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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Feb 3, 2008 17:02:59 GMT
OOC: True, very true. I was gone from there for about... 3 months and there's more n00bs than I can count, and almost none of them know a whit about RPing in the least! It's kinda stupid, actually. BIC: *Darron stares at Rippla with a newfound respect of sorts. What in Hellgates do y'do to deserve that?* Well, actu'lly, Oakrose has land waitin' for her in the Squirrel Groves, Royalbrush Groves, whateva' y'wanna call it. She just don't want it, which I don't get. *Here he shrugs his shoulders.* Pretty liddle squirrel, nice personality, she'd make a great Queen, but she don't want that kind o' life with a score o' servants scurryin' at her feet, doin' her every biddin'. She'd rather do whateva tis 'erself. And if it did come down ta bein' a serf, she'd most prob'ly leave. Oakrose may look nice, calm, and willin' ta foller orders, but she's as stubborn and as 'eadstrong as 'er father was, may 'is soul rest in peace. If she wants ta do somethin', or don't wanna do somethin', tain't no use fightin' 'er, the mind inside 'er pretty liddle 'ead is already made up. *Darron shakes his head, and smirks a bit at the turbanned golden squirrel. He has seemed to be getting more and more cocky as of late. Haha, Lonas, like ta see ya know more than that! Why does 'e wear that ragged ol' sheet on 'is 'ead? What does she even see in 'im?* Well, I'd be glad to 'elp, if.... *The squirrel hesitates, almost unsure of himself. ...I'm still 'ere. He turns, waves, and calls to the gathered citizens as he leaves.* Just let me know if I can 'elp. *The door shuts with a soft thud and Darron Swiftbow disappears into the night.*
OOC: And he dies. |^_^|
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Feb 7, 2008 20:31:59 GMT
*Terragon's eyes follow Darron with a small frown and what might be a troubled expression to the door and as it slams softly, snap back to the other three. She gazes Rippla up and down twice and exhales, allowing her tensing shoulders to loosen a little.* No. Not if it will send Rippla into exile.
*Terragon looks around at them, almost feeling as though it will be the last time she'll do so. But it won't be and the leaderess of Terralux smiles, trying to meet the eyes of each of them, even if she already knows that Rippla thinks her a fool.* Gentlebeasts, I think that's all the solutions there are. And, *Terragon continues, raising her head proudly.* I think we should call on Burde's Horde. *We can afford it. Go on, ask why... she smiles. You forgot before. Ha! Ashnel's still helping, wherever in the Saints' names he is. The Saints... Terragon came close to praying earlier. And yet she'd found her words directed, not at them, but at a dozen different memories and creatures. But now, as she smiles up at the faces of the scarred weasel, the turbanned merchant, the weary Captain and the windows of the church, she speaks to herself alone. It's down to you.*
*A moment of realisation, final acceptance and, in spite of everything, laughter. Terragon smiles. There's worse to come.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Feb 8, 2008 0:00:48 GMT
Regen nods once at Rippla, having smiled back at Terragon in a rather thoughtful manner. The weasel stops studying the candles and looks down at where the leaderess sits. "I shall leave on the morn, then, if it be agreeable to ye." He is obviously speaking more to Regen then Terragon. The golden squirrel glances at Terragon and nods at his brother wearily. ..brotherhood. There goes one. Lonas stares at the wall for a moment and smiles slightly at the moon, visible through a stained-glass window, then goes and collects the map of Terralux. He carries it over and sets it on the floor between Regen and Terragon's pews. "Alright..we're needin' a stone wall. All th' moles in Terralux are r'quired fer that, plus anybeast wit' architectural skills an' any masory or stone-movin' laborers within twelve miles. We c'n likely get th' stone from that old quarry upstream, if we c'n get a ship for transport." "That's th' only quarry fer a hundred farthings," he adds after a moment. Regen makes a face. Lonas continues, without looking up. "We'll need food an' water...'specially water. Th' lake's not gonna be inside o' th' wall, so we're gonna need some way t' store it from rain. Fort'nately, 's about t' be spring an' there'll be plenty o' rain. We're gonna need t' turn every inner building what's not barracks int' storage fer food, water, goods an' people."
Rippla explains this in his curt manner, having evidently seen his share of seiges. "The peasants and simple woodlanders will flock to Terralux once they see we have a wall in. There's no room for folk who do nothing in a kingdom - they'll become serfs as well. And as you in Mossflower Country are fond of your personal freedoms.." Lonas nods, his accent even more pronounced after Rippla's cold English. "Aye. We're fortunate, this'll give us another source o' laborers an' maybe warriors." "Th' warriors need t' be trained..anybeast with even th' slightest bit o' military experience'll be workin' on that." Regen interrupts, and clarifies. It sounds rather like he's going through all this without actually thinking about it, as if he wonders when he's gonna wake up from the dream. "Not just warriors, mind ye - soldiers. We need beasts who c'n fight in a rank wit' others, not hotheaded youngsters wit' swords that won't work 'cept by themselves. There ain't room for heroics, only training."
