*Swift bashes Rudd over the back of his head.* You also ferget that we're on a rescue mission an' a mission o' vengeance. Crazy talkin' weasel by name o' Warpeye stealin' our mate Mickle? *He shakes his head and looks at Kit.* Don't'cha learn nothing, liddle Kit? Can't trust this buffoon t'answer anythin' proper. -- The Hunt for Warpeye

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Subject	Author	Date
OOC: Oh, oh I see... I'm lame and I make all new posts. Well, let's just continue here, eh? (NT)	Swift	20:15:04 10/13/04 Wed

Erm, Rudd? Maybe it's a 'bad neck o'the woods' BECAUSE i'm 'ere, or i'm 'ere because it is...? And Swiiiiiift? Why'as yer arch nemisis got Mickle? (NT)	Kit	04:28:55 10/14/04 Thu

Swift sighs. Well, arch-nemesis got Mick on account o' Mick wantin' to go on point scoutin'... They captured him, and Warpeye an' his seer musta worked some magic on him... Made him like their own personal killin' slave. We gotta find Mick an' give 'im a good bonk on the 'ead to set 'is brains back in place. He looks around and grins. Course... Mick's brains was always a bit unsettled... Heh... He begins to mutter slightly as he begins walking to the town again. Dunno about a bonk to 'is noggin' settin' 'im straight a piece, to be honest.. What set me straight was Skipper o' Otters whoopin' on me, an' Foremole talkin' to me... Mayap I can woop on Mick an' talk to 'im in Molespeech t'set 'im right... (NT)	Swift	17:52:07 10/14/04 Thu
OOC: Look at who made the last new post there! Huh? Moi! I grow tired of your complaints.. BIC: Well yes, and theres that. Rudd says, rubbing the back of his head. I dunno bout whackin him on the back of the head. Didn't seem to do too much for you if I'm bein honest. And molespeech? Your accents horrid mate, it'd never have the same impact. Course that may be a good thing, seein as it had no impact on you in the first place, maybe some badly worded molespeech'd work out the problems... Rudd continues to mumble to himself and rub the back of his head. (NT) -- Rudd, 19:30:54 10/14/04 Thu
Twiddles along at the rear, waiting for this to culimnate into a big argument (NT)	REO	21:10:33 10/15/04 Fri

Soooo, what yer after is Mickle, a mole and somethin' to whack some sense into Mickle. She sighs I guess whatever 'appens it don't look good fer Mickle. She catches herself subconciously rubbing the back of her own head too and blinks. (NT)	Kit	13:23:32 10/16/04 Sat

Swift winks at Kit. Oh, oh I see... Rudd rubs the back o' his 'eadpiece, an' you start rubbin' the back o' yores... OooOooOooh! Do I detect a bit o' a hint o' the ole love upon the air? He goes into a dramatic pose and speaks like a cultured beast from the theatre. Two starcrossed lovers, fated never to see eachother on account of their gross differences in height! One could only see his footpaws while the other only saw clouds and never her face! Woe and sorrow! A shame, for if they did see eachother's faces they'd run for their very lives, as they could both rot the finest, freshest autumn apples with their terrifying visages! Oh woe! Woe, curses, and sorrow! (NT)	Swift	12:12:29 10/19/04 Tue
Rudd grins. I can't help it mate, I'm just naturally charming. I'll ignore those comments about rotting fruits, seeing as they were clearly made due to jealousy. You can't help being so hideous, and we should all accept that. If you feel the need from time to time to make fun of others in order to feel better about your horrid appearance, I can allow it. But there should be somethin you can do about the fat. I mean, it's not hard to keep fit an trim when you go on dirty great journeys all the time now is it? Just stop eating, it'll work out. He pats Swift's shoulder and continues towards the town, which is getting closer and closer I might add. (NT) -- Rudd, 16:13:21 10/19/04 Tue
Huh?! Swift the mere thought o'yer 'ittin' some poor creature's headpiece cause such pain the offended area 'urts before yer've come anywhere near it. Plans how to keep food away from Swift (NT)	Kit	01:44:34 10/20/04 Wed

