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Post by benon on Apr 19, 2007 18:20:35 GMT -5
"Les go den, silly wuffs. The vermings are shoopid aminals. We can sneek by dem eazily." He began to gesture impatiently implying the need to get moving.
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Post by xylon on Apr 19, 2007 19:00:12 GMT -5
OOC: northern badlands and forests, Southern shores. OOC: Northern shores, Yu. Northern. Martin and Dinny didn't go to Salamandastron to hear his father's story. Xylon walked forward into the surrounding foliage, the haversack over his shoulder.
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Post by InkBlot on Apr 19, 2007 19:16:54 GMT -5
Saroyyo followed, all weapons sheathed.
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Post by signasul on Apr 19, 2007 19:28:15 GMT -5
The weasel tailed behind them and held the infant squirrels paw.
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Post by xylon on Apr 19, 2007 19:32:09 GMT -5
OOC:Salamandastron's on the western shores Saroyyo followed, all weapons sheathed. OOC: Exactly. Luke's caves are not. Xylon heard the others following behind him. His free hand straying close to his knives, the wolf crouched at the end of the woodland. Vast vermin tents were spread out amoung the hills.
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Post by InkBlot on Apr 19, 2007 19:44:03 GMT -5
OOC: IDK The three creatures easily slipped past the clueless vermin and continued on their trip.
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Post by benon on Apr 19, 2007 19:57:27 GMT -5
Wiffler was bored, he twirled his vine-and-knife with his free hand, he was hungry, as were they all. They passed close by a vermin fire. He snagged a wood-pegion they were cooking, in the process scattering the fire onto the closely packed tents full of sleeping vermin. OOPS.
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Post by xylon on Apr 19, 2007 20:03:32 GMT -5
Xylon reared around the instant the fire was scattered. Raising the sword aloft, he waited until he was sure htat none of the vermin had been disturbed.
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Post by benon on Apr 19, 2007 20:06:51 GMT -5
OOC: Dude, we're about a hundred yards away, and they're still sleepin.
Wiffler was swept up as the party ran west through the underbrush, with Xylon acting as a rear guard.
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Post by xylon on Apr 19, 2007 20:13:23 GMT -5
OOC: OOOOOOOOOOOOh. I'll edit my post.
Xylon trudged cautiously behind the party.
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Post by benon on Apr 19, 2007 20:16:27 GMT -5
OOC: ok. that's good too.
Wiffler was having a grand ould time. He was meandering through the brush with his friends, picking berries while liberally staining his mouth and paws, whilst his buddies dined upon stolen pigeon.
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Post by xylon on Apr 19, 2007 20:18:48 GMT -5
Xylon was, for once, glad to have company in the cold outskirts of the pines. The baby squirrel was enjoying himself, running a little ahead of them and stuffing down berries.
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Post by benon on Apr 19, 2007 20:20:52 GMT -5
As the pines thined out, Wiffler could see the sea, it was still a long ways off, but it was there. He could feel that the "Cabes a' Luke" were very near.
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Post by xylon on Apr 19, 2007 20:31:16 GMT -5
The cliffs spread into view, spanning a good distance of the shore. Running a bit ahead, Xylon pointed to them. "The Caves of Luke the Warrior. Not a morning's march from here, little one."
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Post by InkBlot on Apr 20, 2007 13:08:44 GMT -5
"Now that we've nearly reached our destination, does anyone happen to have any more scoff? That pidgeon's all I've had since two days ago."
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