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Subject: Okay then! Sorry about the delay!
Author: Swift [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 23:35:24 04/03/04 Sat OOC: Rudd, erm... I had no contact with him for a bit. But I finally did, and we're skipping ahead now. We've arrived at a port town called Filsayesk. So, kick back and let's get back to RPing. BIC: The ship hoves into port, and Swift bounds forward onto the boardwalk. A prim looking weasel strolls up and demands a toll for docking the boat. Swift pays easily, and grins at the crew. Right mates, let's get her tied down and all and head us into a pub and get some food, sleep, and information. With that, he begins roping up the sails and tying various ropes and lowering the anchor and things of that sort.
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Valenze pops his head out from the space he'd allocated as his kitchen. Food ye seh?! Wot d'ye cah' mah e'erythin' stoo? Yeh've got sum nahve...sullenly makes his way to the dock, grumbling most of the way. -- Valenze, 19:05:31 04/05/04 Mon Rudd hops out onto the dock and looks around. Hmm, wonder where the pub'd be. Hey, do we have enough cash to get us all rooms at where ever we're going? Swift, you seem to have some cash but I'm flat out broke. He pulls out his two front pockets to show that they're empty. -- Rudd, 15:32:33 04/09/04 Fri Gizmo wanders out onto the deck, muttering about the long voyage. He blinks at the town and grins. Gizmo is glad to see a town; perhaps he can sell his goods... And with that, the shrew hops off the ship and dissappears in a crowd. (NT) -- Gizmo, 10:04:11 04/10/04 Sat Thistle watches Gizmo trot off, muttering Well, farewell to you, too. Anyway...she turns back to the rest of the group...what say we go find a place to eat and drink? under her breath Maybe they have Kareoke...she points at a tavern near the docks. It's fairly decent-looking, and it looks as if whoever maintains it tries excruciatingly hard to /keep/ it looking decent. A tidy(ish) sign proclaims: The Merrye Octopuss Inn (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 16:12:59 04/11/04 Sun Swift finishes what he's doing and hops off the boat. Hmm.... Wonder where the shrew feller went... Oh well. Grins at Thistle. If they got Kareoke, I'm a gonna do a bit... I likes t'sing... Come on mates, let's head on in there. With that, the tall otter strolls off to the Merrye Octopuss Inn. (NT) -- Swift, 18:18:39 04/11/04 Sun Rudd and Fik exchange nervous glances. I hope you don't mind but if you're doin Kareoke, we're goin to find a shop. Need to get a map or two I'd say, maybe some nice food, I'm gonna get myself a new blade I think. Rudd explains and they run off. (NT) -- Rudd and Fik, 13:38:16 04/12/04 Mon Valenze looks at The Merrye Octopuss Inn and mutters. Weel, Ah 'ope tha' theh 'ave a coupla gamblin' games goin ahn... -- Valenze, 14:51:13 04/13/04 Tue The group walks into the Merrye Octopuss. Coom on oover here than! The huge headgehog barkeep calls to them immediatly. Make yoor order an siddown! I'm expectin some very fine company shoortly! -- The Huge Hedgehog Barkeep, 17:41:53 04/15/04 Thu A hoarse voice shouts from the darkened corner at the Huge Hedgehog Barkeep. OI! Whattye think yer yellin' 'bout for? The voice is slurred as if drunk. Whar's that fossker? Thart Zesty Marnsam ladyfossker! She's the only one's nice to me... All b'czz I mizssed m'ship! Well, I'll show you all! The sound of a mug crashing echoes through the bar. I WANT ZEST MANSAM! I WANT-- With a loud thud, the creature passes out. It slips out of its seat and thuds again as it hits the floor. The creature happens to be a sailorish looking mouse, who's currently lying unconscious on the floor. (NT) -- Drunken Mouse, 22:58:11 04/15/04 Thu Valenze looks over at the drunk mouse, then picks him up. Oo's this? An' where's theh gamblin' goin on?! -- Valenze, 21:00:52 04/17/04 Sat The mouse burps and jolts awake. He glares at Valenze. Yer a fossker, butcha ain't ZEST! ZEST MANSAM! HE'S ROUGHIN' ME UP, TAKE HIS PAWS AN' HIS CLAWS AN' HIS JAWS AN' ANYTHIN' ELSE! ZEST MANSAM! I WANT THE OWNER O' THIS ESTABLISHINGMENT! He flails wildly in Valenze's grip. (NT) -- Drunken Mouse, 10:50:00 04/18/04 Sun A stout foxlady walks in--or more accurately, stomps in, yelling at the top of her lungs I LEAVE YOU IN CHARGE F'R FIVE MINUTES, AN' I GET CHAOS, STUPID 'OG! shoves the hog roughly out of the way, grabbing her sabre off its wall sheath and muttering curses to high heavens Burloody stupid 'edge'og...can't f'r the life o' me see why I 'ired im...stomps over to Valenze and the Drunken Mouse ARRIGHT, WOT'S GOIN' ON, EH? Zest whips the sabre through the air menacingly If'n you don't DROP that mouse within FIVE SECONDS, I'll CHOP BOTH YOUR PAWS OFF. ROUGHHOUSIN' I AIN'T puttin' up with! DO YOU HEAR ME?! Five...four...three... (NT) -- Zest Mansam, 15:08:26 04/18/04 Sun Rudd strolls in, and gives a pile of neatly folded clothing and a few coins to the Huge Hedgehog now cowering in the corner. The Hedgehog nods, hands Rudd a key, and runs upstairs with the clothes. Now, whats goin on here? Rudd asks as he turns around towards the hollering fox. One of my friends being rowdy? Why don't we just put the sword down, no need to chop off any paws eh? He says as he offers Zest a couple of shiny gold coins (NT) -- Rudd, 15:34:55 04/18/04 Sun whirls on him Is this BRIBERY? angry, ice-cold glare at him Justice doesn't acksept money, bucko. twirls sabre And me, bein' the OWNER and BARMAID of this FINE ESTABLISHM'NT, I don't tol'rate bein' BOSSED 'ROUND. turns back to Valenze Three...two... (NT) -- Zest Mansam, 15:39:26 04/18/04 Sun Rudd pockets the money, looking a little flustered. Bribery, of course not! The thought of it! Me, bribing someone! I could never! I was mearly checking to see if they were really gold, one can never tell these days. Of course I wasn't bribing you! and I wasn't bossing you around, I was...... suggesting that violence may not be the best course of action here, two rongs dont make a right you know. Rudd grins and looks anywhere but at Zest. (NT) -- Rudd, 15:46:22 04/18/04 Sun Swift looks at Rudd with a face that is barely suppressing laughter. He nudges Valenze. Oi mate, I'd drop the mouse if I were you... Y'saw the way that the fox put Rudd in line... She looks particly ferocious. I wouldn't doubt her, mate. Just... Drop the mousey... (NT) -- Swift, 16:39:24 04/18/04 Sun Valenze hurriedly drops the no longer unconscious mouse unceremoniously to the ground. Ah wasn' ruffhousin! Ah was makin sher tha' 'e wasn'...ah...robbed whahl 'e was unconscers! -- Valenze, 19:28:37 04/18/04 Sun The mouse howls as he hits the ground. Torture and pain! I'm broke! The evil robber was gonna rob me pants off, and then he chucks me through the floorboards! Take his jaws, Zest, take his jaws!!! Serve him right! (NT) -- Drunken Mouse, 00:26:45 04/19/04 Mon Thistle eyes them all, snorting back laughter at Zest's attitude...Zest, however, is looking particularly ferocious Ah'll belive you Mister Fox...fer now. Mebbe just a warning nick...slashes at Valenze's paw, aiming only to just cut its surface and draw a smidgeon of blood (NT) -- Zest an' Thistle, 17:47:44 04/19/04 Mon Valenze tries to pull his paw back, but doesn't quite get it back far enough. He looks at the resulting cut in surprise. Ye cu' meh! way' a minuh...et didn' 'urt! Tha's a mighteh shahp sward ye got theah...* Valenze reaches into his pocket and pulls out a coin.* Can Ah ge' a drink naw? -- Valenze, 21:07:41 04/19/04 Mon Fik comes hurtling into the bar, nearly taking the door off it's hinges. He's carrying a rather large sack over his back which he promptly chucks into the corner by the stairs. He slams the door shut and rushes to the nearest table, grabbing each of the chairs around it in turn and hurling them at the door before dragging the table over and adding it to the heaping pile of furniture. Fik does this to three more tables and all the chairs around them. This tires the shrew out and he sits for a moment, breathing heavily. Once he's gotten his breath back he runs off to the corner to retrive his bag, then he runs upstairs with it. -- Fik, 16:23:53 04/20/04 Tue Swift watches Fik. Er... What? He then slowly looks at Rudd. He speaks in a slow, low, slightly dangerous tone to Rudd. What... Did he... Do... Rudd? (NT) -- Swift, 23:40:19 04/20/04 Tue Rudd's eyes go rather wide. Uhh, heh heh.... Remeber earlier how I mentioned being broke? Well, it turns out Fik is a rather good pickpocket, that's how we managed to buy all this armour. Fik got himself a nice new weapon too.. He grins nervously and adds another chair to the pile. (NT) -- Rudd, 17:03:13 04/21/04 Wed Valenze looks over at Rudd in alarm. An' oo's pocke' did 'e pick? -- Valenze, 20:49:21 04/23/04 Fri Well it's not just one person he stole from you see, more like several, or crowds, or.. masses, or mobs even. I was tellin him the whole time that it wasn't a good plan, but he just wouldn't listen. -- Rudd, 14:41:08 04/24/04 Sat As if in response, a loud hammering can be heard on the door, followed by a gruff voice. OI! We saw the shrew run in here! Bring 'im out! (NT) -- Mob, 23:29:45 04/26/04 Mon there is a crash, and a semi-drunk reed busted through the window. Reed jumps up and shakes off his new-ish crimson silk shirt, and grins. The torch is still in one paw, he swing down more rum, while still smoking his pipe. He laughs at the looks on the folks faces. And bows down Weel noh, niz teh sees yous �ere -- The Infamous Reed Streamline, 08:51:27 04/27/04 Tue Valenze takes a table and carries it to the window. He leans it against the table and turns to look at Fik. Ow' much did ye take? Tha' cro'ad soun's lahk et mehns bizness! -- Valenze, 14:31:24 04/28/04 Wed Fik takes several small pouches out of the large sack he'd carried in earlier. He pours the contents of one of them onto the table, a lot of very valuable looking coins fall out of the pouch onto the table. About that times.... He counts the pouches. thirteen. -- Rudd, 16:35:17 04/28/04 Wed Rudd yells towards the door in a very low burly voice. No shrews in here! You must be mistaken! Try the place next door maybe? -- Rudd, 16:36:56 04/28/04 Wed Swift looks panicked at first, but catches on and begins yelling back in a similar voice to