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Post by LordStripetail on Feb 26, 2009 19:59:07 GMT -5
"laddy Olana? can you describe what she looks like? When was the last time Gibson saw. I fear that answrr only leads to more questions.." stripetail replied. He had grown up in a world where lineage had been everything, and one family had ruled over the others- the Starstripes, in fact Stripetail had been born into servitude to that family. Through magical gifts honed by Lord Starstripe Himself., Stripetail had overcome his humble upbringing to become first a noble, and then eventually ruler of Aestorica. Stripetail had had one mate in his long life, the Lady Snowpaw, who had died in childbirth giving birth to thier firstborn son, who had died as well a few hours later. their deaths had devastated the young squirrell, and it had taken him many years to fully recover from thier losses. he had , due to his humble beginnings, always had sympathy for the lesser beasts, those without claim to any title save that of goodbeast. Stripetail frowned the mebtion of missing kin always brought back memories of his long-lost family, even after hundreds upon hundreds of seasons, the memories still made his throat catch..
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Post by Gyre on Feb 27, 2009 20:53:28 GMT -5
"How can I describe Lady Olana...?" Scarlath's old, troubled consonance grew light and careless as he thought of the fair lady. His mind swept him back to the first time he saw her....
~~~He was standing beside his lifelong friend, Gibson, who was not yet the king. He was a strong young beast, a grizzled, brown striped badger, he wore a great rugged beard, and a grin to warm the coldest heart. Scarlath was younger than too, but he had always felt old. Lady Olana came skipping up the light dusty road. The red squirrel had arm was linked with another young maid. They had small yellow flowers braided into their tails, and they wore crowns of flora.. She was just a pup then, and Scarlath only knew her as a babe really.. Gibson's broad grin was that of a jolly uncle as Olana broke into a run and hugged the grizzled badger fiercely.
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"Olana... she is a squirrel, and her fur is as red as an apple.. She is tall for a squirrel maid, even when she was a child, and now, I expect she would be nearly 25 seasons, and still evading marriage.. I'm sure that's where she's gone... You see, she's never met a young gentlemen that she liked... she'd dress up in armour and fence with them, and /beat/ them, but she always turned them away when they came courting in the dozens..."
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Post by Gyre on Feb 27, 2009 21:06:26 GMT -5
Dawn broke over the mountains that rose high above Laois, while far below the city's creatures were gathering to hear Scarlath's coming speech, Lady Olana was packing up her camp. She shook the dew from her lean-to tent, and bundled it all up so she could carry it on her back. Her long, fiery red tail twitched as she glanced over her shoulder at the city sprawled far below. It was afleeting look, and she was heading for the crest of the toothy mountains.
Last night, she had been sitting beneath teh stars, before a warm fire reading the letter over, and over, and over.... She could barely read parts of it now, where it had been folded adn worn, but she knew it by heart, and teh onl,y reason she read it was the comfort of teh handwriting... It was from a friend she had spent the summers with when she was only a small pup... the shy, beautiful squirrel maid that she had gathered flowers with and played tag with all those summers ago. Olana still remembered teh way teh tiny, yellow yarrow flowers looked against Gale's black fur... everytime she read teh letter, she saw them again..
As she came to the snow dusted crest of teh mountain and looked down on all the tarrain she still had to cover, she let her mind slip slowly back to the Gale's short letter...
"My father has promised my hand in marriage to one of my most persistent suitors... He is a good creature, and I wanted you to know that even though I don't love him, I may learn to. I wanted to give you some hope. I hope that you feel teh same way about Frederick.
Best wishes,
Gale Tensbaine"
Olana thought about what she would tell Gale when she arrived at her front step, to rescue her and tell her what she had wanted to all those summers ago..
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Post by LordStripetail on Feb 28, 2009 13:23:27 GMT -5
"a strong-headed child" Stripetail smiled. "Doesn't like to be tied down to anyone. a 'free spirit" the Aestoricans would say.. though is a full squirrel-lady now, and quite a pretty one, I'd imagine. Someone with whom it is easy to fall in love with, the trick for the suitor is to get her to fall in love with him..' stripetail laughed, his voice filled with mirth. "That is not so easy..Does she know any magic?"
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Post by LordStripetail on Mar 25, 2009 21:14:13 GMT -5
Ninians walked out into the town square which was quickly filling up with creatures. Everyone was waiting for Scarlath to adress them, and formally begin the Five Trials. By custom, if you wanted to attempt the trails, you had to raise both arms over your head, and call out your name, and your name would be written down.. After each trail, a good portion of the contestants would be eliminated and sent home..
