Post by elip on Jun 10, 2010 15:53:35 GMT -6
((I hope it's ok for me to start a RP)) 
It was a peaceful early morning at Reddwall Abbey. The first light pink rays of sunlight strewn in thin threads across the deep blue sky and cream puff clouds. The woods of Mossflower were submerged in the still, silent serenity that often comes when most beast are asleep. This was no different inside of the Abbey. Most of the goodbeasts were sound asleep dreaming peacefully of their lives at the Abbey and the activities that mid-morning would bring.
One having no such dream however, was a young Salamandastron hare named Elip; who at the moment tossed and turned in his bed, holding his face with one paw as one does when suddenly realizing the shocking truth about some critical information. He was being visited in dream by Martin the Warrior, and it was indeed no light affair. Lightning flashed through the dark blue skies as Elip's listened to a serious faced Martin the Warrior in a dream that reflected and moved like water all around the young hare.
Martin's voice was in a rare tone of urgency, he spoke in lines, every word planting itself deeply into Elip's mind.
"There is trouble coming young one,
like none my Abbey has seen before.
Approaching from from green acres that resemble life but gives death,
they come to steal, kill, and and destroy.
Heed my warn, chreas for them, not them for you.
For with them is a weight my Abbey cannot bear.
Out into sorMe-flows passed the gathered wood wet with C,
and into the den twixt birch and oak reet,
you will find the secret to the Abbey;
the yek to stop the approaching evil.
Again I warn avoid the poison gold,
for it brings the eternal age, one day passed grown old."
With that the water like-ness of his dream seemed to evaporate like boiling water, Elip could feel himself running after Martin who seemed to be fading away into steam. "But sir am I supposed to do this alone? and what the bally is a chreas? And why not choose an elder for this job, I'm still only a kid!"
The fading of Elip's dream stopped instantly upon his last words, and all went silent. Martin looked Elip into the eyes and spoke, "I chose you!"
Then in a wisp of steam even quicker than before Elip's dream in its entirety vanished. Elip opened his eyes, the dream he had pounding vividly in his memory. The morning sun was now high up in the sky, a milky white light poured in through the windows. Elip rubbed his eyes as he got up and headed to the bathrooms to freshen his breath and wash his face. He looked into the mirror at himself, talking to his reflection in his thoughts.
"Alone, am I supposed to do this alone!? All this gloomin' talk of danger, one would think that Martin would give a chap a jolly ol' companion or ten; True blue and friends to the end, wot." "Hallo there." Now Elips was speaking out loud, he looked down at a young molebabe named Millim who was tugging at his pants. Millim has his thumb, which he used as a toothbrush, planted inside of his mouth as he spoke. "You'm b'aint gonna be awone Eleep. Burr nay!"
Elip was somewhat startled by Millim's words, he knelt down speaking gently to the young one. "Millim, what did you just say." The young mole shrugged, taking his toothpaste covered thumb out of his mouth, "Oi b'aint knows whoi, but Markin va' Worreeyer said for oi to telle youm dat ee won't be awone." Elip's eyes followed the molebabe as he left the bathroom, content with the taste of toothpaste on his thumb and sucking it with a will. Elip stood up and looked at his reflection in the mirror, he had a no none sense expression now; it was time to get down to business! After finishing he went back to his dorm room as most of the other dibbuns were just waking up and began to get his things ready to leave. Slinging both of his swords around his shoulder and taking a sack for supplies, Elip wrote out the riddle Martin had told to him on a piece of parchment.
There is trouble coming young one,
like none my Abbey has seen before.
Approaching from from green acres that resemble life but gives death,
they come to steal, kill, and and destroy.
Heed my warn, chreas for them, not them for you.
For with them is a weight my Abbey cannot bear.
Out into sorMe-flows passed the gathered wood wet with C,
and into the den twixt birch and oak reet,
you will find the secret to the Abbey;
the yek to stop the approaching evil.
Again I warn avoid the poison gold,
for it brings the eternal age, one day passed grown old.
