Grungle
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Post by Grungle on Jan 8, 2013 18:06:41 GMT -5
Grungle heard his friends voice their dismay after Ivaak punched the mole until it's insides stopped working. They must have not been listening when Grungle explained his Best-Friend sense, he was sure he had made it quite clear. So he explained it to them, "Mole killed from Grungle so now Grungle know that mole is in place and where place am." He waved his hand in a gesture to have them follow. "Follow, Grungle knows hiding spot house!"
Grungle got low into a almost crouching stance, the traditional scouting stance. He began making his way through the labyrinth, hoping his friends would soon follow, there was no time to wait when Santa was on the line.
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ivaak
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Post by ivaak on Jan 8, 2013 20:28:43 GMT -5
Ivaak was a bit confused at Grungle’s first statement, but “Grungle knows hiding spot house” was something Ivaak could follow (literally!). Now that they had dealt with the secret police’s scouting force, Ivaak and his comrades could now attack their secret base without the villains knowing what hit them! Ivaak was glad that Grungle had the ability to sniff out secret police; as long as Ivaak had Grungle on his side, the secret police would never get the chance to succeed with their sneaky ways!
Ivaak followed Grungle and let him lead the way. Ivaak wouldn’t need to get up front again until they had found the secret police’s house. Then, Ivaak would do the knocking, and by knocking, I don’t mean knocking on the door until someone kindly opens it, I mean knocking on the moles until the pressure of the punches kindly opens their ribcages.
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Elias
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Post by Elias on Jan 9, 2013 14:54:25 GMT -5
Elias shrugged at Grungle's words. He could make no more sence of it, than Ivaak could. All that really mattered was that Grungle seemed to know where more moles were. If he knew where they were keeping Santa, well that was a bonus.
Elias crouched down next to Grungle. He wasn't quite sure why they were crouching, because between the three of them they had probably made enough noise to wake the entire 'adventure hole' but when in Rome do as the crazy bug man do.
He walked next to the bug man, shield leading the way, just in case any sneaky moles decided to jump them.
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Grungle
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Post by Grungle on Jan 9, 2013 16:12:46 GMT -5
Grungle scouted more, following the trail laid before him. He was close to the moles now, he was sure, his best freind sense was never wrong. Unfortunately it was not pinpoint accurate, so Grungle had to also rely on his natural tracking skills, at least partially. passed a few caves and side-rooms, but he was not yet close enough to be sure it was the right place. His friends were following him closely, filling him with confidence. If he had to fight to save Christmas, he was ready to do it.
Grungle came upon a cave where his best freind sense was strong, a thin hall cut into the rock, where two men can stand abreast, thin light coming from the end of it. Grungle moved down the hall and peaked around the corner and saw, "Santa!" He was there, slummed against the wall in a cave littered with presents and candy! There was some mole poop in the corner but that didn't mean anything when there was so much candy!
The man was unconscious, but before Grungle went over to check him he heard something, skittering coming towards the opening. He saw them enter the hallway leading to the cave; "Moles!" Five of them.
Grungle had no idea what they ever did to alert the Moles.
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ivaak
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Post by ivaak on Jan 9, 2013 18:28:32 GMT -5
Ivaak took in the amount of presents and candy this Santa man had when they reached the spot Grungle had sniffed out. It was no wonder the secret police wanted this man arrested; he had a lot of stuff that he wasn’t sharing with the government by the government’s definition of sharing, which in Ivaak’s homeland meant stealing the stuff and kicking the original owner in the beak. Ivaak sometimes thought that the secret police used a defective dictionary, but he wasn’t entirely sure.
Ivaak stopped thinking about the faults of dictionaries (such as not recognizing “shinies” as a noun) when Grungle gave the warning. Five moles? That was…Ivaak didn’t feel like doing math, but that was at least twice as many as before. Probably. Regardless of the math, Ivaak decided that delay would be bad, and without warning, charged into the pack of moles, and punched out the lead one’s teeth.
“CAW!”[/i]
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Elias
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Post by Elias on Jan 12, 2013 18:56:24 GMT -5
Huh. Well whaddya know, Santa was kidnapped by moles and drug into the adventure ho—Labyrinth. Well now Elias had officially seen everything.
Well not really. He’d yet to see a flying two-headed pygmy tree-hopper, but at that moment Elias wasn’t thinking about probably mythical beasts. He was more concerned about the definitely real moles charging towards him.