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Feb 18, 2008 9:44:40 GMT
We can try and find creatures who'll help. That shouldn't be too hard... we're not lacking in enthuasiasts. Just skilled craftsbeasts. We'll have to go to the Guilds for them and, Mossflower knows, it takes them an age to decide upon anything. *Terragon makes an effort, giving her suggestions with a slight smile. As Lonas goes to fetch the map, she looks to where his gaze lay a moment before. Since they've been talking, the first stars have appeared through the cloudy firmament. Her smile broadens for a few brief seconds.* As for water, *Terragon turns her head.* I don't think that should be a problem. Besides, I think it's time anyway to call on Tuscaro. See where his loyalties lie. And, Rippla? *Her voice rises by a fraction of a tone, but other than that, the squirrel appears emotionless.* I'll organise for Danniar Anglafellen to accompany you. She won't slow you down, I assure you, *Terragon adds. And maybe it's not because she doesn't trust Rippla, for it could well be that she wants Danniar out of Terralux. Afterall, like the leaderess said, it is indeed time for somebeast to call upon Olivah Tuscaro.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Feb 18, 2008 23:58:17 GMT
"Miss Anglafallen?" Rippla appears to consider this, then nods. "Alright then. Tell her to meet me at th' gates tomorrow morning..say five o'clock? Slightly before sunrise." (It appears to occur to him that Terralux has no clocks, except for one in the Apothecary that doesn't work right.) He nods to the leaderess, inclines his head slightly to Regen, and strolls out of the building, retrieving his rapier as he goes. The Eale brothers wait until the door closes, then Lonas stands and strolls over toward the altar. Regen glances at his back and leans sideways against the pew. He studies Terragon for a moment, then grins slightly. "I'll speak t' Tuscaro for ye, Terri. You c'n handle th' guilds." The golden squirrel grins a bit wider and indicates his sword hilt. "No, I havn't forgotten 'bout him. Rest assured, there'll be no reas'n t' worry. I c'n take care o' the man if 'e offers the slightest bit o' trouble."
Lonas comes back with a pack in one hand a bottle in the other. He sets the items on the floor and leans heavily against a pew, glancing back and forth between the other squirrels.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Feb 19, 2008 9:23:32 GMT
*Terragon folds her arms over the pew in front and, resting her chin on them, watches the other two squirrels.* I'll go with you. The Guilds can wait. Besides, like I said, they take an age to decide on anything. *In truth, Terragon has no reason of any kind for wanting to visit Tuscaro. Other than, possibly, revenge for Danniar. But the squirrel's mind doesn't seem to work like that, apart from a few, brief surges of rage on long-gone occasions. It's selfish, Terragon tells herself, to hinder Regen just to feel involved and in control. She raises her head slowly a few inches, watching the younger of the two brothers with more intensity than before. Fighting the urge to apologise and withdraw her offer, she assumes a quizzical expression. Well?*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Feb 19, 2008 21:51:14 GMT
"If ye like," Regen says immediately. After a moment, he appears to reconsider, studies the floor for a whole minute, and looks up again. He still seems rather eager (perhaps because of the brewing fight), but has clearly subdued himself for a moment. "...y'realize, o' course, that you showin' up is more likely t' cause problems." Lonas has spoken before his brother. "You bein' th' leader an' all..if Reg' goes, it'll seem like a routine visit. He is, after all, Woodland Capt'n..this is 'is job. If ye go, 'twill be obvious that he's expected t' make trouble." Regen considers this, then nods. "Well, aye, but I was gonna say that if there was a fight, ye'd likely get in th' way. But ye c'n come if ye like."
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Feb 21, 2008 18:05:40 GMT
I'll stay away, *Terragon agrees amicably, the only hints of reluctance more-or-less internal.* Talking of which, have you two eaten yet? *She suspects, but cannot quite remember if she ate lunch. Lunch - to Terragon - is an unnecessary meal and the pleasure only of warlords, noblebeasts and the like. And Redwall Abbey.* Once we've finished... battle talk, we could go back to Starsett or the Whispering Willow, *She looks from one Eale brother to the other and back.* If you like? *The Whispering Willow after what's just been said? Terragon asks herself, teeth nearly grinding in frustration. Idiot?*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Feb 22, 2008 15:22:23 GMT
Regen and Lonas reply "No" and "Yes", respectively. Lonas smirks a bit, uncorks the bottle at his feet, and passes it to his brother. Regen, about to say something else, pauses to take the liquid, sniffs it gingerly, and takes a massive swallow of whatever's in it. After this, he clears his throat (not offering the bottle back to his brother), and grins like a fox with a chicken. "I'm all for th' Whispering Willow." "I'm not." Lonas shakes his head. "You-know-who'll be there..an' I'm not in th' mood t'day." It's unclear exactly who he's talking about, but there are only so many guesses available. Regen considers for a moment and nods. "Right then. Starsett, then? I think we're 'bout done t'night." Lonas takes the bottle from his brother, gulps some down, and bashes the cork back in. "We'd invite ye' t' the Nest, but there's nothin' t' eat there."
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Feb 22, 2008 19:22:27 GMT
*Terragon smiles. With both Regen and Lonas spending so much time at the Apothecary, she hadn't imagined there'd be anything more than a few flasks of wine at Eales' Nest.* Lonas is right and it's fine. Anything else? *She looks around vaguely as though stray conversations may be hiding behind the pillars and pews. A few seconds go by and Terragon shruggs.* So, Starsett. D'you reckon it's worth inviting Rippla?
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Feb 23, 2008 14:47:40 GMT
Regen shakes his head. Lonas shrugs. "Well, he ain't much fer conversat'n..he'd prob'ly prefer t' go home an' get some sleep." "Long walk f'r 'im later." The two squirrels stand, Regen offering a paw to Terragon in a helpful sort of way. Lonas gathers up his pack, which clinks slightly, and gestures toward the door. "Shall we go, then?"
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Feb 23, 2008 16:59:46 GMT
*Terragon gives a loud smirk and stands without the help of the paw.* Thanks, Regen, *She adds, smiling. Ah, to have left all formalities behind at Redwall Abbey. And to Lonas,* Yes, let's. And if there's anything we need to discuss with Danniar before the 'morrow. *Terragon sets off towards the door, slowing to wait for the other two.*
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