Darter
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Post by Darter on Feb 7, 2007 19:54:24 GMT -5
OOC: This thread is a continuation of 'A Change in the Settlement' and as such new joiners should look over that thread before posting here.
BIC: Darter shrugged his shoulders and stretched his arms as he exited the inn. He hadn't minded his stay overnight, but as usual the place had been crowded with corsairs and their drunken antics had kept the otter commander awake a good part of the night. Now, as he strolled down the windswept streets filling his lungs with the brisk morning air, the lack of sleep was starting to get to him. His footpaws trudged wearily onward, the weakness he felt in his legs dragging his steps across the beaten earth. With a paw he shaded his eyes against the glaring sun to gaze at the sea, the turquoise waters sparkling with the brilliance of daybreak.
Finally his weighted paces drew him to the edge of the cliff which towered over the narrow beach far below. His heart raced wildly as his eyes scanned the pier jutting out from the mainland, searching for the ship he had acquired the day before. His breath caught in his throat as he picked out the vague outline of his vessel, docked off to one side away from the others just as the harbourmaster had told him. Even though he was too far away to see it clearly, it looked a powerful ship, large yet easily manned by a smaller than usual crew. Perfectly suited for the voyage.
Descending the winding and narrow stair carved skilfully into the sheer cliff face was treacherous, and as such it took a painfully long time for Darter to reach the ground at last. Inwardly he sighed with relief as his trembling footpaws finally brushed sand. Though he was not mind-numbingly terrified of heights, he wasn't exactly comfortable around them either. The brawny otter figured there were three kinds of beasts when it came to this; those comfortable on land, which seemed to be the most common type, those comfortable in the water and those comfortable in the air. He ranked himself solidly in the 'water' category.
Despite how bitterly cold the winds had been on the settlement plateau, they had vanished completely once below the cliffs. Instead, Darter felt himself sweating as he made his way across the scorching white sands, eventually skipping and jumping as his footpaws heated up. By the time he made it to the pier, the otter commander was an amusing sight. Hopping on one foopaw amd attempting to nurse his burning other one, he cursed under his breath while chuckling at the inconvenience of it all.
When he lifted his gaze and finally looked open his newfound vessel for the first time, however, Darter had returned to his normal taciturn self. The wry smile vanished from his features and was instead replaced by a look of awe-struck wonder. The rat harbourmaster had not been lying when he said she was a good ship! Almost cautiously the otter youth hopped aboard the vessel, crossing the distance between pier and deck easily. He passed the main mast and glanced briefly upward at the furled sail as he approached the wheel. It spun easily, apparently having been greased recently. A contented smile finally settled on the commander's features as he stepped down onto the deck again.
Neither the Riverpine or the Windsurfer matched up to the sheer power of this craft. Yet as he passed by the sets of oars secured to the wooden sides of the ship the otter spotted something not to his liking. Crouching beside a sailor's chest he took a closer look at the broken chain hanging from the bolt secured to the wooden planks. A look of subtle disgust pasted itself on his face. So this had been a slaver's vessel. Which would explain why it had been built so strong, so fast, he thought half-irritably.
The harbourmaster hadn't given the ship a name. Darter figured he would most likely ask the crew to officially name her, but in his mind he decided to call the craft Honour's Wake. It was time to do some right in this world of uprising and war, and maybe the best way to start was to do so through something previously seen as evil. After all, one more friend was one less enemy.
Having overcome his initial distaste at the discovery that his acquired vessel had indeed been a slaver's ship, Darter casually sauntered over to the side of the craft closest to the distant beach and leaned on the wooden rail. Facing away from the rising sun, his figure cast a long shadow across the shimmering waters. He couldn't make out anyone yet by the edge of the cliff, but he figured it was still pretty early in the morning. He would have a crew to accompany him on this expedition. They were coming, he knew it.
