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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Dec 1, 2005 17:22:59 GMT
OOC: Punctuation, Triska.
BIC: Tinsy takes the tiller and, after a moment of consideration, turns it on a parallel course by the spit of land, keeping an eye on the fleet of ships on the other side. *Keep an eye out!
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Dec 1, 2005 19:42:52 GMT
OOC:Yippee!! *Triska walks over to Terragon*I found a hammock what now? *Looks at the dripping wet creature.* Get yerself a dry tunic, some sleep, and don't come back before! *Ashnel smirks, and salutes comically behind Terragon's back.* Ashnel! *Leans over Terragon's shoulder so his whiskers are tickling his friend's ear.* Gerroff! Go and - do something useful for a change!
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Post by triska on Dec 3, 2005 21:02:25 GMT
*Triska salutes and does a stiff legged march towards the stairs*yes sir...mam..erm*triska runs down the steps not daring to look back!
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Dec 4, 2005 14:26:20 GMT
*Ashnel wanders off, and Arven approaches Terragon.* Just outta interest, Terragon - but when was the last time you actually slept without being almost assasinated, woken up 'cause the dibbuns tried to run off, adder attacks, lying on a drawing pin that me and Rega... I mean somebeast left there?! *Terragon yawns.* I'unno. *Arven looks mock-sternly at her.* I'll take over leadership for now - just a few hours... *Terragon nods, and heads off after Triska.* *She finds a hammock slung between two rafters on the second deck, with she climbs into. She places her bow on a convenient hook in the ceiling, shrugging of the quiver and tying it to the string. She even places her mace on the ground. She tucks her dagger into her belt, and un-buckles her short sword and it's sheath, dropping it next to the mace.* *Terragon runs a claw along the bark-bound handle of the dagger, a throwing knife and a stabber in one. Badger-made at Salamandastron, named by one of the Long Patrol hares... named Wot-Wot after the curious hare-speak and accent...*
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Post by triska on Dec 5, 2005 13:43:59 GMT
*Triska climbs into her hammock and curls up and starts to gently snore*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Dec 5, 2005 16:56:47 GMT
*Tinsy steers the ship southwards, keeping an eye on where the remains of the vermin fleet are. She mutters to herself under her breath, then yawns and looks at the horizon before asking, *Where to?..
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Dec 5, 2005 17:00:32 GMT
*Ashnel appears behind the badger.* Tinsy - I'm taking second tiller shift, I think Terragon or Arven will be taking third and fourth, take some rest for a coupla' hours. *Grabs the tiller.* I'm not certain where we're heading, West, I think!
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Dec 6, 2005 14:24:48 GMT
*Tinsy grins suddenly as he says which direction they're going in, then nods. *Alright. See you later...* She wanders towards the front of the ship, then sits back against a crate and falls asleep. *
OOC: Motion sickness. Otherwise, she'd go sleep in the normal area.
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Post by triska on Dec 7, 2005 14:54:03 GMT
*Triska feels the boat rocking and she sits up....shrugs and slumps into the hammock, she once again starts to snore*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Dec 8, 2005 17:31:07 GMT
*Terragon gazes at the ceiling, soon also falling asleep, eyes open. An hour and a half passes, and Talis wanders below deck to find the squirrel. Standing a little distance away from the hammock, out of paw-reach of Terragon, knowing the usual effects of creeping up on the squirrel.* Er - Terragon? *Terragon reaches out to try and grab the "vermin" sneaking up on her.* Yerwhatnow? ARGH! *She yells. Talis grins, and explains.* It's me, Talis. Ashnel says that either you or Arven should take a turn at steerin'! *Terragon rolls over, tipping herself out onto the hard wooden floor. She then belts various weapons and daggers around her waist and shoulder, finally heading out to the top deck, where she approaches the raised platform housing the tiller. She pushes Ashnel away, seizing the tiller.* *The other squirrel comments.* Arven's somewhere over there. *He points at a pile of ropes, a cloak is spread over a small bundle, with a gingery-brown tail sticking out. Terragon grins, listening to the squirrel snoring.* Well - see yer in about two hours, mate!
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Dec 8, 2005 19:06:38 GMT
*Tinsy comes stumbling up from the foredeck, rubbing her eyes. She glances up at the sky, yawns, and nods to Terri, saying in a voice that suggests she's still half-asleep, *You do know where we'll end up if we stay on this course, right?
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Dec 10, 2005 9:51:14 GMT
Course - in the Seladarian Isles. *Says the squirrel, not taking her eyes off the sea.* Take us 'bout two days if the wind's in our favour. We've got supplies and equipment enough to last us a season!
OOC: Yep, same Island every quest, Seladare!
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Dec 10, 2005 14:17:23 GMT
*Tinsy nods slowly, yawns again, and looks up at the darkening sky. *Whatever. Just call when we get attacked, alright?
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Post by triska on Dec 12, 2005 17:31:05 GMT
*Triska stirrs and sits up giving an almighty yawn stretching as she clambers out of her hammock stumbling up the steps, swaying in the breeze as she gives another yawn and sniffs at the salty air*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Dec 12, 2005 17:41:37 GMT
*Terragon glances down from the platform, calling down to the squirrel dibbun.* Hey, Triska - up here!
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