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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Apr 5, 2009 22:43:55 GMT
*Terragon and Kael enter the Whispering Willow followed, hesitantly by Danniar. The place is still relatively empty, so the three are able to choose a quiet table at the edge of the room and near a window and order drinks before the bar becomes too crowded. Kael and Danniar drink, but Terragon seems more preoccupied with people-watching out of the window, attempting to recognise some of the familiar faces from the settlements early days.*
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Post by Oakfang on Apr 6, 2009 10:01:53 GMT
**As you watch the people outside, you notice a mundane but interesting scene. Pablo and a female hare are trying to drag Oakfang into the bar, and she appears to be extremely reluctant.** I don't want to! **you hear muffled through the glass as they drag her closer. they shove her through the door and she tells the hare what to get her, and then goes to sit on a table near to yours** Hey guys... **she says absentmindedly**
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Post by Leatha Karilia on Apr 7, 2009 18:49:56 GMT
*You couldn't say she was sad...but you couldn't say she was happy. It was just one of those days for Leatha. She was walking randomly through town, not really knowing where she was going, and not really caring. A dust cloud from a running creature suddenly enveloped her as she paused to look across the street, filling her yawning mouth with a fine sand. Cursing under her breath the hare that she now saw running down the street, she looked for a place to wash down the bitter, gritty taste of the sand. The tavern was open so she decided to get a drink there. Walking in, she didn't notice any of the other creatures as she asked the bartender for a shot of rum, followed by something more mellow...elderberry wine should do. As he filled a beaker for her she turned around and looked at the other beasts in the room. They didn't look like they were having the greatest day either. She nodded to them.*
Just one of those days huh?
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Post by Oakfang on Apr 7, 2009 19:41:04 GMT
**oakfang smiles a small smile and says** its not so bad, Pablo and Molly are trying to make me read out a poem at the celebration, I aint built for the spotlight, no way. But if it makes them happy, how can I refuse?
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Apr 7, 2009 19:59:53 GMT
OOC: Oakfang, make sure your messages are a minimum of three lines and try to avoid auto-hitting, (saying to other RPers 'your character sees Oakfang,' etc.)  BIC: *Terragon turns away from the window and smiles at the newcomers.* What're you thinking of reading, Oakfang? *She asks, interestedly.* Did you write it, or somebeast else's poem? *Kael gives a crooked grin, glad to see Terragon finally turn her attentions away from the Village Square outside and leans across the table to talk to Danniar to distract the rat from her surroundings. It is the first time Danniar has been back to the Whispering Willow since...* |
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Post by Oakfang on Apr 7, 2009 21:24:43 GMT
((OOC: sorry it was short, and I didn't auto hit did I?))
**Oakfang shifts her weight and says** well, I did write it myself, they want me to read my poem "Whistling woodlands and Singing streams", its about terralux, about how beautiful it is and stuff. I'm probably going to end up reading it out, I don't mind so much. **she smiles to herself, a memory obviously rekindled**
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Apr 7, 2009 22:24:30 GMT
*Terragon's smile widens at the description of Terralux.* Do you want to read it now? You could... although maybe you should wait for a bigger audience to arrive. *Kael glances up.* Is everybeast reading something?
I don't think so, *Terragon answers.*
Shame... gives the celebration a little more interest, *He gives the squirrel a winning smile and looks to Oakfang for support.* What d'you think?
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Post by Leatha Karilia on Apr 8, 2009 21:54:31 GMT
*Leatha had stayed quiet as the other squirrels by the window struck up a conversation. However, she picked up her beaker and walked over to the little group as she heard them talking about poems. Poems interested her and she was excited to hear one of Oakfang's.*
It could be a good idea, Kael, but if everyone had a poem it could get a little boring to. Leave the recitations to those who know how to do it. I'd like to here yours, at least, Oakfang.
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Post by Oakfang on Apr 10, 2009 14:09:33 GMT
((OOC: sorry, I've not quite finished writing it XD))
**Oakfang bustles around in her satchel** Oh dear... **She says** I appear to have left it behind, it must be with the other ones, um, I'll go get it! **she smiles and dashes out the door. The hare and Pablo wander up to the table** Hm? Whats going on? **says Pablo, and the haremaid says** Where's Oakfang?
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Post by Leatha Karilia on Apr 10, 2009 15:58:34 GMT
*Amused by Oakfang's sudden exit, Leatha turned to Pablo and Molly*
Hey Pablo, Molly. Oaky seems to have forgotten her poem we were all going to hear. She just went to find it. Are you two gonna do anything for the celebration?