Rudd's as he makes his way to the door and leans his weight upon it. Oh yeah, yeah! Aye! There ain't no shrews in 'ere. There was one went runnin' down t'road 'ways, an' he wanned t'ide 'ere, but we says to him we says, "No sir we don't 'arbor crimnals we're 'onest beasts not t'get mixed up wit' th'likes o you!" That's what we says an' 'e off an runned up the roadways aways. Aye, s'truth an' I swears on me mater's everlastin' soul! (NT) -- Swift, 17:29:29 04/28/04 Wed The drunk mouse on the floor looks up at the sound of Reed crashing through the window. He frowns at the eccentric otter. Blimey... Looks like they're comin' in, th' mob is... Wunner where that shrew is... The gold hitting the table captures his attention next. He blinks a little blearily at it and says in a voice rather too loud for the occasion. Oi, there's another shrew right here's got a lot o' gold on 'im... Maybe if we give some t'those beasts outside they'd stop a hammerin' an' a bangin' on th'doors. Let's gimmem th'gold c'mon! Be a nice shrew an' take pity on a woebegone sailor such's m'self! (NT) -- Drunken Mouse, 17:33:57 04/28/04 Wed Puts weight onto the table 'Ay, Swift, Wanna share a'h' Cocktail!?hehehe whips out a glass bottle, half full with booze -- Reed, 18:11:36 04/28/04 Wed The door shudders heavily from what appears to be a rather strong blow. A familiar voice of a crazed shrew inventor sounds from outside. THE THIEF TOOK MY GOLD I EARNED FROM MY DEVICES! THOSE WERE GENUINE GIZMO'S GIZMOS AND I DESERVE THAT GOLD! (NT) -- Gizmo and the mob, 13:53:34 04/29/04 Thu Swift gulps, throws his weight against the door, and swipes the bottle from Reed. After chugging a generous amount of the cocktail, he tosses the bottle back. I suppose you had a bit o' a fun time too while Moron-Shrew-Brains there was thievin'? The door shudders again and Swift braces harder against it. Zest! We got an alternate escape route out o' here or summat? (NT) -- Swift, 13:56:55 04/29/04 Thu Fik piles the gold back into the empty puch and chucks all the small bags of gold back into the giant sack. Moron-Shrew-Brains is it? I'm lookin out for the good of the group! If I hadn't taken this we'd all be painfully poor! Now quit blamin me for this situation and lets get out a back window or somethin! He heaves the sack over his shoulder (NT) -- Fik, 16:23:49 04/29/04 Thu Zest, meanwhile, is berating someone for loitering. Only at the call of her name does she realize what's going on...and then there's TROUBLE. HOI! WHADDAYOU THINK YOU'RE DOIN' IN MY BAR, EH? YOU GET OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW, UNLESS YOU PLAN T' PAY FER WHAT YOU'VE RUINED! Thistle stops chatting obliviously to a young, rather frightened hedgehog. She stares blankly at Zest for a moment, then scurries upright and scrambles to help Swift with the door. I may be a mousemaid, but I'm strong! Well, no, not really. Or even very brave. But I do have an imagination! (NT) -- Thistle and Zest, 14:30:37 04/30/04 Fri Stares at Swift, with jaw dropped As in Moltov Cocktail.... -- Reed, 15:29:15 04/30/04 Fri Swift lets out a deep, suppressed burp. Oh, that explains why't'weren't so tasty... He lets out another deep, suppressed burp. Here's hopin' they don't shoot a lad with a fire arrow, eh? Swift looks at Zest as the door shudders again. Now marm, I've already got a plan t'get us outta yore fur. I just needs ye t'provide us with a back exit. (NT) -- Swift, 20:44:22 04/30/04 Fri Rudd grins at Swift and hollers out the window. Stop this instant! We've got a rather large otter here who has just consumed a rather explosive substance! If you do not stop slamming this door we will be forced to light him on fire and chuck him at you! (NT) -- Rudd, 20:50:07 05/01/04 Sat Valenze ducks as a rock flies past the table he was holding up to the table. Ah dun' theen' tha' we 'ave much tahm... Kin we 'urreh? -- Valenze, 20:55:12 05/01/04 Sat The mouse looks around and slowly realizes what's going on. Oi! You're the beasts they're lookin' for! He pauses for a moment, then looks at Zest. Marm Zest? Z'it okay if'n I takes these beasts out o' 'ere an' goes wid 'em? P'raps they'll take me somewheres there's a ship f'r me t'sail on... (NT) -- Drunken Mouse, 20:56:15 05/02/04 Sun Zest snorts at the mouse Do wotever you like, kiddo. I'm notcher keeper! she whips back to Swift Back exit, eh? Down that corridor, take a left, an' there's a door! Now, GIT, RABBLEROUSERS! I'll stay here an' deal wi' these loonies at the door. polishes sabre on her skirt (NT) -- Zest Mansam, 13:53:19 05/04/04 Tue Swift burps and tips his hat at Zest. Much obliged, marm. FIK! He glares at the shrew. Yore gonna leave that bag o' stuff behind here for all them beasts to recover. I don't wanna hear y'gripe an' moan none about it neither. Y'messed up our chances fer gatherin' info off any o' these beasts here as t'the whereabouts o' Warpeye an' Mickle, so this is what y'get. The door shudders heavily and Swift looks at the crew. We're headin' inland from here, an' lay low for a bit. Ask for some info off some o' the beasts as live on the outskirts o' town. Sound peachy wid everone? He looks at the Mouse. Dunno yore name, but lead on. I'll hang back 'ere for a mo' t'help out s'much as I can. Get goin'! (NT) -- Swift, 14:31:43 05/04/04 Tue The mouse hiccups as he kisses Zest on the cheek. Thankee marm fer takin' care o' me! C'mon mates, let's head outta here! With that, the mouse runs to the corridor, turning around and gesturing wildly/drunkenly for the crew to follow. (NT) -- Drunken Mouse, 16:36:05 05/05/04 Wed Valenze drops the table and runs after the Drunken Mouse, tossing Zest a coin as he passes. Ah thankee fah th' 'ospitalty, lassie. Ah'll coom bah lateh te 'ave tha' drink! -- Valenze, 21:12:17 05/06/04 Thu While Rudd runs upstairs quickly to get his things, Fik gives Swift a very mean glare. He grumbles a little and then takes the puches of money out of the bag and puts them on the table. That's all I'm leavin! None of the rest of this is there's anyway! I'll need it! -- Fik, 15:40:57 05/07/04 Fri Swift glares hard right back at the shrew, growling. If there's anythin' not left as supposed t'be left... Well, y'know fully well what I'm capable. And I'd bet I could get Rudd t'help. He seems t'love helpin' me teach you lessons. Wicked grin. Now get movin'... I dunno how much longer I can hold th' door... (NT) -- Swift, 00:02:26 05/08/04 Sat OOC: Rudd, check Ibeile. Things are moving again. (NT) -- Swift, 00:11:26 05/08/04 Sat Qives a questionable look Whattd'y'yeh wan' meh te'h do? -- Reed, 16:01:25 05/09/04 Sun Swift looks at Reed. Mate... I know you're drunk bad... But honestly... Get outta here! Foller that mouse outta here. (NT) -- Swift, 22:46:49 05/09/04 Sun OOC: Swift, My MSN's on the fritz, I completely lost my favorites list. I can't for the life of me think up the probably long and complicated url of that board. Mind giving it to me? And going on AOL a little more often? (NT) -- Rudd, 17:16:30 05/11/04 Tue ooc: http://www.voy.com/151033/pub/login.html there you go, Rudd...I was on, and had a bit o' time to give ye this! -- Mickle, 21:10:33 05/11/04 Tue OOC: Thanks a bunch Mick! BIC: Rudd comes flying down the stairs with his bag of purchased stuff. Noticing the others following the mouse out back he runs after them, hollering like mad. Outta my way you fools! We've gotta get outta here! Large, bag weilding otters first, followed by women and children! Outta my way I say! -- Rudd, 16:05:14 05/12/04 Wed The mouse slams through the door leading out to the back. The crew finds itself in an alley. The mouse sways drunkenly and looks around. So... Any you know where we go now we're outside? (NT) -- The Drunken Mouse, 22:26:04 05/14/04 Fri Rudd stops swinging the bag around to think for a moment. Anywhere out of the city'd seem like a good place to me. (NT) -- Rudd, 14:01:46 05/16/04 Sun Thistle shrugs We could go back to the ship until things blow over...Zest seems like a capable vixen. If a bit...ah...violent...She peeks around the corner of the building Oh, yes, riot's still on...aaah, look at Zest go, whacking and stabbing and...euurgh...that's shocking...quickly turns back to everyone (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 15:48:25 05/18/04 Tue Swift's alchohol and now explosive fluid laced voice comes from behind the group. Aye... I offered to help out that crazy fossker... But she went nuts and threw me out the window, screamin' about bein' a lead rabble rouser an' I was lucky she didn't take me paws an all that fun stuff... But in regards to Thistle's suggestion... I suppose we could do that... I mean, all their stuff should be in there... Glares at Fik. I don't think they'll be comin' lookin' for us anywheres for too long... 'Specially after Zest, er, settles 'em. I expect we'd be able to walk around in town again an' they'd all leave us alone if we just laid low for a bit on the ship... Asides... I think I left some o' me stuff back there. (NT) -- Swift, 15:55:31 05/18/04 Tue The Drunken Mouse leaps up and clings to Ruddingy's tunic. YOU GOT A SHIP!?!?!? He starts wildly trying to shake Rudd, and after he can't budge the large otter, he gives up and kisses Thistle's paw gallantly. Madam, you've made me a happy liddle beast. Let's get to that ship please? I can't wait t'get on the ocean! (NT) -- The Drunken Mouse, 15:59:46 05/18/04 Tue Rudd crowches down so that he's face to face with the Drunken Mouse. YOU GOT A NAME???!?! He hollers. Cause we wont be taken aboard anybeast who hasn't identified themselves. Have to make sure you aren't some horrible criminal of legendary reputation or something along those lines. (NT) -- Rudd, 16:42:21 05/19/04 Wed Fik sticks his tongue out at Swift. You're just mad cause I only shared the cash with Rudd. You all would've gotten some if you'd helped out! (NT) -- Fik, 16:43:25 05/19/04 Wed The mouse's eyes unfocus as he looks at Rudd. Wha--? Name...? He clutches his head and shakes it around, then moans. Argh... Need t'lay off th' ale... He blinks a couple of times, then takes Rudd's paw, shaking it heartily. Name o' Dirmby Whitlock Pembrook, mate. I'm just a mouse from accross the sea who's missed his ship home. Sorry 'bout not introducin' m'self earlier... Been havin' a rough day... But c'mon! Let's get to your ship! With that, the mouse takes off for the