((Eyecross Woah, longs posts for my eyes in such a bright blue... #-#)) BIC: 'Ey Swift, you might'n want t' let off the drama, the thespians left this area ages ago... Though I can't blame 'em from leavin' you behind... Wicked grin ((Curses, more Swift-Bashing? Why oh WHY is it so darned easy to poke fun at you? Anyways, it usually makes Pearl look a bigger fool... maybe that's why. Teehee, nothing wrong with that!)) (NT)	Pearl the REO	11:43:01 10/20/04 Wed
OOC: Yes, the Swift bashing is happening alot at the moment... BIC: Rudd, who's waiting for Swift's reaction to the thespian insult, and not paying any attention to where he's headed, walks straight into the gate of Reed's home town. He lets out a yell of surprise as he falls backwards and bonks his knoggin on a rather large stone. Yowch!! What a place to keep one's rather large stone! Not even within city limits, yeesh. A beast could put out an eye on that thing. He scowls at the rock before turning to knock on the gates. Excuse me! Injured travelers out here! We've got a terribly sick otter here! I'm no doctor but it seems to me that she's gone loopy! Not mean, cruel, bloodthirsty loopy though, just the pleasant kind. We also happen to have an old pal of yours, though don't worry, he seems to be stricken with some kind of paralyses, we left him in a field. (NT) -- Rudd, 16:49:35 10/20/04 Wed
Swift completely disregards the jabs at his acting and looks, as he knows he's not handsome and doesn't care if they don't like his acting. He grins and almost cackles as he says, I like the way neither o' you tried to refute me on the claim that yore starcrossed lovers. OooOooOOoh! Rudd mate, can I be the best malebeast when you marries Kit? He grins at them and begins pounding on the gates. AYE! THERE'S A PRINCE OUT HERE AN' A BUCCANEER AN' A SMALL OTTER WHO 'AS DESIGNS ON THE PRINCEY OTTER AN' A CRAZY OTTER WHO DON'T KNOW GOOD ACTIN' WHEN SHE SEES IT! A little cough alerts Swift that Dirmby's still there, and the otter yells, AN' A LIDDLE WASTE O' SPACE MOUSE WI'OUT A SHIP T'SAIL ON! (NT)	Swift and Dirmby	18:17:23 10/20/04 Wed

((Which one's gone loopy, Kit or me? Or were you reffering to Reed or Swift when you said "She"? Lol...)) BIC: Sneaks up behind Kit and explodes into a barrage of questions CanIgototheweddingandcanImakethecakeit'llbegoodIpromisenohotrootpeppercanIbeabridesmaidwillyouwearaprettydresscanIseeitwhereisithaveyoustartedplanningyetamItalkingtoofast... ((Translation: Can I go to the wedding and can I make the cake? It'll be good I, promise no hotroot pepper. Can I be a bridesmaid? Will you wear a pretty dress? Can I see it? Where is it? Have you started planning yet? Am I talking too fast?)) (NT)	REO	21:17:25 10/20/04 Wed
OOC: I do believe you went and answered for me there, I was referrin to you, yes. BIC: Rudd grins and pats Swift on the back. Course you can be best malebeast mate, I wouldn't think of havin anyone else do it! Though you'll have to do something about the smell.... Rudd stares blankly over Swift's shoulder for a moment before turning to knock on the gates some more. Oh come on now, it's gettin late! (NT) -- Rudd, 18:03:45 10/21/04 Thu
A old face pokes over top of the wall, He waves his cutlass in the air as if to say 'Joy, i have made it in just long enough to not be skinned. But, gladly i have my mates to watch me get kicked out of my old home town, Yay.' Shoving the gate keeper to open the doors, he jumps down with a thud and a jingle of odd objects. Meh, go'h off eah. Hahar, Taint be'h hellsteeth if i h'aint glad teh see youse. Ark, welcome teh me ol' town. reed waves his cutlass outwards into the village sqaure, bustling with small beasts and some of their parents. Crude shops and whatnot line the area, along with bunk houses, and huts. H'even though i lived ootside dem walls, h'i spent me days 'ere when i adventually come'd back...Aye, aye, Far'give h'if i done left'd y'all withoot warnin'..But, please, fell free'h te'h wander aboot. He nods ((OOC; sorry, real busy. amazed that its went this far. heh.)) (NT)	Reed Streamline	18:45:39 10/23/04 Sat

