Muninn Newsrag/Adventures of one Drunk and her Rabbit/RP6Ch3
Davendrall gets a new Captain - Chapter 3
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Davendrall stood in a field in Hernepoole, just outside a village. To the west she saw the mountains, the sun setting behind them, to the east was the river, glittering in the fading light. The sun sank deeper and deeper behind the mountains. Not too far away was Mick the Splasher Mugurk with his rusty...thing...Davendrall couldn't make out what weapon it was...it had too much rust on it. A little further away stood some Estoners she didn't recognize...probably because she wasn't paying attention when she was introduced to them. On her other side stood her Captain, Andre "So...she said hi did she?" "Yes Andrea she said hi" Andre grinned "She said hi!" He said, getting all excited "Shut up Andrea" "Your just jealous! She said hi to me!" Davendrall began to blush "Shut up Andre!" Davendrall was about to attack her captain when the sun went completely out of sight and everything grew dark. The 100 odd troops in the field grew quiet. She turned to look ahead of her...though she could see nothing but mist that had suddenly risen. Then suddenly red lights started flickering...about 100 little round lights. "Looks like we're in for a good battle Andrea...us Norlanders back together" "Well...technically all your troops are Estoners...the only two Norlanders here are you and Mick Mugurk" "Only two Norlanders! Where the hell is the rest of the army! The spoon man? The Brick Man? Anneliese? Mr Snuggles?" "I think there just a little behind us, the other side of that hill over there" Andre explained, pointing to a hill behind them "Well thats damn well useful! Seriously, a Marshal of an Army can't even turn up to his own battle ontime" She was interupted by a scream. Davendrall turned her attention back to the mist, seeing a group of about 50...undead monkeys...charging at them "What the hell! I thought I was hallucinating last night! How the hell did Charion tame these?! They're..." She was cut of as the Monkeys attacked the main army and large shouting and monkey squeals could be heard. She turned back to say something to her captain, but all her troops had disappeared into the darkness, the only evidence she saw of them was several monkeys with throwing knives in their necks. Davendrall drew two knives and started towards a monkey "FOR THE COOKIES!" she screamed her war cry, but stopped as the monkey leaped into the air "What the hell..." She heard a scream...Mick the Spasher was running round in circles like a crazy man screaming "Get it off get it off!"...with an undead monkey on his head | |
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"Get it off! Get it off!" Screamed Mick the Splasher as he ran around in circles with an undead monkey on his head "Quick! Get it off him!" Shouted a dirty, scraggy looking man that appeared to be one of his men. Davendrall looked at all the other men that she presumed were his troops. They stood doing nothing but looking amused at their leader running round like an idiot "Didn't you hear me! Get it...mumummm" He was cut off by the monkey sticking one of it's skeleton paws into Micks mouth. It looked to her like he'd try to bite the paw...but it had no affect "Men! Get the monkey off the Slasheryman before he eats off his head" "Why? Stupid Norlanders get themselves into trouble all the time. The less of them the better I say. You do it" Shouted another "Erm...well...im observing...well someone has to...and im not wasting my arrows on him anyway. Your just chicken cause you wouldn't be able to shoot the monkey off his head. Your aims too crap" "Is not!" "Is too!" "Is not!" "Mumumummmm" Mick squealed as the undead monkey began to nibble at his head "Prove it" "I bet I can shoot the monkey off before you can" Added another man "Oh yeah? Bring it on. Everyone has to buy a pint of Ale for whoever shoots the monkey of the Norlanders head first" "Does it matter if we kill the Norlander too?" "No" There was suddenly a crowd of men gathering around Mick. Then a load of arrows flying at him. "NaawmmmmDAAAAHHMMGMSH!" He screamed as several arrows scratched him. He looked like he was dancing as he tried to dodge the mass of arrows. "Get the catapult!" Shouted another man. Micks eyes widened in shock Meanwhile there was a massive battle going on between noble fighters and undead monkeys...but no one seemed to care about that. The prospect of killing a Norlander and an undead monkey AND getting free alcohol was far more important. A catapult was brought up nearby and aimed towards Mick "Erm...I think I forgot the ammo" "Then use something else" The man got his pack off and began pilling rashons onto the catapult. "Ready? Aim...FIRE!" Now Mick was dancing around dodging arrows with an undead monkey nibbling his brain AND was covered in food "Oh you people are useless!" Davendrall shouted, wondering over to the catapult. She got one of the men by his collar, hurled him into the catapult, and fired. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" The man screamed, waving his arms and legs about in the air before he smacked full force into the undead monkey, spinning off in some random direction. They both landed dead on the floor. "Well...that went better than I planned." Davendrall looked up to see that while they had all been faffing about over one monkey, the battle was actually over and a large about of undead monkeys lay in heaps on the floor. Looking behind her she saw a group of figures coming over the hill "Well thats good timing! Not!" | |