docks, his wooden clogs clip clopping all the way. (NT) -- Dirmby, 21:46:29 05/20/04 Thu Rudd nods approvingly. Alright then Dirmby, pleased t'meet ya! Now... He scratches his head and looks around, hoping to get a glimpse of the ocean. Well, our boats in the water. Lets be off! He adjusts his hat and waits for someone else to point him in the direction of the sea. (NT) -- Rudd, 14:29:51 05/25/04 Tue Swift turns Rudd about and shoves him forward. Foller the mouse, mate, I think he knows where he's goin'. The tall otter plows along after Dirmby, and has to catch the mouse as he was about to tear past the ship. Swift tosses Dirmby up into the ship and waits for the others to arrive. (NT) -- Swift, 14:46:22 05/26/04 Wed Rudd arrives at the ship a moment later. Sorry 'bout that, didn't even notice the little fella run off. He says to no one in particular as he climbs up on deck (NT) -- Rudd, 15:18:22 05/27/04 Thu Valenze's axe flies up over the rail and lands next to Dirmby. It is followed by Valenze clumsily clambering over the rail. Ah thain' theh' mahb 'as stopped chaisin' us fah theh momen'! Whah's theh res' o' theh croo? -- Valenze, 20:00:26 05/31/04 Mon Swift paces. I dunno, mate Valenze... I dunno... Glad t'see y'made it, though... Didn't get mauled by the mob? (NT) -- Swift, 17:12:59 06/04/04 Fri Rudd gets bored with pacing around the deck, so he leans on the railing. Oi! What's keepin you lot!!?? He hollers at the town. (NT) -- Rudd, 08:32:09 06/05/04 Sat Thistle trots on board, humming I'll stay up here. What way to keep them off guard than an innocent mousemaid? And a pretty one, too! smirk Nah, I'm not that arrogant. You just get down there and I'll keep watchamalookoutthingy and be all innocent and perky and such. (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 14:23:01 06/05/04 Sat Reed stumbles up the gang plank (or similar), the tip of his tail on fire, and a huge grin on his face Hehehe, wana seez ah 'rick?Eh?...without warning he swigs down some rum in a fancy flask, brings the torch in which he was carrying around, and spits a stream of fire from his mouth into the air out towards the water. His grin grows even larger, if possible Lerrn'ed tha' one bac' thar', hhehehe -- Reed Streamline, 18:58:35 06/08/04 Tue Swift blinks a little. Reed mate... Yore tail's on fire... I mean, that's a wonderful trick y'got... But... Yore on fire... Dirmby, meanwhile, hops next to Thistle, trying to figure out the odd mousemaid. Blimey, darlin'... You stop talkin' ever? (NT) -- Swift and Dirmby, 16:34:38 06/09/04 Wed Rudd nods slgithly, staring at Reed's flaming tail. You wouldn't mind takin a quick dip would you mate? Just to save all our lives an such? I mean, we are on a rather large hunk of wood here... (NT) -- Rudd, 17:19:35 06/09/04 Wed Reed stares at them, like they're seeing things Wha' in der he--Youch!He spins quickly around, trying to snag his tail to put it out, but ends up falling into the shallows. Wet and soggy, but still stupidly grinning, he returns -- Reed, 15:57:44 06/10/04 Thu A mob of random beasts shows up on the pier and moves toward the ship. Swift draws a breath and his sword, ready to go down fighting. But the mob stops short of the ship, and a random mole saunters up, tipping his hat politely at the crew. Burr, we'm jurst warnned t'sai that we'm gortted all th' oitems recorvered, arnd thar's no 'ord feelin's, burr aye. You'm can all come barck now'm, jurst pervoidin's you'm doan't bee's stealin' agaimn, hurr hurr hurr. And with some mutters of agreement, the mob moves off. Swift blinks and looks at the crew. Uhm... What just happened...? Dirmby pipes up. Mayhap t'were Zest! She's great at calmin' beasts y'know. Mayhap she threatened t'chop off all their paws if they didn't back off! (NT) -- Swift, mob, mole, and Dirmby, 23:09:15 06/12/04 Sat Rudd grins. Sounds like somethin she would've done, doesn't it? Course I'm not really wantin to go back there, seeing as we trashed the place and all. I mean.... I'm quite fond of my paws you know. (NT) -- Rudd, 15:19:54 06/13/04 Sun Valenze looks about. Sha' weh beh movin' about nah? -- Valenze, 19:05:46 06/17/04 Thu Thistle is still talking, albeit quietly...something to do with gold and silver. She nods at Valenze I think it'd be best if we start along now...if /somebeasts/--glare at Fik--would kindly keep their paws to themselves. (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 16:44:02 06/20/04 Sun Fik looks absolutely shocked. I was only stealin that stuff to help us all out! How dare you accuse me of theivery?!? I was just borrowing because I was in need! If your family was starvin, and there was a loaf of bread in their kitchen, would you steal it to feed them? Fik looks quite pleased with this argument and hops off the boat onto the dock below (NT) -- Fik, 09:54:59 06/22/04 Tue Thistle rolls her eyes You know, stealing a loaf of bread could land one in jail for nineteen years. (OOC: Sorry...vague Les Miserables reference I couldn't resist...) (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 10:10:14 06/22/04 Tue Reed grins, and uses his sauve voice, before breaking out into manical laughter Well, meh love, 'ow d'you think i came to be with all o' dis nice things i got, and deh wonnerfull rep i have today..Breaks out into manical laughter jus' kiddin' bout the love part -- Reed, 13:16:11 06/22/04 Tue Dirmby walks up next to Reed and elbows him in the ribs while winking. Well, I ain't jokin' about it... Oi! Miz Thizz love! Wait for yore gallant sailormouse! The mouse hops off the ship and lands next to Thistle in a bow. Would you mind accompanyin' a scruffy fella such as m'self on this journey? I have in my posession vast knowledge of locales of fine dining, clothing, and entertainment. Shall we? (NT) -- Dirmby, 21:19:32 06/22/04 Tue Swift chuckles and walks up next to Reed. You and Fik are a right pair o' twits, didja know? He leans in closer to the otter and says in a low voice. But ain't nobeast as twitty as Fik... Now c'mon. Let's see if'n we can earn some gold th' good ol' fashioned way... Gamblin'. He hops off the ship and leans against a random barrel. He grins and says smoothly to Thistle and Dirmby. Well, Thistle's naturally the smartest here, and has knowledge of directions unimagined to normal beasts. And young Dirmby seems smitten with our maid, not to mention he's got his own knowledge o' this town. So why don't you two lead us around? (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 21:24:29 06/22/04 Tue Brilliant! Thistle sweeps a curtsey to Dirmby, and nods at Swift You're bright as well, for recognizing my scintillating intelligence. But just in case, you might want to stick to gambling in games of /luck/, not skill...ahem Anyway. To find a Gambling Establishemente. Well, Dirmby, lead on, as you know this town better than me. Though that's only because I've been here just a few hours, of course...she trots in front of Dirmby--/obviously/ intending for him to lead... -- Thistle the Odd, 19:25:05 06/23/04 Wed Reed gets s puzzled look on his face as he digs through his haversack, then pulls out a very, very crude twist of tabacco(sp). He lights it on a random toarch, and sticks it in his mouth. Thinking for a second, he says softly Yeh k'h'o i'h thin' i'h gots meh 'ome town 'round down sout' fro' 'ere....he suddenly cheers up, remembering gambling, another habit. Hehehe, letss Roll! tinkers with some bone dice in his paw from a random pouch -- Reed Streamline., 19:35:31 06/24/04 Thu Swift pauses and backtracks to Reed. Mate... Did you say you got a 'ometown aroun' 'ere? He gapes. Why... I never... Reed Streamline... A 'ometown... I guess it makes sense, but I dunno.... I'd always just pictured ye as a rovin' vagabond pirate mercenary yore 'ole life... Well, I think we're gonna 'ave te swing by yore place then. Just because we can. Now quick, let's foller the mouse an' see if we kin find some pigeons t'swindle, heh heh heh... He pats the smaller otter on the shoulder and calls, Oi Dirmby! Lead on, mate! An' don't ferget t'take yore lovely liddle flower Thistle 'long with ye t'some fancy restaurant! (NT) -- Swift, 22:28:21 06/24/04 Thu Dirmby strolls next to Thistle, ignoring the comments from Swiftstream. He grins at Thistle. Oh aye, I'm sure one with such a brain capacity as yourself'd quickly find your way around easy enough. I mean, you are prob'ly the smartest mousess alive, I'd wager. Prob'ly too good for a scruffy type such's m'self, but nonetheless I'll show ye a good time. He pauses. Erm, not a typical sailor good time, mind. A proper good time. And, erm... The angry shrew feller over there... He ain't gonna steal no more, right? (NT) -- Dirmby, 22:32:35 06/24/04 Thu Reed scratches his head Well, et 'pends h'on wat yer sayin' mate.. h'I was really teh say, Birthtown, er somethin'...but 'bout maybe, in der middle o' the coast lies an ol' ol' Fortress- Morador Rocha..he grins...Burnt et up, bes' i coul' when things went sout' and a revolution started...Hehehe -- Reed Streamline, 11:50:57 06/25/04 Fri Thistle grins wickedly If he does steal anymore, he'll learn a lot more about geology than he ever wanted. Mind you, I won't throw /too/ big rocks at him...walks along the street, examining store fronts and analyzing the locals Hmmm...gambling, gambling...Dirmby, do you know of any places? (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 08:03:20 06/27/04 Sun Fik slows down a bit until everyone's passed him, then picks up a large rock. He grins to himself and aims it at the back of Thistle's head, his tongue sticking out slightly due to his intense concentration(sp?). He goes to chuck the rock at her but it flies out of his paw as he swings his arm backwards. He sighs loudly and runs to the front of the group. Course for gamblin we ought to head to a nice dingy inn. Any nice dingy inns round here Dirmb? Not icludin that one we just came from mind you, I'd rather not run into that fox again, no sir! Anyway, nice, dingy inns..... maybe with access to a cellar..... or some kind of drinking establishment.... hmm.... He gets lost in his own thoughts (NT) -- Fik, 11:38:13 06/28/04 Mon Rudd scratches his head in a confused sort of way. Why would we want to swindel pigeons? They're the last ones that'd have any money, wouldn't you think? I mean, lets swindel some hedgehogs, or foxes maybe, but