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Post by Tasna and Willowtail Riverend on Feb 7, 2007 20:40:00 GMT -5
*Tasna had woken up as early as possible. She didn't want the ship to leave without her. The sun had just risen to it's full* Good. I should get there in time. *The otter grabbed what she was bringing on the voyage (which wasn't much) and dashed out the door. She jogged to the docks but couldn't see the ship that she was headed for* Too many beasts in the way. *Tasna looked to her left and close by she saw a steep hill that she could get a good view from*
*The maiden scurried up the hill as fast as her footpaws could carry her. Tasna's mind was racing with excitement* This is so wonderful. I've always wanted to go onto the water. Tasna reached the top only to find a cliff in front of her* This should be high enough. *The otter walked from one area to another, looking for the ship. When she moved farther right, she stopped dead in her tracks. Her jaw dropped open as she saw the majestic ship sitting in the harbour, partly separated from the others* That has to be it.
*Tasna saw a path leading down the beach. With difficulty, she managed her way down the steep hill. About halfway down, she looked up at the ship to admire it from a closer view. The otter thought she saw something moving on the deck. Tasna squinted her eyes so that she could see better in the sunlight. She could just make out the figure. She continued down the path a bit more to get a closer look. Now she could see the face of the beast* Darter!
*Tasna hobbled down the difficult path and finally touch the sand. Without a moment's hesitance, she ran across the beach with full speed to the ship. How glorious it looked from her small height. She stopped on the peir to catch her breath and looked up* Woah. *She boarded the ship and took a good look. It was breath taking. While she scanned her eyes around, she saw Darter* Hello Commander. Are you ready for the voyage?
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Rinafera Woxwitty III
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Post by Rinafera Woxwitty III on Feb 7, 2007 20:56:04 GMT -5
*The sun rose just in time to get through the slits of Rinafera's bedroom window in the inn. It shone through as his eyes popped open and alert. The hare was almost annoyed as he rose to his feetpaws. Waking up a bally chap in the middle of the flippin' night, wot. What a bally rude sun. He thought as he rolled his eyes. Then the thought struck him. The boat! He yelled at himself in his mind, giving himself a stern scolding on not waking up too late and then being too lazy as to get ready with all your weapons and such. He put the cloack and tunic quickly over his tunic, fastening the laces on his boots with so much worry that he tightened them so much it almost killed the circulation. Tying the belt, his clipped on the sheathe and smiled down on his scimitar. He would need to watch his back today.
The hare picked up his shoulder strap and strapped around his back with the stiletto frimly on it. Looking down at the comfortable bed he had spent a nice night on, Rinafera sighed and only wished he could have spent a few more hours on it. Smiling, he exited the room and walked down the stairs of the Tavern. Walking into the main room he ordered a quick drink and a warm biscuit for the road. After rushing down his biscuit he guzzled down the drink and spilled a bit of it on him due to his quickness.
Throwing the drink back at the bar, he got up and walked toward the door. Pushing it open very quickly, he winced as the blazing sun hit his relaxed eyes. Almost running, Rinafera jogged to the docks hoping he was not too late. Spotting Tasna the otter walk to the ship he immediately smiled and relaxed. He was not too late, and almost too early. Walking a bit slower and calmer, he kept his eyes out for the vermin he had offended and that had offended him. The fox and the ferret were not too pleased with his conversation. Rinafera sighed as he reached the ship and saw no sign of any vermin.*
Hello, Tasna. Nice flippin' day, eh, Commander. Wot is my bally post, Commander Darter?
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Post by Kryshana Pyr on Feb 7, 2007 21:43:17 GMT -5
* Kryshana awoke that morning with little happiness. The room that she was in was positioned in a way so that it faced the east so the sun pierced it's way through her eyelids, waking her up in an unpleasant way. * 'Right, I'm up. Just turn off your stupid light. * The sun didnt', and she swore under her breath as she put on a different thing other than her oversised tunic that she wore for sleeping. She put on a nice white tunic that was belted.
