Post by Arrowbrush MacBurl on Nov 1, 2008 14:54:56 GMT -5
Name: Arrowbrush Bloodeyes MacBurl
Age:20 seasons
Gender:female
Species: Brown squirrel
Marital Status:She is married, but she's likely to be a widow soon....
Position and Home:Squirrel Queen, Mossflower/Macburl Treetop Village
Strengths:Bow and arrows, claymore,(sword-fighting)
Weaknesses:hates all vermin, will blindly try to kill them, stubborn.
Alignment:Good
Appearance:Arrowbrush is tall and slim.Her eyes are like emerald fire, and her fur is the brown that most common trees are.She wears a long sleeved white tunic, and a tartan kilt.On her head is a red beret,with several large,colourful eagle feathers.In her woven belt is a sheathed Basket-hiltled claymore, a dirk, a pouch,a flask, and on her left shoulder, a quiver of arrows, and a longbow on her right.
Personality:Arrowbrush is a hot-headed young warrior, but she has had a lot of experience with vermin, and like Martin The Warrior, is a natural leader.She is a tough, rough squirrelmaid.She is about as sensitive as a rock about most things, unless you tease her about things like her mother.....
History:It was a cold, dark night in the northern country. A squirrelwife cried out in pain. The wife of Lord McTom Macburl, the leader of the tribe of Rakkaty Tam, was giving birth.
In their treetop home, McTom comforted his wife as he wrapped their baby in a cloak. The whole tribe was waiting on the branches of the tree that was their home, waiting. McTom looked briefly at the newborn baby. ‘‘It’s a lassie like ye, dear! Och, in the name o’ trees!’’ His wife, Lady Beech Macburl, looked concerned. “What is it?” “Look ye at her tail!” Beech did, and she saw a tail exactly like a furry, tiny arrow! Lord MacTom looked at his wife. “Ah, Lord MacTom Macburl, name her Arrowbrush!”
Chapter one: Mactalon
From that day on, Arrowbrush was treated like any other babe in the village. When she was half a season old, she was allowed, under the supervision of two squirrelwives, to play with the other baby squirrels in her tribe. They played in the lower branches of the circle of trees, with their parent’s dirk in their little belts. (They had these to defend themselves if necessary.)
One day, on her birthday, Arrowbrush stole away from the village, looking for adventure.
She found it as she was swinging though the trees. ‘Help! Krraak! Ah…neeed…help!’
Arrowbrush swung, faster and faster, until she almost fell. She finally reached the edge of the forest. In the top branches of a dead tree was a nest in which sat a falcon chick.
Below, an evil-looking rat reloaded his sling and called up to the falcon, ‘Hey, birdie, It’s a nice day t’ die, ain’t it?’
Without thinking, Arrowbrush, maddened by the rat’s cruel manner, and pitying the other young one’s loss, hurled the dirk with all her might. The rat fell to the ground, dead, as the dirk pierced his heart. Arrowbrush nodded with satisfaction and swiftly retrieved her weapon, wiping it on the grass. ‘He wasenae fit tae live!’ Her eyes were suddenly filled with tears as she turned and saw the three dead falcons who were mother, sister and brother to the little bird. Then she put the young falcon under her tiny kilt and swung away, through the trees.
When She got home, her mother and father were hugging her and scolding her in turn. ‘We thought some vermin had captured ye.Never dae tha’ again!’ Her father exclaimed.Everybeast was now going down by the lake for a picnic dinner. Squirrel Warriors, 500 of them, brought up the rear of the party in case of attack. By the time everybeast had full stomach, it was dark. Suddenly, a sentry came rushing from his post. ‘There are vermin,1000 of them coming our way, uncle!’
MacTom took charge. ‘Warriors, surround the old ‘uns and mothers. Be ready for trouble!
TO BE CONTINUED......
Codeword Martin The Warrior
Age:20 seasons
Gender:female
Species: Brown squirrel
Marital Status:She is married, but she's likely to be a widow soon....
Position and Home:Squirrel Queen, Mossflower/Macburl Treetop Village
Strengths:Bow and arrows, claymore,(sword-fighting)
Weaknesses:hates all vermin, will blindly try to kill them, stubborn.
Alignment:Good
Appearance:Arrowbrush is tall and slim.Her eyes are like emerald fire, and her fur is the brown that most common trees are.She wears a long sleeved white tunic, and a tartan kilt.On her head is a red beret,with several large,colourful eagle feathers.In her woven belt is a sheathed Basket-hiltled claymore, a dirk, a pouch,a flask, and on her left shoulder, a quiver of arrows, and a longbow on her right.
Personality:Arrowbrush is a hot-headed young warrior, but she has had a lot of experience with vermin, and like Martin The Warrior, is a natural leader.She is a tough, rough squirrelmaid.She is about as sensitive as a rock about most things, unless you tease her about things like her mother.....
History:It was a cold, dark night in the northern country. A squirrelwife cried out in pain. The wife of Lord McTom Macburl, the leader of the tribe of Rakkaty Tam, was giving birth.
In their treetop home, McTom comforted his wife as he wrapped their baby in a cloak. The whole tribe was waiting on the branches of the tree that was their home, waiting. McTom looked briefly at the newborn baby. ‘‘It’s a lassie like ye, dear! Och, in the name o’ trees!’’ His wife, Lady Beech Macburl, looked concerned. “What is it?” “Look ye at her tail!” Beech did, and she saw a tail exactly like a furry, tiny arrow! Lord MacTom looked at his wife. “Ah, Lord MacTom Macburl, name her Arrowbrush!”
Chapter one: Mactalon
From that day on, Arrowbrush was treated like any other babe in the village. When she was half a season old, she was allowed, under the supervision of two squirrelwives, to play with the other baby squirrels in her tribe. They played in the lower branches of the circle of trees, with their parent’s dirk in their little belts. (They had these to defend themselves if necessary.)
One day, on her birthday, Arrowbrush stole away from the village, looking for adventure.
She found it as she was swinging though the trees. ‘Help! Krraak! Ah…neeed…help!’
Arrowbrush swung, faster and faster, until she almost fell. She finally reached the edge of the forest. In the top branches of a dead tree was a nest in which sat a falcon chick.
Below, an evil-looking rat reloaded his sling and called up to the falcon, ‘Hey, birdie, It’s a nice day t’ die, ain’t it?’
Without thinking, Arrowbrush, maddened by the rat’s cruel manner, and pitying the other young one’s loss, hurled the dirk with all her might. The rat fell to the ground, dead, as the dirk pierced his heart. Arrowbrush nodded with satisfaction and swiftly retrieved her weapon, wiping it on the grass. ‘He wasenae fit tae live!’ Her eyes were suddenly filled with tears as she turned and saw the three dead falcons who were mother, sister and brother to the little bird. Then she put the young falcon under her tiny kilt and swung away, through the trees.
When She got home, her mother and father were hugging her and scolding her in turn. ‘We thought some vermin had captured ye.Never dae tha’ again!’ Her father exclaimed.Everybeast was now going down by the lake for a picnic dinner. Squirrel Warriors, 500 of them, brought up the rear of the party in case of attack. By the time everybeast had full stomach, it was dark. Suddenly, a sentry came rushing from his post. ‘There are vermin,1000 of them coming our way, uncle!’
MacTom took charge. ‘Warriors, surround the old ‘uns and mothers. Be ready for trouble!
TO BE CONTINUED......
Codeword Martin The Warrior
