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Jul 18, 2008 8:20:24 GMT
Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Jul 18, 2008 8:20:24 GMT
*Terragon glances around with growing unease at the darkening woodlands.* We should get moving, *She murmurs, without turning. Behind her, Kael glances at the assortment of armed creatures; squirrels armed with clumsy slings, surly adolescent badgers and - to him, the most heart-breaking of all - an otter kit barely eleven summers old, struggling to keep up with the pace of the others. 'This isn't a patrol,' he tells himself in dispair. 'This is a rabble of scared, untrained children. And they should be at home,' he adds, annoyed, some long-forgotten parenting instinct kicking in. 'Asleep.'* We'll go, Terri, *Kael calls ahead to the leaderess.* This lot shouldn't be outside the walls anyway, let alone at this hour. *Turning on his heels, the otter beckons the patrol to follow him. But even as he sets off, before he has gone three steps Kael realises Terragon is not following.* Terragon? *Her voice is low and urgent.* Go through the trees, we'll take a different route back. *She shakes her head as the other opens his mouth to ask a question.* I just... want to make sure of something. *Kael pauses, then gives a nod and, changing direction, leads the group into the trees.*
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Aug 1, 2008 0:50:43 GMT
Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Aug 1, 2008 0:50:43 GMT
Two squirrels stand near the gates..the brother, of course. Regen is holding a letter and discussing in an animated tone of voice. Lonas leans again the gate, his face going from literal disbelief to nervousness. "I'm tellin' ye, it's too good t' be true. This shouldn't affect us at all." Regen waves the letter, obviously showing Lonas the seal. "It does! Listen:" "Ye've read it already," Lonas mumbles. Regen scowls at him and reads the letter in a loud tone of voice.
Lady Amber Eale, of the Arkains, to don Regen de Terraluxon, Captain of Terralux etc-, year of our lord 1532,
"We know who sent it." "Shut up."
We are pleased to inform you and the other inhabitants of the village Terralux that your information is out of date. The English Duke Tervin Blackstar, who styles himself 'King of Mossflower', is a duke, but he is currently a little busy with invaders of his mother country..by which, of course, I mean England proper. Actually, it would appear that France has finally attacked England and is now proceeding to beat the hell out of them (if you'll pardon my, hah, French.) The English king is pulling troops out of his various holdings, especially Mossflower Country, in order to beef up his army. If the King would use his longbowmen to his advantage, he might still win. As it is, he appears to be drunk often enough that it will do no good. Also, their best general..you know who I mean..was captured in a skirmish with French knights. This will definitely deal with that cancer that bothers the Spanish so much, enabling us to continue shipping gold and silver from the mines in Africay without interference. Of course, it also means that nobody has time to deal with a small village who won't pay taxes. Yet. So you can quit sending rude letters our way for a while and go back to running your little village, Reg'. I would note that we still have land open for you were you to return to Spain, as always..
Lonas shakes his head, frowning. "I still don't think.." He trails off, spotting Terragon on her way by, and opens his mouth to hail the squirrel. Regen interrupts, grinning gladly. "Terragon! Good news!"
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Aug 1, 2008 7:57:19 GMT
Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Aug 1, 2008 7:57:19 GMT
*Terragon breaks away from the gate and completes the last few hundred yards to the gates at a half-run. There is a frown on her face, but as she reaches the Eale brothers, gives an expectant look. Word from the Arkains? Or even, she allows herself to imagine. A message from Tinsy Stormsight. But not for a moment does Terragon allow herself to hope the threat of war has passed and looks over Regen's shoulder at the parchment.* What does it say? *She asks, the worry of a few moments before nearly forgotten.*
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