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Post by Stoakly Centurio on Jan 28, 2009 16:26:55 GMT
*The squirrelmaid fires into the wind, the harsh winter breeze forcing the shaft to tail slightly to the left. Binn curses under her breath as the arrow falls to the side of the oak tree; she has been attempting to hit it for what seems like an hour now, but to no avail. Her black, wool coat envelopes her body and her brown tunic.* I hate winter, *she confesses to herself. Once again, she pulls an arrow from the quiver strapped around her shoulders and attaches it to the string. Pulling the string taut, she closes one eye and poises herself for the shot. One thousand one, one thousand two. The shaft zips through the air, slicing the wind like a hot flint through butter. It strikes the wood and a resounding thud! vibrates through her pointed ears.
As she trots to the tree to gather her arrows, she bends down to pick up the shafts that missed to the left due to the wind. Her eyes flicker upward, and some stone figure catches her eyes. The squirrelmaid gathers the rest of her arrows and shuffles down the woodland path. Her hazel brown eyes widen in excitement as she sees the Arch of Terralux. Finally, a good village to be apart of. Binn adjusts her coat, places the arrows back in her quiver, and throws the bow around her shoulder. Then, she starts her walk to Terralux.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Jan 29, 2009 15:36:02 GMT
The wind blew cold. A pair of beasts, a small fox and a tall weasel, trotted down the path with the fox struggling to keep up. The young fox was dressed as warmly as possible, in a thick coat that looked like it had been cut down to his size. The weasel wore a tunic, trousers, and rapier and didn't appear to be feeling the effects of the wind. "Aren't you cold?" The two stopped as the beast spoke, the weasel turning to the golden squirrel that had just stepped out of the trees. The weasel shrugged. The fox nodded emphatically and waved a paw down the path the way they'd come. "Mister Regen, there's a squirrel comin'. A girl one. Shall we direct her elsewhere or what?" The golden squirrel shakes his head and drags on the heavy spear over his shoulder, turning toward the Arch and glancing down the path. The response is an obvious 'no.' The young fox rubs his mittened paws together and stares up at the scarred weasel, who is studying the bare trees with vague interest. There's a long pause, and after a moment the fox sighs and wanders over to stand beside Regen.
The tree don't wait for very long. A squirrel does indeed come up the path, armed with a bow and staring around her with evident interest. Regen watches for a moment, then clears his throat - evidently she'd missed the three of them standing there. Well, one could expect her to not see Rippla, but Regen and Tomin aren't exactly invisible. "Captain Regen Terraluxon, " he says helpfully. "The weasel is Rippla, my second, and the fox is my squire Tomin." Rippla says nothing. Tomin waves happily. "So..what brings you here?" Probably the usual thing, but Regen figures it can't hurt to ask.
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Post by Stoakly Centurio on Jan 30, 2009 0:26:27 GMT
Hm, Captains have squires here. Fancy. *The squirrel realizes it may have been to rude to comment on that, but considering her heritage, the fuedal system isn't exactly her favorite.* Sorry if I'm intruding. The name is Binn Murren, an Englander raised in the outskirts of Ireland. In the mountains, near the Irish Sea, we had constant raiders; as my family and I moved inland, we decided it may be better to leave all together. The sea voyage to the Northern Isles was ... harsh. The cold and the shortage of food killed many of the crew, passengers, and my elderly parents. My brother and I parted ways; we'll keep up through letters, though. My parents always stressed literacy... Anyhow, that's my story. I just needed a place to stay, been a cold winter, and I'm exhausted. *Binn looks down, a sad look in her eyes.* I'm a decent enough archer, but I'm still learning. I could be a bit of help in the fields, too. Any open homes in that there Village?
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Jan 30, 2009 23:19:28 GMT
*Kael, returning from the Chapel, takes the long route past the Arch of Terralux. He has steered clear of Starsett Hollow since the two strangers returned. It had seemed the wisest thing to do, given Terragon's reaction to both.* *He wanders through the trees, the collar of his cloak turned up against the cold until he catches sight of the four figures ahead, the weasel, Captain Eale and his squire; and another newcomer.* Regen! *He calls, not meaning to interrupt, but doing so all the same. He greets the Captain with a grin and, jogging the last hundred yards, stops and smiles again at the others.* Mornin', Tomin, Rippla. And Miss...? *The otter gives the newcomer a politely inspectant look.*
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Post by Stoakly Centurio on Feb 2, 2009 13:48:19 GMT
*Binn turns rapidly as the otter approaches from the distance. He seems friendly, so she lets her guard down.* The name is Binn Murren, but you may just call me Binn. I was just telling them my story, and how I need a Village to join. Who should I see about accommodations? *The squirrel hopes her questions don't come off as abrupt and annoying, but she's quite impatient to find a home and move in. She is rather fond of adventure, but the life of the nomadic vagabond is simply not for her.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Feb 2, 2009 18:48:07 GMT
Kael Aggeir, *The otter introduces himself.* And accomodation? You should probably have a word with Regen here, or better, Terragon Canopy. There's a few little cottages that are unoccupied now, though the Whispering Willow, Terralux's tavern, is a fine place to stay for a night or two and St.Ninian's Chapel is always most hospitable. 'Tis where I live.
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