Stops in her tracks a moment and looks from Kit, to Reed, to Rudd, to Reed, to Kit, to Reed again Erm... 'scuse my unfailin' ignorance, but how'd YOU get 'ere so fast?! (NT)	Pearl	20:39:15 10/23/04 Sat

large grin Tis 'mazin' where yeh can ride 'pon a'h bottle o' rum, eh?He laughs All o' yer messin' 'round 'ave me'h ample time teh gerr'ere (NT)	Reed	09:25:11 10/24/04 Sun
Rudd blinks at Reed. Couldn't have said it better myself... Now, where's the nearest dining establishment? I'm famished! He looks around hopefully. (NT) -- Rudd, 15:57:24 10/24/04 Sun
Twitch Kay... then. I'll second Rudd. Any good places with carrot specialties? And something for the beetle? (NT)	REO	16:07:13 10/24/04 Sun

Kit, who has been in gobsmakced horror for the vast majority of this conversation, and speaks desperately to Reed They're plannin' me weddin' out 'ere an' insinuatin' that i'm related to ye! An' me Aunt don't even know anythin' about it! They'll be blue murder if she finds out afore I tell 'er! 'Elp! (NT)	Kit the very worried Orful Ottermaid	09:47:35 10/25/04 Mon
Are you sayin you don't want to be married?!? Rudd's motuh drops open in "shock" Fine then! The wedding's off! Your loss miss, your loss. He grins then rushes off, looking for a place to dine. (NT) -- Rudd, 16:04:18 10/25/04 Mon kit blinks, then stares heavenward happily Ahh, no need t'sample Pearl's cake after all! She wanders off in search of her Aunt, the lure of carrots not that strong. (NT) -- Kit, 11:45:24 10/27/04 Wed
Swift strolls through the door, twirling his dirk and whistling idly. Well, Rudd, looks like you're gonna die cold an' alone, since Kit ain't want t'marry ye! He claps a paw on Reed's shoulder. Oi mate. Ale. Post haste. (NT)	Swift	21:03:41 10/27/04 Wed
Off in the distance, Rudd stops his search for a meal. The hair on the back of his neck raises slightly, an almost sixth sense allerting him to Swift's somewhat insulting comment. He turns and notices that everyone else is way off in the distance. Ah well, no time for arguin at the moment, I'm starved. He says with a grin to a nearby shrub. (NT) -- Rudd, 17:54:32 10/29/04 Fri
reed grins and throws up his paws in both respones Aye, rum! Hahar. He eyes Kit Im ol' 'nuff teh beh yer Pappy. Hehe He then swerves through a crowd outside a small, damp, and dark pub, The Red Irish Dragon. (NT)	Reed	10:44:33 10/30/04 Sat

Blinks I KNEW yer were a scary otter the moment I saw yer standin' in the middle o'the road like yer paws 'ad taken root or somethin'. Now i'm certain. She hurries off with her claws crossed, muttering about joking otters. (NT)	Kit	07:01:40 10/31/04 Sun

Appears to be deeply offended about Kit's remark on her cakemaking skills I'll have you know that for all my craziness I /can/ cook! It doesn't last long as she comes up to the pub and stares at the sign The Red Irish Dragon. What's and Irish, and what's a Dragon? (NT)	REO	12:51:12 10/31/04 Sun

Reed sticks his head outside the door, and remarks to the REO's comment Irish is ol' word speak fer som'thin' and Dragon is wha' live'd in ol' Salamndastron bac' in deh day. He watches as a pack of vermin cross his path. The town being mostly neutral(most likly contridicting what i said before, but its late and everything is jumbled) (NT)	Reed	19:02:12 10/31/04 Sun

Valenze looks at the pub and grins toothily. Weel, naw, Ah 'av nah sen a pub en meneh a long whyle! Ah behliv tha' Ah'll beh 'avin' sum fun tenigh! (NT)	Valenze	20:13:07 11/02/04 Tue

Meanwhile ((OCC: sorry, awful word BIC:)) Kit heads for her Aunt Ella's lodgings, wondering how to explain she's had enough of living here, especially after discovering the vast majority of its inhabitants are most likely relatives of Reed... (NT)	Kit	11:38:04 11/03/04 Wed