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Post by Oakfang on Apr 10, 2009 17:15:59 GMT
**Pablo grins and Molly smiles conspiratorially, Molly replies** Well, I do have an idea for a little magic show, and I do believe Pablo has a little story to tell. **Pablo nods** Aye, I do. A very interesting tale too.
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Apr 10, 2009 18:18:12 GMT
In another part of the village..well, not really another part, just behind the tavern..there is a loud commotion. The center of it is, of course, the Spaniard squirrel Regen with his weasel bodyguard at his back. The other players in the little scene are three young foxes, one with a long knife in his paw and the other two flanking him. Regen doesn't seem too worried about them, even though the fox with the knife..apparently the leader of the little group..is cussing up a storm and waving the weapon around with violent intent. Regen is merely standing there, a paw on his short blade..just in case..but no urge to attack evident in his expression. The main conversation appears to be in Spanish..evidently the only language the foxes speak.
Words are exchanged, loudly and angrily by the foxes and in a quiet, slightly slurred voice by Regen. The golden squirrel sidesteps an attack from the lead fox and calmly removes the knife from his paw as the vermin goes by. The weasel Rippla grabs the fox by the scruff and tosses him into the other three.
More words. Regen is silent; the only one speaking at the moment is Rippla, in bad Spanish but with a distinctly threatening tone to his voice. The foxes are cowering slightly, evidently a little intimidated by the strange, scarred vermin. After a moment, they edge away and run off, leaving the squirrel and the weasel standing in the shadows. Regen shrugs, grins a bit, says something else, and heads around toward the Tavern's porch. Both thump up the stairs, where a pair of wildcats quickly make way for them, and enter the Tavern with a loud bang.
"Ya'll better keep y'selves out o' trouble in 'ere, or ye'll be answering to me," Regen announces in his usual heavy accent as soon as he walks in, then makes a beeline for the bar. Rippla shrugs and strolls in after him, calmly ignoring all of the inhabitants except Terragon. The leaderess merits a nod from the quiet vermin, before he settles into a corner booth where he can easily keep an eye on the room.
Regen ambles over to the bar, where there is already a mug of wine waiting for him..as usual. He sniffs the contents, raises the cup in the air, announces cheerily, "Confusion t' th' French, plague t' the Lutherans, and hell t' the rest of 'em," and gulps half of it down at once. Then, as this is all perfectly normal, he turns to Terragon, apparently noticing the others in the room already.
"What's goin' on?" One might think the Captain of the Guard would have some idea what holidays are coming and going in Terralux, but apparently Regen does not. Lonas comes in just in time to catch this last comment, laughs from the doorway, and waves to the others before settling in a booth by himself and making it plain that others are not invited to sit with him.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Apr 10, 2009 19:47:19 GMT
*Terragon returns Rippla's gesture with a slight raising of her head and calls a reply across the room to Regen,* Ha, four years since we arrived at Terralux. Thought it was worth drinking to if nothing else. *She appears to have only just processed the squirrel Captain's first comment and gives him a questioning look, one eyebrow raised.* Why, who's been causing trouble? *She asks, seeming to expect Regen to be able to follow her train of thought.*
*Danniar and Kael break away from their conversation, Kael to silently watch Regen for his response, the beginnings of a frown on his face, and Danniar to hesitantly greet Rippla with a quiet,* Ev'nin'. *She hasn't spoken a word to the weasel since their journey to negotiate with Burde's Horde and finds she is certain she will not receive a response.*
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Post by Oakfang on Apr 11, 2009 14:17:36 GMT
**Oakfang is about to re-enter the whispering willow, when she catches a familiar scent. her hackles raise slightly, and her eyes narrow. Fresh scent of fox. She trudges round the back, and inspects the recently vacated area; Fox fur, maybe some squirrel and weasel around there too. she decides the danger is probably gone, and enters the inn quietly, returning to her seat, listening to the current conversation. She can feel the tense atmosphere, and knows when to keep her trap shut; especially as she knows nothing of the people who just entered the room**
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Jul 30, 2009 17:06:42 GMT
*Kael glances up as Oakfang enters and notes the look of worry on her face. Passing by her seat in the pretence of going to shut the door against the unseasonal chill, he asks in a low, concerned voice,* You alright there? Not meaning to offend, but with that expression you could forgive me for thinking you'd seen a ghost.
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Leaderess of Terralux
