Post by LordStripetail on Oct 12, 2004 8:26:00 GMT -5
" Fox Glove, is it? Well, I'm pleased to meet you. I am Lord Stripetail and this is Rosey and Snowy. They are the only survivors, as far as I can tell. I believe a vermin horde is responsible for this carnage. Now, help us search for any other survivors." Lord Stripetail
Post by wereweasel on Oct 12, 2004 16:08:32 GMT -5
The young mouse nodded her agreement and quickly began searching through the reckage. Her and there she found bodies of shrews and vermin alike. Blood was splattered everywhere and small fires slowly burned themselves down to nothing. Fox Glove had just about given up hope for finding anyone when she heard a scuffling sound coming from a pile of rubble. It appeared that somebeast was trapped there. "Over hear!" she called to Lord Stripetail as she began to move aside debri (I think I spelled that wrong). After several minutes she had managed to clear a small hole. She reached her arms inside to help the surviver only to be bitten rather badly on her left paw. "Ouch!" she yelled and drew her hands back. At that moment a weasel dibbun poked it's head out of the hole to look around, apparantly he thought better of comming out and ducked quickly back inside.
Post by LordStripetail on Oct 13, 2004 9:33:29 GMT -5
Lord Stripetail walked over to Fox Glove and looked down at the hole. The weasel dibbun poked his head out again. In a twinkling, he reached down and grabbed the weaselbabe by the scruf of the neck and pulled it out. It let out a cry, but Lord Stripetail cradled it in his arms, and began petting his head. The weaselbabe stopped crying, and and Lord Stripetail walked over to Fox Glove. " Well now, this was quite unexpected. It is a gift from the fates, I suppose. It is not often that a weaselbabe is given the chance to be a goodbeast, at least not on this side of the Sea. The number of vermin goodbeasts throughout time is very small, no more than a few dozen out of countless evil riffraff. So this, my young mousemaiden, is a golden opportunity. You may not think so, judging from the bite you have recieved, but trust me. If we teach him correctly, he can be a friend to shrews, mice and moles, and an enemy to the other vermin." Turning to Rosey, who was cradling her young brother, in her arms, " I think we should set out for my home. There you can rest in safety. We have searched the entire village, and apart from you, your brother, and this weaselbabe, there are no other survivors. If you want, we can search for food around here, but I wouldn't get my hopes up. Fox Glove, would you like to accompany us?" Lord Stripetail
Post by wereweasel on Oct 13, 2004 22:46:42 GMT -5
Fox Glove had managed to stop the bleeding from her bite and she turned to face Lord Stripetail. "I'd be really gratefull if you'd take me along. Basically I've been on my own for almost a year now...exploring the world to find my place in it. I don't really know where I am or what to do next...so I'd really be happy to go with you guys."
Post by LordStripetail on Oct 14, 2004 7:48:21 GMT -5
Lord Stripetail chuckled. " Very well then. When we reach my home, we can bandage your paw. I've been on my own as well for, let me see now, for very long time. I've done a bit of exploring myself, and I am well respected wherever I travel, except by vermin, of course. They're terrified of me, and they should be. As for where we are, we are about 10 miles from Bloodstone, as the crow flies. Once we get home, please tell me a little bit about yourself, your parents, any siblings, boyfriends,(he chuckled) and any other creatures you're close to. I will in turn tell you a little about myself." He swiched his staff to his left paw, and grasped the weaselbabe in his right. " Look at the little fellow, he's fast asleep. He must feel safe and secure, to fall asleep so quickly. But before we go, we must first bury the dead." Lord Stripetail
Post by wereweasel on Oct 14, 2004 22:09:11 GMT -5
Burying the dead was a nasty buisness and Fox Glove worked in silence. Her home island had not been safe from atack by sea vermin and the corpses of the shrews, with their now faces permanetly reflecting the agony they felt when they died, reminded her all too well of past battles she had endured. When she had finely finished burying the last shrew in the area where she worked she whiped away the tears that where blurring her vision and walked off to the others who where just finishing up. "All done on my end, do you need any more help?" she asked.