Swift grins as his almost sixth-sense has told him that Rudd has just done something stupid by running off, away from the pub where food can be obtained, and instead taking up conversation with a shrub. He mutters, That Rudd's gonna go nuts someday... Well, 'e already is, but... With that, he stows the jabbering and strolls up to the bar, sweeping off his hat jauntily and winking at the bartender. He puts on a fine, sophisticated accent and proceeds to try to persuade the bartender into giving him a free drink. I say, garcon, have you heard of the Lord Swiftstream Brooktail? Lifelong friend of one Reed Streamline? Surely he's quite infamous in these parts. And if he is, then my fame surely doth precede me? And if it doth not, a pox on thee! Either outcome deserves a complimentary pint for my troubles. (NT)	Swift	16:20:40 11/03/04 Wed
OOC: Ahem, Swift hasn't taken to speaking in the third person there. The "he's" and "he is" is in reference to Reed. Sorry, I'm kinda... lacking today. (NT) -- Swift, 16:22:27 11/03/04 Wed
Valenze seats himself across from a squirrel idly shuffling some cards. Ah dinnae s'pose ye knah 'ow te use them cahds, deh ye, mah fren'? (NT)	Valenze	20:41:31 11/03/04 Wed
Rudd and his shrubbery, roots and all, enter the pub. Rudd making a rather large effort to stroll casually while dragging a hedge. They sit down at the bar and Rudd hollers at the barkeep. Ahem! Monsieur! Je voudrais un jus d'orange s'il vous plait! Et... pour mon ami... un ver d'eau s'il vous plait. Merci, merci. He turns and strikes up a conversation with the shrub once more. Tu as chaud? J'ai tres chaud! He takes off his jacket and places it nicely on top of the hedge. Ho ho ho. Tu es beau mon ami! Fantastique! The shrub falls over and knocks Rudd off his stool. You cad! You slimey, french speaking cad! He dives on the shrub, which apparently only speaks french, explaining the french earlier. (NT) -- Rudd, 19:00:30 11/08/04 Mon
Swift's eyes widen as he looks down at the struggling Rudd, giving him the look similar to this: o_o. He looks around the pub as it all goes quiet, watching Rudd babble away and at the same time, battle away at the shrub. He grins and lets out a nervous laugh to all the patrons of the pub. Pardon my compatriot Prince Ruddingy. As you can see, he is not at all well in the head. I rather do think he has been taken with the ALAM MADDESS! He comes from an island nation far off, where all of the beasts are plagued by it. But do not fear! He holds up his paws. His insanity can't be spread, so go on and continue about your peaceable meal. As the beasts grumblingly go back to eating, Swift aims a kick at Rudd. Oi! Moron! Quit makin' me 'ave t'cover for you! ALAM madness... Actin' Like A Moron madness, an' you're lucky I'm quick witted an' glorious like that... Barkeep! He raps the counter. I shall gladly you if it will speed up this blooming service! (NT)	Swift	12:48:27 11/09/04 Tue
OOC: Ahem, Swift is going to gladly "pay" the barkeep if he speeds up the service. (NT) -- Swift, 12:50:15 11/09/04 Tue
the squirrel and Valenze are at the table gamblin away, and the piles of money keep growing, causing several nameless patrons to begin watching curiously. (NT)	Valenze	20:28:21 11/09/04 Tue
Rudd gets up and dusts himself off, while kicking the shrub in the... stomach area... or something along those lines.. Well, see, the poor guy only speaks french. I also happen to speak a little of it, so I brought him along. He can't have too many people to talk to out here can he? He might just come with us, I haven't decided. He glares down at the bush while the barkeep speeds up the service. (NT) -- Rudd, 15:35:39 11/10/04 Wed
The door opens and the formidable Aunt Ella marches in, gripping an embarrassed Kit by the ear Right. Which thick-'eaded beast made my neice late fer dinner, eh? Kit peers at Rudd and his shrub curiously, but, unusually, doesn't say anything. (NT)	Kit	05:05:05 11/12/04 Fri

