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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Mar 10, 2007 16:39:17 GMT
*Ashnel nods at Regen, and anybeast else would've smiled then at the other's offer. If Regen tags along, there'll be no trouble with Adoni or the newcomer, Silas.*
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Post by Silas on Mar 11, 2007 0:28:50 GMT
Silas merely nods, and follows them under the arch, half limping, half walking. After a while, he thought So, even if this place is named a different name, It's still Reguba hollow, I hope. Deimar wasn't wrong about where they were, at least. He then thought upon the many adventures he's been through, which made him feel several seasons older than he was. He ventured in search of a place where peace reigned, where he could relax and actually hear himself think. A year in the Reguban council along the seaboard up north hadn't improved matters much. "What is Terralux, anyways?" He asked, his tired brain forgetting to ask the question sooner.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Mar 11, 2007 10:16:45 GMT
Terralux: the Earth's light. *Ashnel calls back.* What brings you here, anyway, besides looking for Terragon? *The red squirrel in question has been hurrying around the settlement, pinning notices about the Spring Nameday celebration to every available spot, and, at the sound of her name, makes her way towards Ashnel's voice.* Morning. *She calls, taking in Silas and Ashnel and the others quickly. The leaderess nods to the newcomer.* Now, we've met before haven't we? *Terragon nods again, slowly, almost to herself.* Yes... Silas, isn't it? *Ashnel silently marvels at the red squirrel's ability to remember names. Something, he tells himself. That I'll never be able to do.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Mar 11, 2007 13:59:30 GMT
*Regen smiles at Terragon in a somewhat cocky manner, then looks at Silas for an answer.* *I don't remember anyone called Silas...but Stormsight might, I'll ask her later. If she'll talk to me at all, of course.
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Post by Silas on Mar 11, 2007 18:43:16 GMT
"Yes, my name's Silas. I don't recall meeting you anywhere, though. As for coming here, I'm looking for some peace and quiet. Not really our speciality up north, what with all the gangs roamin' about up near the Eastern Sea." He adjusted his backpack to fit more comfortably on his shoulders. "Oh, By the way, Do you happen to have any open bunks?" The newcomer said, feeling like he could lie down and sleep out in the rain, which now slackened to a drizzle.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Mar 12, 2007 7:57:34 GMT
*Terragon nods.* You could stay in the Tavern until Ashnel can organise a treehouse for you. *She looks pointedly at Ashnel and he nods hurriedly.* Oh, sure. As soon as I can. The treehouse nearest to Starsett Hollow's empty at the moment... I'll sort that out right away - I'll show you to the Tavern, Silas. *Terragon tells the other squirrel, leaving Ashnel to plan out the treehouse to himself.*
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Post by Silas on Mar 13, 2007 1:28:50 GMT
"Thanks." Silas replied as he followed Terragon. "I'll just need a little nap..." He yawns, stretching as he does. Might be nice to actually sleep in a bed... Silas thought, thinking back a week, where he trudged on south, stopping every day or two to rest in the loam under the canopy of trees that was Mossflower woods. A short while later, they arrived at the Tavern.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Mar 13, 2007 17:03:57 GMT
OOC: Your last sentence, Silas, was an autohit. Bear in mind in the future that you cannot control other characters like that. Inside of saying "they arrived at the Tavern", say " he arrived at the Tavern". BIC: *Terragon looks up at the Whispering Willow, and grins at Silas.* What d'ya think? Your new home, Silas - well, at least it is for now, 'til Ashnel can organise something else. *Without waiting for a response, Terragon strides forwards and pushes the door open with her shoulder, as her paws are full of notices about the Spring celebrations still.* OOC: Lyman, Stoakly, Silas - terragon.proboards21.com/index.cgi?board=lbh - Leafback House-Fort
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Mar 14, 2007 13:08:06 GMT
*Regen, who had followed the group in a distracted manner until now, says cheerfully, *The Tavern's a good place to stay. I've had a room here for a while. You should like it. *He steps in behind Terragon and holds the door open for the others, grinning.*
OOC: Well, it wasn't really a bad autohit. Really it isn't an "autohit" in the strictest sense of the word, either. The main point of doing something like that is to make the rp go on a little faster. It keeps everyone from having to state the obvious (since it is pretty obvious that they would arrive at the Tavern.)
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Post by Silas on Mar 14, 2007 19:18:15 GMT
OOC: Well, thanks for defending me, but I still will try to stick back from any G-moddin' in the future.