pigeons? I dont even know if there'd be any pigeons near by.... Does anyone see a large tower? That's where they'd be.... Still don't know why you'd wan to swindel pigeons though... Sometime's you're quite hard to understand Swift, has anyone ever told you that? (NT) -- Rudd, 11:40:54 06/28/04 Mon Swift rolls his eyes at Ruddingy. Rudd? Have ye ever met a pigeon? Have ye ever seen one? They're from big fancy towns an' they're loaded with riches. Now, ye can rob them, for sure, but it's much more fun t'gamble the pants off 'em. Literally. Heh heh heh... He takes out a flask and sips daintily from it. (NT) -- Swift, 15:59:03 06/28/04 Mon Dirmby grins as he leads them down a alley. Oh aye, a nice place... Just on the other side 'ere... They exit the alley and find themselves facing a rather large mansion, with primly dressed beasts moving in and out, including a pigeon or two. May I present to you all, the Pink Clamshell; finest dining and gaming in the port town o' Filsayesk. Entry is a bit tricky, though. He points at the dozing ferret, clutching a list in his paws. Gotta be on th' guest list t'get in. (NT) -- Dirmby, 16:03:10 06/28/04 Mon Thistle grins rakishly No problem there. You all distract the servants somehow, I'll write us onto the guest list. Forgery is a talent of mine! (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 10:51:14 06/29/04 Tue Smirks Shoul' tha' beh a job fer Reed and 'is breeches?Chuckles at a memory of a wedding -- Reed Streamline, 12:32:49 06/29/04 Tue Swift chuckles. Mate... We need t'get ye in... An' that won't... Save them antics for when we're inside, heh heh heh... But as for other diversionary tactics that won't get us thrown in jail... Hrm... Scratches his chin. Too bad we don't have us a female ferrettess t'flirt with th' guard while we pilfers the list... Any ideas, chaps? (NT) -- Swift, 10:19:11 06/30/04 Wed Points at Fik Wes can dress 'im up 'ike a'h' lady ferret! -- Reed, 10:34:17 06/30/04 Wed Ah, but see, I'm a shrew. Fik says, nodding sagely. Now if Mickle were about.... He looks around hopefully. He'd make a good lady ferret. He's a ferret already for cryin out loud... -- Fik, 12:45:08 06/30/04 Wed OOC: WHAGH! I JUST SPENT 15 MINUTES CRAFTING A POST AND IT DIDN'T POST! (NT) -- Swift, 22:01:12 06/30/04 Wed Swift nods sagely at Fik. Aye.... Aye, that'd be a great plan, Fik... As he continues to speak, his voice slowly gains a more falsely hearty tone, however. Tell you what, why don't you see about trackin' him down? Last I saw he was sailin' off with Warpeye as his personal killin' machine. He continues nodding sagely in mockery of the shrew. Yeah... Why don't you track down their crew? Then ye can kill the crew, kill Warpeye, and then try to ask Mick nicely if he'd stop bein' a crazed maniacal murder machine an' put on a dress so's we can get into a fancy club. Aye, I think that'd work well. He suddenly grabs the shrew and looks around frantically. Quick! Where's a dress? Fik can play a stumped ferretladytype! (NT) -- Swift, 22:07:55 06/30/04 Wed Errr...Err...Reed spins around a couple of times, dashes over to Thistle daintly peeks in her haversack, dashes back and points out various lady-folks wearing dresses Thars one, yellow too! Oh! Anodder one, tis Pink! Oh, aye, pink'd brin' out Fiks' eyes! -- Reed...Sandybanks...coughStreamlinecough, 09:46:57 07/01/04 Thu Thistle crosses her arms and eyes them I know what you're thinking...I'm not averse to it, but you must /promise/ you won't muck it up. sigh I've an extra dress back on the boat. Thank goodness it's not my favorite...it should fit Fik...I think he'll look /lovely/ in drag. cackles mischievously (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 09:47:52 07/01/04 Thu OOC: Sorry Reed, it was late, I was tired, and I was confusing your last name with someone else's... Honestly! I did know it was Streamline! I guess it was just some crazed slip... (NT) -- Swift the moronic., 11:15:31 07/01/04 Thu Dirmby looks around and puts a paw to his lips. Shshshshshhhhh! Keep down the ruckus... We're bound t'get noticed if we get too loud. Now... We need someone to run back to the ship and get the dress... Anyone up for it? (NT) -- Dirmby, 11:24:11 07/01/04 Thu ((OOC: no harm done, rather funny, kind of)) BIC: Reed chuckles h'I 'ope tis pink! -- Reed, 13:17:45 07/01/04 Thu Valenze finally shuffles into the alley, his axe still slung over his shoulder. Wot's theh plan? -- Valenze, 09:12:31 07/02/04 Fri Dirmby sighs. Never mind, I'll do it! And seconds later, he's a speedy little clip-clopping blur as his clogs pound the ground while he runs at high speed. A few minutes later he comes back with a pink garment wrapped a couple of times around his middle. He grins as he unwinds it into a pretty dress. Well mates? Think he can pull off lady ferret type? And with that, he begins cramming the dress over Fik's head. He speaks with ill concealed glee as he forces the garment down. Don't struggle, mate! Ye'll ruin the dress and then not only will we all be mad that ye failed at getting us in, but Miss Thistle there'll be double-mad because ye ruined her dress! (NT) -- Dirmby, 21:49:57 07/02/04 Fri Thistle nods You be careful with that dress, or I'll imagine something that I'll do. And I've got a meeean imagination. Does Fik need lessons in flirty girlishness? Thistle grins wickedly (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 09:25:50 07/03/04 Sat Reed giggles stupidly as he prances around with one paw on his hip and the other on the base of his skull. His voice is forced high like, and it cracks a couple of times Like this Mis This? -- Reed the Dainty, 16:23:31 07/04/04 Sun Fik's head pokes out of the dress and he looks miserably around at them. Never thought.... My crewmates... I can't believe it... You guys owe me one now... He sighs and skips off towards the ferret, mumbling about how it wasn't his fault Mick'd been abducted by crazies. -- Fik, 09:51:40 07/05/04 Mon OOC: Swift, seriously, go on AOL once and a while, my MSN's gone, permanentlike! -- Rudd, 09:52:54 07/05/04 Mon OOC: Well moronface, if you actually went on it now and again, you'd see that I've been on lots lately. You're too busy with your damned Final Fantasy to pop on now and again and be like, "oh look, there he is, I'll say hi." You're like, "gottalevelupgottastealgottabethenextRobinHood." So how's about you get on AOL once in a while? (NT) -- Swift, 10:33:05 07/05/04 Mon Swift whispers after Fik. Don't worry mate, I'll buy ye some drinks when we get in. Or at least a perty purse t'go with that dress. He looks at Thistle. Thistle m'darlin', mind nickin' that list for us? Me an Reed an' Rudd an' Valenze... We're all hulkin'. Not too good at sneakin'. An' Dirmby's clippin' an' cloppin' everwhere. Think ye could nip up there sharpish an' get th' list an' get our names on quickish? (NT) -- Swift, 11:17:34 07/05/04 Mon The ferret guard spies Fik and immediately springs to attention. H-How'dy'do, miz! S'fine fine weather we're 'arvin' t'dayee, innit? My you're lookin' practically sumpterfilious terdayee too, madam! He has obviously fallen for the rouse. (NT) -- The Ferret Guard., 12:24:48 07/05/04 Mon The light-fingered Thistle nods and creeps over to some bushes behind the guard, ready to snatch and forge while he's distracted (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 18:25:47 07/05/04 Mon Fik giggles girlishly and flutters his eyelashes at the ferret guard. Why you're too kind sir. And might I say, you look quite dashing in that uniform. I do enjoy a man in uniform. Fik says in a high, girly voice. (NT) -- Fik the Flirtish, 07:16:47 07/06/04 Tue OOC: Yeah, I was afraid of that Swift. Soon as I posted I was like "Wow, you haven't been on at all, you just right click Exit as a habit nowadays." Dumb old me, I figured I wouldn't say anything in case you hadn't been on lately. (NT) -- Rudd, 07:18:22 07/06/04 Tue The Ferret Guard blushes at Fik. Well, I arm wearin' this 'ere unyform... So.... I guess that makes me in unyform! He grins and he drops the list on the ground without noticing. He then strikes a bit of what he imagines to be a roguish pose, and then winks at Fik. So... Been in town for a while? I 'ope them thieves that showed up earlier din't getcher... I'd cut off that shrews paws if'n 'e did. (NT) -- The Ferret Guard., 10:43:38 07/06/04 Tue Fik tries to look shocked at the very idea of theives. Luckily I've only just gotten into town. I'm sure if any theives did show up you'd send them off though. A big man like you, why are those your biceps? They look so giant. Fik gracefully raches out and strokes the stoat's arm, giggling all the while. (NT) -- Fik, 10:58:44 07/06/04 Tue OOC: wow, I'm so dumb. Corrections for that post : big ferret (not big man), reaches (not raches), and ferret's arm (not stoat's arm). I'm just gonna go dunk my head in a bucket of water now.... Don't mind me, I'll be back in a bit. (NT) -- Fik, 11:01:31 07/06/04 Tue Thistle, seeing her chance, snatches the list and holds it up to the light, studying the print. She grabs a quill pen from near the guard (presumably, he's dropped it), and writes their names delicately...starting with her own, of course, because even in an adventure she's still Thistle. (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 11:05:43 07/06/04 Tue The ferret guard examines his claws. Well, don't mean ter brag, but I don' work out... These boulders is naturally big. He begins flexing his arms in an ill concealed fashion. (NT) -- The Ferret Guard, 12:00:16 07/06/04 Tue Fik looks very surprised at this and places his paw over his mouth in awe. You don't? Why that I find hard to believe! I dont think I've ever met such a powerful looking ferret. Or such a handsome one. He smiles and flutters his eyelashes again. (NT) -- Fik, 15:20:13 07/06/04 Tue Reed stares at Thistle, the wheels turning in his head. Patiently waiting for al the names to be down, and This to be away from the paper.The wheels continue to turn within Reeds mind, while a thing smile creeps over his face -- Reed Streamline, 17:00:21 07/06/04 Tue Valenze stares at the ferret, then looks at his axe, then back at the ferret. Ah thank tha' mah acks woulda bin ah bettah diver'sin, lads. Ah weel. suddenly looks worried Wot if'n theh ferret won' lemme in 'less Ah geeve up meh acks? -- Valenze, 08:44:34 07/09/04 Fri Thats