Bounces her bouncy self right up to Aunt Ella and grins, blissfully unaware of the danger of her intimidating personality. T'wasn't me, but it doesn't matter now, huh? We c'n all just eat dinner together. Like one big happy family coughReedcough and some friends! (NT)	REO	13:25:15 11/12/04 Fri
The old otterwife glares at Pearl whilst Kit looks imploringly from behind her glaring Aunt Well we would be eatin' dinner only SOMEBEAST was late an' it's gone cold, an' I want to know which one o'yer young hooligans is responsible! (NT) -- Kit, 04:26:09 11/15/04 Mon
OOC: Wow, I haven't done this in a while... Inside if you please for the real post. I'm afraid I've gone over the limit.	Swift	15:37:57 11/15/04 Mon
Rudd slaps Swift on the back. No need to threaten the nice lady there Swift. I'm sure he meant nothing by it Madam. The name's Rudd by the way, I am pleased to make your aquaintence. He bows respectfully. It's most unfortunate that your fine meal has been forced to cool. Most unfortunate indeed. My friend here has basically explained for us, all I can do is offer my sincerest appologies. We'll gladly help out, just don't let this one near the oven. He grins and points at Swift. -- Rudd, 17:36:57 11/15/04 Mon
Valenze walks by and tosses a note at Swift, then walks on towards the little warrior's room. (Note) I've a bit o' trouble, lads. This squirrel, Repus, thinks I'm cheatin him. Can we get out o here? (NT)	Valenze	20:19:29 11/15/04 Mon
Aunt Ella stares at the two otters. Well. She pauses for a moment and shakes her head with a sigh Well. An' i'm to be supposin' that such wanders as yerselfs will be wantin' t'be fed an' all, right? She shakes her head again and glares at her neice. How come yer never asked any other nice beasts o'er fer feedin; up, eh? She ignores Kit, who mumbles, because they never offered t'elp cook it, and turns to Rudd and Swift with something approaching a smile If'n yer goin' t'elp me cook it then yer'll welcome at my 'ome fer feedin' t'night then. (NT) -- Kit, 06:55:26 11/16/04 Tue
Swift drops his accent. Shinin', marm. Yer the jewel o' the seas! We coulda fought on our own, but if yer willin' to feed us, we'd be more than grateful. Oh, an' don't lissen to me mate Rudd 'ere. We're really a kinda duo. 'E'll whip us up some drinks an' I'm actually a fine cook. I was doublin' as Skipper o' an army an' 'ead Chef back in the day... Oh, but excuse me a mo'... He walks over to the squirrel and plucks out a couple of gold pieces. He lays them down on the table and slides them over to Repus. Sorry mate... I dunno if ye was bein' cheated or not, but 'opefully this'll make ye ferget an' let us be on our way...? (NT)	Swift	11:43:11 11/16/04 Tue

Excited (is she ever not?) at the prospect of food and a new environment, Pearl babbles away to Kit's aunt. He's a fair cook, but never uses enough carrots. Carrots go good with everything- carrot cake, carrot pie, carrot an' mushroom soup, carrots in salad, carrot juice, carrot, p'tato, an' parsely stew, carrots baked in scones, cheesy carrots, carrot flan, just plain chopped up carrots... etc (NT)	Pearl the REO	16:56:04 11/16/04 Tue
Rudd makes his way to the door and holds it open for the group to pass through. So, care to lead us to your home? I'm itchin to mix up some beverages. Oh, hold on a tick though. He places a rock at the foot of the door, to act as a temporary gentleman, then zips off to the restroom and kncoks on the door. Oi! Valenze! We'll be off now if you'll hurry up.... I think the squirrel's been dealt with mate. He adds in an undertone. (NT) -- Rudd, 18:31:47 11/16/04 Tue
Repus stares at Swift. Why would you try to cover the fox's debt? Besides, the debt wasn't the issue. He was cheating, and cheaters must be punished. (NT)	Repus Arborlas	21:35:47 11/16/04 Tue

