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Post by Tasna and Willowtail Riverend on Apr 26, 2007 16:06:09 GMT -5
OOC: Wait. Is this related to a Redwall book or something, because if it is, I don't really know what to do. I haven't read all of them. I might be missing something.
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Darter
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Post by Darter on Apr 26, 2007 20:13:12 GMT -5
OOC: I wouldn't worry, it's prolly not. Huh, besides, Laylark hasn't read a single Redwall book, ever.
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Rinafera Woxwitty III
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Post by Rinafera Woxwitty III on Apr 26, 2007 21:49:28 GMT -5
OOC: You never mentioned you were in the fort, so I assumed we were in the woods. Ah, whatever.
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Apr 27, 2007 4:37:26 GMT -5
**Raiden slowly pulled himself out of bed as the sun was reaching it's zenith.**
Great... What a day to oversleep... I'm so late it's untrue...
**It was with great hurry that the field mouse found a tattered, red tunic and black belt with a shard of amathyst in the buckle. Pulling on his favoured attire, the mouse opened a chest at the foot of his bed. Within the oak container was armour. The armour that had given him one of his many names and title; The White Knight, Warrior of good and evil, Bane of vermin. Raiden almost laughed aloud, his ancestor, Raiden Tempestus Silversword I's armour had seen him through many battles. Those had been battles to test his body, almost as much as they had tested his resolve. For a light patrol, he had decided to take on his other warrior aspect; The Phantom Stalker, Commando fighter, Death incarnate, The invisable doom of vermin. That and much more had been tales talked about his shadowy aspect; a lightly armoured warrior who went where the White Knight couldn't, wouldn't, even. It was with these thoughts, that Raiden took the brestplate, gauntlets, pauldrons, and helmet from the chest. Buckleing the armour on tightly, Raiden took a long polearm from the weapon racks, it was a scythe with an axe on the bottom. Not expertly forged, raiden had mede himself while in a rage some days earlier. Honed to a sharp edge on both sides of the weapon, it stood tall and proud on a rowan wood haft. Buckeling that to his back with two leather belts, the chestnut brown field mouse took the final part of his appearence up; a black cloak, long, full length, and with a large hood to obscure his face when his helmet wasn't on. Rushing out the door, pausing only to pick up the pack he had prepared the previous night, he left the Rascarm barracks, to meet up with his fellow patrolers.**
Sorry I'm late... I kinda overslept... Alot...
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Post by Mary Narai on Apr 27, 2007 22:03:08 GMT -5
* That morning, the morning of Mary's patrol duty, the mousemaid awoke with a blistering headache. Cursing under her breath, she got up tiredly,not wanting to leave the comfort of her bed. She changed in to her tunic, and packed some of the nessecities that would be need on a patrol ,like a knife. Her pockets felt a bit heavy, but not too much. Good thing her vest on top of the tunic and her pants had a lot of pockets. THe mousemaid walked out of the barracks and over to Marie, making herself one of the first ones there.* Reporting for duty.
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Post by Songwind and Brawn Oakbrush. on Apr 30, 2007 18:35:02 GMT -5
**Song dragged herself out of bed, yawing as she tried to touch her foot-paws to the floor. She stretched dramatically, then looked over to Brawn's side of the bed. He was still asleep, and snoring gently. A smile entered the squirrelmaid's beautiful features as she planted a kiss on Brawn's cheek. Surprised her mate wasn't up first, Song remembered why she had awoken early. Patrolling!
Songwind Oakbrush dragged her clothes from a pile of boxes in the corner. Today she decided to wear a brown earthy dress, which went down to her ankles. A yellow corset\vest went over this to finish the look along with a brown leather belt.
The gentle healer threw on her backpack and marched out, frowning sourly at having to wake up. Trudging up to her commander, She rubbed sleep from her eys while saluting. ** Good mornin' M'rie. I trust yah slept well?
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Commander Marie and Will
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Post by Commander Marie and Will on May 4, 2007 0:21:57 GMT -5
OOC: You guys, I'm sooo sorry I'm late. >< We're getting a roof put on our house this week, and it's affecting school, life, and everything else... I'm so zonked right now, or I would post. =[ It's 10:30 (almost), and I'm literally having a hard time keeping my eyes open... (Today was...hectic.) Anyway, I'll try, try to post this weekend. =] So yeah. Sowwy.