a surprisingly good point. Rudd glances over his shoulder at his javelin. We're a bit heavily armed for a nice club, dont you think? -- Rudd, 10:06:37 07/09/04 Fri Thistle hisses to them Done! Weapons...er...lays the parchment down and sneaks back to the group, thinking Dump 'em in the bushes. And then hang a sign that says "Beware of Rotting Fruit" or manure...or something icky like that. (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 10:52:32 07/12/04 Mon Rudd nods and chucks his spear into a nearby bush. I'm no good at writing, too untidy about it. Thistle, why dont you do up the sign, seein as you're holding a pen and all? (NT) -- Rudd, 10:14:12 07/15/04 Thu Thistle nods and twirls the pen. Say...is there any place where I can get paper of some sort? Hey, there's a birch tree over there, somebody peel me off a bit! (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 12:54:30 07/16/04 Fri Swift rips off a bit of the trunk and tosses it to Thistle as he strips off his sword and stows it in the bushes. He looks around at the crew. Keep any small weapons ye got on ye, mates. Never know when ye may need them. I'm keepin' me dirk an' throwin' knives. Just stow the big stuff away. (NT) -- Swift, 15:15:41 07/16/04 Fri Dirmby strips off his shirt and the belt that holds his knives. He readjusts the belt diagonally accross his chest, stashes the knifes in it, and pulls the shirt back on. Then he begins looking around. He goes back into the alley and comes back, a bit of a stink following him. Hah! Rotten fruit! I'll just stick this with the stuff so that the effect's real. Dirmby dumps the moldy, fly ridden apples and peaches and pears in the bush with the weapons. (NT) -- Dirmby, 15:18:48 07/16/04 Fri The ferret guard puts his arm around Fik's shoulders and grins. Well me pretty, I dunno how ye came t'be that way, but ye shore are short. But that's good, because short ladies are me favorites, heh heh heh! He pauses, takes Fik's paw, and kisses it daintily. You're enchanterin', m'dear. (NT) -- The Ferret Guard, 15:20:33 07/16/04 Fri Thistle blinks as the offending stuff is dropped by the weapons ...I hope you didn't get it all over them, that would be rather nasty. gently sets her sword down under a bush, then scribbles BEWARE ROTTING, FESTERING, INSECT LARVAE BREEDING GROUND FRUIT There, I think that covers it. sticks a branch in the ground and pokes the bark sign through that, all the while giggling about how Fik makes /such/ a pretty girl (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 13:44:01 07/18/04 Sun Fik giggles and pulls his paw away from the ferret. You're too kind sir. He flutters his eyelashes. I don't think I can allow any paw kissing, however, until I at least know your name. I'm sure it's a very fitting name too, strong and sophisticated, just like you. Oh, I simply must know, what is it? (NT) -- Fik, 16:57:34 07/18/04 Sun Swift strolls up to the Ferret Guard and puts on an upper class accent. I say sir, I'm the Lord Swiftstream Brooktail, and I do believe you're barring my entry. The ferret guard looks skeptically at Swift as he steps in the otter's way. But ye don' look fancy... Swift waves his paw around dismissively. Pish tosh, if we based everything on appearances, then no one would know of this establishment, for they'd all flee from the sight of this less-than-savory port-town. Please, look on the list; I assure you I'm on there. The ferret guard picks up the list and reads off Swift's name. Well, I guess that's it then. In ye go. He moves out of the way, and as Swift struts through the doors, turns back to Fik. Well, darlin', m'name's Gorgin MacDougal. Guard Extraordinaire, if I say so m'self, heh heh heh. (NT) -- Swift and Gorgin, 23:26:22 07/18/04 Sun Rudd pulls a monicle out of his chest pocket and places it over his eye, squinting slghtly so it'll stay in place. (INSIDE) OOC: Wow, 1037 letters, woo hoo, haven't done that in a while! -- Rudd, 09:26:18 07/19/04 Mon Valenze remorsefully sets his axe behind the bush, then straightens up. He makes his way toward the door, and looks irritated when Gorgin stops him. Wot d'ye thank ye beh doin', ferret?! D'ye nah know 'oo Ah em? Ah'm the Great Valenze Quickbrush, rulah o' theh Nor' lands! Naw move yerself behfah Ah move ye! -- Valenze, 19:13:00 07/19/04 Mon Thistle waits a bit, then smartly whisks up to Gorgin Madame Longfaith here, good day. I can assure you I'm on the list...oh...yes, right there, see?...Very good. she draws her mousey self up regally and flounces in (NT) -- Madame Longfaith, 10:44:47 07/20/04 Tue Gorgin bristles at Valenze. Lissen cully, I dun' approve o' yore tone. You're just lucky you're on the list, or I'd skin ye an' 'ave yer guts fer brekkers. However, he backs off and allows Valenze and Madame Longfaith passage. He turns back to Fik. Well m'liddle buttercup, I dun' think ye've given this lad your name just yet... Pray tell, what is it? (NT) -- Gorgin, 12:10:04 07/20/04 Tue Reed saunters up, but at the sight of Fik talking to that....man, made him slightly nutty. He gulps, and begins to fake cry I cant...cant...belive gulp sob y-you...Y-your with h-him!...sob twitch B-b-but you s-said i-i was t-the only one! sob gulp Streamline, sir, Reed. he brushes past Gorgin, still sobbing, but lowers his paws to let a wink pass to Lord Swiftstream -- Reed, 15:25:53 07/20/04 Tue Gorgin stiffens his jaw as Reed goes in. Aye, that's right, she reckernizes quality when she see's 'im, an' 'e's standin' right 'ere guardin' the door! So darlin, what's yore name? And while Gorgin continues flirting with Fik, Swift winks and chuckles at Reed. Way t'go on that, mate. Feed that dullard's ego. An' Valenze... Swift puts a paw on the fox's shoulder. Less o' the rough an' tumble stuff, m'kay? We're gennelbeasts right now. Show a bit o' shiney upper class an' stuff. Act like them fancy ponces wid the big fat houses an' purses. It's our time t'be high an' mighty, so let's not wreck it. With that, he looks around the entrance hall and snatches an hors' duerve (or however the junk you spell it) off of a passing waiter's tray. Mm... Shrimp scones... Tasty... (NT) -- Swift, 20:59:14 07/20/04 Tue Valenze looks at Swift. Do ye nah know? Theh rulahs o' theh Nor' Lands do ac' lahk thah. Et's 'ow theh wah rezzed! -- Valenze, 09:32:10 07/21/04 Wed Fik stalls for a moment, not being very good at coming up with names. My name? Well... It's Holly. So why is it a fine gentelman like yourself has to stand out here guarding this establishment rather than leading the whole party? Seems to me like you'd be the one in charge around here. Fik grins shyly at Gorgin. -- Fik, 11:54:57 07/21/04 Wed Gorgin looks very noble as he stiffens his back. Well, Holly, y'see... I'm what ye'd call a martyr... Givin' m'self up f'r th' greater good o' the poperlace. I could be in there, easy enough, but y'know... Someone has ter get the paws dirty. And why not let it be someone as honorable an' worthy an' proven an' regal as me? That way, th' job's shure t'get done proper. (NT) -- Gorgin, 14:17:43 07/21/04 Wed Swift looks at Valenze. Well mate, I ain't been to the northlands yet... But we're in th' south. An' beasts is soft 'roun' 'ere. Just a bit less on th' rough, 'right? Y'can still boss 'em aroun'... Just no threats o' violence or anythin' the like... S'likely t'land us in jail or summat. He chews on the scone a bit more. Blimey, what's takin' that liddle idiot so long? (NT) -- Swift, 14:20:19 07/21/04 Wed Dirmby, who due to his creator's lameness hasn't had an official entry into the club, will have just waltzed by the lovestruck Gorgin unnoticed. He looks around in the club and speaks aloud to Swift. I dunno, but innit he the thief? Seems like he'll be happy here... Lot's of stuff to steal... Looks like a thief's paradise in here... (NT) -- Dirmby, 14:22:44 07/21/04 Wed Thistle, meanwhile, is chatting up the upper crust...quite successfully. A few laughs emit from the crowd around Thistle, who's just loving this attention. Why yes, I do know the Upper East West Middle Hammingtons! Oh, another drink would be lovely, sir...make sure it's properly stirred, and non-alchoholic! Yes, yes, are you familiar with the Southern Epsilons from Northern New Antiqua? Chaaaarming! the mousemaid looks distinctly out of place, but she deflects any comments about her clothing with a, "Slumming, dahlings." (NT) -- Thi--ahem Madame Longfaith, 15:48:33 07/21/04 Wed A squirrelmaid with a pricey cloak on slips her paw into Swift's purse, taking quite a few coins and then melting back into the shadows. -- ....?, 18:19:26 07/21/04 Wed Swift stiffens and mutters. If I ain't mistaken, and I'm ne'er mistaken, some beast just liberated some funds from me... He looks around and sees the squirrelmaid slip her paw into a few more purses. Mmm.... Dirmby was right... With that, he slips off silently through the crowd, slowly tailing the squirrelmaid. (NT) -- Swift, 18:56:42 07/21/04 Wed The squirrelmaid continues, ah, liberating coins. I mean, the poor things can't be very hapy in those tiny little purses... She turns suddenly and looks at Swift -- ....?, 13:02:03 07/22/04 Thu Swift pauses and pretends to admire an ornate lantern on the wall, glancing casually at the squirrelmaid and then looking away as if uninterested in her. Dirmby, meanwhile, sidles up next to Thistle, pardon... Madame Longfaith* and begins hobknobbing along with her.