Hearing the squirrel's words Kit hustles Aunt Ella, who is listening to Pearl raving about carrots in bemusement, before some sort of trouble can break out and the old otterwife changes her mind. Up t'road a ways, turn right an' it's the first buildin' on yer right ! She calls out (NT)	Kit	02:21:21 11/17/04 Wed
((Trying to stop trouble? O.o With this group, it ain't worth the trouble... )) Pearl continues after Kit and Ella, still going on... and on... and on... ...and carrots with apples, and carrot zest in greensap milk, and carrot butter, and carrot trifle, and, of course, carrots and lettuce, and... I think that's all I recall. Ever tried any o' those? I know 's'not a very 'stensive list, ut I can't remember th' rest... (NT) -- REO, 11:59:26 11/17/04 Wed Rudd walks over to Swift and Repus. Couldn't agree more mate, cheaters has to be punished. Course that could be rough, seein as he has a big ol' axe an' all. I know I wouldn't want to go up against that tree cleaver. The only real way to avoid the axe'd be in some sort of legal battle. That'd take undeniable proof though, and that'd be tough to get. Tell you what, we'll double the debt, trust us, we'll punish him for you. Look at all the cash he's costing us. He offers some coins to the Repus with a grin. (NT) -- Rudd, 17:25:30 11/17/04 Wed
Repus turns his stare towards Rudd. The fox would not have a chance to use that axe, otter. Keep your money. I don't want it. Instead, I will come with you, and when it least troubles you, we shall settle this in the proper way. Repus stands, revealing a jeweled dagger in his paw and a saber resting comfortably at his side. (NT)	Repus	21:15:53 11/17/04 Wed
Rudd's eyes widen slightly at the weaponry. Well that sure sounds fine to me, does it sound find to you Swift. Long as theres no death involved, I mean, it'd be a shame to lose a party member over a game of cards.. Death isn't the "proper way", is it Repus? (NT) -- Rudd, 16:18:47 11/18/04 Thu
Swift sighs. The reason I'm payin' for 'im is cause I ain't a fanatic. Yeah, I realize that he mighta been cheatin' yer. 'E might notta. I dunno for sure. What I do know is I don't want no bloody killin'. We'll let you along, but just know; bring your blade against 'im in an effort to kill 'im, and you'll 'ave all o' us on yore 'ead. Killin' or maimin' ain't proper forms o' punishment for cheatin'. He nudges Rudd. C'mon mate, we got a dinner engagement, an' it looks like we got an extra mouth t'feed now. (NT)	Swift	17:24:12 11/18/04 Thu

((trying to stop Ella SEEING the trouble, Pearl, not attempt the impossible ;-D)) Making her way down the road Kit mutters to Pearl out of her Aunt's hearing, That's it, keep on 'bout the carrots...don't let 'er see any rucus or we'll never get fed t'night... (NT)	Kit	02:11:19 11/19/04 Fri

Reed bursts out the the kitchen, flour now mingled with the same old grime on him. Behind him, a female otter flings the door open, she branishes a bread paddle after the ghost like seaotter. Reed grabs at his hat while making a beeline between tables and beasts to the door (female otter) Gerr' back 'erre Reed Streamline, h'i gots a bit o' welcome 'ome gift fer you'h! H'i'll teach ye'h teh 'eave me'h wid Four kits ten seasons ago! reed smashes into the door and clumsly flings it open, half falling into the cobblestone street, he sprints off along the street, filled with beasts for the opening night of their Festivale. (NT)	Reed Streamline	13:34:15 11/19/04 Fri

Valenze pokes his head out of the bathroom, sees Rudd and Swift talking to Repus, and tries to sneak past without them noticing him. Ah've jes' gotta slip pas', then ets a run fah theh hills...He mutters to himself (NT)	Valenze	07:27:11 11/20/04 Sat
Aunt Ella glares at the fleeing Reed with disdain, if only because he is yet another 'young'un stirin' up trouble agen' whilst Kit mutters under her breath To think i could be related to...gulp Erm, carrot trees Pearl? Can yer 'ave carrot trees? (NT) -- Kit, 11:27:08 11/20/04 Sat Carrot trees? No such thing, silly, carr'ts grow from th' ground! 'Sides, Kit, this is a big town. Y'might not be related t' Reed. Why doncha ask yer aunty? Turns to "Aunt Ella" Marm Ella, is that rowdy otter-type that jus' scampered off from over there in any r'lation t' you an' Kit? (NT) -- Pearl the REO, 07:38:15 11/21/04 Sun ((OCC: Your call Reed: are we related?)) BIC: But trees grow out o'the ground an'all don't they? I mean, fer all the things yer want t'cook with carrots yer goin' t'need a lot of 'em, right? (NT) -- Kit, 07:44:12 11/21/04 Sun Rudd, noticing that Aunt Ella and the others have left and continued without him, dashes out onto the street and runs after them. (NT) -- Rudd, 12:46:39 11/21/04 Sun
Suuply an' demand, Kit... we needs lots but it doesn't mean there are lots... But don't worry! I keep my supply well-stocked. Can't be without carr'ts. (NT)	REO	00:35:43 11/22/04 Mon
((O.o sooo-ply? "supply")) (NT) -- REO, 13:46:19 11/22/04 Mon
Swift looks at Repus. Mate, first rule y'gotta follow if you're gonna join our crew is that we moves fast on the occassion. This is one o' them times. With that, the tall otter bolts off after Rudd and the others, overtaking them shortly and grinning. Marm Aunty Ella marm, I'm terrible sorry, but it looks like we may got us an extra mouth t'feed. Surly lookin' squirrel who seems righteous an' moral an things. He mutters. Though if 'e were so moral, 'e wouldn't'a been gamblin' in the first place... Regardless! I'm willin' t'support ye with me own supplies to remedy this issue, marm. He looks around for Valenze. I wonder where that shady feller went... Hm, I guess Dirmby jumped ship too. No matter. He rubs his paws together. P'raps we can figger out relations twixt Kit'n'Reed over fine victuals, eh? Eh? He looks encouragingly at the group. (NT)	Swift	14:34:40 11/22/04 Mon

