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Post by Enon // SoMtW on Aug 18, 2009 21:14:12 GMT -6
[[Ok, so the only stipulation if you join this thread is you have to be asleep. Cause we have dreams to give out. lyrics by the radiators ]]
I've Been Pulling for Ya
In Everything You Try
I've Been Weeping with Ya
Everytime You Cry
What do dead people do? Its an age-old question. Do they live in limbo? Heaven? Hell? A blank nothingness? Are they reborn? We'll never know, for Martin isn't telling. He is, however, sticking around many seasons past his passing, still watching over his abbey. And now he has dreams to enter, creatures to influence. He is waiting for a certain young otter to finally reach sleep and start dreaming.
Now the Sun Is Sinking,
Can't Wait To Get To Sleep
See the Black Diamond
Shining In the Deep
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Post by Tirael on Aug 18, 2009 21:43:14 GMT -6
Tirael stifled a yawn and blinked blearily as he shuffled slowly through Camp Moss. It seemed that lately, his life was never boring, but it was much more exhausting. Looking forward even more to the peaceful life Redwall could provide one day, he mumbled a greeting to a passing squirrel, though he was too tired to remember who. Pushing a door open, he entered his room, changed into his nightclothes, and practically passed out the moment he lay down. _______________________________________ Pulling himself out of the still water, the otter marveled at how it seemed to fall away from him, as though he'd never gotten wet. It was dark, silent, and yet it felt..safe. Like being in the womb. Content in the serenity, he wondered how he'd gotten to this place, and wondered if he'd ever have to leave.
Then he saw a light.
Curious, he walked- drifted, glided- toward it. The silence around him, once so serene and safe, now grew unnerving. Looking back, the otter saw nothing where he'd been standing just moments ago. Panicking, he ran toward the glow ahead, which seemed to be moving away. Tripping over his own paws, a chilling thought crossed his mind: *so this is the way the world ends.*
After a few moments, the otter wondered why he still existed, and opened his eyes. There, in front of him, was the glow! Slowly, nervously, he looked up.
"Martin?" [/size] |
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Post by Enon // SoMtW on Aug 18, 2009 22:33:18 GMT -6
"Martin?"
Martin smiled kindly at the young otter, extending a paw to help him up. It was warm and solid in Tirael’s grasp, reassuring. “Always.” He led the way through the changing dreamscape, light bright around the pair. Finally a table and chairs appeared, and Martin took one chair, motioning for Tirael to take the other. “So tell me, my young healer, how things are going with the rebellion?”
Martin leaned back in the chair, his armor and the ruby of his sword gleaming in the light, and studied the young otter who aspired to be healer for Camp Moss and eventually Redwall Abbey.
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Post by Tirael on Aug 18, 2009 22:57:38 GMT -6
"Always."
Taking the paw offered to him, Tirael (that was his name, wasn't it?) got up and followed the Warrior through the hazes and mists of sleep. He had no idea where they might be headed, but surely Martin knew. So far as the otter could tell, he didn't just appear to say 'hello.' Raising his eyebrows in surprise as a table and chairs appeared, he looked questioningly at his companion. As directed, he took a chair and sat, wondering what would happen next.
“So tell me, my young healer, how things are going with the rebellion?”
Blinking, Tirael said, "They're...it's...fine, I suppose, although I guess I won't know until it's over." Furrowing his brow, he said, "I don't understand...there are dozens of fighters at Camp Moss, almost everyone has more experience in almost everything than me." Pausing, he tilted his head and gave an almost plaintive look. "Why bother with me?"
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Post by Enon // SoMtW on Aug 19, 2009 11:51:57 GMT -6
"They're...it's...fine, I suppose, although I guess I won't know until it's over." Furrowing his brow, he said, "I don't understand...there are dozens of fighters at Camp Moss, almost everyone has more experience in almost everything than me."