* Why yes, Madame Longfaith and I go back a long way... What's that you say? Tacky dress?!? Sir, I'll have you know that her and I have dressed this way for our protection. Have you seen the scoundrels running about? I'm surprised you don't do the same yourself... I expect you shall meet the end of your fortunes in due time, for certain... And then you'll remember Sir Dirmby, and you'll bitterly wish you'd followed his example... He leans to Thistle. Well darlin? T'your liking? (NT) -- Swift and Dirmby, 13:31:58 07/22/04 Thu She raises and eyebrow and walks over to him Y'know, you're really not too good at being sneaky-like. -- ....?, 13:35:54 07/22/04 Thu Oh? With that, he casually slips his dirk out of his jacket sleeve and raises it at the squirrelmaid, lightly prodding her in the ribs. Neither are you, I'm afraid... He slides in close to her and speaks in a low tone, holding her so she can't run. Now, you look like you work around here... How's about getting a private room for my mates and I and yourself... I'd like to have a little chat with you... See about getting back what you took from me and probably my mates... (NT) -- Swift, 13:48:59 07/22/04 Thu Shrugs, not looking fazed in the least Righto, but if you stab through me cloak, I'll have yer guts for a jump rope, got that? -- ....?, 13:51:03 07/22/04 Thu Swift grins. Sure you will, darlin'... Now let's see about that room, eh? He slowly eggs her away from the wall and toward the crowd. (NT) -- Swift, 15:27:58 07/22/04 Thu Reed was rather happy now. He had slipped into a restroom and put on a nice crimson silk shirt, and put his rings and bracelets back on. He paid a ferret for some fragrence(sp) and walked cheerfully out. But currently, he was making chat with a group of ladys, acting quite the gentlemen (i.e. no booze, cuss, or smoking) Uhm, Yes m'dear, i do happen to come from around these parts. I grew up a bit more south though, to a Royal Family. Umhm, yes love, Ritzcraig is me last name. Yes, yes * Glances around at all the shiny stuff, and slips a few peices from the table into his boots* -- Reed Streamline. Grant Ritzcraig., 16:26:56 07/22/04 Thu The squirrel glares up at Swift Hands off. -- ....?, 18:27:37 07/22/04 Thu Thistle mutters back to Dirmby Quite good. Oh, excuse us for a moment, would you be so kind...she turns her back to the crowd and whispers to Dirmby What's Swift doing? He seems to be conversing with some sort of shadow, but it has far too much mass to be that. I think curiosity has gotten the better of this mouse, what about you? she casually wends her way through the crowd, inching toward Swift. (NT) -- Madame Longfaith, 18:39:48 07/22/04 Thu Swift smiles at the squirrel. Sorry, darlin. Paws don't come off til I know you aren't going to take off. He looks around. So... Kindly take us to a more secluded environ... I'm sure my crew would love a few words with you... With that, he waves at Valenze, Rudd, and Reed to come over, as he's spied Dirmby and Thistle making their way over already. (NT) -- Swift, 19:06:07 07/22/04 Thu She blinks up at him, and then looks around, her voice way louder than necessary Sir, I told you, I'm not interested! Kindly get yer paws off me! -- ....?, 19:08:10 07/22/04 Thu Swift grins and says in a louder voice. Not until you return what you stole to all the beasts in this club! Thief! Thief! It's the shrew from earlier, disguised as a squirrelmaid! Someone call the authorities! I have the thief right here! (NT) -- Swift, 19:12:49 07/22/04 Thu She smiles at the assembled beasts and guides him into a parlor Poor chap, he's had too much to drink... Haven't you? Of course you have... Here's a nice private parlor for you. -- ....?, 19:15:13 07/22/04 Thu Valenze makes his way into the parlor after them, and sets himself next to the door. Ach, naw, wha' is thes all aboot? Ah ha' jus' begun bettin' ahn ah...he trails off. -- Valenze, 19:47:41 07/22/04 Thu Rudd backs into the parlor, fending off the crowd of interested richfolk asking about the shrew disguised as a squirrelmaid. No no no. Theives sir? You must be mistakin. I didn't hear anything about a shrew. Do you honestly believe that vagabond could've gotten past that fine guard outside? Of course not! Now if you'll excuase me. He turns and walks into the parlor, plopping down into a large poofy chair across from the door. Quite a fuss you just caused there Swift, whats goin on? He looks politely curious at the squirrel's presence. -- Rudd, 10:05:24 07/23/04 Fri The squirrel pulls off her cloak, looking mildly put out. She's quite pretty, with red fur and huge brown eyes. Her fur is impeccably clean, as are her clothes, a simple white tunic belted with expensive-looking leather. The money pouches on her belt are all stuffed. She leans against the wall behind her, studying Rudd -- ....?, 10:59:38 07/23/04 Fri Dirmby comes in through the crowd and looks around. So what's going on here, mates? An' what's with the squirrel with all the money? (NT) -- Dirmby, 11:49:59 07/23/04 Fri Reed swaggers over and up to the squirrel, putting on his royal act Madam he bows I am Grant Alexander Ritzcraig, Son of the Rich and Mighty Ridcore Ritzcraig, Pray tell were you found these beau riches pokes the bags with a long, fancy fork, which he clipped from the table -- Reed, 18:17:07 07/23/04 Fri Swift, leaning back in a chair with his booted footpaws up on the table, points at the squirrel with his dirk. Well, Re--... He raises an eyebrow at Reed. er, Mr. Ritzcraig... I'm not totally sure where she got it all from... But I know a rather large sum was extracted from my own funds. And I'd bet if you check your persons, you might find similar crimes perpetrated against yourselves... He looks at Rudd and Valenze. Block the door, mates. She don't get out til we got what's rightfully ours. (NT) -- Swift, 20:57:28 07/23/04 Fri Rolls her eyes and smacks at the fork Honestly, are you always so imperious about things? She turns to Swift Tell me, sir, exactly how much're you missing? -- ....?, 21:37:03 07/23/04 Fri Valenze grins. Sheh'd beh daft te trah te tek mah moneh... et's en a vereh sef place... Valenze grins toothily and stands in front of the door. -- Valenze Quickbrush, 20:43:51 07/24/04 Sat Swift grins at Valenze. Aye mate... I think I know where you keep it... He tips a broad obvious wink and says Yore left boot! Eh? EH? He chuckles. Just kiddin' mate, I know ye got it in yore pants, ye sick dog. He looks at the squirrel. Well miss, I know I didn't come in 'ere with only 76 doubloons, but that's all I got now. I 'ad me about 100 doubloons. He looks at her. Lucky for me ye didn't get all o' me money pouches. Now, give us the goods, darlin', an' we'll be all happy an' merry again, eh? (NT) -- Swift, 21:58:39 07/24/04 Sat Makes a face at Valenze and then digs into one of the pouches, pulling 24 doubloons out. She hands them over to Swift, muttering the whole while Blasted otter... Let you catch me, hope yeh know that.... What would mum say, I let some riverdog snag me... Blast... -- ....?, 13:04:28 07/25/04 Sun Swift grins as he pockets the gold. Well... He puts on a high voice. She'd prob'ly say, "ooh my, lookit that 'an'some an' strong otter, no wonder ye couldn' pull the wool o'er 'is eyes, 'e's a rough an' tumblin' charmin' 'ero, him! He becomes serious as he address everyone. Check your belongings, mates. Make sure she didn't get none o' ye, too. (NT) -- Swift, 09:15:04 07/26/04 Mon Rudd shoves a paw into his pocket and pulls out a few coins. Wow, wouldya lookit that! His eyes pop open in surprise. I seem to be missin a grand total of one hundred and thirty-two gold coins! How you managed to get that away from me I'll never know, but that's beside the point. I'd like my valuables back please. He says as he backs up next to Valenze, blocking the door. (NT) -- Rudd, 09:36:42 07/26/04 Mon Reed picks up his haversack in one paw, its weight is what hes checking 'Ark, three pounds light. Now, chop-chop, give me my pounds in gold...Coin or object if you please... -- Reed, 11:25:19 07/26/04 Mon Makes a face at Swift before looking over at Rudd One hundred an' thirty-two? Y'know y'self that I didn't take that much. An' three pounds in gold. Shakes her head -- ....?, 13:32:57 07/26/04 Mon Reed trys to stay cool, and win more than a bargin, he smirks Hellsteeth, Nought but... Gold weighs a bit you know... But Sir Rudd and I are asking nicely, and we could take it whenever we wish, Yes? Yes. -- Reed, 11:01:23 07/27/04 Tue Rudd nods in agreement. Exactly, we are blocking your exit after all. So, if you dont mind, I've lost one hundred thirty two coins. I'll take them now, or in payments if you'd like to stay with us for quite a while... He grins widely and winks at the Squirrel. -- Rudd, 12:02:22 07/27/04 Tue Swift laughs grimly. Robbin' the robber, eh mate? (OOC: Sorry Rudd, had to use it.) BIC: He shakes his head. Well miss, I say they got a good point. They are, after all, barring your escape path. And I ain't so sure you can take both of them out... Thieves aren't traditionally made for fighting groups of beasts... Though I have t'say, I do like ye a bit... Got a bit o' the old honor, an' definitely not one t'take any guff.... He pauses for a moment, as if considering something. He grins and says to her. How about comin' with us? There's bound to be loads o' opportunities to steal stuff off beasts if you're goin' our way. An' gracious, we can always use more beasts. How about it? (NT) -- Swift, 13:05:13 07/27/04 Tue Thistle, who'd settled back into Thistleyness, finally made her way over to them A new member to the group? Oh, joy! I'm Thistle Longfaith, though here I've adopted the title "Madame", and what would your name be? I won't use it against you, unless you give me a false name, in which case I couldn't use it against you even if I tried, because it wouldn't be your real name even if I thought it was your real name, and most people can't read minds and tell that who I was talking about was you. (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 14:18:47 07/27/04 Tue Dirmby looks around and pipes up. Oi, I'm missin' two hundred and forty two coins, my pants, an' three whiskers. Miss. I dunno how you managed it, but, erm... He looks around. I'd um, prefer if you give me, um, back what's, y'know, rightfully mine... He tries to hold a straight face, but can't do it. Heh... I'm just fibbin'. He lightly punches the squirrel on the arm. But I am missin' my lucky necklace... I've had it since I was a wee lad, and I'd really like to have it back. So, if ye could... If ye took it, that is... He holds out his paw hopefully. (NT) -- Dirmby, 14:51:22 07/27/04 Tue Grins in spite of herself and hands the necklace to Dirmby An' I did take yer pants, sir, but... Smiles and looks at Reed and Rudd Tell me, how daft d'you think I am? Not very, I can answer that. Sir otter, I would love to travel with yeh, and... Madame Longfaith She grins Th' name's Leyla the Quick. Cocky grin I've robbed every rich beast atwixt 'ere and...um...a lot of other places. Nod -- Leyla, 20:33:31 07/27/04 Tue You should meet Fik you should. He loves to steal too you see, those he is a bit idiotic.... Hmm, maybe you shouldn't meet him. Rudd suddenly grins mischeviously. Is there maybe a back door to this place? See we've left the bufoon outside