Repus overtakes the others and lopes alongside them easily. He spins around in front of Aunt Ella and bows, somehow still running backwards. Ma'am, I would like to thank you for offering so graciously to nourish us with a repast of your fabled victuals. (NT)	Repus	20:05:14 11/22/04 Mon
Rudd rubs his paws together eagerly. Oooh, they're fabled are they? Fantastic! Things just seem to be more tasty when they're good and popular. (NT) -- Rudd, 16:55:52 11/23/04 Tue Aunt Ella seems almost put out by the apparent good manners of all these 'young hooligans' and so peers at them suspiciously My vitals may be fabled young'un, but, if I recall correctly, yer all promised ter 'elp cook 'em. Humph. Let's see 'ow good it tastes then shall we? The corner of her mouth twitched slightly in what could be a small half smile as she waved them into her house. There might be carrots. ((OCC: I'm waiting on Reed before making any calls on the relation thingy, 'kay.)) (NT) -- Kit, 10:09:48 11/27/04 Sat
Swift bows to Aunt Ella. Lead me on to the kitchens, marm. I'll whip us up a great whackin' pot o' 'otroot soup an' some mushroom an' onion pasties in a jiffy! (NT)	Swift	17:01:43 11/30/04 Tue
Aunt Ella actually smiles and leads the way into the house. There's a narrow corridor running through the centre of the small building and as she leads them through the Otterwife points out the various rooms. Livin' room on t'right, bedrooms up t'stairs striaight ahead o'ye an' the kitchen, she gestures to the left is o'er 'ere. Make yerselves at 'ome. She frowns in her traditional expression to add, an' act as if it were YER 'ome please - no 'ooliganism. With that she walks into the kitchen, pointing out where everything is to those who follow her. Kit, left standing in the corridor, breathes a sigh of relief. That was...thank ye maties! She grins Anybeast want t'avoid the Aunt an' 'elp me set up some eatin' area arrangements an' the like in the livin' room? (NT) -- Kit, 02:33:23 12/01/04 Wed At the kitchen, Rudd takes a sharp left. Well, this'll be my stop mates. See you in a few. He reaches deep within a front pocket. Now wheres that recipe... hmm.. no... ah, here we go! He pulls out a small piece of crumpled paper and unfolds it, the writing contrasts horribly with anything legible, scribbled all over, no straight lines present, and watermarks blotching it in random places. Rudd however, seems able to read this, as he begins to rummage around for ingredients. (NT) -- Rudd, 15:49:36 12/01/04 Wed
Swift tuts at Ruddingy as he joins him in the kitchen. Usin' a recipe... Can't remember 'ow t'make any drinks... Pah, I say! With that, he rummages through the cupboards, looking for dried shrimp and hotroot, in addition to cooking pots and the like. (NT)	Swift	18:55:06 12/02/04 Thu
Kit wanders into the living room, leaving the others standing in the corridor. She glares at the large oak table that dominates the rooms centre and starts dragging around chairs. Noticing there's not going to be enough she trots over to the kitchen. 'Lo folks! Any stool or seatin' type things in 'ere at all? (NT) -- Kit, 02:22:21 12/03/04 Fri Pah's right mate. I can't remember a thing when it comes to ingredients. Course this here's a flamingly old recipe. Been handed down through the generations it has! Not a greatly rememberin bunch, my family. Why I remember ol' uncle Claudius, I'd always thought that was a rather odd name for an otter, anyways, he'd always be forgettin things! He once left me out in a field for a good three days when I was just a tiny kit. Boy did he get a thumpin when they'd found me. I'll tell ya, he remembered that one he did. I'm actually quite lucky that it's only ingredients I can't remeber. Why, if it were worse who knows where I could be... Rudd crawls into a large cupboard in persuit of a large bag of hotroot pepper,. (NT) -- Rudd, 17:32:30 12/03/04 Fri
