08-07-2018, 04:27 PM
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.”
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.”