lorki
Warrior
My will is good
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Post by lorki on Sept 27, 2009 0:36:09 GMT -6
Caion laughed loudly as one of his followers plowed into a frazzled Shrew, knocking both of them over. He kept up his quick pace though... until suddenly with one quick step he found himself lifted off the ground.
Mildly disappointed that Carwyn had broken up his escape party, Caion wilted slightly. However, all the dibbuns quickly followed the badgerlady's orders, suddenly taking note of their rowdy behavior.
"Would you like some dried fruit?"
Caion's eyes grew wide with horror at the question. He shook his head feverishly from side to side, "nooo!" he exclaimed, shocked that she should ask such a thing, "can't be eatin' at an urg'nt time like dis, Wyn!" He exclaimed, patting her arm repeatedly with each word.
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Post by Treble Tiderunner on Sept 27, 2009 19:43:30 GMT -6
"Nice to see you chaps again, wot! Thought you might use the help of a h'officer and Lady, sah!" She flicked her ears back a bit, indicating Ryn who stood behind her. "Able-bodied beasts, if yore a-lookin' for some!"
Skipper looked behind him when Eli tapped him on the shoulder, smiling ing welcome. "Well good, we need some!" He looked at his patrol. "Everyone's clear on which exit they're going to and where we meet?" His question was met with nods of affirmation and positive comments. "Alright then, off you go!" He turned to Ryn as the hares and woodlanders headed off in small groups. "Hope you dont mind, marm. I took the liberty of pressing your troops into service. Are you willing to come with me?"
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Elicia
Hordebeast
Lieutenant Colonel Elicia at yore service, wot!
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Post by Elicia on Sept 27, 2009 19:49:51 GMT -6
Ryn smiled. "Of course, Skipp! I wouldn't say no!" Eli shot a dark glance at the Badger Lady. "Hopefully, marm," she said icily, "You couldn't say no." Farryn looked down at the hare by her side, and gave her an absent-minded pat on the back. "No, no, I couldn't say no." Looking back at Skipp, Lady Ryn smiled. "Anything I can help with, just tell us. It might be good for you to have a badger with you-I can lift heavy things, despite my size." The badger stepped forward towards Skipp. "What first?" Elicia looked almost deflated as she was left out of the conversation. She was hoping to prove herself to the Lady, therefore earning further favor. The hare knew that she would be Colonel someday, she just knew it. But with the Lady ignoring her like this...it would never happen.
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Post by Treble Tiderunner on Sept 27, 2009 22:14:19 GMT -6
"Now would be a very good time to leave."
"Now would be an excellent time to leave." Enon agreed, looking behind at the water filled entrance before she followed him out of the crack in the willows. It wasn't until they were half way up the hill's rise that she realized Brush still held her paw. The contact felt... nice, strange as it was. Nevertheless, after a few moments she retracted her paw, seemingly to brush at the thick mud covering her front.
Giving that up as a pointless exercise, she looked around the clearing at the milling beasts. "Ye've been 'ere longer'n Ah 'ave, laddie." She said to Brush. "Wot is the standard procedure?"
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Post by Tirael on Sept 27, 2009 23:57:06 GMT -6
"Now would be an excellent time to leave."
Darting up the passageway, Brush was glad he'd gotten so used to the Camp; saving time by knowing your way around was useful at a time like this. He only stopped once he and Enon were out of the hole in the three willows. Having escaped, he allowed himself a moment to regather himself, he was about to get control over the disheveled group of refugees when Enon interrupted.
"Ye've been 'ere longer'n Ah 'ave, laddie. Wot is the standard procedure?"
"This," he said simply. Then, he cupped his paws around his mouth and yelled sternly to the crowd. "Alright! Everybeast listen up! We're going to form a calm, orderly group and head for the rendezvous clearing! Warriors on the outside, families and non-combatants in the center! Let's go!" As a few in the group began helping each other get in arrangement, Brush said to Enon, "I'll need your help keeping everybeast calm. We can't have a panic start right now."
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Tirael's group finally made it to the muster point, breaking up to find friends and family. He desperately wanted to join them, but he knew he had a job to do, so he fought down his desires and began setting up shelters for the refugees. Responsibilities were responsibilities, however irksome. Besides, he was getting rained on too...
Tying off the final corner of a canopy, the otter tested it to make sure it wouldn't be falling on anybeast who didn't expect it. Satisfied, he grabbed another and began scanning the area for another suitable spot when he saw something that mattered more to him.
"Tampa!" Charging at his sister, and kicking up a good bit of mud in his wake, Tirael skidded to a halt as he grabbed her for a very relieved, overjoyed hug. "Fern!" he added happily as he saw her nearby. Releasing his sister, he said quickly, "Now I can focus! Thanks for being alive!" before turning and rushing back to his work. He may be a little crazed, but at least he was happy-crazed now.
