[Mkguild] Story Number 10

[Mark Ewing]

Here is my tenth story about my feline. I had a lot of fun writing this
story with Chris O'Kane. I hope that you guys have as much fun reading this
as I did writing it.

 Joy of the Hunt


 Oberon Snowcat


 When we finally returned from our patrol, three days late because of that
thrice cursed lutin mage, I was getting antsy to repair my armour, my
borrowed brigandine didn't fit all that well across the chest and shoulders
and it lacked the protection that my own armour had. As soon as I reached my
own room I pulled off all of my heavy equipment, put on my normal clothes
and sword belt before I grabbed my armour and headed into my forge room. I
slowly pulled appart the thread seams on both sides of the chest peice and
pulled it away to reveal that chain mail underneath. Before I did anything
to the chain mail I unfastened the metal plate on the right hand side of the
chest and looked at the hardened leather underneath. Both the plate and the
underlying leather were both ruined, though they had done their job and
saved my life. The chain mail wasn't in much better shape, the small chain
rings in an area about five centimetres around that had been over my heart
were fused into a large lump of shapeless metal. I had to break close to one
hundred of the tiny chain rings in order to get the misshapen lump of metal
out of its place in the shirt. The soft leather underneath also had to have
a section replaced, though the size of the hole in the underlayer was small,
roughly the same size as the hole that had been made in my chest. I rubbed
the bandage that was still covering the small wound that remained. I had
been lucky, the energy blast that had gotten through all of my armour hadn't
managed to penetrate very far, one of my thick ribs had blocked the
remaining ergs of energy from hitting my heart. Not that didn't hurt, and
worse still my native healing ability was being very slow about dealing with
this injury. That was the problem with magic, I didn't have much in the way
of defenses against it other than my armour. When I had reported to George
he had told me, quite bluntly, that I was off duty until after the trial, or
when my wound had healed. Well this was as good a time as any to repair my
own armour and make those arrows that I had promised Drift I would make for
Misha. Not that I minded doing anything for the fox, as far as I could tell
he was a good person, not without his own charisma either, considering that
people were quite willing to follow him. Drift was also a person I didn't
mind helping either, since we were in just about the same situation, meaning
that we were both very well adapted to cold weather, but we suffered in
doing what we liked in the summer because of our dignity and our fur. Luckly
Misha had helped both of us adapt by giving us an object that was enchanted
to keep us cool in even the worst heat imaginable. However I would have to
leave the repairs to my armour, and the manufacturing of arrows to tomorrow,
I was almost at the limit of my endurance. I placed the armour on the anvil
and turned down the lamp and headed into bed where I could get a full
night's rest.

The sun was alread streaming into my window when I finally managed to rouse
myself, I had work to do today, but I had to keep my priorities straight, I
needed to eat. I grabbed my light belt, though I made the point of taking my
broadsword off of the belt and replacing it with the Claw of the Dragon. Now
that I could carry it without any discomfort I wanted to keep it with me at
all times. It had some rather gruesome things that it did to those who
weren't members of my own family who tried to wield it. Once it and my
shortsword, three throwing knives, and dagger were properly attached to my
belt I threw on my cloak and headed for my favorite mess facitliy.

After I finished breakfast I went back to my place where I had stored
several barrels that contained all of the things that I needed to make the
arrows that Misha needed, so I got down to work with a few quick movements.

Five and a half hours later I put down the final shaft, fletched and nocked
before I headed to the mess hall again to pick up some food before I carried
on with the forging of the arrowheads themselves. That would be a long and
labour intesive proposition, though I was looking forward to it for some
reason.