Elip was planning on asking if any others would like to come with him, but he figured whoever Martin had chosen would ask to join soon enough.
It was a peaceful early morning at Reddwall Abbey. The first light pink rays of sunlight strewn in thin threads across the deep blue sky and cream puff clouds. The woods of Mossflower were submerged in the still, silent serenity that often comes when most beast are asleep. This was no different inside of the Abbey. Most of the goodbeasts were sound asleep dreaming peacefully of their lives at the Abbey and the activities that mid-morning would bring.
One having no such dream however, was a young Salamandastron hare named Elip; who at the moment tossed and turned in his bed, holding his face with one paw as one does when suddenly realizing the shocking truth about some critical information. He was being visited in dream by Martin the Warrior, and it was indeed no light affair. Lightning flashed through the dark blue skies as Elip's listened to a serious faced Martin the Warrior in a dream that reflected and moved like water all around the young hare.
Martin's voice was in a rare tone of urgency, he spoke in lines, every word planting itself deeply into Elip's mind.
"There is trouble coming young one,
like none my Abbey has seen before.
Approaching from from green acres that resemble life but gives death,
they come to steal, kill, and and destroy.
Heed my warn, chreas for them, not them for you.
For with them is a weight my Abbey cannot bear.
Out into sorMe-flows passed the gathered wood wet with C,
and into the den twixt birch and oak reet,
you will find the secret to the Abbey;
the yek to stop the approaching evil.
Again I warn avoid the poison gold,
for it brings the eternal age, one day passed grown old."
With that the water like-ness of his dream seemed to evaporate like boiling water, Elip could feel himself running after Martin who seemed to be fading away into steam. "But sir am I supposed to do this alone? and what the bally is a chreas? And why not choose an elder for this job, I'm still only a kid!"
The fading of Elip's dream stopped instantly upon his last words, and all went silent. Martin looked Elip into the eyes and spoke, "I chose you!"
Then in a wisp of steam even quicker than before Elip's dream in its entirety vanished. Elip opened his eyes, the dream he had pounding vividly in his memory. The morning sun was now high up in the sky, a milky white light poured in through the windows. Elip rubbed his eyes as he got up and headed to the bathrooms to freshen his breath and wash his face. He looked into the mirror at himself, talking to his reflection in his thoughts.
"Alone, am I supposed to do this alone!? All this gloomin' talk of danger, one would think that Martin would give a chap a jolly ol' companion or ten; True blue and friends to the end, wot." "Hallo there." Now Elips was speaking out loud, he looked down at a young molebabe named Millim who was tugging at his pants. Millim has his thumb, which he used as a toothbrush, planted inside of his mouth as he spoke. "You'm b'aint gonna be awone Eleep. Burr nay!"
Elip was somewhat startled by Millim's words, he knelt down speaking gently to the young one. "Millim, what did you just say." The young mole shrugged, taking his toothpaste covered thumb out of his mouth, "Oi b'aint knows whoi, but Markin va' Worreeyer said for oi to telle youm dat ee won't be awone." Elip's eyes followed the molebabe as he left the bathroom, content with the taste of toothpaste on his thumb and sucking it with a will. Elip stood up and looked at his reflection in the mirror, he had a no none sense expression now; it was time to get down to business! After finishing he went back to his dorm room as most of the other dibbuns were just waking up and began to get his things ready to leave. Slinging both of his swords around his shoulder and taking a sack for supplies, Elip wrote out the riddle Martin had told to him on a piece of parchment.
There is trouble coming young one,
like none my Abbey has seen before.
Approaching from from green acres that resemble life but gives death,
they come to steal, kill, and and destroy.
Heed my warn, chreas for them, not them for you.
For with them is a weight my Abbey cannot bear.
Out into sorMe-flows passed the gathered wood wet with C,
and into the den twixt birch and oak reet,
you will find the secret to the Abbey;
the yek to stop the approaching evil.
Again I warn avoid the poison gold,
for it brings the eternal age, one day passed grown old.
Elip was planning on asking if any others would like to come with him, but he figured whoever Martin had chosen would ask to join soon enough.