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terg
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Post by terg on Sept 30, 2009 15:32:09 GMT -6
Toby finally managed to count the writhing mass of bodies on the hill. Repeating the number to himself he swam to the next hill where animals where waiting. The water was deep enough that he had to swim but he made it easily over to the hill. Thankfully he noticed that the beasts on this hill seemed calmer and more composed, this would be much easier. He pointed at each head as he counted them off in his agile brain.
After another few countings, and some head math Toby finally came up with a final number. It might have been a bit off, but it was close at least. Toby's eyes roved over the flooded landscape in search of his brother, knowing that he would be able to communicate with him more easily than Skipper.
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Post by Treble Tiderunner on Oct 11, 2009 21:21:04 GMT -6
“Eli, could ye help Toby? Be his voice, like? I’m sure if ye need a translator, Hurrth and Murrth can help ye with that.” Skipper pointed out the tubby carpenter mole and his nephew, and Toby the mute otter. He turned back to Ryn. “If I may say so, ma’am, ye may be small for a badger, but yore not tiny. Ye’ll be a great asset.”
He nodded to Eli and motioned to his patrol. “Come on lads’n’lasses, time for a walk!” He moved off in the one direction not covered by previous patrols.”
Tam passed off the dibbun to a very relieved volewife, turning to search the surrounding area—
"Tampa!"
“Woah!” She was knocked back, taking a few backwards steps before catching her balance. “TIR!” She said, grabbing her brother in a big hug. “Woohahahahah! Nice to see you too, lil’ bro!”
[[NOTE TO EVERYONE: They should all know where the clearing is. So those “in charge” start heading them thataway, k?]]
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Elicia
Hordebeast
Lieutenant Colonel Elicia at yore service, wot!
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Post by Elicia on Oct 12, 2009 11:54:22 GMT -6
((OK!))
Elicia saluted Skipper. "Yes sah!" She turned to the moles and to Toby. "Pleased t'make your acquaintance. You might've seen me 'round, but I don't think I've formally introduced myself! Elicia Pittney, Lieutenant Colonel of the Long Patrol at you service!" The hare gave them all a loose salute, and smiled. "Hurrth, Murrth, an' Toby, eh? Jolly good names..."
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terg
Freebeast
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Post by terg on Oct 12, 2009 15:50:33 GMT -6
Toby turned at the sound of the voice behind him. It was unmistakeable as a hares. Hares had military style efficent voice that seemed to always be talking. But Toby knew they almost always meant business, especially when fighting or eating.
The otter saluted Elicia back, feeling rather akward. He used his right paw to indicated all the beasts crowded on the hill tops like sardines. They where now moving slowly after several otters who where headed to the the clearing designated by Skipper as a meeting spot. They needed to hurry if they where going to get everyone counted.
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Elicia
Hordebeast
Lieutenant Colonel Elicia at yore service, wot!
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Post by Elicia on Oct 13, 2009 16:37:05 GMT -6
Elicia nodded quickly. "Ah, that's right! You were counting those beasts, eh? Well, let's get to it! Hurrth, Murrth, are ye coming along, or what? We've got a job to do, and I'll bloody well do it whether it's to send myself to Black Forest Gates or eat a whole trifle all by my lonesome! Let's go, wot!" The lanky hare motioned for them all to follow her, and then set off towards the clearing with a quick and orderly step. The hare was determined to impress the Lady Ryn this time around, no matter what she was assigned.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Oct 14, 2009 0:03:09 GMT -6
Two months at land was long enough for any of the Skipper's crew to want to head home to the sea. Not that they didn't enjoy the stinging insects the woods provided....but it wasn't home. It wasn't the freedom the sea provided. There were no boundaries and no restricted areas with dominating tribes. This is the way most of the crew though...all accept those who knew enough of the forest. Several of the Crewbeast were from surrounding areas. Blade, The Skipper's first mate, was from a small Holt to the north of Mossflower. Undertaker was once from a dark, barren land, far, far, far, east of Mossflower. So those that were familiar with the way life was on land didn't mind it at all. The Skipper and his crew however knew how to handle themselves. If there was one thing The skipper made sure his crew knew how to do, it was how to fight. And they excelled at it whether it was on land or at sea. They knew how to use their surroundings against the enemy and for their own benefit. Just because they didn't like the forest life...didn't mean they couldn't survive in it....