Post by LordStripetail on Oct 15, 2004 8:01:52 GMT -5
Lord Stripetail straightened up and shook his head. "No. Let's get going." With that they set off. Lord Stripetail walked out of the village, Rosey carrying her brother in one paw, the weaselbabe in the other, Fox Glove right behind them."Follow me." Lord Stripetail climbed a nearby tree and glided from tree to tree, not stopping until he reached a large oak. He swung down from the branch and waited for the others. Fox Glove reached him first, panting. Then Rosey came up to them, and gave the weaselbabe to Lord Stripetail to carry. She gave Snowy to Fox Glove, and bent over, trying to catch her breath. " You-you're re-really fast , my Lord. It was all we could do to keep up." Next time, I won't go as fast Rosey. Now, let's get you inside." He opened a door in the side of the tree and ushered them in. " Please forgive the dust. I haven't cleaned the tree in a while, I've been busy elsewhere. Let's get your paw wrapped Fox Glove. There's a chair you can sit in Rosey, and I'll get some food." He went and opened a door. He brought out some bandages., and gave them to Fox Glove. " Here you go. Now to find some food. Make yourself comfortable Fox Glove. I'll be right back." Lord Stripetail
Post by LordStripetail on Oct 18, 2004 15:29:35 GMT -5
Lord Stripetail turned and went up a staircase that was carved into the side of the tree. Once he got to the top of the stairs, he turned and opened a door. " Hmm, I hope my young friends are not too picky. Tarts, pies and some eldberry wine. Not much left in the larders, I'm afraid." Bringing the food out of the pantry, he walked down the stairs. Lord Stripetail
Post by wereweasel on Oct 19, 2004 15:25:44 GMT -5
Fox Glove got to work bandaging her paw. It really wasn't a bad injury but there was no sense in letting it become infected. She looked around her, Lord Stripetail's home seemed to be kept in fairly neat order and had a sort of warmth about it that made her feel at home. The young mouse began to relax for the first time that day. She looked over at Rosey who still looked a bit nervous and said, " Don't worry, you're safe now." When this failed to calm her she decided to change the subject. "Well, soon we'll be getting something to eat. I haven't eated anything all day how about you?"
Post by LordStripetail on Oct 19, 2004 15:55:03 GMT -5
Lord Stripetail reached the bottom of the stairs. He set the food down on the table next to the chair Rosey was sitting in. Then he went back upstairs, and soon returned carrying two smaller chairs. He set them down, one on each side of the big chair. " There you are. Fox Glove you may have the chair on the left. Rosey, the right one is yours." He then pointed his staff at the table." Dinnurus!" There was a flash of light, then three plates appeared on the table, along with sthingys, knives, and forks. A cup lay next to each plate. A large candle sat in the middle of the table, its flame cheerily lighting the room. A steaming loaf of bread lay next to the candle, giving off the warm aroma of oats. He cut the bread with a knife and gave a piece to Fox Glove, then Rosey. He cut another slice in pieces and gave them to Rosey. " For the Dibbuns." He said. "How are they doing?" She replied." They are both asleep my Lord. I will feed them when they awaken." He nodded and cut himself a slice. He then passed around the pies and tarts. Lastly he placed the flask of eldberry wine on the table and poured everyone a glass. He raised his glass to the two young creatures and said with a smile," Let's eat!' Lord Stripetail
Post by wereweasel on Oct 20, 2004 13:14:56 GMT -5
Fox Glove was amazed at the display of magic. She had never seen anything appear out of thin air like that before. However she was far to hungry to just sit and think about it. "Mmmmm...these pies are amazing!" she said through a mouthful. She washed it down with a sip of wine and grabbed another slice of bread. "Thank you so much for providing all this for us! I won't forget it let me tell you!"
Post by LordStripetail on Oct 20, 2004 13:54:30 GMT -5
" You're welcome Fox Glove. Eat as much as you want." Lord Stripetail said as he nibbled on some bread. Rosey had 3 pies on her plate and was gulping down her wine. She had also set aside a pie for Snowy and the weaselbabe. Lord Stripetail turned to Fox Glove. " He deserves a name.But that can wait until we've finished eating." Lord Stripetail
Post by LordStripetail on Oct 22, 2004 10:41:52 GMT -5
Lord Stripetail turned towards his plate and began eating a tart. He ate slowly, savoring the flavor and leaving flakes of pastry on his whiskers. He shook his head , sending the flakes to the ground. Finishing his tart, he cut himself another slice of bread. Then he gave slices to Rosey and Fox Glove. "The bread is nearly gone. You two are eating like you haven't eaten all day! Slow down and savor your food." But Rosey was rapidly devouring the slice he had given her, and grabbed some more pies from the plate of tarts, which were nearly gone as well. Lord Stripetail
Post by LordStripetail on Oct 25, 2004 11:29:56 GMT -5
Lord Stripetail grabbed the last slice of bread, and chewed it slowly. " Well, that's the last of it. Are either of you still hungry?" He asked. But Both Fox Glove and Rosey were tearing into thier last pies and didn't hear him. Lord Stripetail
Post by wereweasel on Oct 26, 2004 15:29:24 GMT -5
ooc: sorry I haven't posted in a while, I've been busy
Fox Glove finished her last slice of bread and washed it down with a bit more wine. "That was wonderful! You're right though...I hadn't eaten in quite a while. I ran out of the food I packed a little while ago and was forced to forage...sometimes the pickings are pretty slim." She looked over to the young weasel who was sleeping soundly nearby. "You're right though...he does need a name and a proper one two. We can't have any of those vermin names like...I don't know scar face or whatever. The horrible things they call their own astound me. I'm not terribly sure though...hmm...perhaps we should name him after some famous warrior...like...Martin or Sunstripe."