Grabbing her bag, the rattess walked downstairs and looked around. There was hardly anyone there, except for... the rabbit. Well, if he was going on the ship, perhaps he'd know where it is. Stepping out the door, she saw him go down the street. But that was a hard thing since he was running. Perhaps she'd just spot him at the dock. There werent' many rabbits around here. Going back in side, she ordered some breakfast. ONce she was done, she went down to the docks.
There were a lot of people, that's for sure. Ltos of ships too. WHere's the rabbit... there he is! She spotted him and walked over. Tasna was there too. But there was something wrong with the ship. SHe'd seen the type before... A slaver? And they call themselves goodbeasts.*
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Post by Fishtail Dirkslash on Feb 8, 2007 16:07:38 GMT -5
*Fishtail awoke as the morning light filtered through the dusty air of the inn. Unlike the others, he had not been able to afford a comfortable room and so, had retired himself on the floor, free of charge. The innkeeper had been gracious enough to allow him to spend the night without a fee, for most of the usual customers had been driven out by the Guardians of Mossflower. All the better for me, Fishtail thought with a grin as he raised himself up off the cold wooden floor and stretched to recover from the uncomfortable position he had been in throughout the night*
*Recovering faster than most would have, Fishtail began to collect his belongings in order to leave. He belted on his cutlass over a worn pair of trousers and stuck his dirk into the belt as well. After brushing some dirt and dust off of his shirt and pants, he started for the door. With a quick nod of thanks to the innkeeper, Fishtail left the building*
*As the searat walked out into the bright morning he remembered the events of the previous night. The first thing that came to his mind was that of the voyage. Any other thoughts were pushed to the back as he grinned and headed in the direction of the docks. Fishtail had stayed in the corsair town many times before and knew exactly where to go. With a spring in his step, the rat walked down the busy streets, weaving around merchants and cutpurses alike. Soon he reached the cliff that had long protected the town from any attacks coming from the sea. Fishtail found it ironic that the harbour town had eventually fallen to a land-based attack. Before he started dwelling on the strategies of war, however, the searat found the path that he was looking for and started his way down the cliff*
*Though taking the path was far better than climbing down, it was still very narrow, with numerous loose rocks. Fishtail was too concentrated on keeping his balance to look towards the docks for the ship. Despite a few slips along the way, the searat made it down with only a few minor scratches, hardly noticable. He then looked out over the hot sand and grimaced. It had been a long time since he had owned a good pair of boots and the searat was most certainly going to regret that. With a determined grin on his face, Fishtail was soon sprinting across the space between the cliffs and the docks. As he approached the docks, he noticed some familiar faces milling around an impressive ship. A slave ship from it's size and build Fishtail noted as he reached his destination. He was glad to see that the goodbeasts didn't think themselves above a slaveship, but at the same time, was a little worried that they might not be all good. The searat was heartily against slavery despite his label as vermin*
*It looked like he was the fifth beast to arrive. The leader of the voyage, the hare from the tavern, Tasna and another rat were already at the ship. After his run, the searat's stomach felt very empty, but he ignored it not seeing any chance for breakfast forthcoming. At least the jog had saved his footpaws from any burns, and that was well worth the energy. Fishtail walked up onto the deck of the great ship, admiring it's powerful build and well kept appearance. He then approached Darter* 'Hoy, I heard ye were lookin' fer some seabeasts. Mind if I join yer voyage?
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Post by Mary Narai on Feb 8, 2007 21:44:39 GMT -5
* Mary walked down to the docks, not sure whether she should really go on board, or jsut see everyone off. Yes, it could be dangerous, 'cause vermin might attack them, but wouldn't it be fun as well? Well, either way, she was going to the dock.And she brought her bag just in case. Once she got there she noticed there were a bunch of beasts standing near a big ship, most she recognized as Guardians. It's a big boat... must take a lot of beasts. I guess I'll go. SHe looked around for Darter, and once she spotted him, she went asked.* Hi Darter, can I come along too?
