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RP: To Retake an Abbey

Started by Tiria Wildlough, July 21, 2011, 03:30:38 AM

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Nightfire

OOC: Yes, but my character is making a point to approach him from the front, so that he's not any more scared then he already is. Could you please make Nathair respond to Alenra, HiaG?
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HeadInAnotherGalaxy

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Aldar and Norean had been walking a little ways behind Alenra. They entered into the abbey. Aldar's thoughts were on his plans. Soon it would be time to put them in action!

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Nathair pulled his head out from under the bed, which went crashing to the side. He was just about to attack the rat when Aldar and Norien walked in. Seeing the walking stick in Aldar's paw, Nathair immediately stopped and slithered into a corner of the room where he trembled fearfully.

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Aldar looked with surprise at the trembling adder, and overheard "Evil walking sticks! Horrible, terrible walking sticks!" Aldar shook his head. So the adder was afraid of walking sticks, he thought. "Pathetic." he said. "He's afraid of walking sticks apparantly."
NARDOLE; You are completely out of your mind!
DOCTOR: How is that news to anyone?

"I am Yomin Carr, the harbinger of doom. I am the beginning of the end of your people!" -Yomin Carr

-Sometime later, the second mate was unexpectedly rescued by the subplot, which had been trailing a bit behind the boat (and the plot). The whole story moved along.

Nightfire

Alenra glared at Aldar. "You stay out of this, marten! And get that vermin out of here! I can deal with this." She flicked her tail at him threateningly. It still had the poison spiked barb on it.
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Tiria Wildlough

Tylmela wandered in. 'Alenra...aah! Watch out, there's an adder under the bed!'
OOC: She won't bother you. She's had a fright. ;)
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Redwall Musician

Quote from: Shinella on September 10, 2011, 08:05:40 PM
Riss looked slightly ataken aback, "Redhall? It's Red... wall? Ooch.. spose ah'll have tae work on theh jollae ol' spellin' sometime!" she smiled comically, "Wheel naow.. ye said ye'd take meh on a jollae tour o' the like?"
The pretty mousemaid lead Riss to the main abbey building. "I wonder if any abbey beast will come back now," Breeze said her thoughts out loud.
A whim came to Breeze. Who would take over as abbess or abbot. She tried to get the thought out of her head. As she walked through Great Hall she glanced up at the tapestry. "That's Martin the Warrior," Breeze said. Though she had not heard of him very much she knew him well. How she knew him was a question anyone could ask.
..."Where courage hides within the shawdows, patience within the storms, friendship in around every corner, and inspiration just outside your window."

Tiria Wildlough

OOC: Can Breeze become the Abbess? Pleeeease?
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Redwall Musician

OCC: I was thinking so. She knows she suppose to, but she's not sure if she's ready.
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Shinella

Riss stared in awe at the woven likeness to Martin the Warrior, "He...." she couldn't even state what she was thinking, this.. mouse... was.. truly a warrior. The squirrel touched her bow tenderly as she caught sight of the sword of the warrior hanging from pegs beside the tapestry.
Yesterday is history... Tomorrow is a mystery... Today is a gift... and that's why its called - The Present...

Nightfire

Alenra sighed. "Tymela, it's all right, this adder is not a threat. Now, I WOULD appreciate it if Aldar and Norean left the room..." she flicked her poison-barbed tail at them.
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HeadInAnotherGalaxy

Aldar shrugged his shoulders and he and Norean left the room.
NARDOLE; You are completely out of your mind!
DOCTOR: How is that news to anyone?

"I am Yomin Carr, the harbinger of doom. I am the beginning of the end of your people!" -Yomin Carr

-Sometime later, the second mate was unexpectedly rescued by the subplot, which had been trailing a bit behind the boat (and the plot). The whole story moved along.

Redwall Musician

Quote from: Shinella on September 18, 2011, 05:04:04 PM
Riss stared in awe at the woven likeness to Martin the Warrior, "He...." she couldn't even state what she was thinking, this.. mouse... was.. truly a warrior. The squirrel touched her bow tenderly as she caught sight of the sword of the warrior hanging from pegs beside the tapestry.

"Do you like the sword?" Breeze asked. She saw Riss look at the sword. Indeed it was beautiful. Breeze soon came to the steps of which lead up to the dormitories. The mousenaid climbed up the steps and saw Aldar and Norean walk out of a room.
"What are you doing here?" she asked Aldar.
..."Where courage hides within the shawdows, patience within the storms, friendship in around every corner, and inspiration just outside your window."

Nightfire

Alenra knelt back down, and gently coaxed the snake. "Please come out. I will not hurt you."
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DanielofRedwall

Foremole wandered in to the room, and shrieked "Ahh, Snakers! Kill it!" He then saw Alenra shake her head, and tugged his snout apologetically. "Sorry 'bout that, yurr Marm."
And so he wandered off again.
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Shinella

Riss slumped down onto the cold tile of Great Hall. She couldn't take her gaze from the warrior on the tapestry, nor the sword, and her gaze flickered from one item to the next.
Yesterday is history... Tomorrow is a mystery... Today is a gift... and that's why its called - The Present...

Nightfire

OOC: HiaG, you are the beast that controls Nathair. Will you please have him take his head out from under the bed?
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