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Post by signasul on Mar 10, 2007 6:53:44 GMT -5
"Ahhh!" said the weasel as he spun around, the squirrel hanging on to his chest, waiving a weapon at his face.
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Post by benon on Mar 11, 2007 13:39:11 GMT -5
The squirrel babe shoved the ruby-encrusted hilt of the dagger under Signasul's snout. "Youse sees whit I finded? I thpied a bunchagold stickin out of a hole in a ground. You come wiv me an' see whit else wees can find." The squirrel grabbed hold of Signasul's hand and began leading him off in the direction of the spot where the gold has been discovered.
OOC: dude, this is gold be excited
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Post by signasul on Mar 12, 2007 15:10:18 GMT -5
OOC: its not what he is looking for.
Signasuls eyes glitterd at the site of the gold jewls. he kneled down to see them all. "I wonder who left this?"
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Post by benon on Mar 13, 2007 17:52:58 GMT -5
OOC: what is he looking for then? PS gold buys food and WHATEVER you want.
Wiffler looked at the weasel, "Can we dig it out?" he asks. He was eyeing a gold helmet and he picked it up, put it on his head, it engulfed his baby head, it was a badger lord's tomb. He opened the visor and spoke but the helmet made his voice echo tremendusly, "Lets go an' see whitelse we's can find!"
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Post by signasul on Mar 14, 2007 15:16:04 GMT -5
OOC: somthing you can not buy, it was somthing very importent.
The weasel began to dig untill he hit somthing. he pulled out the white object whitch turned out to be a themer. "Badger?" said the weasel aloud "and old, This might be a grave of some sort."
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Post by benon on Mar 14, 2007 15:40:22 GMT -5
OOC: Any particular name for this object of desire?
Wiffler picked up the dagger and began prodding at the soft earth. The earth gave way to a flight of stairs with badger runes carved around the doorway. The door led to a dark passage and the rest was lost to sight, except for the odd jewel or trinket in the hall.
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Post by signasul on Mar 15, 2007 8:00:05 GMT -5
OOC: nothing your squreill would understand.
The weasel looked down the passage. "well, why not." he said as he began walking down the stairs.
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Post by benon on Mar 15, 2007 16:05:24 GMT -5
OOC: Really
Wiffler followed the weasel and began to pick up the little trinkets and deposit them in the badger lord's helmet.
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Post by signasul on Mar 17, 2007 21:36:29 GMT -5
They came to a large wooden door, on whitch were incribed in strange symboles the finel resting places for the ocupents relitives. "Oooo, Kinky. well this was worth about 5 minutes hu kid?" he said looking down at the babe.
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Post by benon on Mar 20, 2007 17:51:49 GMT -5
"I dunno. I fink it was worf it, kinda." Wiffler said. Then he pointed at Signasul's back. "Wot's dat crawleen up on thy back?" Suddenly, thousands of spiders were down on them.
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Post by raedyn on Mar 20, 2007 22:45:03 GMT -5
Raedyn had been running for a long time. So long, the hours became days and the days ran together like a long season, so that the only sense of time she had was when her weary body screamed for rest. She stopped to sleep, and nothing more. Her footpaws were bloodied and patches of fur had fallen out completely. Her empty stomach constantly begged for food. She only knew that she couldn't stop. She couldn't lose the trail.
Something isn't right, she thought. This doesn't smell like ra...
A sudden drop cut her thoughts short. She tumbled down a hard passage, landing with a thump! at the bottom. Rubbing her sore rump, she looked back and realized she'd fallen down a flight of stairs. She was about to stand up when she saw two figures standing in front of her...and the dozens of spiders beginning to crawl up her body.
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Post by signasul on Mar 21, 2007 15:33:53 GMT -5
"Thoses would be spiders... AHHH #$@^& SPIDERS!" he shreeked as he grabed the babes arm and ran for the exit befor tripping over some one and falling snout first into the stone work.
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Post by benon on Mar 22, 2007 16:02:10 GMT -5
Wiffler was on his feet in first. Brandishing the dagger he yelled at the spiders using his new-found vocabulary "GET #$@^&ING AWAY!!! I sayd Get'way from my friends!" Wiffler tried in vain to heave the prone form up and onto Signasul so they could run away, his babyish strength was not enough. He began slashing at spiders as they continued thier advance on the trio.
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Post by raedyn on Mar 22, 2007 16:46:19 GMT -5
After recovering from the shock of falling down a set of stone stairs, being clambered on by spiders, and having two unknown creatures barrel into her, Raedyn was able to get her bearings. She looked up at the tiny squirrel brandishing a dagger, at the weasel lying on the ground in front of her, then down at her arm, where a particularly large spider had appeared. She recognized it as a brownbacked scythe, which she had encountered on her journeys. There was only one way to rid themselves of the nuisance.
It was obvious that the squirrel and weasel were in as much peril as she. "Hearken to me, friends!" she said. "Stay as still as you can, and they will not be so eager to bite! We need a flame."
She grabbed a pawful of old leaves and twigs that lay at the bottom of the staircase, and held them up to the wall. "Small one, strike your dagger against the stone wall, so that the sparks catch the brush. Hurry, if your value your fur." Raedyn thanked her stars that brownbacked scythes possessed no venom, though she was still dizzy from the pain of the bites.
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Post by benon on Mar 22, 2007 21:23:27 GMT -5
Wiffler Struck with all his Babyish might, he struck and struck and struck. Sparks showered all over the ground, drowning the leaves, there was no real need to worry, because he had no idea what he was doing and slammed the dagger until the soft gold bent out of shape and into a flattened blob-on-a-stick, still dangerous, but shapeless and squashed. Fire exploded into the hallway, illuminating multiple side passages and a thick vein of gold trailing off down a winding passage, the waves of heat from the myriads of sparks killed the spiders and millions of the small beasts crumpled up and died from exposure to suck heat.
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