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Post by LordStripetail on Jul 9, 2009 14:27:25 GMT -5
Noonvale, long hidden from the outside world, is about to fact itgrestest threst in thousands of years, since Badrang the Tyrant ruled. Badrang never learned of Noonvale's existance. Skycruel the Terrible has, and he aims to destroy this small peaceful village.. yet Noonvale is not without ir protectors..
Hurry up Rose!' said a young mouse as he raced towards the brook which ran by the town. Brome, named after his distant ancestor stood waiting impatiently for his younger sister..
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Post by Jim Grim on Jul 10, 2009 17:02:50 GMT -5
OOC: Are you wanting me to take the part of Rose?
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Post by LordStripetail on Jul 10, 2009 22:46:04 GMT -5
(Sure you can take her, and we'll see how far we get..
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Post by LordStripetail on Jul 15, 2009 20:44:01 GMT -5
"rait rup Brome moi friend" said a young mnole huffingf his way towards broome. "come on Bruggs, you need to keep up..' Brome scolded him, I wanted to explore the river today.."
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Post by LordStripetail on Jul 26, 2009 15:39:14 GMT -5
re rave ro rait, fr Miz roser" Btriggs replied, panting with exhertion and wiping his brow.. "Fine, we'll wait for her a little longer" Brome replied....
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Post by InkBlot on Aug 13, 2009 11:00:23 GMT -5
"Your Miss Rose isn't on the trail. Leastwise, not from that direction." A dark brown squirrel dropped from a nearby tree, and took a bite out of an apple in his hand.
OOC: Where the H3ll did jim go?
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Post by LordStripetail on Aug 13, 2009 11:06:02 GMT -5
(who lnows? He'll show up..) " And who are you? Brome asked looking at the newcomer. "We're waiting for my sister.. she's always been a slowpoke.. fine singer , though not as good as her namesake.. no one is as good as Rose the Ancient"
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Post by InkBlot on Aug 13, 2009 11:31:45 GMT -5
"Tiberius Longfletch, call me Graf," Graf said around some apple, just before taking another bite, "Funny. I didn't even see anyone else on the trail."
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Post by LordStripetail on Aug 20, 2009 12:55:54 GMT -5
"Hello graf" Brome said kindly. " What brings you here? Noonvale is a long way from the nearest village, we're in the middle of nowhere..
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Post by InkBlot on Aug 20, 2009 18:53:51 GMT -5
"Yes, but that also makes you in the middle of my travels to just about nowhere." Another two bites.
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Post by LordStripetail on Aug 20, 2009 19:51:06 GMT -5
' Would you like to see the village? We can put you up in a hut for a few days.. Noonvale is truly a wonderful place.. Brome said..
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Post by InkBlot on Aug 21, 2009 9:51:31 GMT -5
"Sure. That would be fine. Apparently other travelers' descriptions of your hospitality are true." Munch, munch.
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Post by LordStripetail on Sept 11, 2009 12:26:20 GMT -5
"Yes we priide ourselves on hospitality to stranger" Bromme replied, getting tired of waiting for Rose. " Comeon, I;ll show you around, folow me.."
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Post by InkBlot on Jan 26, 2010 0:02:41 GMT -5
Graf jammed the rest of the apple, core and all, down his throat. After stooping down and using grass to wipe the sweet juice off of his fingers, he matched Brome's pace for the village.
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Post by LordStripetail on Jan 27, 2010 21:57:48 GMT -5
the Village had changed little in thousands of season, The Noovalians kept their existence secret to all but a few.. They told tales abour martin, and rose and Brome and how they had defeated badrang the Tyrant..
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