I'm not sure how much later it was but when I placed the final finished
arrowhead into the tub of water that I was tempering them in I was begining
to feel a little tired. I slowly turned the spigot of the trough to the
drain and watched as the water flowed away to reveal two hundred and fifty
finished arrowheads, they still had to be sharpened and attached to the
arrows, but that could come tomorrow when I wasn't tired. I had just turned
out he lamp and banked the fires in the forge when there was a knock on the
door I answered it to see a bemused and exhasperated fox standing there

"Oberon do you have any idea what time it is right now?" I shook my head and
rubbed my eyes before I replied

"No I'm afraid I don't Misha, I just finished the arrowheads though they
still need to be attached to the shafts and sharpened." He gave a sigh and
rolled his eyes in a manner that was almost a prayer to his god to help him
before he pointed out

"Oberon it is four thirty in the damn morning. Have you been working on this
project all night? Isn't that what you bought my clock for, to tell you what
time it is?" I shook my head in chagrin before I remembered something that
one of my own Blademaster's had taught me when I was a mere Apprentice
Bladesman. 'A true Blademaster heeds no outside influence, even that of time
when he's working, only when he is finished his work will he sleep.' I
looked at Misha for a moment more before I slowly told him about the saying
and the truth that was implied in it. He had no recourse except to shake his
head in bemusement as I also told him that now that I wasn't working I
wanted to get some sleep. With that said I politely bade him good morning
before I closed the door, turned down the lamp, got out of my clothing and
went to bed.

I woke up much later, from the light coming in through the drape covered
window it was early afternoon. I checked my clock to see that it had just
chimed the hour, one-o-clock in the afternoon. I felt refreshed from the
sleep and stretched before I got dressed to go down and take care of a
couple of things that I had put off for a couple of hours. I needed to eat
something and I needed to stop by Coe's Infirmary to have him look at the
wound in my chest. When Coe saw the wound he shook his head, and said

"Mr. Naharél you seem to come to me on a regular basis."

 "It all comes with the job Mr. Coe, a warrior tends to acumulate injuries
throughout his or her career. If a warrior didn't get injured in the conduct
of his trade then he or she isn't much of a warrior." He shook his head

 "I guess that it means that I'm going to end up patching you back together
every time you get injured."

 "I'll do my best not to get injured Mr. Coe but as I pointed out I will be
here from time to time for you to put me back together again." he shook his
head again as he checked the bandage on my chest, then in a professional
tone of voice he said

 "This wound appears to be healing nicely, you should be able to practise
again today or tommorow, though you will have to take it easy for a little
while, no extensive drills with weapons." I nodded my head in understanding.
I knew what a doctor meant by those words, I had to take it easy for the
next few days, but that didn't mean that I couldn't do any drills, I just
had to make sure that I didn't work out too much or I would risk hurting
myself. Once he finished examining me and sent me home, I got back home and
went out right away to the practice field with only the weapons I was
carrying. Just as I was about to reach the field I ran into Misha, the
leader of the Long Scouts. He looked at me and shook his head before he
noticed the Claw of the Dragon sheathed at my side, its heart shaped ruby
glowed with its own inner light. After a moment he pointed to the sword and
said

 "I've never seen a blade like that one before."

 "I don't think that very many people in this part of the world have seen
this blade. It is a weapon from my homeland, it's an heirloom of my family.
It has been passed down from father to son for the past three thousand
years."

 "Impressive. My own axe is over 2000 years old but not as gradly
decorated."

 "Oh this," I indicated the ruby ", it's just the repository of the soul of
this weapon. Other than that this weapon is like all of the other weapons
that my people make, utilitarian and purposeful."

 "Whisper has no decorations at all on it. Not even a craftsmans marking.
She is pure black."

 "Sounds like my kind of weapon, simple and to the point." Misha gave a yip
of laughter. "She is many things but not simple. Few people understand just
how powerful she really is."

"Sorry I should've put it another way, considering the fact that this
sword," I indicated my long-sword ",is probably similar in many ways, he has
great power." Misha nodded.

 "I can understand that. May I hold it?" he asks. I shook my head vehemently
before I replied

 "He won't let anyone who isn't a direct descendant of his creator wield
him, or even hold him. Though I can show him to you." I carefully pulled the
shimmering mithral blade out of its scabbard and held it so that the fox
could see it.

