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Post by DogWolf on Mar 13, 2003 16:00:01 GMT -5
(OOC - Any one can join, just keep posts coming in steadily.)
Figrim the rat commander stood with his back to his horde, facing the Northern mountains. How would he get his horde over them? And off to Redwall Abbey? How could he succeed in his one goal: To conquer Redwall Abbey. He took one pace... and began the perilous journey over the mountains.
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Post by Cerridwen on Mar 14, 2003 13:27:42 GMT -5
QuickSilver QuickSilver stolidly climbed up the rocky rise she had been gradually ascending for most of the day, her great longbow slung across her shoulder. A dull ache filled her soul at the thought of why she was scaling this rocky rise, the thought that she was now an outcast. She quickly banished the thought from her mind and concentrated on the task at hand. It had been three days past since the council of elders had declared her excammunication from the clan and QuickSilver was farther from home than she had ever been. It wasn't her home anymore she told herself quietly, not anymore. With a sigh of releif she reached the top of the rise, gazing in awe at the vast area that could be seen. Pulling the hood of her ashy brown tabard further forward she started her descent, which was much easier than that of the climb up. She promptly stopped when she saw the horde waiting below...
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Post by Tansara on Mar 15, 2003 4:37:33 GMT -5
Gamgal
Gamgal was a small shrew, only reaching up to the shoulders of the majority of horde members. Born to outcast shrews, he was raised in violence, and it was the only path he knew. Now, with the mountains separating him and fresh blood, he was becoming impatient. He hopped from foot to foot, jabbed his dagger at the air, and yelled at the other beasts surrounding him. He thought he was getting dangerous, but no one was bothered enough to stop him.
~Tansara~
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Post by DogWolf on Mar 16, 2003 4:27:24 GMT -5
Figrim and his Healer, Jahl the vixen, storde up front together, discussing the signs. "Yah! I say, I sees the signs for victory!" "Are y'u sur' Jahl?" asked Figrim, "Yah! Ve will co'quer Red'all! It is the sign of the op'n path! The mount'in is an op'n path for us! An op'n path to vic'tree!"
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Post by Cerridwen on Mar 16, 2003 10:46:53 GMT -5
QuickSilver Crouching down behind a boulder, Quicksilver trying to avoid being seen. She was easily visable against the darker rocks of the mountain because she was one of the Pale Ones, a rare blue eyed albino. Silently she layed an arrow to her bowstring in case she was seen. Glancing back down she saw a horde beast point to her...
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Post by Tansara on Mar 17, 2003 22:09:13 GMT -5
Gamgal
The little shrew was causing quite a disturbance. Up and down, up and down.. Until something on the wind caught his nostrils. He paused. There it was again. He recognised that scent - meat! He sniffed the air, patient now. He had found it. No one else knew but him...
~Tansara~ ;D
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Post by Kitten on Apr 2, 2003 22:37:07 GMT -5
A large, gruff wildcat looks to the shrew. "Stop that, nuisance." Desagio is a descendant from the wildcat gingivere, resembling his ancestor in many ways, but not as gentle. He carries with him a broadsword, and around his shoulders a green and red cloak with woodpigeon feathers decorating the bottom.
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Post by Grath Zann Blackclaw on Apr 14, 2003 10:47:01 GMT -5
A group of otters watch the foreigners climbing their mountain home. Suddenly they and other otters appear from nowhere from behind rocks and holes in the mountain and surpises the foreigners with their javelins, slings, and arrows ready.
Grath, the otter chieftain, stands infront of his well prepared crew. The otter chieftain simply crosses his arms, looking at the group foreigners, he udders, "Ain't it be rude for foreigners to go trampin' around some other creature's territory without their permission?"
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Post by Kitten on Apr 22, 2003 14:57:23 GMT -5
Desagio turns around to look at Grath. "What- where?" he nods. "Well, if we'd have known it were your territory we wouldn' have."