and if you're comin along we've got no real use for him. He was more of a liability really... -- Rudd, 09:28:28 07/28/04 Wed OOC: I meant though, not those. It's early, I just got up like twenty minutes ago, I don't have to be thinking straight yet. -- Rudd, 09:31:05 07/28/04 Wed Reed sniggers at the thought of someone losing ones pants, he loses his attitude, and drops to the floor, rolling back and forth and covering his eyes Oi! Dirm! It burns! Oh hellfire an' brimstone et Burns! he sits up grinning stupidly -- Reed, 10:11:45 07/28/04 Wed Dirmby looks down quickly and looks back up. HOW!? WHERE'S MY PANTS!?!? He whisks off his bandana and covers up and glares at Leyla. I dunno what would posess someone like ye t'take a lad's pants... But that isn't right. Give 'em back. (NT) -- Dirmby, 11:28:40 07/29/04 Thu Swift walks over to Leyla and shakes her paw. Welcome to the crew, darlin. My name's Swiftstream Brooktail. He grins at Rudd. Well, I dunno about leavin' him totally... I mean, I'm fairly certain 'is dad or somethin' tol' us t'take care o' 'im or summat... But I ain't averse t'temporarily leavin' the little bugger behind... He'll catch up, I'm sure, and if he don't, we'll come back for him. So Leyla, back door? (NT) -- Swift, 11:32:31 07/29/04 Thu Giggles and shakes Swift's paw as she tosses Dirmby's pants back to him Mmhm, back door's this way... If I'm allowed t'leave the room now, that is. -- Leyla, 12:09:15 07/29/04 Thu Glances between Swift and Rudd, while smiling Say, Sir Swiftstream and Sir Rudd, d'you mind if me an' Fik, if he comes arounds that is, could stay back untill y'all are ready teh leave, then we'll snag as much stuff as we possibly could, then hop on the ship, leaving this Isle?Grin -- Reed, 12:45:24 07/29/04 Thu Y'know I believe you're right Swift, I do seem to remember his pop tellin us to keep him outta trouble... Spoze we'd better leave him a note or something then? Oh, an Reed, He turns and shakes his head at the other otter. I don't want to have anything to do with more theivery today. However, if you wished to steal a bit more, well I couldn't stop you now could I? It'd be best not to get Fik involved though, he's about as subtle as a cannonball that one.. Plus then we wouldn't be able to leave him behind. He spins around to face Swift and Leyla again. Course you're allowed to leave the room, go on Valenze, let her by. -- Rudd, 09:35:58 07/30/04 Fri Thistle nods Back door, wonderful! Lead us there. straightens up, putting on her Madame Longfaith act once more (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 18:30:34 07/30/04 Fri Reed tips his hat at Rudd, gets up, and swaggers out into the main room to snatch a few more shiney objects -- Reed Streamline, 18:17:00 07/31/04 Sat

Subject: Learn Elvish
Author: �owyn Tin�viel [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 17:32:57 05/29/04 Sat www.geocities.com/tonguesoftheelves/ or http://learnelvish.proboards26.com/ or http://blackwings.proboards18.com/ Take your pick!

Subject: A female mole walks in with a female mouse behindBurr, coum on nouw, Durkling.The mousemaid seems sulky It's Drakling, Surnil, Drakling!
Author: Drakling [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 15:08:28 04/24/04 Sat Surnil leaves. Drakling looks around. There is no one there Hello! Someone!* Suddenly she is surronded by evil looking foxes. The leader sneers* The last of the Dragons. How nice.They close in
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OOC: Opps. For Subject, it's in to a clearing, not in. (NT) -- Drakling, 15:12:52 04/24/04 Sat

Subject: Who wants to get this deal moving?
Author: Swiftstream Brooktail [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 23:24:48 02/11/04 Wed OOC: Right... So Warpeye's insane. Swift's mad and vengeful. Fik's tail is on fire. The otters are whomping the vermin. Mickle is insane and... Insane. Swift, Rudd, and Fik are chasing after Warpeye, (So as to move the story along finally), so will any of you be joining? BIC: Swift runs along after Warpeye, panting heavily. Oi... Mates... MATES! He's goin' for our ship!!!
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Pops a nearby rat-thing on the head (since I guess that's what I'm doing?) and looks at the ships Er, is there anybeast on them? At all? ((Cos I'm lame and I have nothing else to say at the moment...)) (NT) -- Pearl, 19:23:50 02/12/04 Thu A sea otter stops and raises an eyebrow at Pearl. 'Course there's some beasts on those ships. They're firing bloody bails of flamin' hay at us! How could they be unmanned? Huh? How? Without waiting for a reply, he dives upon an unfortunate stoat. (NT) -- Sea Otter, 16:15:20 02/13/04 Fri Warpeye swims up to the crew's ship and hops aboard. A few moments later, he leaps off and can be seen swimming toward his own ship. Flames can be seen devouring the ship that the crew were given by Lord Helmstrike. Soon, flames can be seen on all of the ships save for the one Warpeye is on, and the one Warpeye is on is moving away slowly, as shapes move from the others onto his. (NT) -- Warpeye, 14:15:38 02/14/04 Sat We should follow, then? Joy. dashes after everyone else, tripping a few enemies on the way and muttering to herself Blasted cowardly vermin...have to run away from a fight to save their hides...Do they realize the agony this causes us? No, probably not, that's why they're "bad"... (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 11:07:00 02/15/04 Sun Swift slows down at the shoreline as all the ships but Warpeye's burn away. He mouths a few words, then falls down and begins smacking his head on a rock. GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! SO CLOSE!!! WHY!? NOW WE AIN'T GOT A SHIP! He continues smacking his head into the rock. (NT) -- Swift, 16:15:07 02/15/04 Sun Rudd screeches to a halt so violently that he loses his balance and flips over into the water. He gets up quickly and runs back off towards the battle, returning a short while later with Flots. He's gonna show us where the holt keeps it's spare boats, aren't you Flots? Flots nods vigorously as Rudd pushes his javelin point into his back. Needed a little bit of persuasion before he left such an important battle. Rudd says with a mischevious grin. Now, come on mate, lets be off. Flots leads them back towards the holt. (NT) -- Rudd and Flots, 16:25:19 02/15/04 Sun Reed had just now gotten back really into things, you see, reed had been a tad too close to a firey hay thing when it landed, and it sent the poor, wasted otter flying into the sea. Reed stumbled ashore, most of the fur scorched off his face, chest, shins, arms, and shoulders, save for his slight scorched beard and the not-burnt-in-some-parts hat and the hay burned some holes threw the infamous breeches. Reed stands there, slightly dumbfounded, then, instead of spitting the seawater out, he spits it into the eyes of a ferret..(i.e. reed still goes on helping bring disorder, misconduct and chaos) -- Reed Streamline, the Scorched, 19:31:00 02/16/04 Mon * The evil ferret can be seen standing on the deck of Warpeye's ship, staring back at the battle with disturbingly intense eyes.* -- Evil Mickle, 19:45:06 02/16/04 Mon Swift stops smashing his head on the rock. Blimey, Reed... Your breeches... They're all-- SHIP? Leaps up and follows Rudd and Flots. (NT) -- Swift, 10:19:07 02/17/04 Tue Come on you nitwits! Fik kicks about at a few random people than runs off after Swift, Rudd and Flots. (NT) -- Fik, 15:54:06 02/17/04 Tue Swift yells at Flots. Oi! Ship! Quicklike! We need to get moving along! Can't sit around here all day, got places to see and beasts to do! (NT) -- Swift, 19:35:19 02/18/04 Wed Flots screaches to a halt at a large rock, apparently it isn't a heavy rock because he flips it over with very little effort. There's a hole big enough for them to fit down one by one, and it has a rope ladder on the side. There you go, follow that ladder to the bottom and you'll have yourself a choice of grade A second hand ships. Just make sure to close the rock back over when you're done. Now, if you'll excuse me. He runs off to rejoin the battle. (NT) -- Flots, 18:13:12 02/19/04 Thu Rudd waves at Flots and jumps onto the ladder. He slides down quickly and lands in a cave that opens out right into the ocean. Wow, don't remeber this back when I lived here. Must be new. He climbs onto the nearest boat and starts fiddling around with various ropes. (NT) -- Rudd, 18:15:14 02/19/04 Thu Swift hops aboard. Blimey, mate... Got yourself a nice armada 'ere... This's a good ship... Right, where's the rest o' the crew? We got Fik? Thistle? Pearl? Reed? Am I forgettin' anybeast? (NT) -- Swift, 23:03:48 02/20/04 Fri You forgot the Evil Green Fuzzlie of Doom... (NT) -- Pearl, 13:57:49 02/21/04 Sat Didn't know we had a Fuzzlie of Doom.... You just bein odd there Pearl? Rudd asks as he searches around in a large crate and comes out with a giant black pirate hat. Oh, this just totally fits the bill. But.... He rummages about in the crate for a little while longer until he finds an almost neon blue feather to stick in the hat. There we go. Wonder if I could find myself a cutlass..... He wanders into the cabin muttering about eyepatches. (NT) -- Rudd, 17:49:07 02/21/04 Sat Swift spins the tiller about, grinning at having the feel of the wheel in his paws again. He looks at Rudd and grins wider. Blimey, mate. You're looking more and more like a prince everday. He spins the tiller back and forth. Feels good to be at the helm of a ship again... Right mates, everything's in order here... Let's head out, shall we? (NT) -- Swiftstream, 00:23:43 02/22/04 Sun Aye aye, capitano! plops on a pile of rope So. What should I do? Should I sing sea shanties...or not, she adds, seeing everyone's look of horror (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 12:17:26 02/22/04 Sun Looks horror-stricken at Rudd You mean you didn't realize we had a Green Fuzzlie of Doom? Pulls a big beetle sloppily painted green from her pocket and talks to it We won't let them forget about you this time, will we, Fuzzlie? The beetle does not respond (NT) -- Pearl gone even more wacko then before..., 14:19:43 02/22/04 Sun Swift arches his eyebrows at Pearl. He glances at Thistle and makes a sign like, "Crazy," and points at Pearl. Then he spins the tiller and calls. Aweigh anchor! Let's get back