Halloween 2014

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Unimaginative

Sargon snorted, looking doubtfully at Ragnor. "I conquered most of Sumer, and nobody did anything about it."
"Once built a steamboat in a meadow
Cos I'd forgotten how to sail" - The Gardener , The Tallest Man on Earth

Jetthebinturong

"This is a different time, people look down on conquerors these days" Ragnor smirked "By the way, Sumer doesn't exist anymore, not united anyway"
"In the meantime, no one should roam the camp alone. Use the buddy system."
"Understood." Will looked at Nico. "Will you be my buddy?"
"You're a dork," Nico announced.
~ The Hidden Oracle, Rick Riordan

Cornflower MM

Arya blinked, slightly confused. "Okay, first off - You, Ragnor Fell. My surname is NOT Hallucinationtail - It's Brushtail. Got it?" She asked as she shook his strange paw. Then she turned the pone who called himself Nagisa Hazuki. "Pleasure to meet you. Oh, you like swimming? I think you would fit in well with the river itters - You seem to be as fun-loving as they are. And excuse my lack of ignorance, but what is an ape? Where is Europe. They sound far away from Mossflower." She paused and took in abreathn, then turned to the king. "And you, sir, sound proud of he fact that you conquered countries because you were bored?" She asked for confirmation. Then she ordered, "Now QUIT FIGHTING! It will quite possibly get you no where, and plus I stand with Mr. Rangbnor on the fact of that no one is conquering Mossflower if I can help it." Arya growled, with a glare.

Delthion

"Ah greetings Arya Brushtail, I finally know your name and do not have to call you merely 'squirrel.'" said Theoden smiling.
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Izeroth

The shadow lord heaved a great sigh and shook his smoky head. "Mortals: such argumentative little creatures. Do you want to stop arguing now, children, or must the shadow lord take matters into his own glorious hands?"

Jetthebinturong

Ragnor shook his head "I'm not mortal "shadow lord", I'm immortal, like you" his eyes flicked over to Sargon "I would LIKE to stop arguing but it may not be an option"
"In the meantime, no one should roam the camp alone. Use the buddy system."
"Understood." Will looked at Nico. "Will you be my buddy?"
"You're a dork," Nico announced.
~ The Hidden Oracle, Rick Riordan

Delthion

"Alas for the turbulent people of this present day and age, so argumentative." said Theoden as he walked over to the gate waiting for it to open.
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Izeroth

 Joseph the gatekeeper, heeding the words of the abbot, opened the gate wide. "I'm going to regret this," he thought.

Delthion

Theoden was beginning to become impatient. But then he looked behind him at all the villainous and partially insane group of people behind him, and he immediately understood.
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Lutra

As the gates opened, Scrappy ran forward at full speed, not truly knowing what to expect on the other side.  "Ta da da daa, da daaaaaa, Puppy Power!"  He didn't get far in the gates when he ran over Abbot Martin and both fell heads over heels.

"Hey you don't look like no wizard or warlock, but I can't be sure," said Scrappy, standing up and dusting himself off.

Scrappy was not much taller than the Abbot, but it sure made a sight for the Abbot to be staring at some odd creature he had never seen before.  He picked up his glasses that had fallen off during the collision and took a good look at the puppy.

"My eyes must be failing me, my son, but I have no clue what you are, there isn't much light out here," he said rather abstractly.  "We'll need torches then we can tell who is who and figure out what all this is about.  While you are all here I'm Abbot Martin, and this is Redwall Abbey.  I don't know if its on any map you seek but I've certainly never heard of what you speak of.  If you are traveling you might as well spend the night."
Ya Ottah! ~ Sierra

Cornflower MM

"Thank you, GFather Abbot." Arya politely said as she walked up to the mouse.

Wylder Treejumper

Robin perched in a tree over the road, listening to the rather unusual conversation. Seeing  a more familiar beast, he decided to take advantage of the opportunity. He leaped down from the tree into the road in a neat double somersault, swept off his hat, and bowed to the gatekeeper.
"Do you by any chance know where Nottingham is? I was just traveling there when I found myself in this rather unusual place." 
"'Tis the business of small minds to shrink, but he whose heart is firm, and whose conscience approves his conduct, will pursue his principles unto death."
-Thomas Paine

"Integrity and firmness is all I can promise; these, be the voyage long or short, shall never forsake me although I may be deserted by all men."
-George Washington

Courage: Not only the willingness to die manfully, but also the determination to live decently.

Lutra

One of the cooks from inside the abbey brought out a torch to see what was troubling the Abbot.  He had seen him scurry by and it wasn't like him to be out in the middle of the night, and then with no light besides.  As the mouse came up, a fox barreled into the group and asked a question.

"Fox!!!" he screamed, and started waving it around in front of the fox, trying to push him back.

Scrappy, who happened to be only slightly a head taller than the mouse, easily wrestled the lighted torch out of his grasp.

"You'll hurt someone with that you ol' meanie," he snuffed at the mouse, who tried to grab it back.

"There's a fox there!" squealed the mouse cook.

"Yeah and I'm a dog! Ruff!" barked Scrappy back.  "I don't feel like getting burned tonight."

Meanwhile, the Abbot, stood his ground and merely stated as calmly as possible, "Please, there is no need for arguing within our abbey walls!  Now, would you all please tell me who you are, where you come from, and what do you need?"
Ya Ottah! ~ Sierra

Delthion

"Well, all that I desire is a warm bed, and my apologies for the explosive nature of my companions." said Theoden, smiling.
Dreams, dreams are untapped and writhing. How much more real are dreams than that paltry existence which we now call reality? How shall we ascend to that which humanity is destined? By mastering the dreamworld of course. That is how, my pupils, that is how.

Cornflower MM

"Father Abbot, I'm Arya Brushtail, I'm a squirrel, and I come from Mossflower Woods. Now, who invited the fox?" Arya introduced herself, not really surprised at the sight of the green-wearing fox.