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Jul 17, 2006 19:07:44 GMT
Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Jul 17, 2006 19:07:44 GMT
Hi! *Terragon looks around at the others, grinning. In one paw, she carries a scrap of parchment, wet ink still glistening on it. She hands it to the nearest creature, before retreating a short way to watch.* *On the bark-paper reads a short message: Greetings questor, dibbun or stranger, Seek ye treasure and gold - Of a thousand shards, then ten-fold? Riches await those who unravel, This riddle of perilous travel...
Step from pine edge, Nine shortpaws east, 'Til you reach the ravens' feast, Watch here for setting sun, And another, treacherous pun. *
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Aug 2, 2006 17:58:29 GMT
Post by Geordie Brushtail on Aug 2, 2006 17:58:29 GMT
*Geordie stares at the scroll, puzzled, discovers he's holding it upside down, and laughs.* Roight, weel, aren't Ah tha smartes' one o' tha lot?
*He scans the parchment, thinking.* Weel, Step frae Poine's Edge...is that a landmark? If nae, then we hae te foind a poine forest, an' walk east frae it's farthest edge...
An' what's a shortpaw? A short step, mayhaps?
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Aug 2, 2006 18:03:32 GMT
Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Aug 2, 2006 18:03:32 GMT
*Ashnel looks up from a similar scroll of parchment.* Well, if it's any help, there's a little copse of pine trees not too far from here. *He frowns.* Shortpaw? Tha' sounds like some kind o' dance... Though it could be a measurement of steps, I guess. Anyhow, two heads is better than one - An' three better than none. Talis! Get ov'r here! *The fox cub scurries up and grins.*
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Aug 2, 2006 18:12:18 GMT
Post by Geordie Brushtail on Aug 2, 2006 18:12:18 GMT
*Geordie nods in agreement.* Aye, an' foxes are rumored te be clever beasts....weel lad, ye ken aught o' this?
That poine copse soun's loike jest tha place, Ash.
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Aug 2, 2006 19:47:25 GMT
Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Aug 2, 2006 19:47:25 GMT
*The squirrel nods, and allows Talis to lead the way. In the cool shadows of the pines, both halt.* 'Says nine steps to the East. *The fox murmurs.* Which way's that? *Ashnel thinks for a moment.* If the sea and the shores are tha' way - *He indicates over his shoulder.* An' - *The squirrel nods at Geordie.* It's that way to the Northlands. *Ashnel nods forwards.* Then - *Talis points to the right.* I'm guessing that's East. What d'you think, Geordie, Talis. *Terragon watches them from the shadows, and "assists" the conversation.* Ashnel, y'should know by now that alis doesn't think. Do you, Talis? *The fox shakes his head proudly.* Nope.
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Aug 2, 2006 19:57:13 GMT
Post by Geordie Brushtail on Aug 2, 2006 19:57:13 GMT
*Geordie glances up at the sky, judging the sun's position, and feels along the trees for moss.* Hm, boi me reckonin', Ah'd hae te say ye hae tha roight o' it, Ash.
But Ah still donnae ken what a shortpaw is...
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Aug 2, 2006 20:04:38 GMT
Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Aug 2, 2006 20:04:38 GMT
*Ashnel frowns, straining to hear what Geordie says above the babbling of a nearby stream.* Well, let's see what happens if I take nine steps east. *The squirrel does so. It leads him nowhere. Talis frowns a little, as though thinking.* Ash', your steps and paws are far bigger than Geordie's, or Terragon's for that matter. Surely, it'd make more sense if a squirrel of her height did this. *He babbles.*
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Aug 2, 2006 20:36:05 GMT
Post by Geordie Brushtail on Aug 2, 2006 20:36:05 GMT
*Geordie takes the steps in the same direction as Ashnel, trying to match his stride to Terragon's. He stops and glances around, trying to see if there's anything of note there.* Naow, what's the raven's feast Ah wonder? That could hae some bearin' on what we're sepposed te do...
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Aug 2, 2006 20:38:53 GMT
Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Aug 2, 2006 20:38:53 GMT
*Ashnel is about to reply, but notices Talis. The fox stands, a look of disgust on his long face.* What? Talis, are y'okay? *The other shakes his head, and points at the source of repulsion (sp?).*
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Aug 2, 2006 20:46:01 GMT
Post by Geordie Brushtail on Aug 2, 2006 20:46:01 GMT
*Geordie stoops down to look at it...* What is it, ye kenn, Ash? Could be some form o' carrion...
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Aug 3, 2006 8:13:52 GMT
Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Aug 3, 2006 8:13:52 GMT
Talis, get ov'r it, it's a dead bird's skull. *Ashnel mutters dispassionately.* It won't hurt you. Who knows, it might even help us. *He reads the next bit, and his face falls.* It's still a few hours 'til sun-down... Maybe we should meet back here then?
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Aug 3, 2006 8:58:11 GMT
Post by Geordie Brushtail on Aug 3, 2006 8:58:11 GMT
Mayhaps lad *Geordie lies down on the grass.* Parsonally, Ah'm fav'rin' a nap roight on this spot....Wake me at sundown, will ye, Ash?
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Aug 3, 2006 11:21:24 GMT
Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Aug 3, 2006 11:21:24 GMT
Not a moment after. *The dark squirrel agrees. He wanders off without waiting for dismissal or query. Geordie may be able to stay here for the next hours, Ashnel decides. But archery practise wouldn't go amiss. Talis follows, leaving the other two squirrels in the pines. Terragon settles against a tree stump, and watches the reeds at the edge of the stream for inspiration.*
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Aug 3, 2006 20:52:54 GMT
Post by Geordie Brushtail on Aug 3, 2006 20:52:54 GMT
*Geordie lays in the grass, letting the sun warm him, humming snatches of songs from the Highlands.*
Fhir an bháta 'sna hóró éile...
*He presently falls asleep with a content smile on his face, stretched out on the ground.*
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Aug 4, 2006 8:44:29 GMT
Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Aug 4, 2006 8:44:29 GMT
*Terragon makes a note of asking the other squirrel the translation to this mysterious rhyme before she slumps back. For once, the squirrel sleeps deeply, and doesn't notice as Ashnel approaches a few hours later. The dark squirrel is still panting slightly, as though he's come directly from the battle hall. And, for that matter, he has. He finds himself a little taken aback as the red squirrel fails to wake as he walks towards her.* Terragon? *Ashnel murmurs. The other's eyes snap open. How did he do that?! She wonders, furiously.* Terr', it's nearly sundown. We've still got that Treasure Hunt riddle t'solve. *Terragon mutters something about the other "not getting any help from her if he keeps sneaking up on her," before wandering off to find Geordie.*
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