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"Hey, d'you guys have any idea where my soldiers are at?" Anneliese shouted, before running down the hill. She came to a skidding stop in front of Davendrall. Her hair was disheveled, her clothes and armor were covered in dirt and mud, and there was a leaf or two stuck in her hair. She seemed not at all concerned about her appearance, or about the large amount of monkey corpses in her surroundings, "I've been looking for them since last night... I'm starting to think they're running from me. Hav-" She continued on until, she noticed a particular smell; that of rotting corpses and blood. She stopped mid-word, and took a slow look around. "Hey, did Charion come with us afterall? There's a bunch of dead monkeys here. Did I miss something?" She spotted Mick, "and why is he covered in food? Did he read one of his poems to the monkeys?" Behind her, a group of 40 or so soldiers, bearing the words Hares Not Rabbits on their shields, went sneaking off into the brushes while she was distracted. | |
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"Your late! Me and Mick had to fight off a whole hoard of undead monkeys on our own" A random man walking past interupted "What she means is, her and Mick had to fight of a single undead monkey that attacked Mick while the rest of us fought off the hoard" "Shut up whoever the hell you are" She shouted after the man. "Anyway...some ass decided it was a good idea to fire his food at the monkey to get it off Micks head...so I fired him at it. Anyway..." "Madam Davendrall...there is a messenger here for you" Said her messenger coming up from behind her "What is it Bubbles?" "He said something about a scary woman called Ain wanting to duel with you" "Oh great! This is all I need! Some random scary woman who took offence to be pieing her wanting to fight!" Davendrall stormed off. As Anneliese was left there relatively alone, Captain Andre approached her. He smiled at her "Lady Anneliese" He greeted, inclining his head slightly. "Im sure your troops are not far away. Perhaps while we wait you could do the honour of joining me for a short stroll?" He offered his arm to her | |
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Anne began to laugh at their combined explanation of events - it was a shame she had not been here to see it herself. However, the mention of Ain stopped her laughter, "I had hoped she'd forgotten about that..." Davendrall stormed off before Anne could say anything else. "Hurry up," One of the scouts whispered and motioned for the soldiers to move faster. Soon, everyone of her soldiers had disappeared into the undergrowth, and could not be seen, aside from the occasional leaf or blade of grass shaking as they moved. "Perhaps while we wait you could do the honour of joining me for a short stroll?" She turned, and looked at his outstretched arm. "Uhm," This is awkward... She sighed, and decided she might as well tell the truth, and not lead him on any further. "Look, I'm not interested in men.... I just told Davendrall to say 'hi' to you because I wanted to tease her. I knew how angry she'd get, 'cause I'm pretty sure she's interested in you..." | |
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Andre, obviously with really bad selective hearing, missed the first thing Annelise had said to her. His eyes widened at the thought of Davendrall being interested in him "Davendrall? Interested in me? I have only eyes for you Anneliese." He turned serious and took Anneliese's arm "Can we go somewhere private, I must speak with you" He said, looking around awkwardly at the men, dead and alive, on the battlefield | |
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Anne pulled her arm away and frowned, wondering why he hadn't taken the hint that she wasn't interested in him. "I am afraid I do not have eyes for you. I'm all out of eyes, as I gave the last set of eyeballs to my hounds... they quite like pickled eyeballs, you see." She hoped that would scare him off. She thought it would make most sane people pause, at least. She sighed at the mention of going somewhere private, "...Is it something important? Otherwise, I've got to go get Davendrall and make sure she's okay... y'know... there might be more undead monkeys out there, lying in wait..." Really, it was just an excuse to get away from him. | |
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Andre laughed aloud at Anneliese "Thats one of the things I adore most about you my dear lady, you have such an enchanting sense of humor. And yes, it is a matter of great urgency. Could you not spare an old knife thrower a few minutes?" (Old knife thrower...even though hes about 20) | |
