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Post by nauticusvergil on Jun 20, 2011 23:04:54 GMT -5
Ladorak sighed sadly, and lowered his head. "Yes... I'm fully aware who that mousemaiden is." He said. "I come from a rather strange bloodline, after all. A very dark one. I think part of it may have cursed me for awhile, I'm not really sure. If you wish to show me this portrait, you may do so, though I feel a bit reluctant." he said. "It does sound interesting, though, and I'll trust your judgment."
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Post by LordStripetail on Jun 20, 2011 23:10:16 GMT -5
rose won't harm you. she was a very kindbeast, and her voice is still regarded in noonvale today as the best that village has ever produced. which is saying something as the mousemaidens there are famous for their vocal talents. Stripetail said. It is not well known in the abbey today, but her spirit visited martin here once while he was alive, before he set out on his final quest. oh! the sheer agony he must have felt upon seeing her! the love of his life,or rather her ghost, appearing before him after all these years. But she must have felt it necessary to travel the great distance to see him and warn him..
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Post by nauticusvergil on Jun 21, 2011 22:07:21 GMT -5
"Well I'm just worried, because I'm descended from the one who... did her in." Ladorak said, gulping a little. "I don't want her holding any... hard feelings toward me. I know she was kind but... I just don't want her to hate me because of what my ancestor did, though she'd have every right to." the stoat explained.
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Post by LordStripetail on Jun 21, 2011 23:00:09 GMT -5
she won't hold it against you it was Badrang she hated. badrang changed history when he killed her. martin would have never left Noonvale if she had survived, he would never have come to mossflower and met Gonff and Abbess germaine and Bella and all the rest." stripetail said as he stopped in front of his room and gazed into it. there in middlke of a cluttered room stood a painting of a young mousemaiden gazing out over a cliff in the background stood the ruins of a fortress.
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Post by nauticusvergil on Jul 11, 2011 22:37:53 GMT -5
Ladorak paused as he saw the portrait hanging before him. He blinked a few times. "I suppose history was changed that day." he said, looking right at the mousemaiden in the picture.
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Post by LordStripetail on Jul 11, 2011 22:55:23 GMT -5
This painting is very old, needless to say.. how I got it is a rather long story, and complex..forgive the mess.. I've been meaning to tidy up in here, but never seem to get around to it..
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Post by nauticusvergil on Jul 11, 2011 23:00:39 GMT -5
"Couldn't you just wave your paw, and make it all clean?" the stoat half joked. "I mean I could help... that wouldn't be an issue." he offered.
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Post by LordStripetail on Jul 14, 2011 18:02:20 GMT -5
Stripetail gave him a look. " theres a lot of stuff to clean up, and magic does have limits.. " stripetail said. it was rthen the temperature in the room negan to drop noricably..Ladorak" a voice called out..
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Post by nauticusvergil on Jul 18, 2011 8:35:30 GMT -5
The stoat tensed up, noticing the temperature drop and the voice that suddenly seemed to drift around him. He looked very slowly over at the picture, a bit fearful of this latest development.
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Post by LordStripetail on Jul 18, 2011 16:20:19 GMT -5
the room become cloudy and mist spread around the room. the picture seemed to glow and then.. then the figure of a mousemaiden stepped out of the painting.. the mousemaiden wore a purple runic, at her side she wore a long rusty sword. her eyes were pools of hazel light, her long headfur was tied back in a ponytail. She appeared to be somewhere between the age of thirteen or fourteen seasons. She gave stripetail only a cursory glance, It was ladorak her focus was on.." Hello, ladorak' the maiden, who was obviously Rose of noonvale, said. her voice was thin but srill held traces of kindness and musicality, for which she was legendary. " you Wished to speak with me? wel, here I am. It is not often I leave my grave, you are first creature I've visited outside of Noonvale, besides the Seer over there, in centuries. So.. ask away.."
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Post by nauticusvergil on Jul 19, 2011 23:05:23 GMT -5
"Well I suppose..." Ladorak could hardly believe what was happening, as the ghost of the mousemaiden herself had stepped out of the painting. " I guess I wanted to apologize... for my ancestor's actions. If it's any small consolation... the later generations went on to become pretty good stoats... all responsible naval officers for the most part." He told her gulping a little as he stared right at the ghostly apparition.