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Rinafera Woxwitty III
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Post by Rinafera Woxwitty III on Feb 8, 2007 21:54:35 GMT -5
*The hare's tunic blew in the wind as he bent down to grab a piece of parchment that had blown across the ship. When Rinafera looked up, he spotted Kryshana in the distance. Rolling his eyes, he looked at Darter and back to Tasna.*
So, Miss Tasna, are you in for a great voyage?
*Rinafera bit his tongue at the thought of sharing a ship with a bunch of overly offended vermin who all seem to have it out for him. He would watch his back, but could not act awkward around the Commanders. This was his big chance to show he was a quality Guardian that could handle big responsibility. The biggest thing on the hare's wish list was promotion, but knew you had to wait. He waited many seasons before being promoted to Captain of Communications on the Long Patrol.
As his memories drifted back fondly, a mouse entered the large sea vessel. It was Mary, the one who had her sister leave and go back to the Redstone place. Rinafera waved, and when Mary inquired, he thought it was a great idea to get the goodbeasts to out number the vermin in case of a scrap.*
Why hello, Mary. I'm bally sure it would be fine, and Darter said anyone is free to join, wot!
*His eyes glimmered, and the hare had one glance of hope. The vermin would not take kindly to the hare, so Rinafera was taking all the precautions he thought necessary.*
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Laylark
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Post by Laylark on Feb 8, 2007 22:44:57 GMT -5
**Another bleak morning... The streets and alleys of the old settlement were bare and desolate, their luster and appeal now long gone. The sunlight did nothing but illuminate the boring dusty streets. It did nothing but highlight whitewashed walls and blackened stone. The clouds that hung so placidly above it all drifted along, unaware of the bitter wind, the killing cold, the awful blankness of the place- the streets, the buildings.
One young fox had taken to wandering these streets, or just wandering in general, letting this desolation consume him. Boredom and dormancy had led to a state of unremitting restlessness that this fox now strived to remedy. Mindless and aimless traipsing about seemed to be the only cure, the only way out, no matter how temporary. He stayed away from the busy tavern, from the chatter and cachinnation, feeling increasingly awkward among other beasts. Yes, this was Laylark.
On this particular day, Laylark was feeling abnormally agitated, his usually fidgety self now unsettled and edgy. Preferring to keep away from that inn no matter what, he'd spent the night in an abandoned shop. It had been much too late and too dark to head back to the fort. Now he paused outside the building's flanking alleyway, stopping for a brief moment before continuing his restless drifting. He wore a black coat that he'd recently purchased, the collar pulled right up to his flaming orange cheeks. It descended just below his knees, showing dark boots that he only sported in the cold.
And so Laylark continued to amble around. The tavern was not far off and he couldn't help but notice noticed somebeast exit the alehouse and head off in a very direct manner. Slightly curious, he followed, shuffling along in his uncomfortable footwear. Taking back-streets and shadowed passageways, he headed in the same direction in his own indirect manner. It wasn't too long before he was faced with a beach, though at the bottom of the cliff the settlement was perched upon. At the sight of the pier, the red fox grew somewhat excited.
For a moment Laylark wasn't sure what to do. Confronted with this cliff, he stood still for several seconds. A quick survey of the parameter however revealed a stone staircase that most likely lead down to the docks.
The climb down was treacherous and Laylark was grateful for his boots. He found himself grateful once more when he realized the heat of the beach. Soon enough he had no need for his coat which he squirmed out of and slung over his arm. Now at the bottom, he noticed a group of beasts on the ship off to one side. His old enthusiasm slowly seeping back into him, he ran to-wards the vessel, recognizing many of the would-be crew.
The tall, lanky beast hopped aboard the ship, his usual goofy smile present. He slid over to Darter as if pulled by some magnetic force and asked the inevitable question:**
So.... What's all this about?
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Post by Mary Narai on Feb 8, 2007 23:49:09 GMT -5
* Mary smiled to Rinafera.* Really? Oh, well that's good. Still, I thought it would be best if I asked first.