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Post by LordStripetail on Sept 1, 2010 23:36:25 GMT -5
Stripetail watched as the large crowd jostled for position, his eyes gleamed as he beheld the multitude bellow him... "One of these beasts will become ruler of these lands, I hope the fates pick a good one..."
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Post by LordStripetail on Nov 2, 2012 20:48:49 GMT -5
Ninnian watched from the gathered crowd as the old fox rolled out a long parchment..
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Post by nauticusvergil on Dec 16, 2012 1:43:06 GMT -5
A snake suddenly slithered through the crowd now, drawing some gasps and some horrified looks, though he made no move to eat anyone. He was red scaled on his backside with purple underbelly scales. He stopped near the edge of the crowd, his verdant eyes looking out at the competition with some interest as his long body stretched out behind him.
Like all snakes in this region, his gaze was hypnotic, and could entrance others, though only if one were looking directly into them, and for the moment, he was clearly averting his gaze from those around him, instead watching the competition with an intense look.
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Post by LordStripetail on Jan 27, 2013 20:22:24 GMT -5
ninnian gazed breiefly at the snake, before turning and listening tio scrlaths loud explanation of the contests history and its rules..
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Post by LordStripetail on Feb 25, 2013 22:13:37 GMT -5
scarlath raised a scroll above his head ' hail, citizens of Loais. The Time has come for the Five Trails! those who wish to seek the throne, must conquer five grueling challenges, and only one of you will win."
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Post by kor on Feb 28, 2013 0:00:15 GMT -5
Maertin listened to the announcement. Interesting, he thought. Though they must be very difficult to win indeed, and he also thought that many who entered may not live through them.
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Post by mkenjiro on Feb 28, 2013 21:32:45 GMT -5
Also among the crowd of spectators, stood a trio of three young beasts: a wolf, a border collie, and a mouse. They were outsiders from another land, and they were not here for the Trials itself, but because the the growing danger and evil that might be here for it...
The wolf was looking around at the others, when the border collie spoke.
"For the tenth time," she said, "we aren't here to take the part in the Trials. They won't take outsiders."
"First off, I haven't seen it is writing," the wolf snapped back. "And all I'm doing is looking for suspicious people, unlike you, gold brick..."
"I'm already looking at one, twitchy..."
The young mouse remained focus as he watched the old fox at the center, in awe and a little sadness. He has heard much of Scarlath, but it was at this time he'd get to see him in person in his twilight years... And it would also be no hope for him to have an audience with the wise old fox...
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Post by LordStripetail on Feb 28, 2013 22:25:50 GMT -5
scarlath continued
as is custom, whoever wants to compete must raise thier paws abocve their head and call out their name. thus are you entered, and bound to compete in the trails.all present may compete, it is open to all. all thsat required is that you be a goodbeast."
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Post by mkenjiro on Mar 4, 2013 0:40:01 GMT -5
The wolf turned and smirked at the collie. "Fates are against you this time," he said. "You may be looking at the new king in due time!"
"Gods help us if you win..." the collie remarked, and then looked towards the mouse. "Fynn? What do you think?"
"Maybe Tor in the Trials could help us find the truth behind any rumor of evil here, though it'd seem like an insult to enter with intentions other than the true purpose of finding the new king of this land..."
"Then why not you enter? You have a better chance of seeking out the evil right there in the Trials. Also, got potential to be a leader, unlike SOME beasts..."
"She HAS a point, to a point," Tor replied. "If you and I are in the Trials, we can watch out for each other. What do you say?"
Fynn began to contemplate, and the first call for the Trials could be heard in the crowd. The trio turned to see that a dark-skinned elf had raised his arms and called out his own name. Tyrus de Guil'con'gae, and elf from a very far off land, had come to take the challenge for the throne...
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Jackson and his friends were in another part of the crowd, but had also heard the name of the first challenger. Though he had built up confidence to compete over the night, his heart still raced at this very moment.
"It's time buddy," Simon patted the otter on the shoulder. "You may not be able to get a second chance..."
Jack took a deep breath, and then raised his arms over his head. "Jackson!" he shouted as loud as he could...
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Post by kor on Mar 4, 2013 10:11:16 GMT -5
Maertin thought over a few thoughts for a bit, also listening to some others around him before he decided why not. He raised his hand and called out his name. "Maertin."
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