would use the cover of darkness to ensure he wasn’t found by anyone. The people up in the tower were looking around, mostly near the gate but some would look inside of the village to make sure that nothing was going on.
Their eyes scanned the many huts and what not while most of the time they seemed to not be interested and just went back to guarding the gate from above. Ricters eyes scanned over them for a few seconds, he was tempted to go but waited till finally they turned away and he went for it.
Moving towards one of the windows he would climb inside quickly, looking around as the darkness of the room made it hard to find anything. Luckily for him he would be able to find it rather quickly once he got close enough to Lanor.
The room had an assortment of things here, swords, axes, pole arms, and halberds. It was odd seeing what was an entire arsenal here, but most looked like weapons that were looted from other people, namely the daggers that would fit in his own hands but maybe not the much larger orcs that were all around this camp.
Examining the shelves and chests which had some gold inside of them he ignored that for now, if he wanted to steal gold he would, especially from assholes, this time though he wasn’t interested. He would sneak inside for well around a minute or so and he noticed nothing at all was here that even came close to looking like his broad sword.
Mostly because it had a faint glow to it when he was close by, and every time he touched something new it didn’t immediately respond to his presence so of course that wasn’t it either. “Where the hell is it? It should be in here, I mean they took my bag of herbs, I’m sure they should have it in here somewhere.”
Ricter silently thought to himself, all the while not finding anything at all which was worrying. Did they take it somewhere else? Was it already sold? Or better yet did they get rid of it somewhere after figuring out it was as normal as a basic sword when not in the right hands.
All of which danced and teased his mind as he examined every spot he could inside the armory and sighted once he realized it wasn’t here. Worry began to seep in, and fear as well, with out Lanor his body was beginning to lose its vigor. Even now he looked to be shrinking in size, not from his own volition but because the body he had was sustained by the sword he wielded.
Its been only a day so far and he knew exactly what would happen if he didn’t get it back soon, especially since he realized that his protective magic that left his fur so hard and durable was warring off. Right now he was nearly as strong, as durable, and fast as a normal human.
Yet, even that was being pulled from him as the original body he had was just a simple little feral weasel. Ricter knew that if he got turned into that he would have a hard time changing back, with or with out his sword. Looking down at his body he had been reduced down by around 4’3”, he felt smaller and sure he didn’t mind being as small as he was when he was originally born, but he grew fond of his body.
“Its here, somewhere, I just have to find it, but judging from things it might just be in the main building. Maybe as some personal trophy. If I can sneak in I should be safe, and I’ll stop shrinking too.”
Frowning he knew that now he had to go into what could be the hornets nest, if he was found then he would probably die instantly given his strength had been sapped and also his bodies integrity. If he did find it then maybe their was some hope.
Sending Simon a quick text he made his way for the window again, looking around first outside before he would even try to slip out and make his way into the rain once more. Noticing no one was around but the lanterns that bobbed around the place indicated that he should try to avoid the lights that were right outside of the chiefs home.
The building was medium sized, enough for a person to live inside of comfortably, but also was raised and above the ground, a stair case leading up to it while the door was made of simple wood and would lead into a one floor circular room.
Or so he guessed once he inspected the building, he would go under it for now, thanks to being shorter he would squeeze in between the supports, looking under the house and not finding any hatch to go into. While around the sides their ere windows however they were bared and actually had glass on them.
So the only possible way to enter was to go through the front door, or find a new way n maybe through the roof, which was dumb because he would easily be seen. But while under the building he could see many sections of wood that had suffered water damage over the years.
The floorboards were obviously well made, but with certain cracks and sections that could be moved or at least cut into it would make for a good way to enter into the home. With the time limit they had right now it was best that he worked quickly, so in pulling out his replacement sword he would chip into the bottom of the wood at one of the water damaged planks.
Using the sound of water hitting the top of the roof and side of the building to muffle the sounds. Once he managed to wedge the sword in between one of the floor board, the stoat would pull to the side, causing enough press to where part of the board would snap slowly. Revealing what was the middle section of the floor that he could slip though.