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Post by Tasna and Willowtail Riverend on Feb 9, 2007 15:37:00 GMT -5
*Tasna hadn't seen Rinafera board the ship until he spoke to her. She was still in awe at the massive size of the ship* Oh. Hello Rinafera. Yes I'm in a good mood for a voyage. *When the hare turned around to greet another beast that had entered, the ottermaid shifted her attention to someting that caught her eye in the corner of the ship. Her eyes widen in shock* Chains! This used to be a slave ship. *Tansa wondered what Darter had thought about it when he saw the chains. She shook her head and muttered to herself* What awful luck.
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Commander Marie and Will
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Post by Commander Marie and Will on Feb 9, 2007 16:01:41 GMT -5
*The golden-furred, brown-eyed harvest mouse watched as the sun rose slowly in the clear morning sky, his eyes narrowed slightly, a sign of his anxiety. Will was seated at the window of the room his mate and he had rented for the last few days, half-heartedly cleaning his bow. His outfit flattered his form in its simplicity -- a pair of fitted dark brown breeches, a white long-sleeved tunic, and a dark brown vest. His fur was well-groomed, a shade darker than that of his wife. For the fifth time in the last minute, Will cast a nervous glance towards his sleeping wife, who was sprawled across the room’s bed, snoring gently. A grimace twisted his features, as he debated mentally whether to awaken the resting mousemaid. One the one paw, they needed to leave. He knew how disappointed Marie would be to miss the voyage because he let her sleep. However, on the other paw, he knew she did need the rest. His brow furrowed and the grimace tightened, as he ruminated on his precious mate‘s strange behavior over the last couple of months. After a moment, he rose from his seat on the room‘s sole chair, setting aside the bow. In a couple of swift, purposeful strides, he approached the bed, and placed a paw gently on the warrior-maiden’s slowly rising and falling back.*
Marie, it‘s time to wake up.
Mffsnighehdle… *Marie clutched one of the bed‘s thin pillows to her chest, squinching her eyes closed tight. Mouth tightened into a grim line, Will began to shake her softly. As long as he was going to wake her, he might as well do it effectively.*
Marie! Lass, get up. The sea‘s callin‘.
Mmf… Will? *Raising herself to her elbows, Marie blinked open her eyes. Rolling onto her back, she squinted up at her mate, who smiled half-heartedly. Remembrance bled in through the fog of dreams, along with consciousness. Sitting up, she rubbed a paw across her eyes.* Wot time is it?
Time tae leave. It‘s gettin‘ near midmornin‘.
*Grunting her understanding, the small, sturdily-built warrioress swung her paws over the bed‘s edge. She stood, unsteady for a moment; but she quickly regained her balance as awareness grew in her eyes.* Midmornin‘… Guess ah‘d best ‘urry then. *With quickly strengthening pawsteps, she moved to the end of the bed, where a small trunk sat with its lid open. Rummaging around, she found an outfit and began to dress, shedding her sleeping shift and pulling on her light, comfortable clothing. A beige-colored under-tunic and a soft brown outer tunic, accompanied by a knee-length brown skirt and a beaded bracelet completed the outfit, along with the ever-present slim ring that glinted in her right ear.
Will busied himself making final preparations as Marie dressed. He had already packed their haversacks with the basics, but he decided to double-check anyway. Kneeling next to them, he mentally covered the checklist. His contained some rations -- dried berries and scones -- a ceramic cup for water, ale, or whatever else he might need, a change of clothing, his dark green beret with the eagle feather, and his bow supplies. His bone-handled hunting knife would be carried on his body, along with his quiver of arrows and his bow. Marie‘s contained a change of clothing, her blade-care supplies, the necklace with a white swan on it, her wooden bowl, and a dark blue cloak that she wore on occasion.