He moved towards the entrance of the alcove, and braced himself, allowing a mole to crash into his shield
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Grungle
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Post by Grungle on Jan 12, 2013 22:45:32 GMT -5
The Moles poured into the gap meeting their front line, with a dull whump from Ivaak's punch and a less dull clack of the claws from the Mole's claws hitting against Elias's shield. Good, his front was secure, time to throw. Grungle grabbed a rock that was like a jagged spear-tip and threw it end over end so it embedded itself into a Mole near the back of the line's arm.
After this successful shot Grungle saw that the melee in front of him was going to soon block any more clear shots. There was not enough room to get straight shots in. Luckily, Grungle was an experienced thrower, with thousands of hours of throwing experience. He stared throwing his stock round rocks past his allies heads towards the ceiling of the tunnel, bouncing them down into the heads of the Moles. Glancing hits, but likely enough to assist his capable allies in valiantly pulping the moles. If they had less time to react their sharp claws would be less of a threat in these tight places.
He turned for a second to face Santa "No think badness Santa, we rescue you for make flying for happy!" He resumed sending rocks rebounding into the Mole's heads with sharp twacks as they bounced at high velocity speeds off the ceiling.
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ivaak
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Post by ivaak on Jan 14, 2013 16:16:04 GMT -5
Ivaak was not aware of the assistance of his allies; in mob battles like these, it was best to just fight until everyone on one side stopped moving and trust your allies to do well. Ivaak did however notice that rocks had started to fall on the enemies and that he was not being clawed at by all five moles, and had Ivaak not been in battle frenzy mode, he might have put two and two together to realize that the rocks were being thrown by Grungle and that some of the moles were bouncing off of Elias’s shield.
However, all Ivaak could process at the moment was that secret police were clawing at him, and they needed to die fast. The now-toothless mole directly in front of Ivaak received a more powerful fist between the eyes, falling to the ground and not moving. Two of its fellow moles moved up to attack Ivaak, but one of them got delayed by a flying rock to the face. The other, however, slashed Ivaak, which was painful, but then more painful for the mole when a vengeful fist hit the mole’s wrist with a loud crack.
"CAW![/i]"
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Elias
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Post by Elias on Jan 17, 2013 22:08:44 GMT -5
One mole and then another crashed into Elias’ shield. Despite the force he stood strong and tried to stem the flow of secret police from their dark, dank headquarters. Or something. Elias couldn’t keep up with this shit anymore. There were moles. He made sure they ran into his shields. They tried to claw his face. Wham bam thank you ma’am.
When Elias shifted, he heard something clinking in his bag. Oh right, in his excitement he’d almost forgotten about the bottle he’d received from the bartender (fairly decent vodka given to him after Grungle had tried ‘smiling’ at the bartender).
Huh, that could be very useful.
Or he could just drink it. He and Santa were going to need it after tonight.
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Grungle
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Post by Grungle on Jan 18, 2013 0:39:37 GMT -5
Grungle continued to rain rocks upon the enemy, bouncing them off the ceiling into the moles. At this point there was not much else he could do to assist his allies at this point.
That was when one of the moles craching into Elias's shield exposed it's ugly rage decorated face. Grungle had no time to aim a killer shot, like no shot ever was, no time to even squint and line up trajectory. Thousands of hours of practice took over, and Grungle just hoped that it would work. He palmed a rock, ball shaped but with a trapezoid emerging from one end as if trying to escape from it's spherical prison, and cocked back his arm, his muscles tensing, stretched like hard elastic. He then shot his arm forward at alarming speeds, releasing the rock at the apex, sending it toward the flailing, violent mole. The shot flew true, whistling merrily as it did so, into the edge of the moles eye, it's intense velocity combined with the thickness of the edge of the creatures eye-sockets bouncing it thought the eye into the brain. A hard clunk! was heard as the mole's head jerked back, the rock finding the back of his think-case and likely bouncing back to settle somewhere in the middle of it. The mole reeled backward for a moment, putting his freind behind him at a momentary disadvantage, for only 3 steps before it's body gave out with a quick jerky twitch and flopped pathetically, vaguely fish-like, to the hard dungeon floor.
A Thrower was a mere nusience? Grungle thought not. Grungle smiled. "I make good shot in think! You see Santa?! See?!"
