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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Sept 10, 2007 0:51:44 GMT
*Soilrose brings a sling and a pouch of slingstones into veiw.* Zurr Regenner an' Zurr Lonas, Oi loik yoor idears! Oi'm roight behind yoo oll wheneva an' whurreva!
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Post by Engel on Sept 10, 2007 0:53:40 GMT
*Engel goes silent, considering Regen's words, and seems a little puzzled when she speaks again.* . . . you're going to kill him? *He can't mean to wound him, or try to force him down. A slighted, injured, angry Tuscaro is even worse than what we have now. Never mind it's overgenerous to call him upon his honor in the first place, or assume he'd orchestrate a fair duel. He probably wouldn't even allow for the chance that he could lose.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Sept 10, 2007 1:03:33 GMT
*Regen shrugs a bit. *Well, that was th' plan...I dunno if Tuscaro'll fight to th' death, but I won't feel too bad about killing a downed beast...Corin'll never find out. *Lonas mumbles audibly, *As if he'd ever get th' whole story anyway. *Regen smirks. *Remember, I'm drunk. All I 'ave t' do is break 'is door down, challenge 'im, and kill the rattail.
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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Sept 10, 2007 22:02:35 GMT
*Soilrose tries very hard to cover up a laugh with a cough.* Yiss, yiss, thart's foine, but wot are we goin ta do aboot ee rikklers?
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Sept 10, 2007 22:49:13 GMT
*Regen pauses a moment, then says, *Oh, that. Ye' c'n go in and look fer whatever while I'm fightin' 'im. *Lonas shakes his head slightly. *Great plan.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Sept 12, 2007 21:21:03 GMT
*Danniar gives both Lonas and Regen an unhappy look, but Terragon manages to get a word in before the her.* I didn't realise we were intending to kill Tuscaro, merely find the next clue for this treasure hunt... *She recalls the impressive way Engel managed to agree to this and gives in.* But, if it comes to it, then... *Terragon shruggs.* Hellgates, what the rest o' ye said. Fair 'nough, *Danniar mutters and makes her way towards the gate, the key held en guard.*
OOC: Is it just me, or are the graphics on the site messed up?
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Sept 13, 2007 20:32:25 GMT
*Regen waits nearby, looking pleased with himself. Lonas hangs around behind him nervously, all but chewing his claws.* Ah...I hope this works. Regen being dead would not be nice t' explain t' Corin...or mother, for that matter.
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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Sept 14, 2007 20:59:19 GMT
OOC: Must just be you, Terri. BIC: *Soilrose puts her sling away slowly. As Danniar puts the key into the lock, she impatiently waits.* Oi 'ope Zurr Tooscaroo izn't 'ome! Ootherwhoize, whurr in trooble!
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Post by Engel on Sept 17, 2007 19:11:10 GMT
*Engel looks tense -- damp and tense, which results mostly in an oddly prickly-looking stoat as the fur along the back of her neck rises automatically. She doesn't make a noise, save to shush Soilrose halfheartedly -- the entirety of her being is focused upon the key approaching the lock, and the door beyond it.*
*For a second, heart pounding in her ears, she experiences a moment of terrible lucidity. They're a mob. They're an armed mob, and they intend to kill Tuscaro if they find him. She's taking part in the disintegration of civilized society. She swallows, trying to quell the queasiness this realization brings on. At least it's happening now, while the mob's still small. Better a duel than a gallows.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Sept 18, 2007 0:00:29 GMT
*Lonas glances nervously at Engel, then mouths quickly, "what're we gonna do?" The golden squirrel quits chewing his claws, deciding that the last thing this problem needs is further degeneration of manners. Regen deciding to duel somebeast out of the blue is bad enough.* *Regen, however, stands to one side, waiting for Danniar to unlock the door. He seems to have reverted to his soldier mindset, dropping the more resigned act he's recently adopted. He appears to even be anxious for the fight, standing with a paw on his sword hilt.* *Come on, let's do this.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Sept 19, 2007 16:26:00 GMT
*Danniar nods and with a grimace, turns the key and hurls the gate upon... The courtyard is empty bar a spring in the middle, the water spilling freely onto the ground. Danniar remembers the flooding when she first started work for Tuscaro, but the memory trails off as she hears Ashnel enter the 'yard behind her. Something about the way the other walks makes the rat certain Ashnel is frowning.* Well? *She enquires flatly.* Mr. T'scaro ain' 'ere, bu' I though' we were on a treas're 'un'... no' a wi'ch hun'? OOC: Short posts again! At the weekend, I promise you all a lengthy, properly written message.
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Post by Engel on Sept 19, 2007 20:35:38 GMT
The only thing we can do, *Engel whispers back to Lonas, leaning closer to him as she watches the proceedings.* Keep Regen in one piece, no matter what happens.
*She ponders, though, that it might be debatable whether they really can do that, but banishes the thought as the door swings open, revealing an empty courtyard. She steps inside slowly, looking around before breathing a heavy sigh of relief. She glances at Danniar warily, making her way closer to the spring and looking for anything that's out of place.* I'd like this to be a simple treasure hunt as much as you, *She replies, voice still somewhat hushed.* But you know even being here's dangerous.
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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Sept 19, 2007 21:19:34 GMT
*Soilrose walks over to the spring and begins to look for a clue.* Coom 'elp Oi lukk furr a cluer, soo we carn get oonner with ee rikkler! We'll wurry aboot Zurr Tooscaroo later.
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Sept 20, 2007 0:48:35 GMT
*Regen follows the others in, relaxing when Tuscaro is not in the area.* *Y' never know...what 'r we lookin' for, exactly?
*Lonas enters after Regen, hackles risen as much as they're ever going to. He doesn't see Tuscaro, but he's been sneaky before.* Although, Regen's unlikely to be suprised for long in this mood. All he needs is something to set him off - frustration, a minor dissapointment... *Maybe I c'n get 'im on a drinking binge, *The squirrel mutters to himself.* We did bring a cask of barley wine up t' the Nest recently...
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Sept 20, 2007 17:00:28 GMT
"At October's finish start my quest, Follow the day, choose the path that's best, The water bearer'll solve this test, *Ashnel quotes in a whisper. Danniar looks to Engel, seeing the stoat as the most scholarly of the group.* I''s the spring, isn'' i'? *She asks and in an uncharacteristic loss of confidence adds,* But I dunno... wha' d' the res' o' y' think? *Terragon elbows Ashnel slightly and as he turns, the red squirrel's eyes flick to Danniar and back and she bites her lip again. The darker-furred of the two barely responds and if Terragon didn't know him better, she'd been convinced he hadn't caught on to her obvious concern for the rat.*
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