Out of the rain now he was in between the floor boards now, above him he could barely see anything since it was so dark, but he smelt the burning of a candle. It smelt nice, but it was the only light that allowed anything to be seen really, sound wise all he could hear was water falling so he chalked it up as more rain fall.
Crawling around he would look here and there, trying to find a place to actually come up, noticing that most of the floor boards were pretty well made. Eventually though he did find something, wood that also had been damaged a lot by water it seemed, he had no idea where this was located though it didn’t matter, it was the best place to enter into the building.
So as he began to pry into the wood, struggling as it was a lot stronger than he first thought, but eventually he would cause it to be pried from its nails. Pushing it up and soon starting to slip out from the open plank. Or at least peak out to see where he was exactly.
The room was very steamy, filled with a fog that obscured his vision, around him he couldn’t see much till he saw what looked like a large mirror and a cabinet next to it. Turning around he noticed what looked like a pool of water, it looked warm and most of all was filled to the brim, but none spilled over, at least not at first.
Movement in the water would make it splash around, and as he brought his eyes up and to the left he noticed something that caused his face to flash red. Eyes in the fog would be staring back down at him, deep brown in color as they were very familiar to him, granted now he was a lot more familiar with this persons body as they just stepped out of the bath.
The chief, completely naked, would fluster and look at Ricter in the eyes, covering herself as after only a few moments a loud scream would echo with in the home. Loud enough for some guards to hear but they shrugged, “Guess the chief is in another fit, lets get out of here before she turns one of us into a punching bag.”
The guards buddy nodded and soon the two scampered off, not wishing to face the female orc’s wrath. Mean while Ricter was scrambling along the floor, “S-sorry! I didn’t mean to spy on you while you were bathing!”
He tried to explain but she only snatched a towel from the near by rack and wrapped it around herself, still flustered as she looked down at the mustelid. “You little pest, how are you still alive?! No mans ever survived a hit from my hammer, and how did you get in my house!” She roared, causing him to shiver a bit in fear, he entered the wrong room that was for sure, and worst of all he knew he couldn’t take any hit from her with out being gravely wounded.
Backing up against the wall he would begin to look around, for anything he could use to maybe get out of this mess. The blade he had he dropped in his small panic, and as she stomped forward he would cower a bit, “W-wait, I don't want to fight!”
She sneered, frowning deeply before trying to reach out towards him, “You got way more to worry about than just a fight runt!” But thanks to all the rain water and her own damp green skin she was unable to get a hold of his body as he slipped form her grapple and between her legs, not daring to look up as he went past her towards the door.
With out evening bothering to try anything fancy he would open the door and run out, he was now in what seemed like a large single room, a door was also next to him and another door was on the other side of the room. He would guess that was the exit and the one near by was a closet of some kind, in the room it looked fairly nice, a large bed to sleep in with a night stand and dressers of various designs and coloration's.
Seems like they maybe robbed a trader or two and kept the best things for herself, none the less he made a break for it towards the bed. Around the walls he noticed a number of weapons and even more so trophies, mostly of animals and creatures that were decapitated as he gulped and held his head a bit.
Jumping under the covers he felt a shimmer of something pulling towards him, Lanor was in the room, just he had no clue where it was as the next thing he knew Ma’tok would come bursting out of her own bathroom. Looking around and wondering where the little weasel had scampered off too.
“Come out! If you do I’ll make your death quick and easy, maybe not painless but its a better offer than nothing.” She said in a cocky tone, she could smell the fear coming from him, and as she noticed the lump in her bed right away she smirked and walked over.
With out a word she would soon reach out and try to grab at the shape in the covers, yelling “Got cha- wait what?” It was a bundle of clothes, her own clothes, pulled from one of the dressers she left open. Instead the weasel had been under her bed, hiding still as he looked around while he could, not being able to see what was on the walls but enough to know that it wasn’t on them.
