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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Aug 5, 2007 12:59:45 GMT
*What are we doing out here?
*It's the middle of the night. Two squirrels are wandering out of Terralux, one carrying a lantern.*
*The leaner of the two points out past the arch, in a general northern direction. *Looking for a ghost.
*A ghost? *The squirrel with the lantern, who is obviously Regen, glares at the other. *Burn it, Lonas, if you brought me out here on some ghost hunt at two in the morning....
*Lonas sighs. *No, Reg', not just a ghost...it's supposed t' be a ferret with a magic sword. Ye read about the headless ferret, right?
*Regen frowns. *It was a fox.
*Ferret, *Lonas corrects, then heads out past the arch. *Now keep up! Anyhow, this ferret has a magic sword, which is buried somewhere aroun' here....
*He taps a thick tome he's carrying under one arm. Regen sighs. *Great, a ghost hunt.
OOC: I figured we needed some new topics around here...most of what we've got going on has died.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Aug 5, 2007 20:25:51 GMT
*Danniar is tired. She doesn't want to be pushing a half-filled barrel of cheap ale or carrying a sack of old onions through Terralux. It's the middle of the night and nobeast seems to be around, but she's certain she looks ridiculous anyway.
With a sigh, the rat nears the Arch of Terralux, barely able to distinguish it in the near-blackness. But Danniar can, surprisingly, see something else in the darkness; a light, no doubt a lantern or candle. Or, she tells herself, allowing a sense of adventure and superstition to take over. P'rhaps i''s the spiri's an' ghos's o' the squirr'ls from the old Cour' tha' Ashnel an' Terri talk 'bou'. However, not being one to be afraid, (indeed, her lack of cautiousness has lead many a time into a difficult situation or topic), she calls out to the lantern, her accent cutly roughly through the night air.* 'Ello? Are y' from the Squirrel Cour'? *I don' mind a noble, dead squirr'l seein' the barr'l an' sack, Danniar decides. Bu' I wouldn' wan' an ordin'ry Terr'luxian tellin' ev'rybeas' abou' this, jus' in case i' isn' leg'l...*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Aug 5, 2007 23:43:33 GMT
*Regen and Lonas pause at the yell, then look over. In the darkness, Regen can just make out an odd shape, carrying something over it's shoulder and rolling another object. The creature doesn't appear to have a head.*
*Lonas stares a moment, then replies, *No, we're from...uh, th' village. You?
*Regen puts a paw on his sword hilt, shifting the lantern to his other paw. *Show yerself, we're armed.
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Post by Stoakly Centurio on Aug 6, 2007 7:44:52 GMT
*Phillipe' Jalvert is known for his cooking, but as an old dormouse, he has heard many stories. The fat mouse has overheard the two squirrels, and he chuckles to himself as he lifts up the candle. Suddenly, he hears the voice of a rat. It must be Terragon's friend, Danniar... He thinks to himself and nods. Yelling at the two squirrels, he clarifies one of the squirrel's thoughts.* It was a ferret, monsiuer (sp), an' its more than a legend.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Aug 6, 2007 7:52:30 GMT
*Danniar sighs as she recognises first the voice of Lonas and next, Regen's familiar tones. She heaves the bag of onions off her pack and onto the ground and with a further sigh, answers,* 'S me, Danni'r Angl'fell'n, an' I don' need t' show m'self, 'cos y've go' a lan'ern, *She continues, a little more defensively that normally, I'm no' workin', I can say wha' I like t' 'em.*
Danniar? Is that you? What in Hell Gate-? *It seems that the entire, tiny, population of Terralux has decided to take midnight strolls tonight, including Ashnel Alashia, who stops short as he sees Regen and Lonas, his left paw stopped in the act of straying to his sword hilt, right paw clutching a trout on a silver plate, trying to stop the fish from sliding off.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Aug 6, 2007 16:41:51 GMT
*Regen jumps as somebeast yells in the distance, his free paw tightening around his swordhilt. After a moment, he sees Ashnel come out of the darkness. Figuring that he was the speaker, he demands, *An' what d' you know about legends, huh?