Leaning back onto his feet, he glanced over his shoulder, where Marie was tightening a black leather belt about her waist, from which dangled her dirk and dagger, the blades that comprised her arsenal. Rising, Will hoisted the strap of his haversack over his shoulder holding Marie‘s in his paw. He knew she would be nearly ready -- there was just one more step in her normal routine. He stood patiently by the door, his weight spread evenly between his paws, and watched Marie reach under the bed to retrieve one of her prize possessions -- her old black sea boots. A delighted grin spread unconsciously across her snout as she pulled on the well-cared for relics, causing Will‘s expression to lighten. He knew she was remembering her days on the Sea Patrol, when those boots had been two sizes too large -- and yet she refused to let go of them, convinced that they made her appear more fearsome. The female mouse fairly leapt to her paws, flashing a confident grin to her husband.*
All ready?
Yew bet, mate! T‘the code and t‘the water!
*As she strode past him, Will tossed Marie her haversack, grinning himself. Her excitement was infecting. Together, the harvest mice hurried downstairs, stopping in to pay the Tavern-keeper their dues. (Will tossed in a couple of extra coins, requesting that the trunk in their room be kept safe and out of the way.) Then it was off to the pier. The more stoic of the two mice talked little as they strolled towards the shore, though he did make an occasional comment, when he could get a word in. Marie, however, talked avidly, chattering on in an excited fashion that Will had not seen from her in some time. Before long, they were hurrying down the shore towards the boat; Marie began praising the qualities of the craft as soon as it came in sight.*
Look at the size o‘ that ship! That‘s a braw ol‘ gal, there! Darter sure knows ‘ow ter pick ‘em, mark m‘words. It‘s gonna take more than a little win‘ an‘ water t‘blow that beauty off course.
*Will just nodded subconsciously, noting with astute eyes the build and shape of the craft. He had little experience with the sea and boats, but plenty of it with slavers and corsairs-turned-land beasts; he recognized a vermin ship when he saw one. He made no comment aloud, however, knowing that it should not make a difference where the ship had come from, but rather what it would be used for in the future. Marie bounded up the gangplank, followed more soberly by her mate.*
Ahoy there, Cap‘n! M‘rie an‘ Will reportin‘ fer duty!
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Post by Shadow-Risk & Rosemary on Feb 9, 2007 16:05:09 GMT -5
**It was a brisk Mossflower morning, the air fresh and alive to Rosie's senses. She had awaken early, intrigued by Marie's report of Darter taking the previously vermin-run ship for a test run. Shrews were always meant to be waterbeasts, after all. A nice slip up and down the shoreline ought to be satisfying, as things had grown altogether dull in the overturned Western Settlement.
Making a mental check of all her supplies, she chewed on a bite of homemade rosemary herb bread. Three sets o'v clothin'; plenty o' grub; rapi'r an' dagg'r; s'um parchm'nt an' ink an' quill, jus' in case... Beddin'; herbs; an' spoons an' ladles an' that bloody large kettle. Oh! The table rocked as portly Rosie slammed a fist onto the hard surface.** Gillory! I fergot Gillory! **Leaving the casual breakfast table, she scrambled into the adjoined kitchen on slick stone tiles. Huddling down to access a certain cabinet, muttered complaints under her breath as hit her head soundly on the wood.** There ye are, Gillory! **Producing her most treasured frying pan from the darkness of the low cabinet, Rosie, still knelt, held Gillory in her paws with sincere reverence.** No way Ah'm leavin' ye 'ere, noo Gillory.
**And that was that. Saddled with a pack that seemed to double the shrew's own size, Rosie tottered out of the homely little domicile she had used during her brief stay at the Western Settlement. With eyes determined and filled with a spark of anitcipation, she tramped with willing, but weighed down paws half the distance to the port. However, weariness overcame her small, stout body, and she managed to only trudge a few steps further before she collasped to her knees.** Urgh! Curse mah shortened body! **Heaving the hefty burden from her back, she stood and tugged on the straps with all her might.** C'um on, noo! Ah'm not givin' up that easily! **The prospect of a quest on the open seas sparked her imagination and spurred her will, while the salty, cold air tantalized her senses.