“Where is it? I can feel it close by but..” Ricter was confused, it was in the room but he didn’t know where, if anything it felt like it was right next to him but he had no clue if it was just in plain sight or under the bed with him. It was then that he felt something grab his ankle.
“Crap! Noooo!” He screamed as he was yanked from under the bed by his leg, held upside down in her grip as he looked up at her form an ‘interesting angle’. “Now I have you!” She declared but one look at his blushing face as he covered his eyes in such a cute innocent manner she realized she still had on a towel and would soon drop him on the bed.
Flustering just as much as he was right now, but as she pulled a club off the wall she raised it and tried to smash him, using it similar to a mallet. Luckily Ricter had opened his eyes when he landed on the bed and rolled to the side, the club would bounce off the bed and actually smack the chief in the head.
Forcing he to stumble a bit while rubbing her skull, realizing that might have been a bad idea. This bought him some seconds of time to look around again, but nothing, not even a glow, which made him fear he might actually die here and Simon would probably be next.
Once Ma’tok had gotten a hold of herself again he would take a step forward while cocking the club back like she was aiming for a home run. Causing Ricter to get up and soon after a quick bounce he hopped into the air, using the springs in the bed to get more height than normal as the club missed him narrowly.
It was then that he noticed something, above him, on the ceiling, his sword was actually shoved into it, acting like a chandelier, but given it made a faint glowing she probably thought it would make a good night light. But it was just out of reach after he bounced on her bed, causing him to jump again while avoiding her swing once more.
Flailing his arms every time he tried to grab at the handle that were only inches away, though soon he would feel the orc reach out and grab him again, having gotten on the bed as she calmed down enough to not try to squash him completely with the club that was obviously not working.
“Stop struggling!” She yelled as Ricter squirmed, his wet body easily able to get out of her hold before she would attempt to grab him again.
“N-no! Your gona kill me!” He retorted.
RE: Two Wrongs - Ricter - 08-07-2018
It was turning into a wrestling match now, and Ricter was only interested in escaping as grunts and growls of frustration escaped the woman. Outside the guards who were near the house were wondering what was going on, with the sound of groaning, grunts, and bed bouncing it sounded fairly lewd to their ears.
“Who do you think is the lucky orc that's tumbling in the sheets with the chief?” They would say to his buddy as the other shrugged.
“Doesn't sound very lucky to me, sounds like shes killing him, must be too much woman to handle.”
The other laughed and nodded, smirking. “Yeah, she’d probably break a couple bones on me.” They both laughed, making jokes all the while the two still continued to fight. Or ‘fight’ in this case.
After a while eventually she would get a good hold of him, standing up with him in her arms while on top of the bed. She was naked again thanks to all the tumbling and pressing him into her chest but squeezing the life out of him now. “Enough of this, it might not be the best way of ending you but I’m sure you wont complain much.” She declared as she was trying to break him.
Mean while he was trying to struggle, his weakened body making it impossible to do so for very long, he was running out of air now and things began to get foggy. But thanks to her standing height and holding him it was just enough to grab at the sword above, which after a moment of realization he soon touched the handle of his sword.
Instantly a rush of vigor and healing would enter into his body immediately, so much so that she could feel his previously small body grow back to how he ‘normally’ was, still shorter than her but as he pulled the sword down from the ceiling he used the flat part of the blade and ‘bonked’ her head with it.
Forcing her to let him got as he dropped down to the bed and bounced off, sticking the landing. If the landing was his tail end. “Yes! Finally! Don’t you ever leave me again Lanor!” He said as he hugged his special sword, so happy he was purring.
Though while he was celebrating the chief was getting dressed, putting on at least a bra and pants as she pulled out a large hammer. The one she hit him with prior. “You came here all for a stupid sword? I hope that sword was worth dying over you pest.”