*Lonas, too, jumps, nearly dropping his book, and stares at Ashnel. Wait a sec'...monsieur? *
*The squirrel glances over at Regen. *Wrong person, Reg'...it sounds more like that Frankish mouse
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Aug 6, 2007 16:58:23 GMT
Qui? *Ashnel asks, his puzzlement making him sarcastic. Another time, or if Danniar, (dragging behind her what seems to be a bulging sack and pushing before her a barrel, which, by the sound of it, contains some liquid or other), wasn't now approaching, he might brag of his knowledge of local legend.* 'Ow abou' the Frank' mouse stops lurkin' in the shadows, *Danniar speaks loudly for the mouse's benefit.* An' ev'rybeas' else says wha' they're doin' ou' 'ere? *She suggests, partly out of interest.*
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Post by laceleaf on Aug 6, 2007 18:05:03 GMT
**Laceleaf yawned. She was getting tired, and was wondering whether or not she should head home. She had just wanted to take a small night walk, when up ahead she saw light. Curious to see who was up at this time of night, she ran ahead.** Who are you, and what're you doin' up? This isn't the time to be roamin' the paths.
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Aug 6, 2007 18:43:28 GMT
OOC: Whoops. Didn't get to finish that last post. Ah well, I got my point across anyhow.
BIC:
*Regen turns as Laceleaf comes up, then sighs. *Great, Lonas. Some secret treasure hunt.
*His brother frowns, then looks over at Danniar. *Oh...me an' Reg' are lookin' fer a magic sword. It used t' b'long t' a ghost, y' see, an' now it's buried around here somewhere...
*Regen, scowling, interrupts, *Aye...an' we slept out by th' lake, so's we could get t' where it's buried right at three 'clock with nobeast knowing...that worked so well.
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Post by laceleaf on Aug 6, 2007 19:40:23 GMT
Magic sword? Does it really exist? **Laceleaf pondered upon it.** And why do we have to look for it at night? If it was buried, it could just as easily be found in the daylight, if not easier. But, despite the lack of sense in it, I will gladly join this quest to find a magic sword!
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Aug 6, 2007 19:42:56 GMT
*Lonas shrugs. *Well, this books says it does.
*Regen looks up at the sky, hoping it will rain. *I did mention that..but Lonas wants t' see th' ghost, too.
*Lonas frowns in a perplexed manner. *It oughta be somewhere past th' arch..on th' northern side.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Aug 6, 2007 21:50:11 GMT
*Near the tunnels! The thought of the place springs unbidden to Ashnel's mind, and he sees, once again, Wood Alashia's haunted expression.* D'you want us all with you? *He asks with a frown, glancing at the plate of fish.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Aug 6, 2007 23:49:28 GMT
*Lonas shrugs. *Uh, well, we were gonna go by ourselves, but if ye wanna come along, it never hurts t' 'ave some backup...
*Regen, who appears to be in a bad mood from lack of sleep, snorts softly. *Aye, 'cuz that plate o' fish is gonna help us alot...
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Aug 7, 2007 7:53:27 GMT
*Ashnel glances at the fish and back to Regen, who has snorted, then pointedly at the barrel and sack Danniar has with her.* I'll re-join you shortly, gentlebeasts, ladies. *And with these brief parting word, he sets off in the direction of Citadel Clearing. An off'rin'? Danniar doesn't understand the need to do so, but, deciding to join the two Eale brothers, leaves the onions and ale at the edge of the path and beams, her expression faint in the lamplight.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Aug 7, 2007 23:36:26 GMT
*Regen watches Ashnel walk off, then raises an eyebrow, shrugs, and decides to say nothing. Lonas, on the other hand, mutters, *What's he doin' with that?
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Leaderess of Terralux