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"...enchanting sense of humor..." Anne nearly snorted, but stopped herself. It figures that he would think it was a joke - clearly the idea that she actually kept served eyeballs in a jar somewhere was too ridiculous to contemplate. She had to up the ante, then. "You compliment me, Andre, but I am serious. I do indeed collect eyeballs and feed them to my hounds - which reminds, me I need to take a few..." She took a long look around, at all the corpses piled on the ground, "...souvenirs, so I hope this will not take long." Either that would scare him, or else she'd have to discreetly beat him once they were out of sight. Anne hoped Davendrall wouldn't notice her captain coming back with a few bruises. | |
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"Anneliese, please stop making fun of me. I need a word with you in private, and it is urgent, so please" Andre gestured to a nearby woods and took Anneliese's arm to drag her along | |
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"Oh, fine." Anne hoped, at the very least, that it was a military matter. She decided not to struggle as they walked to the woods, but immediately took her arm away from him once they were out of sight. Faintly, she heard the sound of twigs snapping and leaves brushing up against something. Ignoring the sounds around her, Anne said, "What is it?" | |
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As they were reaching the woods Andre spoke casually "You know, I am not only elite at knife throwing. My thrust is deadly. You wouldn't happen to have a place for me to sheath my blade?" Andre curled on end of his lip into a grin | |
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"..." Anne suddenly got very still. It was an indication that she was too angry to say anything and was very close to losing control. "Andre," She said, slowly and calmly, "I am not interested in you, I am not in any man and I certainly do not..." She paused to calm the anger boiling inside, "...let's just say that I would much rather cut your 'sword' off. And most men aren't willing to go that far." She looked down, and sneered at him, "Of course, this assumes you even have a sword. I'd be surprised if it was something more than a kitchen knife!" That last insult was entirely unnecessary, sure, but perhaps an insult was what he needed to actually listen to what she said. | |
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Andre laughed "Oooh, very feisty. Just my kind of woman. Just remember, its not about the size of the weapon, but what you can do with it" He winked as they entered the woods | |
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Anne said nothing. Her vision turned red, and then blacked out completely. She lunged at him, knocking the captain down to the ground and instinctively aimed her punches for his face and neck. Though she could feel no pain, she could feel something wet coming from arm, and she soon found the source - a dagger! She wrested it from his grasp and threw it into the bushes. "You dare insult me!" She growled, and placed her hands around his throat in an attempt to strangle him. A sputtering, wheezing sound came the man. "Dame!" Suddenly, she could feel several hands on her and a few arms around her waist, trying to pull her off. Not thinking, Anne growled, let go of Andre and began to turn her anger on them, biting and scratching at the arms near her. | |
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As Andre fell to the floor, feeling her hands around his neck, he froze, unable to move. Despite the fact she was trying to kill him, she was close to him, closer than she had every been. After she was withheld by her troops, he stood up and brushed himself down "I will treasure ever touch of yours Annelise, no matter in what manner the touch was ment, not the purpose of the touch. We will talk again soon" Andre walked elegently out of the woods towards Davendrall "Davendrall, can I have a word" Davendrall, in the process of writing lots of random letters to the scary Ain woman, turned to see Andre. He looked quite flushed "Erm...sure" She rose and stepped closer to Andre so they could whisper "Anneliese has informed me of your...feelings for me. I do not wish to hurt you My Lady, so please feel no ill will towards me, but my heart belongs to Anneliese alone. Please, don't cry over me, we were never meant to be" Davendrall looked at Andre, trying to process what he just said. "I..." She couldn't find the words, so she settled with punching her Captain in nose "Your an idiot Andre" Davendrall stormed of to find Anneliese "Im going to kill her" | |
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"I will treasure ever touch of yours Annelise, no matter in what manner the touch was ment, not the purpose of the touch. We will talk again soon" Suddenly reminded of Andre, Anne lunged once more, but was held back by her soldiers. She hissed in frustration as she heard his footsteps fade. "Dame... you almost killed him." It was the voice of her Captain. She grunted, as if to say, It's only what he deserves. After another few moments of struggle, Anne finally relaxed and gave up on trying to kill him. For now. "I think this is a good time as any to tell her that someone has been messing with banners again..." said one soldier. Anne turned her head in the direction of the voice, but could still not see. "Dame," It was her captain again, "please don't be angry, but someone painted over our shields and put new banners up. We're now known as 'Hares Not Rabbits'." Anne gave a snort in response. "As always, Captain Gismar, find the one responsible for this and bring them to me." She said, calmly. She wasn't at all angry about the banners - not after getting insulted by Andre. Her eyesight began to return, as did her sense of pain. She looked down, and noticed her arm was bleeding. "Also, find out what idiot stabbed me - if it wasn't that suicidal Captain, then it must have someone nearby... and let me go already!" The various hands and arms were suddenly withdrawn, and her soldiers took a step back. Anne stood up and brushed herself off - not that it mattered, she'd already been dirty before that fight. | |