Rushing towards Ricter she would raise her large hammer over head and then bring it down over head, though instead of running away Ricter raised a hand and simply blocked it using just his paw. Not even budging as she struggled to bring it down fully on the mustelid.
Ricters face flashed with a bright grin, he had all his power back now, and finally he could heal himself of all the hits he had taken not too long ago. “Huh?” She questioned, wondering why she was struggling against him, but it wasn’t his strength that she was competing with, it was just his body felt like hitting something extremely solid.
Instead of trying to cut her he would just look up at the woman, “I don't want to hurt you but you did put me through a lot of hell so-” Lifting his leg up he would kick her strait in the midsection, causing her to break down a bit and drop to her knee however Riccter followed this up by using another kick to strike at her neck.
It was enough to knock her back a few feet however it didn't do much to her it seemed, only enough to really stun her for a second. Cracking her neck as she altered her stance, “Not bad, for a pest. Lets see what you got.”
Having been standing there for well around a good hour or so Simon would prop up a chair and sit down, wondering what the hell was taking so long, he had gotten his message over half an hour ago and now he was just wondering what he was doing right now.
Looking at the two captives one had passed out, sleeping soundly while the other was getting into that dozing off stage. Hell, even he was beginning to feel tired as he looked around, part of him wondered if he should snag something in the mean time, or if he should just go and check on Ricter to make sure he wasn't dead.
“What is he doing, it shouldn’t be taking this long.” Simon questioned, but of course he would get no response when stopped himself from sending a text back, given he was sneaking around a light buzz or the ring of his phone could lead to any number of horrible outcomes.
Back inside of the home however the place looked trashed, or at least as messed up as you can imagine, large dents in the wood from impacts made by a large hammer while cuts were also made in certain parts of the wood.
The bed was flipped over and feathers from a ripped pillow laid themselves everywhere, it looked like the two had been fighting for a while here and given the amount of destruction it was surely something that would attract everyone. Fortunately the guards were kinda dumb, and didn’t want to intervene in their chiefs ‘fun time’ so they simply ignored all the slamming and sounds of combat.
The sound of panting could be heard as Ricter was sitting on the floor, his sword still next to him but he was seemingly very tired. Which would do that too you when you’ve been in combat for well around twenty or so minutes.
Right next to him was Ma’tok, seemingly just as tired as she had dropped her hammer next to herself as well, sweating from the work out. It would seem they had fought to a stalemate, which wasn’t uncommon for the weasel.
Even though she got a few good hits in she couldn’t really hurt him enough to knock them out, at the same time Ricter could barely hurt her with the strikes he were making, and his cuts only left small cuts. BY the looks of it both of them were tried and bleeding at least a small amount at this point, but obviously they had stopped fighting for now.
“Damn you...why don't you..just die..” She said as she raised her arm and gave him a nudge across the face, causing him to tip over but he regained his position, she was throwing a punch but her arms were exhausted.
“W-why cant you just...give up.” He said as he did the same, barley moving her as he swiped at her face, feeling more like a gently pat with his paw as he flopped and just leaned on her shoulder now. Too tired to even move as Ma’tok looked down at the weasel, they were both a silly mess at this point and although she still hated him a great deal for those previous shenanigans she had some respect for the weasel.
Not only did they fight twice, but they fought and he was both still alive and fought her to the point of exhaustion. If this was an official match her tribe members would have been stunned by this, he might even beat her if he was a bit stronger, which given her win history was perfect she both envied this and also respected it too.
With the weasel soon breathing softly she felt him purring, he had passed out, making her quirk a brow at this. They were still fighting, why would he go to sleep? On his opponent of all places, but given how hard it was for her to even lift her arms she began to feel the exhaustion creep in as well.
Yawning as she sighed, and started to close her eyes, they could continue this in the morning. Which now began to travel rapidly towards the morning time as even Simon grew board and began to fall asleep as well, passing out in his chair before the sun light dawned on a new day.