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Post by MArcelli on Apr 26, 2003 9:34:28 GMT -5
OOC: I do hope you don't have plans for this, because I'm going to give it a plot. Here goes...
Remus Kitewing silently shifted his position behind a boulder. A small stone skittered down the slope, making a loud snap with each bounce. Remus cursed quietly and fitted an arrow to his bow. None of the soldiers had shifted their glance from their leader, Figrim. The arrow zipped through the air and struck the rock next to Figrim, skimming off and flying into the ranks of soldiers behind him. Remus cursed again, and glanced over the boulder at the warlord hiding behind a rock, peering over nervously. The whole horde was glaring toward the slope... and Jahl's glance was fixed directly on the boulder where Remus hid...
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Post by Grath Zann Blackclaw on May 2, 2003 9:23:02 GMT -5
Grath stares at the Wildcat. Then the otter chieftain looked at the foreigners and says, "Where tis your leader? I will want to talk with 'im of this matter."
An otter appears beside Quicksilver and whispers to the maid,"Ahoy matey, I am Dreath. Please follow me and I will see to it that our chieftain lets ye rest and feast with us."
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Post by Cerridwen on May 2, 2003 17:39:45 GMT -5
QuickSilver QuickSilver glanced at Dreath, hesitant to follow him because the memory of the council of elders declaring her excammunication from the clan was still vivid. With a slight shrug she placed the arrow she had set to her bowstring back in her quiver and followed Dreath. She knew that whatever fate awaited her would not be as bad as being caught by the horde below. The life expectancy for a Pale One was not known to be overly long...
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Post by Grath Zann Blackclaw on May 7, 2003 12:31:55 GMT -5
*The otter chieftain returns from his talk outside with the horde. Dreath speaks to his chieftain of the woodlander that he found among the rocks. Grath thinks for a moment then he nods his head, agreeing that the visitor was allowed to stay with them. Dreath says his thanks to his chieftrain and runs off to tell QuickSilver the good news.*
*Later, QuickSilver is shown to her private room inside the mountain and is told when dinner shall be ready. She enters the room. The room contained a very confortable environment with a window overlooking the beautiful view of outside. *
OOC: QuickSilver can describe how her room looks like because it is hers after all.
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Post by Cerridwen on May 7, 2003 22:04:20 GMT -5
QuickSilver QuickSilver was surprised that she was allowed to stay, she thought that everyone would have treated her as the council of elders did. She found the inside of the mountain to be more to her liking because the light did not hurt her eyes as much. Nodding gratfully to the otter who had shown her to her room and went in. Laying her pack and bows down on a bench against the wall, she pushed back her hood. QuickSilver's crystiline blue eyes were not well suited to bright sunlight, the hood of her ashy brown tabard helped shield against the bright light. Wearily she laid down on the bed for a short nap before dinner...
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Post by Grath Zann Blackclaw on May 8, 2003 10:03:06 GMT -5
The otter chieftain was sitting at his finely crafted oak large desk scribbling words with his quill on a piece of brich parchment. The door to his room opened and an otter walked inside. Grath continued in his writing, ignoring the otter's presence. The otter stops in front of Grath's desk and clears his troat to talk. Grath stops his writing, putting his quill down on the desk and looks up at the otter, giving the otter his full attention. The otter gulps and speaks, "Those vermin scum outside wish to seek passage past our tribe's territory, Skip." Grath sits in his chair, thinking for a moment, " Hm, that is what they want you to think. Fool a warrior and knife 'im in the back. Aye, that be the way with vermin." The otter continues, "They say they would pay for passage through our lands, Skip." "It tis no need of value 'ere, lets get rid of them as soon as possible," an otter interupts the other. Grath nodds his head, "Aye that be a good idea Slickpaw, if we are rid of them they can bother some other poor creature's life," Grath stands and slams his paw hard onto the oak desk, "No, we shall not let them spill innocent blood." the otter chieftain points towards the door, "Go and tell them that if they don't turn back to where they come from we shall 'ave no choice but to battle this vermin army."
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