It took longer than what would have been ideal, but eventually she and the pack reached the dock--both exausted after long moments of tugged and hauling down the dirt and cobbled streets of the Western Settlement. Allowing the straps to drop to the ground, Rosie sweeped the back of a paw across her forehead and dropped to the ground.** Oi, that was too much w'rk fer one mornin'! **Whilst leaning against the pack limply, allowing limbs to be revived with blood and oxygen, thoughts about what lay ahead danced about her mind. It had been a while since an ocean quest had been stirred up. Subconciously, Rosie had always felt awkward with her lack of experience on the water. Shrews were reputedly dedicated to life on the water, yet Rosie had never been introduced to ships as the rest of her clan had--as she was sent off to Redwall at a young age.
Breath followed into and out her body deeply. Sitting up, she glanced about the scene, observing the grand ship and those who had gathered in her shadow. Time ta move, 'azelnutt. Standing, she managed to drag the pack to the rest of the group.** Mornin' mates! Ah 'eard we were goin' on a likkle adventure, 'ere?
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Rinafera Woxwitty III
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Post by Rinafera Woxwitty III on Feb 9, 2007 16:19:59 GMT -5
*Rinafera sighed and finally took a good look at the giant ship. He little and/or no experience with ships, but was mesmerized at the sight of this sea vessel. The hare smiled, and looked at Tasna briefly to respond. The otter just looked away, and then a curious and almost awkward look went over her face when she looked deeper into the ship. Rinafera's eyebrows closed in curiously and thoughts ran through his head. Looking where Tasna looked, Rinafera spotted nothing unusual. Barrels, tankards, chains, and a few bottles just rested on the corner of the stern. Then he realized it, it was the chains. At the Long Patrol he had dealed with them as though they were nothing, but other goodbeasts might have a bit of a problem with it. The hare did not want to be present when somebeast approached Darter.
As Rinafera almost smiled, laughing a bit, he turned his ahead away from the ottermaid after muttering a curse under his breath. The vermin just stood there, and Mary would not board until she spoke to Darter who was off doing who knows' what. Then almost instantaneously the hare noticed Commander Marie and her companion Willem. Waving to them in the distance, he also turned to see Laylark approach. The other Commander smiled and spoke out enthusiastically. Then, if it was not a big enough party of old friends, Rosie approached the Docks.
The hare was surrounded by commanding officers and friends, with the exception of vermin every once and a while. After Laylark spoke, which Rinafera had to listen to because it was a Commander, he leaned over the rail to clue in his leader.*
Watch my back, if you do nothing flippin' else. Just please, watch my ball back, because my throat may be slit before the day is over.
*His eyes peered at Laylark with great determination, and he turned back to the mouse about to ask Darter if she could board.*
Well, I believe he's doing something bally important right now, but I'll retrieve him for you.
*Rinafera walked past Tasna with a wink and strolled to Commander Darter. He spoke as if they had known each other a long time, but in reality he had only but joined three months ago and not really got to know him.*
Mary Narai is here, Commander. She wants to bally join our ship. She requests your confirmation, sir, wot.
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Darter
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Post by Darter on Feb 9, 2007 16:42:33 GMT -5
OOC: Alright! Looks like we got a good sized group going here. I'm going to post ASAP; in the meantime please don't have your character interact with Darter unless absolutely necessary; I'm in the middle of writing my post. Once your character has said something to him - just wait or move on. He didn't ignore you, I just haven't written a post yet. Thanks, and feel free to continue RPing around with each other. One last note: once the ship leaves the harbour, no new joiners will be permitted.
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Post by Songwind and Brawn Oakbrush. on Feb 9, 2007 20:05:35 GMT -5
**Song ran up, her headfur flying behind her as she dashed urgently towards the ship. She dragged a large bundle behind her, her baggage. Brawn followed at a more sedate pace, carrying two bundles, one of which was his wifes. She wouldn't care. The couple made it up the gang plank and looked around.** Could we join?
OOC; Sorry for the short post.
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