Martin stood and paced, the scene changing once again, to a Redwall under construction. They stood among a knee-high stand of young saplings, the beginnings of the orchard. He swept a paw a out, encompassing the changing scene, Redwall throughout its existence. Even up and to its use as a fort of war.
"Why bother with me?"
"Tirael... there are many different creatures, they all contribute in their way to life's tapestry. Warriors are not the only creatures needed to fight a war. You are needed." The warrior mouse sighed, tucking paws into his wide habit sleeves. "You are all needed."
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Post by Tirael on Aug 19, 2009 12:23:02 GMT -6
Tirael watched as Martin stood, pacing around in his mind. Standing up himself, his eyes widened at the change that took place around them. He gazed longingly as the Abbey stood firm, through hundreds of seasons that whizzed by in instants. His revery turned to pain as Redwall fell to the vermin horde that had finally proved too strong for it to handle. Turning to Martin, who was now wearing a habit, he was surprised to see something of the same pain in his eyes as well. *History never records heroes for themselves...* he thought. *Just for their deeds...*
"Tirael... there are many different creatures, they all contribute in their way to life's tapestry. Warriors are not the only creatures needed to fight a war. You are needed. You are all needed."
The otter considered this, finding the truth in Martin's words. To be told that he was needed...well, it did hearten him quite a bit. Nodding slowly, he said, "I...I understand." He looked on quietly as time seemed to slow, bringing Redwall back into the normal passing of time. Except...they had already witnessed the fall...why were there no slaves here? No vermin? With a start, he realized this could be the future! A bright future, one where the rebels had succeeded. Resolving to make this dream a reality, he turned to Martin once more.
"And what am I needed for, Martin sir?"
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Post by Enon // SoMtW on Aug 19, 2009 14:01:04 GMT -6
*History never records heroes for themselves...* he thought. *Just for their deeds...*
Martin smiled sadly at the otter’s thoughts, turning to look at the nightmarescape of slaves and bare earth, the horde marring everything they touched.
"I...I understand."
Martin nodded as the otter started, coming to a realization. “Yes, my young friend. This could be the future. But so could others, less joyous.” With a swipe of his hand, they stared at a blank gray fog, then continued a walk in the ever-changing dreamscape.
"And what am I needed for, Martin sir?"
Instead of answering, Martin walked on, his hood over his face, seemingly deaf to the question.
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Post by Tirael on Aug 19, 2009 14:26:24 GMT -6
“Yes, my young friend. This could be the future. But so could others, less joyous.”
Once again, the scene changed, the Abbey being replaced by a desolate nothingness. Sighing, Tirael knew that he technically hadn't lost anything, since this couldn't be real. And yet, the feelings were. Martin had his hood up now, he could see, and the otter began to wonder why he was becoming more and more withdrawn. Had he done something wrong? "Martin? Is- is something wrong?"
His concern reflected on the dreamscape, as unsettling bursts of sound and color began to pervade the silent fog.
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Post by Enon // SoMtW on Aug 19, 2009 16:19:26 GMT -6
"Martin? Is- is something wrong?"
Martin remained silent a few minutes, then he pushed his hood back, halting and staring Tirael in the eyes, reading his soul. He blinked, looking away as the landscape changed, with loud noises and weird colors in irregular patterns. He looked back to Tirael, his expression mysterious. “Calm, my friend. Nothing threatens.”
“Ebony harmonizes with ivory and leads,
Three score and odd hares nigh to Camp Moss,
Upheaval managed brings Redwall near,
With a badger lord within your walls.”
Martin blinked dry eyes, looking around him as the landscape swirled and changed once more. “A badgerlord you must save, from internal demons and his own size.”
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Post by Tirael on Aug 19, 2009 18:00:10 GMT -6
“Calm, my friend. Nothing threatens.”
Though the odd look in Martin's eyes was somewhat unsettling, Tirael managed to calm himself to the point where the odd bursts subsided.