The sun would peek high in the sky as seemingly Ricter would begin to wake up, being the early bird that he was, and having recovered from last nights ordeals faster than Ma’tok thanks to his prime status he felt his head was laying on something soft and a bit squishy too, at first he would snuggle into it, murring softly.
But then he realized he wasn’t at home and his eyes shot open, lifting his head up he realized he was laying on the orc woman's stomach, and she had fallen over. Getting up she was still passed out, unmoving and simply snoring for the time being, which was odd but he would realize what happened. He had passed out.
“Crap, Simon. I hope he’s okay.” He thought to himself as he looked around the room, grabbing Lanor as it was near by he would sheath it and then wonder if he should wake up the chief. I mean she seemed so docile now, but at the same time he didn’t want to get into another fight with her.
So he would send Simon a text to see if he was okay, creeping towards a window and slowly opening it as he hopped she wouldn’t wake up. Mean while Simon was currently in the storage room still, the light buzzing in his pocket got annoying to the point that he would soon wake up.
Looking around he could see light pouring into the room, additionally everyone around him were still asleep as he was shocked he had slept till morning. Picking out his phone he read the text to himself. “Simon are you okay? I got my sword, we need to get out of here now while everyone is still asleep!” Which the rodent couldn't agree more too.
Causing him to creep towards the door and make his way out, texting him back that they should just go over the wall. The two were quick to try and escape as outside it was bright but most of the guards had turned in for the day, wishing to get some rest while the more lazy ones had already fallen asleep.
Luckily thanks to some careful movements and actually ensuring that he didn’t tip anything over. Ricter slowly opened the window and soon was out of there as he dropped to the ground bellow. Running through the village he met up with Simon soon after and with in a few minutes they were already climbing over the wall, ensuring they escaped with their lives.
However just as they were leaving a loud horn would go off, sounding like some hoard was rolling along the hills to declare war. They were spotted! “Crap I think we got found out, Ricter!”
“I heard it, just keep running!” Seems they weren't out in the clear just yet, a number of orcs had rallied together and began to form a search party to look for the two who just came running out of their territory.
It would be hard trying to shake off a band of orcs that could easily track them however Simon actually came somewhat prepared for this scenario. Having his own plots in mind. While running near the side of the swamp he would notice those tree’s again, smiling as he pointed.
“Ricter, cut those tree’s down!” Making him wonder what he was thinking about doing but simply nodded, trusting him for now as a band of orcs were formed, most riding large dinosaurs and others running on foot. They were catching up rapidly and stepping out of the front gate, Ma’tok was just beginning to place on her helm.
“Bring me my war horse, now!” She yelled, causing two guards to rush to get her said horse. In less than a few seconds she was already beginning to mount the larger than average horse, kicking them with spurs to make the horse gallop at alarming speeds. It was much faster than any normal horse that was for sure.
Cutting at one of the tree’s with Lanor he would take a moment to sharpen his weapon before giving it a hard chop, leaving a deep gash into it as the tree started to tilt and begin falling on the shore line they were currently running along.
In addition Simon would begin shooting near the tops of the canopy, as if aiming for something and nailing it head on from what he could tell. Hitting the acid pitcher plants that were positioned on top of the tree and causing acid to fall and drip down into the water.
After a few moments of setting this up Simon would call out, “Ricter cross the water, hurry!” Which as both would jump into the swamp they would begin going through the waves to head over to the other side. Mean while Ma’tok would grin as she caught up, seeing they were fish in a barrel now that they wished to jump into the waves.
“Alright we have them, you five, go in and fish them out!” She pointed, her men would follow her order and soon move into the swamp however instantly they would jump back out, their bodies sizzling as they yelled in pain. “Whats the matter, its just water.”
Looking at the waves she noticed a purple hue in it, and as she looked up at some of the tree’s it seemed most had gotten chopped down around them, and a few tree’s oozed that acid like substance. They had covered their tracks by lacing this section of the swamp in acid making them have to go around the long way. But it was impossible to catch up to them by the time they got to the other side, by the time they went all the way around, they would be long gone.