 "I understand. She can be vey picky about who touches her. And she has a
nasty way of dealing with those she doesn't like." He bends forward to get a
closer look at the blade.

 "This sword has a rather permanent way of dealing with those that it
doesn't like."

 "Oh? What method is that?" the fox asks being sure to keep his distance.

 "Well anyone who touches him that isn't a member of my imediate family
usually ends up getting cooked from the inside, it isn't a pretty thing to
see Sir."

"Nasty but effective. SHE tends to drink the very life from a person in a
most public and terrifying way."

 "That is an interesting way to kill someone, also very effective. When I'm
wielding him in a fight though he just tends to go through just about
anything that I swing him at. I once used him to chop down a tree that was
three feet around in one swing." Misha shivered.

 "I've only seen her do it twice. It's something you never forget. No matter
how hard you try."

 "That's for sure. I was going down to the practice field, Coe told me that
I should take it easy today." I opened my vest to reveal the bandage that I
was still wearing on my chest to cover the small wound that still remained
from when the mage had hit me with his spell.

"How are you doing? I heard you were hit by a spell that would have killed a
smaller person." the fox asked.

 "My armour took most of the spell, I have to remake it as soon as I get a
chance. The left chestplate, the hardened leather which the plate was
mounted on, the chain mail underneath, and the soft leather undershirt were
all damaged. When I first got hit I was knocked out, I guess I came to
roughly seven hours later in Glen Avery."

 "Armour can be replaced. A person can't. Everyone thought you'd die. Few
people can survive that powerful a spell."

"Well made armour can help you survive in a situation when you would
otherwise be dead. I'm glad that my armour did its job this time."

 "Me too my friend," he said and gingerly touched the bandage on my chest.
"But be careful from now on. First rule of a Long Scout - Kill the mages
first."

 "This one was hiding in the bushes while Lieutenant Jonah and I were
eliminating his archers. If I had seen him earlier I would've been all to
happy to kill him."

 "Ah. I see. It'd always the unseen threat that's the worst."

 "That it is, that it is. What're you doing down here right now? I don't see
your bow, or your axe for that matter."

 "I was just going to do a little exercise in my full fox form." Misha
explained.

 "What's that like? I only got once chance to try out my full form and that
was when I was infiltrating that lutin camp more than a month ago, though
that was some fun."

 "You've never tried your full animal form? It's truely liberating. There is
a freedom I can't explain."

 "I tried it once, I just told you, when I was infiltrating that lutin camp
the night before you found me in that box canyon surrounded by lutins."
Misha shook his head.

 "That was under stress. You need to try it when there aren't people trying
to kill you. Like right now." I shrugged my shoulders and undid the rest of
the vest, my belt and my kilt before I stood in front of him completely
naked, not that there was anything to hide, my fur already took care of that
for me. I closed my eyes an let the calm take me before I willed the shift.
Before I shifted too much I said

 "I hope this as good as you say it is." Misha stepped backward a few paces
as I completed the change.

"Wow! You are impressive and scary. You are one huge cat!" I looked at him
and set both of my hind paws behind me before I leaped over the startled fox
in a single bound. He cringed instinctively. "That's amazing I've never seen
anyone jump that high!" The tip of my tail waved in the air happily before I
turned and gave him a look that said come and get me, before I headed
towards the town, that was being rebuilt, in the outer ward. Behind me I
heard the fox say