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Davendrall looked around for Anneliese for a while, and not being able to see her, figured she must be in the woods. She stormed into the woods to find Annelise, looking rather scraggy and dirty...and quite...angry "What the hell happened to you? You get attacked by rabid squirrels? I thought Xaphan was a day behind us" | |
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"Your Captain insulted me, by- by-" Anne got angry, and could see a red mist starting to color her vision. She took a deep breath, and tried to relax, "He said several lewd things to me - I'll not repeat them here. He would not take a hint, so I had to beat him up... and he still doesn't get it!" "She tried to strangle him," one soldier said, "we, uh, happened to be hiding in these bushes nearby, so we stopped her." | |
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Davendrall sighed "If he wasn't such a good knife thrower..." Davendrall daydreamed of all the glorious ways she could torture and kill him "Mmmmmm...so many possibilities" She shook her head "Oh yeah! What the hell did you say to him! He just came up to be and told me he knows about 'my feelings' for him, and that he only has eyes for you. What the hell did you say!?" | |
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"I told him I thought you were interested in him..." She paused. "Judging by your anger right now, I guess I was wrong. I did kinda think you were interested in him, from how you reacted when he started complimenting me." | |
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"I wasn't jealous over him! Nevermind. Anyway, I told you yesterday, I'm not interested in men" | |
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Anne was starting to calm down, and felt a little light-headed and tired, as she always felt after a battle - though it was unusual that she had gotten in to that state when she wasn't in an actual battle. "Well, he'll be insufferable, I'm sure, but you should be glad he doesn't actually like you... no telling what he'll try to do now." She sighed. "Anyway, I'm hungry... is there any food around here? And I'd like to hear more about that letter Ain sent you." She yawned, "Then maybe get some rest... preferably with a knife under my pillow and a sword close by." | |
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"Well...Ain wants a duel...but I told her...no...naughty...im suppose to be going to some form of war...but then she was like...no your not...and started insulting me...and I was like...yes I am...go away...you smell like fish...then she was like...no I don't I smell like onions...and thats pretty much it. As for the matter of Andre, I think I just knocked him out...anyway...I'll make sure he leaves you alone" Davendrall did a little angry determined face "Ima get some sleep now. Goodnight Anneliese" Davendrall yawned, and walked out of the woods. I am going to kill Andre, she thought. In a very amusing, evil, and painful way. Davendrall sighed. She felt very confused over lots of things. Why was she getting so jealous of Andre? Anneliese hated him. And why was she not drunk? I need some wine | |
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"Goodnight." Anne said in reply. After Davendrall had left, a messenger appeared with a letter, then ran off through the underbrush as soon as she had taken it from him. Anne opened the letter, curious. "Dear Aunt Anne..." The letter began, and Anneliese sighed. "It figures that it would be another one of those stupid questions... Damn Davendrall and her paper..." As she read further, she frowned, then started to twitch. She crumpled the paper into a ball, and threw it away. "Ick..." It was definitely not a good day. "Let's go, troop." She motioned to the soldiers around her, "We need to get ready to move out tomorrow... and I need to go wash my hands." She twitched again, then ran off to the nearest source of water. | |
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"No wonder you feel lightheaded - you're running around with an open wound! Blood loss can-" The healer was suddenly interrupted by a long, drawn-out sigh. "I did not come here to receive a lecture. If I wanted that, I would have written to my mother." The healer with black and gray-streaked hair frowned, and turned his attention to cleaning and bandaging the wound. "Very well." | |
For the next part to the thrilling Adventures of One Drunk and her Rabbit read Chapter 4