After his recent encounter with the small band he met in mossflower, Things were pressing on his mind. For one, were these the beast he was meant to help, and if so...why? Surely they were capable of taking care of their own problems. Then again his thoughts interfered with his purpose. It was his job to protect the sea and it was something he had often risked his life doing. Then again the visions in his dreams of Redwall stirred questions. If he did help these beast...if he did aid them in getting their Redwall back...could history repeat itself for his favor? Would Redwall come to his aid if he for some wacked reason he needed it? Now he was just being selfish...The Skipper of Sea Otters and Redwall had an alliance Long ago...and he would need to rebuild that alliance. Since communication with the Mountain of Salamandastron had been lost to them as well he would have to rebuild that Tie as well. But that was for a separate time.
Visions has tossed and slurred in his head of Martin's past visits. This Warrior mouse definitely wanted him to aid the creatures of mossflower, That much was clear. It must be done... he thought as he remembered Martin saying. But why...he thought.
The Skipper halted in his trek and held up a paw, stopping the 300 behind him and looked at the ground in thought. Blade stepped up beside him breathing heavily. "Wot, is it Skip?" he asked, looking at the Skipper in awareness. The Skipper turned his head to Blade. "Turn around..." he said starting to walk a U around the 300 following him. lade followed close behind. "Is it the..." he said referring to what the Skipper had informed him about. His visions. "Aye..." He said picking up the trek in a jog.
The Skipper could see a clearing and could hearing lots of shouts of commands being exchanged. They were in danger. He peered though the bushes at the clearing. It was flood! Now was the time for a decision. Aid the beast that haunted his dreams...or continue on. There was no need for him to think. His first job was to protect the innocent, no matter who it was, or where he was... "Mates! Get em out of there!" he called out, launching himself into the fray. Immediately, everybeast rushed down the slopes and into the water. "Get some torches and do what you can!" he said still a little confused on what the Situation actually was. The burly otter grabbed a torch which revealed his scars and tattoos as he held it up. He waved it about trying to get some beast's attention.
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lorki
Warrior
My will is good
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Post by lorki on Oct 15, 2009 18:31:10 GMT -6
Soko, surprised at her own abilities with the amount of adrenaline pumping in her body, hauled a squirrel up from the tunnels. She clasped onto one more paw and pulled out a mouse before a sudden rush caught her by surprise.
She stumbled back, wide eyed as what appeared to be a small army of otters dove suddenly into action. She'd never seen a single one of them but all of a sudden they were doing the work that most of shocked Camp beasts seemed unable to preform. Deciding that it was best to just take the help, rather than question it a tremendous amount.
The sable took a moment to survey the group, many huddled together, full of uncertainty. She herself had yet to give herself a moment to let the fear and shock sink in... and as it were she wasn't planning on that... She made tabs of Tirael and Tampa... but the otters she'd never really worried about, at least not much.
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Brooke
Hordebeast
Don't question me
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Post by Brooke on Oct 18, 2009 21:16:45 GMT -6
Brooke and Violet had made it out, grabbing as many dibbuns as they could. The rest they had grab onto them in any way possible. They now stood doing a head count. Brooke ended hers first and quickly recounted, how could they have missed one?! "Tirael!" She yelled hoping he would hear or that he would know who had the missing mousebabe.
Time like these were River's times to shine. He stood at the exit waiting for a few stragglers shouting at somebeasts here and there that weren't conducting themselves. The animals coming out now were few and far in between. Tilting an ear, he listened for faint footsteps, breathing, anything.
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terg
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Post by terg on Oct 21, 2009 15:48:50 GMT -6
Toby whirled to see the scores of otters charge into the flooded fort and scoop up full grown beasts in danger as if they weighed nothing. he watched admiringly for a few split seconds and then jerked his head guiltily back to his own work, ashamed to be caught dawdling. He began running his eyes over the asembled beasts counting quickly and silently. Soon he figured he had gotten everyone and turned back to count the animals that where straggling behind, either being helped by other or helping.
(Curse shortness.)
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Post by Treble Tiderunner on Dec 5, 2009 23:39:34 GMT -6
They were almost to the clearing designated as an emergency camp, trailing in behind the last group. That was when it hit Enon. The culmination of all those secret dreams, the secret fears. The Camp, never her favorite place because of the narrow corridors and dark passages, had flooded. And the one thing she hated more than close confines was water. Deep water, shallow water. But especially deep water. And she'd swum in it, feeling it pulling, pulling, grasping and grabbing to pull her down to drown in the great dark depths....
She started trembling, her mind reliving that deep terror over and over. It wasn't rational, and perhaps deep down that's what scared her the most, that she should fear something so irrationally. The mist turned to rain that fell, but she didn't notice. She slowed and finally came to a stop, a wide-eyed, stark look on her face. Time slowed, and when her knees turned to jelly it seemed prudent to sit. And she did, crashing to earth in a suddenness that didn't seem to register with the ebony squirrel as she sat in the mud and stared at the film reel in her mind.
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