"OH! You want to race do you!" I reached the outer ward and jumped onto the
nearest roof, which gave me the advantage, since I knew that he couldn't
jump like that. I followed the rooftops until I could jump over to the top
of the curtain wall. I actully had to wait until I found place where I could
have healthy landing before I jumped off of the wall. From there I made my
way through Euper, again using the rooftops to my advantage before I headed
out into the fields where the Equinox Festival had taken place. This wasn't
where I wanted to be, an open field with the fox behind me. In the wild the
fox would be the one watching his tail because of my form, but here we were
just playing a game, one that I intended to win. At the base of the hill was
the river, it had yet to get the full effect of the spring flood and thus
was faily low, I jumped as far as I could to get across it but I only
managed to get about three quarters of the way. That was no real problem, I
was a strong swimmer, I had known how to swim since I was a little boy, here
though I was using my full animal body and the swimming ability that came
naturally to a snow tiger. Once I was across the river I headed for the
trees of the forest where I knew I could find a good place to hide, or make
my trail as confusing as possible. I would soon need a place to hide since
my form had limited endurance. With my great strength also came the weakness
of low endurance. Right now I was moving though the trees at a resonable
rate, one that I could maintain for quite some time, but earlier I had used
a great deal of strength to get out of Metamor and Euper. Then I found
myself a perfect hiding place, a stand of white birch trees, which perfectly
matched my own colouration. Within moments I was laying on the ground beside
one of the trees using the dappled pattern that it threw on the ground to
further hide my presence. As I sat there regaining my breath and my strength
I thought 'Try and find me now fox.' Some time later I noticed Misha come
walking through the bushes, though I could tell from the way he looked that
he couldn't see where I was. This was amusing but I knew that he would
eventually would get close enough to spot me. I had to remain perfectly
still, to avoid detection, though my traitorious tail seemed like it wanted
to remain in motion. After some effort I was able to quiet that part of my
body. I watched as the small fox walked around the grove sniffing the air
trying to pick up my scent.

 "I know you're around here kitty cat." His posture almost shouted. As he
got closer to me I bunched up my hindquarters and waited until he was within
range, then I pounced, rolling the fox over with one paw and pinning him
gently with the other. He shifted his form almost instantly and shouted

 "Dammit you really scared me! You know that you overgrown pussy cat." I
climbed off of him and shifted my own form before I replied

 "Sorry, but the ambush is something that comes naturally to me."

 "So I see. I think it's more the warrior then the tiger." Misha comments.
"You are very good at stealthly hunting."

 "I've learned a lot over the past thirty years, and a lot more back when I
still lived with my own people."

 "I see. I think you'll make a fine scout here at the Keep."

 "George has said as much, though he said that he intends to test me to see
just how capable I really am."

 "I know he will. And I'll be watching closely too. Perhaps I can use you
too." he said cryptically, though I had an inkling of what he meant.

 "That would be interesting, lots of enemies, good fighting comrades, and a
real ability to make an impact, my style of fighting."

 "I can't tell you more just how dangerous it would be. The missions will be
mostly deep into the Giantdowns."

 "Sounds fun."

 "I'm serious Oberon. Where we go there are no allies and lots of dangers.
But I think you'll do good."

 "Well we should give it a try some time."

 "Soon enough. But before then I have to be sure of just how good you are. I
need to be sure."

 "Ok I'll make sure that I do my best out there."

 "That's all I can ask. Do your best. I'm sure you'll do good. But George
and me WILL run you ragged."

 "Running me ragged will take a bit of doing. By the way don't you think
that we should be getting back to the keep, my clothes are still lying on
the ground in the practice field." Misha chuckled.

 "I thought you enjoyed walking around in public stark naked."

 "Not really, the only time I will do it is when I am in my full form, what
about you? You aren't exactly wearing anything right now."

 "True but I'm used to it and I came out to exercise this way remember. But
let's get back and recover our clothes." I nodded and then quickly shifted
back to my larger animal form. "Mind if catch a ride?" The fox asked before
he shifted. When Misha shifted I noted the fact that he wasn't much higher
up on me than my elbow on my foreleg he glanced up at me and then leapt onto
the my broad back. It felt a little unusual to be ridden like that but I
could quite easily tolerate it because after all he really wasn't all that
much of a burden. When I reached the bank of the river I looked up at the
fox sitting on my back and let my eyes tell him that he would have to swim
the river just like I would have to. Misha hopped off and took his morph
form before he said