“Home free baby, whooo!” Simon called out, keeping pace with the weasel as they got to dry land and kept running, just to put some distance between them so they would waste time looking for them.
That same day they would have managed to escape all the way back to Ambrosia, having ensured they covered their tracks well enough Ricter would stop with Simon as they took a breather. Sitting down on a bench and eating some ice-cream, the weasel enjoyed vanilla while the rodent enjoyed chocolate.
Relaxing, the two didn’t talk very much, about both what happened and how they managed to escape with little less than a few cuts here and there that got corrected once they were both in the clear. But Ricter would pull out something from his pocket, it looked like a gem stone, cut like a ruby and very real but not really worth anything in this world.
But to the rodent beside him he would look over at it and his eyes flared up as the stoat offered it too him, “Is this a joke? You can’t be serious.” Simon said as he stopped eating to address him.
Shaking his head, Ricter added. “No, I’m giving it too you. It was kinda wrong to think of you more like some pet I can summon to do things for me, which honestly I felt like that was the case, but now I realize I should treat you like a person rather than an object.”
Placing the gem in his free hand Simon would look down at it, thumbing it over and gazing into it, this contained where his soul would go if he were to die. Or at least in this case, his body would be destroyed. Thinking for a moment he would look back to Ricter, having an indifferent gaze and frown on his face.
“Thanks, but you had every right to treat me like that, especially for what I was asking for when you came into my room that day. Sure you gave me the deal but I was ready to die, or be banished to the underverse, but now I’m alive and no one knows who I am or what I’ve done thanks to you.”
He bit into the cone, munching the sweet tasting edible object before speaking again. “I think I’ll stick around a bit, maybe figure out what I want to do with myself, my life. Also no, you wont have to worry about me trying to make some mafia group here any more, besides you’ll just walk in and kick my ass.”
Laughing both Simon and Ricter would smile at each other for a second, he didn’t think to not trust his word this time, especially when he seemed so genuine. Yet as they turned to face the open park that was in front of them, watching nature grow and take hold around them Ricter would say something.
“I’m glad you think that way, if you are staying though your welcome to call, or better yet visit if you want? Elysia doesn't know who you are, but you might need to go by another name.” He advised.
“Right, she’ll kill me for what I caused to happen, even though she couldn’t when it came down too it. As for a name? How about Gregory? It was the name of a friend I cherished not too long ago. As for your offer, sure I’ll drop by sometime, maybe we can hang out or something.”
Smirking, Ricter nodded, “I like it, its fitting.” Eating his cone completely with a few crunches Ricter would get up and soon so would Simon, reaching out a paw towards the weasel who in turn would shake his hand. “It was nice working with you Simon, at least while I could.”
“This isn’t a good by hand shake, I told you I’ll be around, just look out for me later on. See you around, yeah?”
Ricter smiled and let his hand go, “Yeah, see you around.”
With that, the two would turn and walk away from one another. Heading down opposite paths as Ricter released the rodent from essentially a life time of entrapped bondage, hoping that he could trust that he wouldn't do any more criminal activities. However thinking back to not too long ago he would be reminded of something he was told by him.
"If you want to find the Red Roses" Simon spoke while still trapped in a gem around this time, "Your going to need to head to a place called Coruscant, its one of the main realms, probably the most populated and well regulated verse in this place. My sons probably worked for one of the gangs there, grabbing what ever drugs from here and transporting them there."
Looking down at the gem Ricter would simply listen as he continued. "Of course you might have some heat on your tail if your going to be heading there, but if your going to track them down that's your best best, just remember that place has tiers. Where your looking for is going to be in tier 5 and bellow, just don't get yourself killed. alright?"
Thinking back to now he didn't know if releasing him, someone who knew so much, was a good idea, but he would be sure to call on them for help later when it came to this. Maybe figure out a way to get into this so called criminal underground and shut it down so they never came back to the Tangled Greens again.