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Post by Rocky on Oct 19, 2008 18:55:20 GMT -5
It was story time. All creatures gathered around an older creature, a squirrel to be exact. This squirrel, Marc, was telling a story to dibbuns and youngsters, and one not so young one. "Tell more, tell more!" The dibbuns shouted. The older one, a mouse had a dibbun in his lap, and he sat, listening intently. "Hey Ecko! Come here!" Ecko, for that was the older mouse's name gently put the dibbun on the ground and shuffled off to the sound of the voice.
"Rocky, Rocky, Rocky. How goes it?" Ecko asked.
Rocky, a male otter, replid, "Oh, it goes well, father. How's story time?" Rocky smirked.
"Oh don't be smart." Ecko joked.
Then Rocky grabbed Ecko lightly by the arm and pulled him off to the tapestry of martin. "Sir, we don't have a warrior, what will happen if Redwall is attacked? Who will lead?"
Ecko sighed then slwoly shook his head, "I guess it goes to the one who Martin shows up to, young one." Ecko said then patted Rocky on the back then stared at the tapestry. "I'm not that old, sir. 29 seasons." Rocky chuckled, then stared at the tapestry along with the Father Abbot of Redwall.
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Post by Wren on Oct 19, 2008 19:28:49 GMT -5
Look down. Look to the right. You're not the only ones standing there.
A dibbun had joined them somewhat randomly, though he stood straight and tall as though he'd been there the entire time, gazing up at the tapestry, and the otter and mouse were the intruders. The squirrel slowly turned his ears back and looked up at them, eyes wide but not with any particular emotion. Maybe...mild interest. "Where's the sword? I'll be Redwall's champion if you need one!" the dibbun said confidently, straightening further and swishing his tail, trying to look confident and strong.
The squirrel didn't even live here, did he? Where'd he come from? But it was humorous, his confidence and self-assurance that they would simply give him the great, legendary sword, simply because he'd asked.
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Post by Rocky on Oct 19, 2008 19:35:42 GMT -5
Rocky was deep in thought when he heard the voice. Looking down he noticed a squirrel. "Of course you could be the warrior." Rocky chuckled. "Maybe you would like to touch the hilt of the sword?" With that, Rocky reached up and grabbed the sword. For a second, the otter didn't want to let it go. It felt so... right, for lack of a better word. Then Rocky snapped out of it and kneeled down on one knee and held the sword out so theyoung squirrel could grasp the hilt.
Meanwhile, while Rocky was busy with the youngster, Ecko was deep in thought. "Who are you going to choose?" He said out loud to the tapestry. "I hope you choose soon. We need your wisdom, Martin." Ecko muttered.
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Post by Wren on Oct 19, 2008 19:41:02 GMT -5
Now the squirrel was showing some emotion. His eyes went wide, his mouth open as he reached for the sword. "Wren never lets me touch swords," he said distractedly. Whoever Wren was, he clearly assumed they knew him. "Not since I nearly took his foot off..." The squirrel closed his hand on the hilt. it was huge, but he put on a wide grin.
He pulled it away from Rocky, and the tip hit the floor with its weight. The squirrel grunted as he lifted it up, taking it in both hands, then tried to swing it in an awkward arc, one that came close to taking off Ecko's nose. "Oof!" The squirrel fell to his side from the shift in weight, then broke out laughing. "See that? I'm good at this!"
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Post by Rakingclaw on Oct 20, 2008 11:08:40 GMT -5
OOC: It felt right Rock lmao well I can see someone wants to be champion. Are we still going on the assumption that Redwall is still currently besieged by Issacs forces?
BIC: Bertrum had finished doing a check of the walls and surrounding grounds for any crumbling or weakened stone work. Feeling satified that the walls and building were in fact as good as they could ever be he took a stroll into the great hall to see what was all the commotion.
"Guid Mornin! Marc, Ecko, an Rocky me boy! Can A gie ye a haund wit the tellen?" Bertrum asked the older squirrel and sat down next to him his fat belly jiggling as he plopped on the floor.
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Argyle had been walking through the interior of the abbey his thoughts lost on the impending feeling of doom beating in his breast.
"Oh bovver! Wot in the name of Martin rest his soul are we to do!" The jade eyed hare paced back and forth down the hallway. But despite his melancholy mood the smell of the kitchen filled his nostrils and he felt miles better.
"Buck up now ole bean!" He scolded himself "You ant one to bunk off yer duties! You ant Bollocksed, Buggered yer fit! now go an get some bloody scoff and Bobs your uncle!" Argyle strolled down the corridor past the great hall and saw Rocky and Ecko. His sharp ears picked up their conversation.
"Sir, we don't have a warrior, what will happen if Redwall is attacked? Who will lead?"
"I guess it goes to the one who Martin shows up to, young one."
"I'm not that old, sir. 29 seasons."