"AK! You mean this ride doesn't come with a ferry? Well in that case I want
to be a lot larger for swiming this river." My tail-tip twitched in a silent
laugh as I bunched up my hindquarters and leaped as far as I could, reaching
about three quarters of the way across before I contented myself with
swimming the rest of the distance. That water was COLD, I felt it even
through my thick fur, though I really didn't bother me all that much. When I
reached the other bank I turned around and watched as Misha hesitated for a
moment before he slowly slipped into the ice cold water. "That's COLD!" he
shouted as he begins to swim the river. I shook the excess water from my fur
and watched as the morphic Misha swam across the river, He was shivering by
the time he climbed out of the water. Misha shook himself dry. Then he
reverted to his smaller animal form and nimbly leapt onto my back once more.
Once the fox had regained his position on my back, between my shoulder
blades, I made my way towards the keep at a leisurely pace. When I reached
the town gate of Euper though the two guards actually barred our way. The
fox reluctantly hoped off of my back and shifted back to his larger two
legged form before he asked in an inocent tone. "Why are you standing in our
way?" When Misha asked that question the two guard's eyes almost bulged out
of their heads and they fell over each other trying to offer more an more
elaborate apologies. By the time we finally got through the gate the tip of
my tail was almost invisible in my silent laughter. "That was fun," Misha
commented as he walked forward, staying even with my shoulder in his morohic
form. Then he noticed my tail-tip which was still waving with my silent
laughter before he said "Your tail is imitating the pendulum on one of my
clocks." That only made me laugh in a more exaggerated manner, this fox was
trying to make me laugh. "And now it's moving even faster! You sure that
tail of yours doesn't have a mind of it's own?" As soon as we reached the
inner ward I shifted form and held my aching ribs as I roared with laughter.
"I like you Oberon. You have a great sense of humor." Between guffaws I
managed to say

 "You were trying to make me laugh since the river, by the way are you still
a little cold?"

 "I've dried off and I'm not so cold anymore but lets collect out clothes
and get back inside. I nodded my head and went over to where Misha had, in a
move of consideration, placed my clothes in a neat bundle on a bench, pulled
on my kilt, grabbed my belt and belted it about my waist, and finally put on
my leather vest and cloak last of all. By this time I was managing to get
control of my laughter.

 "You were having fun there weren't you?" He chuckled before he replied

 "Oh yes! I love rattling people once in a while. Keeps them on their toes.
and it gives me some laughs."

 "Did you expect me to laugh like that back there?"

 "I wanted to see what type of sense of humor you have. I like a person who
is willing to laugh."

 "I don't mind a good laugh, even though I don't find something that causes
one very often. Well maybe I should finish attaching all of those heads to
those arrows that I made yesterday."

 "A good sense of humor keeps a person healthy. oh and I need them as soon
as you can make them," Misha replied.

 "Very well than I must get going, since those arrowheads won't attach
themselves to the shafts by themselves."

 "Good. You make them and we'll make sure they get used to kill lots of
lutins." He commented.

 "Certainly sir, these will be among the best arrows that you could probably
get." with that said I turned and headed for my room. The afternoon had been
highly enjoyable, and higly educational as well. I had managed to learn a
little about myself, and the Misha the fox. However, now I had to go back
and finish the arrows that I had promised to make. On my way back to my room
I passed Snow's Tinsmithy to see a new sign hanging from hooks higher up in
the wall, if fact it was high enough for me not to bang my skull on it. The
next time I ran into Drift I would have to thank him for that small
courtesy. When I reached my own apartments I took off my cloak and hung it
on one of the hooks by the door before I went into the forge room and began
finishing arrows, attaching the heads and sharpening them to a razor-sharp
point. Hopefully George and Misha would appreciate this small favour, since
it was still going to take some time to take care of. Once I finished the
arrows then I had the matter of repairing my armour. I didn't want to go out
on patrol without armour that I knew that I could rely on. Well for now
though I had to work on the arrows, 'what fun.'
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