Valenze grins at Repus as the squirrel marches him into the house. Ah dinna kno' wha' ye're all abou', mah fren'! Ah wa'n't trahin teh run away! (NT)	Valenze	12:15:16 12/04/04 Sat
Kit picks up a stool from the kitchen and starts lugging it to the living room, trying to ignore Rudd's rudder sticking out of the cupboard. (NT) -- Kit, 10:05:47 12/08/04 Wed
Swift, having found his required ingredients, hollers aloud., Oi! We got any wood? I'ma need ter start a fire 'ere fer me world class 'otroot soup, aye! (NT)	Swift	00:07:18 12/09/04 Thu
Rudd tumbles out of the cupboard, clutching a bag of hotroot. No wood in there mate. He sneezes violently, squeezing the bag so hard that a cloud of hotroot rushes out and surrounds him. The stinging pepper gets in his eyes and nose, making him fall backward, sneezing, coughing, and rubbing his eyes like a madbeast. (NT) -- Rudd, 16:59:17 12/09/04 Thu
Valenze grins as he's shoved in with Swift and Rudd. Ah s'pose Ah'm teh 'elp yeh wi' wuh'e'er yer doin'...so, wuh ah yeh doin? (NT)	Valenze	19:18:12 12/13/04 Mon
Kit just laughs at the mess I'll find yer some wood matey! Movin' chairs around is gettin' a bit borin'! She open a small door at the back of the kitchen to a yard and drags some wood in from a pile. That do ye, or are ye goin' to be doin' TONNES of soup? (NT) -- Kit, 06:40:35 12/14/04 Tue Tonnes an' loads actually. Rudd rubs the hotroot off his visage and stands up. Well, I'm assuming it's tonnes an' loads. Seeing as it'd be rather sad if we had more punch than soup. An' Swift doesn't like bein outdone, as I recall, having outdone him so often I have a fairly good idea what his reaction would be.... At any rate, we'll need more wood. He finishes with a grin. (NT) -- Rudd, 17:18:08 12/15/04 Wed
Swift gets a mad gleam in his eye. There ain't no bloody way I'm lettin' that lump o' an otter outdo me. There's gonna be heapin' tonnes of whackin' loads of shiploads of boatloads of soup. He grabs a very large bucket and hollers. Aunty Eller, marm! Y'got a well I could pilfer some water from for me soup? (NT)	Swift	13:27:01 12/16/04 Thu
Rudd grabs himself a bucket and laughs. Ha, goin' fer a well eh? Aunt Ella, would there happen to be a rive nearby where a chap like myself could find some water for the punch? Also, do you happen to know of any hotroot farms in the general area? His eyes dart about the room, as if searching for a sign pointing out the nearest river. (NT) -- Rudd, 15:38:15 12/16/04 Thu Rudd pauses for a moment as a thought strikes him. Of course by "rive" I meant "river" He hollers. (NT) -- Rudd, 15:39:33 12/16/04 Thu ((OOC: Sorry for lateness, concert season.)) BIC: Kit starts laughing as Aunt Ella looks on confused. Erm, there's a well fer the street at the top o'the lane an' a river a bit further down,says the otterwife All farmin' an' suchlike's outside the town a-ways. She watches a grinning Kit run off to get some more wood (NT) -- Kit, 05:03:09 12/22/04 Wed Rudd bows and runs out of the house, yelling thanks as he goes. Thanks a pile there Aunt Ella! I won't be a tick. Maybe I'll find a wagon to bring the punch back. (NT) -- Rudd, 11:15:23 12/22/04 Wed Kit dumps some more wood next to the industrious Swift commenting, Well, some'ow I don't think we're goin' t'die o'starvation any time soon. (NT) -- Kit, 03:54:58 12/23/04 Thu

Subject: Swift bashes Rudd over the back of his head. You also ferget that we're on a rescue mission an' a mission o' vengeance. Crazy talkin' weasel by name o' Warpeye stealin' our mate Mickle? He shakes his head and looks at Kit. Don't'cha learn nothing, liddle Kit? Can't trust this buffoon t'answer anythin' proper.
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