Argyles eyes drifted to the tapestry, and his thoughts went inward. He was already one of the best sword beasts he had ever known, and the sword of Martin with its perfect balance and razors edge would be a honor and a privilege to wield. But did he have the moral or mental fortitude, strength, and temperance to lead? These thoughts wracked his brain for what seemed like hours as he stared into the tapestry. Then in a moment that would change his life forever, the eyes of Martin moved and stared strait at him. Argyles heart stopped and he rubbed his eyes. Looking again he saw no movement and almost turned to walk away when a voice, deep and powerful yet somehow comforting filled his mind.
"Argyle....Argyle......We are in danger....take me or help another to weld me."
With that the voice was gone and the tapestry sat like it always had lifeless. "I must be going bloody bonkers!" he thought and took off toward the kitchen, the words of Martin rattling in his brain.
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Post by Rocky on Oct 20, 2008 18:32:09 GMT -5
The sword swished right by Ecko's ear, startling the old mouse. "Oh... dear. Watch it, please." If not staring at the tapestry, Ecko would've said something different, but he hadn;t really been paying attention to surroundings.
Rocky chuckled, "Yes... You are very good, young one." Grabbing the sword before the mouse could do anymore damage, Rocky ruffled the squirrel's head fur then did a few practice swishes with the blade. "Perfect balance... It's amazing, eh sir?"
Ecko just waved his paw, "Yea... Yea perfect, amazing... yes."
Rocky sheathed the sword, but then quickly shook his head. Why am I acting like this? Reaching up, Rocky placed the sword back in its place above the tapestry then acknowledged Argyle, "Er... Evening sir. How are you today?"
Ecko snapped out of his 'tranced state' and walked over to Bertrum, "I like your stories, sir. Mind if I listen?" He smiled.
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Post by Wren on Oct 20, 2008 21:20:18 GMT -5
((Rocky...you called him a mouse! He's a squirrel! XD ))
The squirrel shuffled his feet and now glared up at the adults. They were ignoring him now... And the big otter had taken the sword away. That wasn't cool....just because he'd been....careless... Ahem.
"Uh...hello," he said in a timid voice to Argyle, but there was nothing timid about the way the squirrel stepped right in next to Rocky and stood tall, clearly trying to draw attention to himself. "Who are you?"
Anyone might ask the same question of him.
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Post by Rakingclaw on Oct 21, 2008 9:46:26 GMT -5
"Ye ar verra Kin Abbot Ecko its nae problem." Bertrum started to tell the story again then paused and scratched his chin for a second. "Sometin be missin me think." He turned and looked at the Abbot "Abbot ye can gie's us a haund iffin ye be wanten to? twa heids es betta then ane ah always sah!"
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"Aye and good evening to you sah! and if i do say so my self you are looking Right as Rain and as fit as a fiddle wot wot!" He turned to look at the tapestry and a visable shiver went down his spine, he shook it off and forced a broad grin form ear to ear "Taking a look at ole Martin the Warrior are we? I do say tough little bloke wasn't he haha!" Argyle barked. Then his green eyes looked down and saw the little squirrel moving in between them and responded to the little dubbins question. "Argyle Swift Swords Maclintok at your service there young sah! wot wot! and your name sah?"
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Post by Rocky on Oct 21, 2008 14:57:06 GMT -5
((So I called him a mouse... Sue me! XD))
"Bertrum, sir, I may be retiring from Abbot." The words the abbot didn't know how to say finally choked out. He took a big gulp and explained further, "Too much work, you see? The abbey needs a new head on fresh shoulders..." Chuckling slightly at the astonishment of the dibbuns, Ecko picked one up and pulled a chair over and sat next to Bertrum. "Now... About that story..." Ecko was deep in thought when he finally snapped his fingers, meaning he had something, "Once upon a time there was a gang of dibbuns... They were all rowdy and wouldn't do what they were told. One night they started to plan a big escape from the abbey. A big one!"
One of the dibbuns interrupted, "Wha'? Like hewj?" He said while spreading his tiny arms out to their fullest.
Chuckling, Ecko answered, "Oh yes, that huge." Turning to face Bertrum, Ecko started again, "And what did they do with their plan, mister Bertrum?"
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"Thanks, mate. This little tyke wants to be warrior, what do ya say Argyle? Ye think 'e's ready?" Winking at the little squirrel, Rocky stared Argyle in the eye and pulled him aside to a corner, "We have no one to lead us if this abbey is attacked. I...I have some friends out there who may be able to bring reinforcements, but I have a feeling the abbey will be attacked... Soon, too." Changing his tone, Rocky started to explain about a couple of his friends, "My one is... slightly... odd. THough never, and I mean never call him crazy or he will go after you. 'E goes by the Namme o' Springheel. I'm one of the few who knew him as Jakk. He's a master of acrobatics and knows many allies."
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"How did I ever get the name Springheel Jakk." A young fox chuckled.
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"Now, there's another fox. Name o' Zephyr Bladerunner. Goes by the name of Blade. Expert archer. He'll bring good back-up.
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"Bladerunner. I got the name of Bladerunner for being the fastest in my Juska Clan and supposedly able to out run a throwing knive." Shaking his head slightly, a heavily tatooed fox smirked lightly. "What a load of crap." He chuckled.