Santa merely replied "Where... who's... I'll get it *hic*." Santa was likely speaking to Grungle in code. If only he could speak elvish.
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ivaak
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Post by ivaak on Jan 19, 2013 13:03:44 GMT -5
Ivaak grabbed the mole he was fighting by its broken wrist and pulled it towards him, stretching out his other fist to meet its face halfway. What resulted was the mole’s body moving forward while its head was being pushed backward. The mole’s neck made a noise and Ivaak noticed that the head was now at a funny angle. Ivaak was trying to decide if this was some new technique developed by the secret police when he noticed that the mole wasn’t really moving. Two down, three to…wait, no. Ivaak saw the one that had a Grungle-based rock go through its eye wasn’t moving, and redid the count. That was three not-moving moles. That meant two left, but Ivaak counted again just to make sure. Yes! He was right; living with capitalists really did improve your math smarts!
Ivaak charged one of the remaining moles so Elias would only have to deal with one. (Was that right math? Counting said yes.) Unfortunately, Ivaak lost his footing at the most comical moment possible, and his charge at the mole resulted in what was not so much a tackle as it was a crash. For the moment, both Ivaak and the mole were dazed.
“…caw…”
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Elias
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Post by Elias on Jan 26, 2013 18:31:35 GMT -5
Elias stopped pondering about the bottles in his bag to realize that another mole had died and also that Ivaak was currently on the ground. Elias did not know much about the work ethics of ex-Communists, but he could guess that the tengu wasn’t sleeping on the job.
Unless it was a ploy to lure the secret police into a false sense of security.
Honestly, that made about as much sense as anything else that had happened tonight, so Elias decided to just go with it. He thrust the last mole away and turned on the mole that had fallen. With a little grunt, he plunged his sword into the neck of the fallen mole. Let’s see the secret police try to redistribute that.
Elias did not have much time to lord his victory for capitalism over the dead mole, as its buddy decided this would be a great time to tackle him. The two crashed unceremoniously to the ground on top of Ivaak and the dead mole.
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Grungle
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Post by Grungle on Jan 26, 2013 20:35:09 GMT -5
Grungle saw the dire need of his comrades in their struggle against the remaining mole. It was battered and bloodied and struggling with Elias, so Grungle valiantly attacked it with his awesome might. He rolled it off of Elias and than beat it again and again and again with a rock, hitting it with his rock over and over until it's face broke. He felt it's essence of friendship flow into his mind as the mole spasmed and died.
Grungle raised up from the ground, his vest spattered in ichor. He looked at his friends, they looked good, in a not dead way. He went to check on Santa, "Santa! Santa! We must go! For Christmas and fly! Be good want of Grungle!"
"... Are you a costume?" the man asked, puzzling Grungle. Grungle began untying him.
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ivaak
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Post by ivaak on Feb 3, 2013 22:52:07 GMT -5
Ivaak stood up, dusting his feathers (no pun intended; just kidding, all the pun intended). He looked down at the brutally murdered secret police, pleased with the work he and his comrades had done. The secret police had finally been beaten (again), as they would undoubtedly be beaten again in the future (not these specific moles, but other secret police members). Fortunately, Ivaak had only sustained minor injuries, and his friends had done well for themselves, too.
Now that the secret police had been dealt with, there was only one matter to deal with: rescuing Santa from the ditch. As Grungle untied the fellow, Ivaak felt confused. Santa didn’t look like someone who would be carrying intelligence dangerous to the communist state, but that was probably what made him such a good spy. That bright red outfit…refuge in audacity, a brilliant spy tactic. Not to mention he had a bunch of containers that may have been filled with shinies.
Ivaak felt happy.
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Elias
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Post by Elias on Feb 14, 2013 0:02:23 GMT -5
"Son of a-" Elias yelled when Grungle attacked the last soon to be deceased mole. He scrambled to his feet and stood next to Ivaak- the saner(?)-member of the two, as the bug man beat the mole into a bloody pulp. It was horrifying, yet Elias couldn't look away.
Sort of like a train wreck.
Or this entire mission.
The moles neutralized, Elias decided to brave standing next to Grungle, and help... uh... 'Santa'. Grungle seemed to be on top of untying him, so Elias decided to tend to the man's mental health.
"Yes," he said, lying in response to the man's question, "Yes he is. It's very strange."
Sometimes, it's better if you lie to a person, then tell them the horrible, horrible truth.
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