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Even Finn was caught off guard with how aggressively Swift closed ground. The foxkit did his best to not show his surprise, and raised his sword in both paws to meet the older todd. He swung into the blow, hoping to knock Swift off his centerline -- but their blades locked together, catching at...

There! Finn felt his sword tip lodge into the stoat's side. It was a cheap shot to be sure, but cheap worked. But before Finn could blink, the wooden edge of Gyles' sword was at his throat. The foxkit flinched backward, knowing instantly the duel was over. Off balance, he wobbled as he tried to...

Woodlander Coalition Forces (WCF) [ 17 HP ]Vulpine Supremacists [ 19 HP ]Chaos Goblins [ 3 HP ]Poor Bystanders [ 2 HP ] Finnian [ 1 / 3 HP ] (-1)1x NPC [ 1 / 24 HP ] (-13, Fleeing)Korya [ 3 / 3 HP ]Dr. Amatis [ 0 / 3 HP ] (-2) Calara [ 0 / 3 HP ] (-3) Griblo [ 0 / 3 HP ] (-1) Evva [ 1 / 3...

First blood? First blood!? First blood was trickling down Finn's snoot, Swifttail! In all honesty, Finn hadn't anticipated the blow actually landing. In his mind, Swifttail was older -- and therefore faster, stronger, and invulnerable compared to a little kit. But there Swift was, on his knees...

Finn wasn't too happy to be whomping his mates with a billy club. As eager as he was to be one of the crew, he still felt out of place as Aide de Camp, and he still hadn't finished his copy of "From Deckhand to Despot: A Sailor's Guide to Leading Those Who Still Remember You Vomiting Over the...

Finn could sense the anxiety. The grin on his face grew even wider, and his tail flagged behind him reassuringly. The mood had to be titrated carefully... too much stress all at once would be ruinous, but too little would break her focus, and the gig would be up! "Naaaawww, naaw you aren't gonna...

The young todd had a remarkable sense of observation at times, noticing subtle details that others might miss. But usually, they were physical things -- a knot that wasn't tied right, a bandage that was about to come loose. Emotions and other subtleties more easily went over his head. He trotted...

Finn's eyes locked with Elliot's, and the foxkit quickly drew near to the mouse. For the moment, he forgot all the pains of being bumped from his position. Patient morale was his specialty, and even Arthur wouldn't begrudge the kit this duty. "Hey~!" he said cheerfully, kneeling down to the...

Finn started as Alwyn touched his paw comfortingly. With all the chaos, conflict, and training they'd been through together, Finn had become somewhat familiar with the older todd. Like the crew on the Hide, he was a working beast -- and Finn had started to look at him through a fraternal lens...

Finn's muzzle split into a grin, readily picking up on the banter. "Oho, so yooou're the reason the rigging broke?" he asked, tail flagging playfully behind him. "You tellin' me yer bringin' bad luck with ya?" Now sailors were a superstitious lot, and such an accusation was perhaps a little...

Finn stared at Cricket, as if she'd just grown a third nostril. "Course they come with cakes!" he said matter of factly. But then he hesitated. Cricket was, like him, an orphan. Though he had suffered hard times, it had never occurred to him that Cricket had never enjoyed a nameday cake. The...

WELL. He might have been phased a little. The armor he was dressed in protected his torso, arms, and head wonderfully. His joints, knuckles, and head however? Gates -- how it smarted when he got whacked there! And Swift's sword came crashing down right on his snoot. Finn let out a rather...

The Winter of 1765 [Active] The Frost Fair of 1765 Summary: Finn gets involved in yet another wintery battle, and leads a regiment of woodlanders in a life-or-death snowball fight for Bully Harbor.

Woodlander Coalition Forces (WCF) [ 17 HP ]Vulpine Supremacists [ 19 HP ]Chaos Goblins [ 3 HP ]Poor Bystanders [ 2 HP ] Finnian [ 3 / 3 HP ] (-1, +3 REZ)7x NPC [ 14 / 24 HP ] (-4)Korya [ 3 / 3 HP ]Dr. Amatis [ 0 / 3 HP ] (-2) Calara [ 3 / 3 HP ] Griblo [ 0 / 3 HP ] (-1)Willow Longshanks [ 2...

Finn didn't like the tone in Amnesty's voice. It wasn't motherly, per se. It was gentle and reassuring... and underpinned with a frightning urgency. But at the same time, it sounded as if she were just nudging a friend who'd dozed off at the opera. Finn studied her carefully as they fumbled...