BIC: Silas walked in the Tavern, and looked around the interior. While examining the Tavern for those few seconds, he couldn't help but feel like he's been here before. He took off his backpack and cloak, which were both soaked. "This place looks like it was more than worth the walk over here." he said, wringing out his cloak. "Now, can anyone tell me where my bed is?" He inquired, blinking in a tired sort of way as he did.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Mar 14, 2007 20:07:08 GMT
OOC: Yeah, fair point. But I've got to be evil and tyrannical, otherwise I'll worry that the same thing that happen on the Valley of Noonvale will happen here. Overrun by idiots... *Shakes head gravely.* EDIT: Sorry, I phrased that really badly. I'm not saying you're an idiot, Silas. BIC: *Terragon glances at Regen for a moment, hiding a smile. Then, the red squirrel turns to Silas and points him to the staircase at the back of the room.* Second door on the right. Regen's is the room next to yours. OOC: Tinsy, I was wondering - is the name Regen purely coincidently? There's a character in "King Lear" by Shakespear.
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Post by Silas on Mar 14, 2007 23:19:49 GMT
OOC: Eh, We're all only human (Or w/e passes for it). 'Sides, it was a late night post.
BIC: "Thanks." Silas picked up his pack, hung up his cloak on one of the racks, and went up the steps. He found the door to be unlocked, and stepped into a welcome sight. The only thing he would want to see was a bed. And there it was. He practically flopped onto the bed, sighing deeply. He lay there, gazed a moment at the ceiling, then fell into a decidedly more comfortable sleep. However, his rest was often plagued by dreams, and by nightmares. As he slept, his neatly bandaged left footpaw twitched as if in a running motion, giving any other beast the impression he was sleeping soundly.
This was not the case in his dream. A battle already fought ran through his mind. Foebeasts by the dozen decsended upon him. He slashed and hacked, his blade dripping blood. He was in the midst of a massive war. Archers shot at spearbeasts, warriors chopped at slingers. Everything was chaos. He yelled as he brought his sword down for what seemed the billionth time. The cries of the dying mingled with the roars of the victorious. the smell of death hung on the air. Silas turned around to find a wildcat shoot an arrow into him. He fell, his dream making it seem forever until he hit the ground.
He came back to reality by the sound of something metallic hitting the wooden floor. He waited until his heart rate settled down, and then examined the source of the noise. While he was sleeping, his tail hung down from the side of the bed. A tail ring was on the floor, still spinning like a coin with almost no energy left. He picked it up, and examined it. A simple gold circle, set with emeralds at regular intervals, it was the only connection he had left to his past. He put it on once more and got up, the afternoon light coming through the window. Heh, sleeping in the daytime. A novel concept. He thought wryly in an attempt to ward off the feeling his dream left upon him.
Judging that he has been rested well enough, Silas got up and proceeded through the bedroom door to the Tavern, taking extra time to stretch stiffened limbs. He came down the steps two at a time, as he always preferred. Landing on the last step, he looked about. The tavern was empty, and provoked a certain unease Silas was all too familiar with. "Hello?" He called out, half-expecting an answer. He didn't recieve one, so he walked out the door to explore Terralux.
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Mar 15, 2007 11:46:28 GMT
OOC: Actually, that is coincidential. I actually named Regen after Aregeni Bren, who is (was?) a character in a Star Wars rp I was doing. They don't act anything alike, though.
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Post by Geordie Brushtail on Apr 7, 2007 15:53:33 GMT
OOC: Silas, please amend your posts to the present tense; the majority of them are in the past tense.
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Post by Silas on Oct 29, 2007 21:48:46 GMT
OOC: To save forum space, I'm posting in the same topic.... Anyways... ...And who knows where I belong, I don't know where to go, But I just keep movin', movin' along, Wastin' my tiiime... And that's why I'm singin' this song, Who knows where I belong? -Last line of The Wanderer's Song. ((Somethin' I tried feebly to think up)) *Leaves of red and gold littered the pathway, the sky a clear blue and the sun shining, as if mocking the cooling earth that summer has passed and fall has come. It was a tuesday, but that didn't matter. The cycle of day and night was indifferent to the days of the week constructed by beasts in an attempt to keep track of time, a challenge already abandoned long ago by one beast who walked the path.* *A cool breeze swept the leaves up off of the path in a rustling mass, hurling past the beast at tremendous speeds, yet harmless as they continued to fly, most coming to rest in a small ditch alongside the path. Tress on both sides rustled as well, their branches parting to permit the invisible substance called air to pass them by. As the leaves settled, they fell around a wooden arch that has weathered numerous storms and frosts, displaying in a tangible effect the integrity and strength of the residents beyond. And upon that arch rested a name, but somehow more than a name, written in reasonably legible yet flowing script:* Terralux The beast pauses and looks up at the familiar sign, placing a paw upon one of the pillars, the hood of his green cloak thrown back to reveal the face of a male squirrel, one with deep blue eyes and thoughtful expression, remembering quite easily the summer he had spent in the village. The parties, the beasts he knew, the vermin attack, the flooding... All those memories giving him mixed emotions, but nevertheless he returns. So here he stands, coming back to Terralux, the Earth's light. OOC: Yep... He's back.
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