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Post by Redstripe the Strong on Jan 13, 2008 15:21:48 GMT -5
Redstripe eased himself into a sitting position against a large tree and sighed,"My old bones arn't likeing the whole travellin again." he sighed and looked around, this area was familiar. He stood up and walked off the path a little ways, and sure enough there it was. A stone to mark a grave. A name was carved into the stone, it was a little weatherworn but Redstripe knew the name that was on it."Ole Grey the Mighty." He sat down and leaned against a tree near the grave."Well Grey, I told ye one day I'd be a great warrior, now I'm gettin old. But that ain't stopping me, there arn't many a youngin that can fight ole Redstripe." He laughed as he remembered the old days when he was travelling with his old companion, he even remembered the day he died. The battle, the other beasts that he met. Those events that changed the course of his life. He started to nod off and his snores filled the air with a loud drone.
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Post by Jim Grim on Jan 14, 2008 17:04:42 GMT -5
From slightly deeper in the woodlands, a pair of red, fiery eyes watched the sleeping badger. It was a curious thing, the old one was speaking to the dead. Probably mad... Thought the watcher. Not that it concerned him. He came out into the open, revealing himself to be a muscular squirrel with loose-fitting clothes, wearing a headband which half covered his eyes. He carried a bow across his back, and a short sword at his side. Padding silently toward the badger, the squirrel began looking around for any supplies he could steal.
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Post by Redstripe the Strong on Jan 14, 2008 20:16:25 GMT -5
"You shouldn't steal from the old lad." Redstripe stood up and towered over the squirrel,"I've been fightin fer years, I know when a beast comes sneakin inta ma camp. If you want food, yer welcome ta join me I got plenty." He grabbed his axe,"Or you can be dumb an try ta steal it an I can water the trees with your blood before the end o the day."
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Post by Jim Grim on Jan 15, 2008 11:10:22 GMT -5
The squirrel nodded his head respectfully. "A thousand apologies, warrior. Food never usually comes that easily to my paw." He sat down, taking the odd glance at the badger, watching in case he decided to kill him anyway.
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Post by Redstripe the Strong on Jan 15, 2008 23:42:21 GMT -5
He leaned his axe against a tree and sat down,"Thats alright lad, I understand. Redstripe the Strong at yer service. Traveller of distant lands and fighter of countless battles. I've fought with many a good beast against many a bad beast." he sighed and threw a large pack at the squirrel,"Whats yer name lad?"
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Post by Jim Grim on Jan 17, 2008 12:20:19 GMT -5
The squirrel replied as he peered eagerly into the pack. Usually he would never have so much food so easily. "They call me Henrak Trueflight. Trueflight's not my real last name, they just call me it because of my prowess with a bow." He picked a scone out of the pack and began to eat steadily. Not only to savor it, but because he never forgot his manners.
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Post by Redstripe the Strong on Jan 18, 2008 18:49:38 GMT -5
"Go ahead and eat, no need fer manners around me. I've feasted with many hares in my day...well more like tried to find bits of food they hadn't eaten first. So manners are no big thing with me Henrak." He sighed and placed his hands on his stomach,"Asides, I already ate, an I'm eaded fer Redwall for a good long rest before I head overseas again."
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Post by Jim Grim on Jan 19, 2008 6:21:04 GMT -5
"Redwall? I don't think I've ever come across the place, though I've heard a lot about it... I'd like to visit there one day..." He bit a large chunk out of the scone, the word going through his head. Redwall... He liked the sound of it.
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Post by Redstripe the Strong on Jan 21, 2008 0:20:27 GMT -5
"Yer welcome to join me on my trip to Redwall Lad." He looked at him,"Redwall will let ye in, theys kind beasts there. Its a solid fort too, those walls have yet to fall to any force be it vermin or natures will." he sighed and thought back to his days of Redwall's champion,"They have the most magnificent sword above a tapestry of Martin, the founder and spirit guardian of Redwall."
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Post by Jim Grim on Jan 23, 2008 14:10:11 GMT -5
Swallowing his mouthful, Henrak thought for a second before replying. "Ok, I'll tag along if you don't mind..." It wasn't as if he had any better plans, he reasoned. And if the food was as good as he'd heard...
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Post by Redstripe the Strong on Jan 23, 2008 17:26:32 GMT -5
"Well then we can get headed out a little later. I'm old and need a wee bit a rest." He yawned,"but my age has yet to affect my fighting." He laughed and started to nod off.
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Post by Jim Grim on Jan 24, 2008 13:31:53 GMT -5
Henrak finished the scone, and checked his surroundings before lying back and closing one eye. Not the other one though, he was cautious, and never slept with both eyes closed, as well as keeping one paw close to a weapon, just in case.
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Post by Redstripe the Strong on Jan 24, 2008 16:24:42 GMT -5
As they dozed off a set of eyes watched them from the brush. The creature's hands rested on the shaft of a large ceder javelin. The creature was in a blue gold trimmed tunic, he was skilled at hiding and made no sound at all.
Redstripe saw the figure in the darkness of the brush from one half cracked open eyelid. He moved his arm like he was moving in his sleep and the tips of his claws touched the hilt of his axe.
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Post by Jim Grim on Jan 25, 2008 10:41:47 GMT -5
Henrak stirred at the first hint of movement from Redstripe. He was a very light sleeper. Noticing thay the badger seemed to be looking at something, he pretended to roll over in his sleep, to get a better look. He noticed the figure of a creature hiding amongst the bushes, and decided to wait on Redstripe to act.
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Post by Redstripe the Strong on Jan 26, 2008 14:47:56 GMT -5
Nearly thirty otters leaped out of the brush and pointed their Javelins at Redstripe and Henrak. A voice shouted out from the bushes."Redstripe I told ye naver ta show yer big stinkin hide in ma forests again!"
Redstripe started to laughed and looked at the otters,"Lads you all grew up, barely recognized ye."
a large otter leaped out of the brush,"Dang, I figured in yer old age ye wouldn't recognize them." Hitchaw laughed,"Been a long time Redstripe, who's yer friend?"
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