“Ebony harmonizes with ivory and leads,
Three score and odd hares nigh to Camp Moss,
Upheaval managed brings Redwall near,
With a badger lord within your walls.
“A badgerlord you must save, from internal demons and his own size.”
Tirael looked at Martin in confusion. He'd spoken normally at first; why the sudden riddle? As the dreamscape began to fade, the otter said, "I- I promise I'll try to help! I promise..."
Tirael awoke with a start. Scrambling out of bed, he grabbed a parchment and a quill and ran out of his room, wincing at the sudden light of the torches illuminating the corridor. He set the parchment against the wall and wrote down his dream, especially the riddle Martin had left him. Once it was safely in ink, he leaned against the wall and allowed himself to wake up fully. Once he had, he looked over what he had just written, trying to decipher the riddle. The part about the hares was obvious, but what did ebony and ivory have to do with anything? _____________________________ As it turned out, he hadn't awakened much earlier than usual, so he changed and stowed the parchment in his tunic. Automatically heading for the main cavern, he tried unsuccessfully to solve the riddle. "Hey Fern," he said distractedly as he passed his friend. Pausing, he turned and said, "Uh, Fern...are you any good with riddles? It's important..." |
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Post by Enon // SoMtW on Aug 19, 2009 21:59:06 GMT -6
Martin spoke once more, echoing as Tir drew farther away, towards waking. “You will help. Thank you, my friend.”
"Hey Fern," he said distractedly as he passed his friend. Pausing, he turned and said, "Uh, Fern...are you any good with riddles? It's important..."
Fern woke at her usual early hour, dressing and heading for the main cavern for breakfast. Her sleep had been restful, and she’d felt secure, as if someone watched over her. She was starting on her porridge when Tir walked by. She looked up with a smile and a greeting of her own. “Hey Tir. Yeah, why?”
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Post by Tirael on Aug 19, 2009 22:36:52 GMT -6
“Hey Tir. Yeah, why?”
Sitting next to her, he took a deep breath and explained. "I know it sounds ridiculous, but...it was Martin the Warrior. He came to me in a dream, and he gave me this riddle..." Pulling out a parchment that only had the riddle on it (the rest of the dream description he had put away for himself), he placed it on the table before them. "I figured out the second line easy enough, but the rest of it makes no sense."
Pausing, he asked, "Hey, you believe me, right?" If she didn't, he'd prefer to make as speedy an exit as possible. Embarrassment wasn't something to prolong.
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Post by Treble Tiderunner on Aug 21, 2009 15:06:34 GMT -6
"I know it sounds ridiculous, but...it was Martin the Warrior. He came to me in a dream, and he gave me this riddle..."
Fern picked up the parchment, reading the few lines on the page. It was a puzzle, complicated and short. She sighed, frustrated after a few minutes of trying to puzzle it out.
She tapped the second line with a finger, “Three score and odd hares… isn’t that sixty-odd hares?” "I figured out the second line easy enough, but the rest of it makes no sense."
She giggled when their words collided, sliding the parchment back. “Well at least we know they’re almost here, right?”
"Hey, you believe me, right?''
“Yeah… well I don’t know much about Martin, but these are strange times, aren’t they?”
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Post by Tirael on Aug 22, 2009 23:50:09 GMT -6
“Three score and odd hares… isn’t that sixty-odd hares?”
Tirael nodded.
“Well at least we know they’re almost here, right?”
He nodded again, but stopped when something clicked in his mind. After a moment of thought, he said, "And the hares are led by a badger...save from his own size... Getting up, the otter headed over to a group of moles, who looked up and greeted him warmly. After a short and awkward conversation, the moles headed off, and Tirael went back to Fern. "They're enlarging one of the old entrances...hopefully, a badger'll be able to get into the Camp now." Hugging her swiftly, he said, "Thanks, Fern. I knew you'd be able to help," and went off to tell the Skipper.
[Sorry it's so short.]
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