08-07-2018, 04:35 PM
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.
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.