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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Aug 30, 2007 9:23:29 GMT
*Terragon frowns, her eyes flicking back and forth across the parchment in her paw again. She looks up and out of the windows of the Whispering Willow, half day-dreaming before the squirrel opposite her, Ashnel, speaks.* Are you going to tell me what it is? *Terragon tries to remember what she was thinking, giving up and returning her attention to the parchment.* Found another one of those riddles, Ash'. Another? Who writes these things?! I always thought it must've been you - *The leaderess shakes her head.* This one's a bit different though. It doesn't say, "look for the next clue," or anything... Let me see, *Ashnel asks.* *Terragon shakes her head a second time.* Not until the others get here. Others? I sent a Dragonfly to some other creatures - Terraluxians - who I thought might be interested.
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Aug 30, 2007 11:47:16 GMT
*Regen comes strolling over, right on cue, followed closely by Lonas. The older of the two squirrels is holding a scrap of paper in one paw, frowning.* *Regen bangs open the door, ambles in like he owns the place, and walks over to Ashnel and Terragon. Lonas follows more quietly, looking like he's just woken up.* *So....what's goin' on? Something about a treasure hunt...
*Lonas passes Terragon the paper, looking slightly apologetic. *I told Reg' he wasn't supposed t' come, but...
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Aug 30, 2007 12:04:36 GMT
Terragon's found another one of those clues, *Ashnel tells the Eale brothers quickly.* And I meant the invitation for both o' ye, *Terragon adds with a short smile, almost as hastily, to avoid offence.* I actually invited a few others too, Lonas. Did you ask Danniar? *This question comes from Ashnel again.* Well, yes... but she came and found me to say that she wouldn't be able to come to the Whispering Willow, because of Tuscaro. Haven't you done anything about that - ?! *The red squirrel interrupts quietly.* Not here, Ashnel. *She hisses.* You're not even supposed to come into the Tavern now... if Tuscaro finds you here- *She cuts off, nodding.* Not here. *She repeats.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Aug 30, 2007 13:28:54 GMT
*Lonas frowns, mumbles,* It had my name on it, *and sits at a nearby table, yawning.* *Regen raises an eyebrow at Ashnel, guesses what the two are talking about, then says in a lower voice then before, *My offer t' beat Tuscaro up is still standing, y' know. Just say th' word...
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Aug 30, 2007 15:17:20 GMT
*Ashnel gives the room a suspicious glare before replying in a lower whisper,* Next Friday night, eleven o' clock, we're booting Tuscaro out o' Terralux. Well... *He grows quieter still.* I say, "we." What I mean is, anybeast from the Wild Woodland Guild who won't tell the rest o' the settlemen' what's happening. It'd be good if you and maybe Lonas could help. Savvy? *When have you ever said, "savvy," Ashnel? That's a Robin Ragweed phrase. Heh. Haven't seen Raggy in seasons... Ashnel's dragged back to the here-and-now by Terragon's frown.* You are not declaring war on Tuscaro, understand? You're doing this quickly, carefully and quietly. In your own words, Ash'; savvy?
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Aug 30, 2007 19:37:20 GMT
*Regen nods. *We're in. Won't tell anybeast else, not t' worry...th' last thing we need is a mob scene. *Lonas smiles vaguely - he hadn't met Tuscaro, as the tavern owner wasn't too fond of either Regen or himself.*
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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Sept 3, 2007 15:25:31 GMT
*Soilrose shuffles in, holding her scrap of paper.* 'Ello! Oi 'opes oi carn stay, Oi loik solverin rikkles. Oi guess Oi'm roight gurt art em, too. *She nods at Terragon and Ashnel, grinning. She sits next to Regen and Lonas, nodding her greetings at them as well.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Sept 3, 2007 15:49:25 GMT
*Ashnel grins.* Mole logic! Brilliant. *He gives Terragon an expectant look.* There's two others here now... can we see the clue? *Making a great show of reluctance, Terragon slides the scrap of parchment into the centre of the table for them all to read.* *At October's finish start my quest, Follow the day, choose the path that's best, The water bearer'll solve this test.* October's finish? *Ashnel repeats after re-reading the message two or three times.* Dunno what that is, *Terragon answers.* But I doubt it literally means to wait for the end of October.
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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Sept 3, 2007 20:21:52 GMT
*Soilrose grins.* Oi know et doesn't eifer, Miz Terragonner. Iz enyoone drinkin 'Tober Ale? Whun they'urr finnished, we goo. Thart's ee furst loine. Oi gurss we'rre lukkin furr a woter-bearur ta 'elp uz finnish et.
TRANSLATION: I know it doesn't either, Terragon.(Moles call most everyone Miz or Zurr)Is anyone drinking October Ale? When they're finished, we go.That's the first line. I guess we're looking for a water-bearer to help us finish it.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Sept 3, 2007 20:35:00 GMT
*Ashnel moves his glass forwards a little with his paw, grinning.* October ale! Well, hurry up and drink it! *Terragon cries impatiently. Ashnel picks up the ale and throws back his head to drain the remainder.* So, *He says, pushing back his chair and standing.* Who's up for, "following the day?"
OOC: Advancing quest. Outside the Tavern.
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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Sept 3, 2007 20:39:38 GMT
*Soilrose slaps her paw to her head.* Foller ee day. Foller ee settin sun! Goo wester, due wester! *She triumphiantly says as she exits the door.*
TRANSLATION Follow the day. Follow the setting sun! Go west, due west!
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Sept 3, 2007 20:47:59 GMT
Heading west? *Terragon asks Ashnel as they emerge from the dark of the tavern.* I think that's what Soilrose just said. And, oh! The water bearer must be the spring! *Terragon yelps and run, dibbun-like, to the right, following the right-paw path to the gate leading to the Tavern courtyard. Which is locked. The leaderess mutters at least half a dozen at Olivha Tuscaro and, had Ashnel not just rounded the corner, she might have attempted to climb over the door then and there...*
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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Sept 3, 2007 20:52:39 GMT
*Soilrose trots up, looking quizzical.* Whoi ez ee door lockered? Ezen't this yoor Fort? *She looks very confused in a way that most moles do, then says jokingly:* Oi cudd dig userns a 'oler! Loik when Oi dug oot o' ee celler to ee orchard! Oor troied to..
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Sept 3, 2007 20:57:45 GMT
*Ashnel feels uneasy about allowing even a mole to do this and looks around for Lonas, already doubting that the squirrel - though only marginally older than Terragon or himself - could manage climbing over the wall. Although...* Lonas? *He calls quietly.* I don't suppose you were ever a locksmith in a former life? Or, I don't know; d'you have anything we could use to pick the lock on this gate?
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Post by Engel on Sept 4, 2007 17:00:11 GMT
*Engel's bustling toward the tavern, skirts knotted to one side, tugging at the laces on her bodice and knotting them impatiently. It's not difficult for the outside observer to tell why she's late to the impromptu meeting -- her fur is still damp despite a quick toweling-off and brushing, and sticking out at odd angles and tousled clusters here and there. Blasted dragonflies always buzzing in when I'm in the bath, she finds herself inwardly grumbling, conveniently ignoring the fact that she enjoys bathing about every other day if she can manage it. In her flustered hurry, she nearly breezes by the group gathered about the gate, pausing a few paces past as she recognizes the cluster of brushy tails. She then turns, heading back to the group, clearing her throat self-consciously as she stops near them.* Miss Terragon? I'm sorry I'm late, *She apologizes, belatedly smoothing down the unruly fur at her neck.*
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