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Commander Marie and Will
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Post by Commander Marie and Will on May 20, 2007 16:43:57 GMT -5
OOC: I really do apologize for being so slow with this, y’all. >> I wonder what that says about me… I can’t even follow my own guidelines… Well, since I’m obviously not competent enough to post as often as I agreed to, I’m going to be lenient on that point. There’s a lot of you who haven’t posted yet, but I‘m not going to kick you out just yet. At a certain point, I will stop allowing people to show up (if you haven’t posted by then, you can’t come with us), but until then feel free to post when you can. I still expect good RPing, but as long as you’re relatively active I won’t mind you posting a little slowly. ^^ And now for a bit of advice. Tasna -- Very nice post, but generally you’re supposed to put punctuation before your asterisks. ^^ It’s not like it makes a huge difference or anything, but technically they’re supposed to be there, so it might give it a more finished look if you do that. Just a suggestion, not an order. *shrugs* Rinafera -- Uh, no comment. You had a couple of grammar mistakes, but nothing major. ^^ Raiden -- Mostly grammar and spelling mistakes. I know I’ve said this before, but I‘ll keep on saying it: try using a word processor with spellcheck or even just use the spellcheck on ProBoards. As for the grammar, it’s simply a matter of reading over your post and looking for mistakes. =] Everyone’s entitled to a few typos, but still… It makes it look as though you didn’t pay attention to what you were typing. Mary -- Well, more detail would be nice. =D You couldn’t really tell much about Mary from that post. What color is her fur? What color is her tunic? Is she particularly short or thin or muscular? Do her eyes twinkle with energy or do they look cloudy with sleep? Try adding details like that; they’ll add more life to your posts. Songwind -- There’s not a ton to say here, but I might suggest adding more of Songwind’s character into your posts. How does she feel about the upcoming Patrol? Is it just something routine to her, or does she look forward to it? Is she afraid of danger, or does she delight in traveling through peaceful Mossflower? When you’re writing, try to write as though you’re introducing Songwind to us for the first time. Don’t assume we know anything about her -- you should, at the very least, introduce the basics. I notice you never mentioned her species. Someone who didn’t know your character would have no clue whether she was a fox or a mouse or a badger or a squirrel. Just something to think about. BIC: Ah, Tasna! *Marie‘s face lit with recognition, and she stepped forward to greet the young otter maid with a firm pawshake.* Good t’see yew ‘ere. *Squinting at the cold morning sky, the sturdy Commander half-snorted.* Tch, the sun could be doin‘ it‘s job a wee bit better, I reckon, but it‘s nothin‘ a native Northerner can‘t take. Ah jes‘ ‘ope everybeast checked th‘weather afore they dressed. Looks like yore prepared, though. *Eyeing her young comrade approvingly, she gave a friendly nod. Smiling, she glanced around at the noise of another‘s approach. Rinafera had arrived. The smile jumped a bit towards the smirk end of the spectrum at his half-awake greeting.*
Ach, m‘buckoe, M‘rie‘s jes‘ fine. Some o‘ these tenderpaws need t‘use the title t‘remind theirselves who‘s in charge, but ah figger there‘s no need fer it twixt ol‘ pals, eh?
*Shrugging it off, the golden-furred mouse glanced around the courtyard. It seemed they were beginning to arrive. Raiden, Mary, and Songwind, three more assigned to the Patrol, were crossing the Fort grounds in her direction. Cocking an ear towards Rinafera‘s question, she nodded, but did not answer immediately. As the three Guardians arrived, she raised a paw in salute, glancing at each to acknowledge their presence.* Hai, you three. We were s‘posed t‘ave a few more creatures along with us, but it seems their a bit late. Well, ‘tis their own fault, so we‘re settin‘ off wit‘out ‘em. They‘ll catch up with us if they wake up soon; if not, they‘d best not e‘en bother tryin‘.
*Pausing, Marie bent slightly, hoisting her haversack‘s wide strap over her strong shoulder. Adjusting her clothing so that the it lay smooth over her small form, the mouse glanced around. Resting a scarred paw on her dirk pommel, she cocked a brow over one cloudy grey eye.* Well, e‘erybeast ready t‘set out? *Without waiting for an answer -- they wouldn‘t be here already if they weren‘t ready to go -- she turned on her paw and strode towards the Fort‘s gates at a smooth pace. Nodding a greeting to the Gatekeeper, she pushed through the solid wood doors that defended her home. Pausing there, with the door open, she waited for the others to file through, watching the courtyard for any last-minute joiners.*
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Post by Scratchfur on May 21, 2007 19:58:17 GMT -5
*Having gotten up even before the sun had begun to peek its warm, radiant self above the horizon, a shrew slowly moved his way through the make-shift traveller camp set up only the night before. Having finished his breakfast in the usual shrews way...fast and furious, the shrew began to grumble as his eyes greeted the first rays of scattered light from the horizon with searing pain. Covering his eyes for a few seconds, the shrew began to call names out to the half orb seeming to protrude from the ground in the distance, even though through the trees the sun could barely see the shrew, never mind hearing him. After giving up with the name calling, the shrew got back to packing up his so called 'camp', which took a little less than 10 minutes of stuffing things into a bag while calling the inanimate objects names when they didn't do what he wanted them to. Finishing this task, the shrew threw the bag on his back, checked his direction, and headed off towards where Scratchfur had told him earlier to head to. However, after a while of walking, he began to grumble to himself again about that infernal rat giving him faulty directions again. He never seemed to be quite happy with any given situation, which fit his character almost like a really tight glove. Finally, as if a sign by the forest to get him to be quiet and leave her in peace, the shrew came upon the pathway that, in the distance, led to the fort. Praising himself for his ability to find things, the shrew dismissed his past argument and happily jogged up the path to the fort, where he saw, and most likely was seen, by the mouse standing in the doorway and the other beasts making their way out of the inner courtyard onto the path.*
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on May 24, 2007 12:39:54 GMT -5
OOC: I'm a phonetic speller (how many times have I pointed this out?), and I don't have MS Word on the computer downstairs... But I do try...
BIC: **Raiden stepped out of the gate slowly, drawing the hood of the cloak over his head to shield his eyes from the glare from the sun. Despite his right eye being blind; the scar cutting it in two had seen to that two years ago, it was still sensitive to light and Raiden knew sunlight hurt his eye a lot. His cloak almost touched the ground, not advisable for someone who needed free movement, but Raiden was used to fighting with less elbow room than the amount the cloak gave him.**
I hope this will be a quiet patrol... I need to think something over...
**Raiden severely hoped no beast had heard his whisperings. There was something in his words that wasn't meant for any other, not even his friends, to hear.**
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