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Post by LordStripetail on Jul 20, 2011 0:40:11 GMT -5
you don't need to apologize . your ancestor was a wicked and accursed stoat, don't worry, hes getting what he deserves in hellgates. still it was my fault for ignoring the prophecy.. that something terrible would happen at marshank if Martin returned there..yet return we did. i never felt the impact of hitting the wall that killed me,and it took me sometime to accept that i was dead. naturally, I was devatrated rhar I would never see my friends or family again, well alive." Rose sighed., floating over to a dusty chair and sitting down. "i visited my family at night to comfort and console them as best I could. first Grumm, than my little brother Brom, then my parents. One by one I visited everyone close to me in Noonvale. they told me maerin had left, and had never once mentioned me. I was a bit hurt by that, i would have hoped my name would bring back the good times we had shared together. But Martin could never get over Badrang killing me..
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Post by nauticusvergil on Jul 25, 2011 10:04:16 GMT -5
"That is a terrible thing, I'm afraid." Ladorak said. "I still feel remorse all the same for what my ancestor did. At least after a few more generations his line began improving, and spawned at least one good naval officer." he said, smiling. He watched her as she floated over to a chair. "I'm sorry to hear about Martin. I was told he never could recover from that, unfortunately. Sometimes, the death of a loved one can have a terrible impact on us, even if we don't originally intend it to be so." he said, frowning a little.
"I'm just glad my ancestor's line managed to improve over the years... until they finally reached me. I try to do as much good as I can, though I can't help but to feel remorse over this, you understand." he stated.
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Post by LordStripetail on Jul 25, 2011 10:34:34 GMT -5
every bloodline can produce a goodbeast stripetail said in reply. " you visited martin here when he was older. how did that encounter go?" Rose sighed. ' it took martin quite sometime to accept that I was actually there in front of him. finally he said he that he had never told anyone about me for a reason, that he had never loved anybeast like me, and the memory of losing me to badrang was far too painful to ever discuss publicly.. my reply to that was, /your friends would understand and have a lot of sympathy for you. all I would ever want for you Martin, is for you to be happy. burying what happened to me deep inside you, will always eat at you, no matter how much you fight it. " _ you're absolutely right in that" stripetail agreed. after that you warned him about the battles to comes?' "Yes the wolves, which would see him at the edge of Dark Forest for a third time. the first time was after killing Badrang, the second was after Killing Tsarmina. the third time would be the worst, given his age and the extent of his injuries. Which naturally turned out to be the case. while he lingered near dark forest we were given a chance to talk together for as long as we pleased. i told him that he was too old to survive another fight like the one he had just had, he needed to put his sword aside to ensure that he would live a full life. he told me that even if he died, he could never leave the abbey. behind.. - well martin;s ghosts has left the abby on several occassions' Stripetail said before stopping, and turning around. in the doorway stood a mouse dressed in fine armor " Seer one does not talk needlessly about someone, when that someone is around to hear it.." said the mouse, who was, needless to say,Martin " This was not for my sake, but for Ladorak here ' ah yes, the son of Badrang" Martin's face darkened, as he stepped inside the room. " Have a seat" stripetail said calmly. gesturing and moving a chair away from a table covered in old parchments. Martin took it and then noticed Rose. " its been a very long timne ' he sighed "about 7000 years, but whos counting? Rose said " I merely came to assure Ladorak here that I hold no ill will towards him for what Badrang did to me. We did not intend to disturb you."
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Post by nauticusvergil on Jul 26, 2011 9:25:50 GMT -5
He was surprised to see the warrior mouse himself in the flesh. "Martin." he said, all he could get out as the mouse gave him a darker look and moved past him. "I'm sure you didn't mean to disturb me." the stoat spoke. "I just... should apologize once again, now that Martin is here. You had no descendants of course... but the second mouse to bear your namesake, Martin II, was the one who rescued me, and took me away from Sampetra." he explained. "Mattimeo's son... Matthias's grandson." he explained. "He too had no progeny, to stay with the tradition of your name, I suppose."
He looked between the two ghosts. The two of them looked rather noble, even in death. "I suppose the two of you are happy here... now that you are reunited." he explained.
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