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"Now my last friend goes by the name of Meko. He is very dangerous and very fast. There have been stories that he is one of the bestfighters in Mossflower. He's my lifelong friend, and we love each other like brothers."
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A river-otter was traveling through Mossflower when he was jumped by two ferrets. A fat female and an equally fat male. Smirking, the river otter waited for what they would do. "We wan' yer food, doggie." The male said. The both brandished knives and advaned upon the otter. "My name is Meko." is all he said before jumping into a fight with just his teeth and paws.
((Bleh, terrible post.))
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Post by Wren on Oct 21, 2008 16:36:59 GMT -5
((Rocky does seem determined to get the sword, doesn't he?))
The squirrel straightened up even further, if possible, with his tail up and his ears perked and his shoulders back and his chin proud. "Sorrel the rascal, sah!" he shouted like a true soldier. Then he immediately dropped his posture, giggling a little with excitement. "Can I be a warrior sah? I won't let you down! I'll defend this here abbey with my life!" He seemed oblivious to the fact that Rocky was trying to have a rather important conversation, and Sorrel only stopped talking when he realized that they weren't listening.
Scowling, the squirrel spun back around and walked over to join the Abbot and Bertrum in story time. Sorrel was only vaguely interested in this one. But he was confident he could tell a story to top them all.
((Sorrel's got personality, but he's an oddball.))
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Post by Zyntac Tataroo on Oct 21, 2008 17:01:14 GMT -5
Verona calmly made her way into the room, eyes flickering this way and that, and took a seat on the floor. She whipped the hood off of her face and narrowed the golden-brown eyes, flicking the triangle ears, smoothing her whiskers with a paw. She faced Ecko and nodded, calmly sat down with a smile stamped on her face.
'Hello, Ecko. Rocky.' She motioned to the dibbun squirrel. 'And whose this little rogue?'
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Post by Rocky on Oct 21, 2008 20:08:42 GMT -5
((Ill post after Rak, and don't worry Wren, Rocky'll be a last minute choice for being Abbey Champion... Im already Badger Lord and a Log a Log. I don't need to be Abbey Champ. XD))
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Post by Rakingclaw on Oct 22, 2008 12:20:12 GMT -5
OOC: Well thank you very much for the nomination Rock lol jk.
BIC: "I do say he has a bit of spit in him wot wot! He will be thumping the likes of Cluney the Scourge in no time!" Argyle laughed and rubbed his paw on the young squirrels head he nodded slightly to the Wildcat which was far more then she had done to him. Then followed Rocky over to the corner. Listening to the Otter talk he felt a sinking feeling of deja-vu in his gut, and he did not like it.
"I say Rocky me boy you have more friends then the Cellerhog on brew day Haha!" Argyle slapped the otter on the back in jest then grew serious.
"I have had the same feelings wot wot! and we are not ready for an attack, not by a long shot! We had best see if the chiefs of the Log-a-Logs can be found and warned as well as talk to the Sparra king and see wot he will do for starters!"
His green eyes glittered with concern as he told the otter his thoughts, but he wondered if he should tell his friend what happened at the tapestry, but he decided against it and finished talking. "But I do say all this talking has make me work up quite a thirst, wot wot! how about we go and raid the cellars for a few pints of dandelion beer ole bean? wot do you say hmmmm?
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Bertrum was as shocked as the dubbins at the Abbots announcement, but for the children's sake he did not show it.
"Wull thae lil buggers hud been plannin tae go nibblin in the Abbots stash o' candy nuts! an whon they snuk en the room thae started tae snoopin! an whot did they find Abbot?" he said and waited for the elder.
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Post by Rocky on Oct 22, 2008 14:12:52 GMT -5
"Aye. My one friend, Jeron. He's Log a Log o' the GUORAF. 'E's a good fighter. We'll need him and his shrews." Then it caught Rocky's eye. Something seemed to trouble Argyle slightly. Placing a hand on Argyle's chest before Argyle could move any further, Rocky asked, "Is there something you're not telling me, friend? Did someone threaten you?"
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"They found the abbot snoring it up in there!" He chuckled. "So they tip toed towards the closet and they opened it. There was a slight creak and the abbot jumped up, "Wha--? Who... Who's there? The abbot called, but quickly fell back to sleep. The dibbuns sighed and went back to their raiding. Then what happend, Bertrum?"
(Sorry.... Short post...)
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Post by Rakingclaw on Oct 23, 2008 20:37:36 GMT -5
"Its nothing ole bean..Just the tapestry it spoke.." Argyle's jaded eyes shone brightly with concern. "I know I'm a nutty bugger, lost all my marbles, chicken has left the hen house and all that wot wot, but it did... I swear...on the red stones of the abbey heerself mah she stand for a thousand years!"
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"Wull thae lil buggers hud a bit o' a problem thae dud, fer the stash o' candy nuts was tae high fer them tah git! so thae lil squirrel o' tae bunch started her climbin up the shelf!"
Bertrum smiled warmly as Sorrel joined the group of dubbins "Then whot happened Sorrel miss?" he asked as he motioned her over to a spot between him and Abbot Ecko.
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