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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Feb 5, 2008 22:17:03 GMT
"Spain, sirrah!" The badger bows slightly still grinning. Compared to most badgers, he seems extremely friendly - his brown eyes are lit up with pleasure, and have none of the bloodshot look that is typical of a male badger of his age and obvious strength. "Warm breezes, good drinks, ocean an' sun whate'er. Th' good life." Western plains.. "May've gotten a tad off track, though. I made port in th' area o' Badger Mountain..they thought I was a badger lord, didj' know?" Obviously this is quite amusing; the badger chuckles. "..anyhow, I sidetracked aroun' Mossflower Country t' avoid some new king what's arisen there, they're callin' 'im th' new Arthur. Ended up 'ere somhow." "I'm headed south an' a bit west now."
He gestures in the direction mentioned and continues. "Th' names Cuchullain clan O'Neil..m' Christian name's Sir Charles O'Neil, though. Ye c'n call me whiche'er..Cuchullain or Charles or O'Neil. I ain't got one o' those fancy Badger Lord titles yet, so don't be callin' me 'Lord Red-bladed' or somesuch. Pretentious." Cuchullain pauses, then apparently realizes he's been talking a whole two minutes. He grins apologetically. "Rum?"
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Feb 7, 2008 21:15:28 GMT
*Ashnel's smile, which had lessened and vanished at the mention of Salamandastron and Lord Blackstar, re-establishes itself as the badger introduces himself. He looks in the direction indicated by Cuchullain and back again, one corner of his smile twitching into a lop-sided grin with the offer of a drink. "Rum?"* Why not, *Ashnel answers pleasantly.* Ashnel Alashia *He offers a paw, shrugging his bag into a more comfortable position and makes no effort to give a clan name or any other word of where he's come from. Locations don't seem to suit the black-furred squirrel. He fits in, oddly enough, in most places. For a while.*
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