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Started by Faiyloe, September 29, 2015, 02:03:21 AM

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LT Sandpaw


Laughing good naturally Avis clapped Aulwinn on the back. Then bending down he sniffed at the aroma rising from the cook pot. The hedgehog nodded pulling away.

"Oh a delicious smell, clearly a work of culinary genius. Rescued by none other then the brave master Aulwinn, and his trusty ladle. Hero of the kitchen, master of the ladle, warrior of the fire captain of the soup pot!"


"Sometimes its not about winning, but how you lose." - John Gwynne

"Facts don't care about your feelings." -Ben Shapiro

Dannflower Reguba

       Aulwinn nudged Avis in return, and replied, though laughing in the process, "Oh lay off you over-sized pin-cushion! I'll be having non a' that flattery around... er... The soup pot I guess, not much of a kitchen really, but more than enough for our needs." He took his own turn taking a whiff of supper himself, "Give it another ten minutes and dinner should be served. Anybeast know where Robin disappeared to?"
"Remember, sometimes is best to be like boomerang and come back." ~ Griffen

Experience is simply the name we give our mistakes. ~ Oscar Wilde

Mistakes can make you grow - That doesn't mean you're friends. ~NF - Remember This

Ashleg

Quote from: LT Sandpaw on November 06, 2015, 03:14:33 PM

"Pirate! Where?" Luis did a full spin coat and tail twirling. Ears twitching, and lifting his nose the ferret preformed a over dramatic performance of searching for the possible pirates. Stopping on impulse he suddenly prodded Quetzel in the chest.

"Now you weren't calling a gentlebeast-mercenary like meself a pirate!" The pirate captain demanded. "Now I'm just insulted mate."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Watching Aulwinn work the hedgehog minstrel chuckled. Finishing the repairs on his prize instrument the homely creature padded up behind Aulwinn watching the squirrel work. His travels had granted him knowledge inn the art, however most of the creatures in the camp would gag at his choice of meal. Besides it wasn't his place to get in the way of others showing off their skill, or lack thereof.

"My thanks to the fates you arrived good sir Aulwinn, Robin is hardly known for her culinary capabilities, though I thought she did rather well last time." Avis paused considering, "Unless of course it was you who pulled the chestnuts out of the fire last time as well."

Quetzal grinned.
"Now, now, you keep catchin' yerself almost sayin' pirate, I heard you..." He dropped his gaze to where Luis poked him, and curled his lip. The marten took one paw and dusted off his chest.
"Don't you touch me, I don't know where you've been or what else you've touched."

The Skarzs

  "Carn't be with 'im if Oi bain't knowing who 'e is," said Stoh. "Oi'm athinkin' we moight have a talk, mizzy. Oi'm bound t' help those in just need, hurr, so I'd better be foindin' oot who's the one who be aneedin' somethin'." The mole picked up his fish off the ground and washed the dirt off in the water before stumping off past Robin.
  "You'm have a camp, Oi'm assuming?"
Cave of Skarzs

Cave potato.

LT Sandpaw


Chuckling Avis jabbed a paw over his shoulder, "Ran off to the river for some reason, of which I cannot remember." The hedgehog mussed for a moments before shrugging. "Miss Robin is always punctual, she'll be back shortly. Unless that is she's spotted some renegade weasel to relive oh his gold, or some poor mole to annoy." He contemplated not realizing how close he was to the truth.

"She's coming back," Ruby grunted from her perch in a tall birch tree. She slid down the tree, with much less grace then a one of her kind should posses on a woodland monarch. The red furred squirrel hit the ground hard grunting slightly, and limped over to the fire. "She's got someone with 'er too."

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"Ah, erm, lets see. I was in fact saying pirer-o-gi-de-erm-yro... A pyro dancer, ye see mate I was a pyro dancer afore bein' a mercenary. So I'm a' makin' a few mistakes wordin' my profession, if ye can understand mate." Luis confirmed quickly laying a paw on his heart, and bowing like a proper gentlebeast. His black eyes flashed gleefully at this new adventure, it was even better then taking down a fat merchant ship, this false identity thing was something he excelled at. Of course if you asked him he excelled at just about everything.


"Sometimes its not about winning, but how you lose." - John Gwynne

"Facts don't care about your feelings." -Ben Shapiro

Ashleg

Quetzal looked amused, because he sensed a lie in Luis's words.
The pine marten decided to go along with it.
"You were, were ya? Come on, dance, show me what you know."

Faiyloe

"Aye, but you baint goin' near it, friend,"  Robin said grabbing the hood of Stoh's habit as he passed her.
I am back... sort of... maybe... Hi?

The Skarzs

  "You'm be a'lettin' me go naow, miz," said Brother Stoh as he pulled at his hood while pawing at his sword. "If'n you want trouble, Oi'm gorra give a'plenty."
Cave of Skarzs

Cave potato.

LT Sandpaw

Coughing Luis bent over holding his chest rasping pathetically. "Ahem, I'm sorry about that mate." The ferret grunted straightening up. "Jus' me lackO'seaitous kicking in. Ye see afore I was a Pyro Dancer n' a mercenary I was a seabeast. Haven't seen yon sea in wot seems like five hundred seasons. As ye can imagine mate it ain't fun for a sailor."

Luis stopped talking suddenly, his black eyes flashed, and he moved one paw in the slightest movement. Otherwise the ferret remained still. "Got any fire mate?"


"Sometimes its not about winning, but how you lose." - John Gwynne

"Facts don't care about your feelings." -Ben Shapiro

Hickory

Back in the safety of the forest, Jack contemplated his options. Robin Hood wasn't a choice. Mercenary work was few and far between. Maybe the Lord Arcon had something. They always did.

OOC: I need a refresher - Arcon is Prince John, right?
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Faiyloe

OOC: Yup.

BIC:

"Ah no trouble at all sir," She said coking her head with a wink, but she still didn't let go. "But you see, these here's my woods an' I can't have ya wandering around them an all, I would be happy to escort you on your way though,"
I am back... sort of... maybe... Hi?

The Skarzs

  "Oi'll be 'aving no ezcort, an' Oi'll foind moi own way out when Oi want to. So if'n we gonna foight, let's gerron with it, otter mizz!" Stoh drew his sword and prodded at Robin's midriff to make her let go.
Cave of Skarzs

Cave potato.

Faiyloe

Robbin chuckled and let go. She took a step back and said "No disrespect or anything but I'm afraid it would be a rather unfair fight,"
I am back... sort of... maybe... Hi?