out on the big blue briny! (NT) -- Swift, 21:27:53 02/22/04 Sun Reed waddles as fast as he can down the ladder, and breaks out into a run. The look of a romatic pirate, cutlass between the teeth, sprinting with big floppy boots and a tricorn hat...only reeds face is close to bald ness, as so his front, And a few rather large burn holes in the breeches, but they still work in covering. Catapulting his self he almost falls short ,but is instead, grabs onto the rails and gets slammed face first into the woodwork -- Reed, 12:44:04 02/23/04 Mon Rudd runs out of the cabin swinging about his brand new cutlass. Nice sharp piece of tin this is. He reaches the anchor and gives it's rope a mighty heave. This doesn't move the anchor at all but sends him stumbling backwards as he looses grip. Little help here crewbeasts? Oh, and someone mind helpin Reed up? -- Rudd, 15:27:35 02/23/04 Mon Fik leans on the railing. Shouldn't we be renaming this quest by now? We've found the holt. -- Fik, 15:30:43 02/23/04 Mon Swift lashes the tiller and strolls over to Reed. He hauls the ragged looking otter up and dusts him off, muttering, Tut tut, Reed... Leapin' aboard an' smashin' about... Not good for ye sir, not atall... After grinning stupidly at Reed, he strolls over to Ruddingy and hauls him up. Right mate, you an' me done this afore, we'll do it again. Let's haul the anchor up. He grips the rope in his paws and begins to tug. (NT) -- Swift, 15:47:52 02/24/04 Tue Rudd grabs the rope and heaves at it. After a short while of grunting and pulling the anchor slides up on deck. Right! Away we go! Everybeast who isn't at the tiller grab an oar! We won't manage any wind in here any time soon! He hops down o the benches and grabs an oar. Come on now, we'll only have to do this until we get out to sea. (NT) -- Rudd, 16:44:41 02/24/04 Tue Reed pats his hat a couple of times, thanks Swift for the help, grabs a oar, and begins to paddle(to his full extent) -- Reed, 17:25:51 02/24/04 Tue There comes a lot of noise from up up uptop on the top of the ship... And it rocks and rolls and wakes Gizmo up... And ruins his invention... A middle aged shrew clumps onto the deck and walks around as if not noticing anyone, muttering to himself as he goes. The otters are here... They have a mouse and another shrew with them... They appear to be taking the ship... And it appears Gizmo goes along for the ride... What will Gizmo do with these savages? (NT) -- Gizmo, 20:59:07 02/24/04 Tue Swift blinks at the new arrival. Look mate, if you're gonna be on this ship, we'd appreciate if you lent a paw here to the rowin'. Swift gets on the opposite side of Reed and begins rowing. (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 13:38:44 02/25/04 Wed Thistle eyes Gizmo, then grabs an oar ...Who on earth are you? dips oar in the water, then yanks it back out Erm...maybe it's not such a good idea if I row...I mean, I understand the basics of propulsion and all that...but...points to nonexistant muscles Mousemaid. Small. Not able to pull weight. Get the picture? (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 13:44:48 02/25/04 Wed An excessively large fox plops down next to Thistle and takes the oar from her. Ach, naw, lassie. Ye jus' sit thar an' let Valenze do theh rowin' fah ye! -- Valenze Quickbrush, 14:36:28 02/25/04 Wed The shrew continues wandering about the deck, narrating aloud to no beast in particular. The mousemaid is violent in her temper... Who on earth is Gizmo? Why he is Gizmo the Inventor of course... Why are the strange beasts taking the holt's ship, Gizmo wonders to himself... The shrew removes his spectacles and polishes them on his robes. Yes, Gizmo does wonder that... (NT) -- Gizmo, 16:30:47 02/25/04 Wed Rudd turns around and blinks at Swift. If you're here, then who's steerin? (NT) -- Rudd, 17:17:15 02/25/04 Wed Swift chucks a cork at Rudd. Y'slump shouldered sack o' nuts! I lashed the tiller! Wait... We ain't on open waters... We kind o' need steerin' seein' as we're in a cave... Right then! Off to the helm! As he gets up he sees Valenze. Oi! Valenze! What're you doin' 'ere? How'd you get here? An' you! Shrew Gizmer type! Stop gawkin' an' dwobblin' around and do summat useful! WIth that, Swift goes to the helm to steer the ship. (NT) -- Swift, 22:25:15 02/25/04 Wed Valenze grins towards Swift. Ah was walkin mehself 'round ah island, an' Ah fell down a hole inte this wooden-type cave...Ah wen' down some steps an' wen' te sleep...when Ah woke up, The wooden-cave thingah was movin, so Ah came up. -- Valenze, 15:12:20 02/26/04 Thu Fik grabs Gizmo's shoulders and points him towards the oars. Think by "summat useful" Swift meant row. So get to it why don't you. He gives the old shrew a light shove to get him moving. -- Fik, 15:48:57 02/27/04 Fri Gizmo falls on the deck after Fik's shove. The angry one pushes Gizmo to the deck of the ship and makes him uncomfortable... To prevent future happenings like this, Gizmo shall see what he can do. He walks up to an oar and begins examining it; poking, prodding, moving around. Then he sits down and begins moving it up and down and back and forth in a completely erratic fashion. Gizmo doesn't grasp this concept of this device, he doesn't... (NT) -- Gizmo, 16:25:47 02/27/04 Fri Swift steers away, staring dead ahead. Well, glad to have ye along, Valenze... And I suppose this Gizmer chap is welcome... (NT) -- Swift, 14:20:56 02/29/04 Sun Valenze picks Thistle up and carries her over and sets her down next to Gizmo. 'Ere ye go, misseh. Ye jus' sit thar an' 'elp this ol' shrew te row. He then pads back over to his bench and sits down. -- Valenze Quickbrush, 19:45:10 02/29/04 Sun Sits down at an oar and places Fuzzlie on the one in front Now you just stay there and do what Mr. Swift says- row. Is about to begin when Fuzzlie crawls down the side of the oar. She snatches him and sticks him in her pocket, mutting as she tries to help out with rowing Lazy brute, won't even help row... Scowls (NT) -- Pearl, 08:49:59 03/02/04 Tue Thistle arches an eyebrow at Valenze, then resigns herself to her fate Alright, then. I'll be nearest the oar, and when I say forward, you push forward, allright? mutters things about leverage and the like (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 15:44:20 03/02/04 Tue Gizmo begins working the oar well, muttering. Yes, Gizmo knows all about leverages... That is the principle behind the smart mouse and Gizmo's ability to use the oar to propel the ship... On the smart mouse's word, Gizmo shall push forward, he shall. (NT) -- Gizmo, 20:04:34 03/02/04 Tue blinks at him You're referring to yourself in third person. This is mildly disconcerting. But I'm "smart mouse" to you, so I shouldn't complain. Forward! pushes paddle forward (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 15:11:05 03/03/04 Wed Reeds eyes shift around. Hes wondering the great question of his life. Drink or Make Mischeif. His eyes still shift. -- Reed, 18:28:23 03/03/04 Wed The ship leaves the cave slowly, and almost as if Swift is reading Reed's mind, Reed, mate... There'll be time to drink and rip up a ruckus later on when we're out on the deep waters. Right now, try an' stay sobered... At least for a bit. I promise I'll get you drunked up good later, I promise. Just grab an oar and help really quick. (NT) -- Swift, 22:48:43 03/03/04 Wed Gizmo thrusts the oar forward on Thistle's command, saying aloud. Gizmo would prefer to call the smart mouse by her name, but she doesn't tell him. He does wonder what it is, he does. He stares forward the whole while as he speaks. (NT) -- Gizmo, 22:52:10 03/03/04 Wed Rudd continues to row as he turns to Thistle. Tell him your name, mate. Can't be any harm in that can there? As an afterthought he yells over at Gizmo. Name's Rudd mate, how are ya? Rudd waves a Gizmo wih one paw. (NT) -- Rudd, 16:35:55 03/04/04 Thu Valenze rows and smiles and calls out. Row, meh 'eartehs! le's show them 'ow te realleh git a wooden cave movin! suddenly grows concerned. Ach, naw...Ah dun know whe're we'eh goin'! -- Valenze, 20:34:21 03/04/04 Thu Swift calls out to Valenze. See that ship out on the horizon? We goes where that ship goes, and I whacks its captain, and then we goes and gets a celebratory round o' drinks, all on me, and I settles my wandrin' lust and builds a nice port town and marries me gal Reedpaw and has a pair o' lovely liddle kits. That's what's gonna happen, aye! (NT) -- Swift, 22:37:37 03/04/04 Thu Gizmo looks quizically at Ruddingy. The large otter who calls himself Rudd asks Gizmo how he is. Plainly this otter must be blind, for he is not seeing that Gizmo isn't hurt or wounded and therefore fine and the question is unnecessary. But then, he knew exactly where Gizmo sat, and waved... Is this creature blind? Gizmo shall have to find out... He rows, he rows, he rows, he rows... Gizmo pushes and pulls on the oar. (NT) -- Gizmo, 22:39:54 03/04/04 Thu Thistle snorts I'm Thistle Willowsong Longfaith, pleased to meet you, I think. I could put up with you a whole lot better if you refer to yourself in first person. Smart chap like you knows what that means, I'm sure. Forward! (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 13:19:30 03/05/04 Fri Reed shakes a fist at Swift Yeh youn' Hooligan! You'll never settle tha' lus' mate, yer'll get hitched on ah bloody boat goin 40 knotsHe gives a grin, and keeps one paw rowing, the other one lights up a pipe, with lord knows what mixed with the tabacco...then rows with both paws -- Reed Streamline. The Old Bad Example., 13:24:39 03/05/04 Fri It's a friendly expression you crazed little hermit! Rudd says indignantly. Not blind at all. Where'd that come from anyway? Miss a nap or something? You appear to be a little cranky. -- Rudd, 16:53:22 03/05/04 Fri Swift grins cheekily at Reed. Shrrap, mate. Though yer probably right about the never loosin' me lust for the sea... He grins as they get out onto open waters and the wind whips his dreadlocks around. He calls out. Stow the oars, mates! Let's get the sails out and ride the winds! With that, he begins scaling the rigging, untying ropes on sails and whatnot. (NT) -- Swift, 00:39:07 03/06/04 Sat Gizmo looks around and leans in very close to Thistle. He whispers terribly quietly in her dish-shaped ear. Between you and I, miss Longfaith, I prefer to speak in the proper manner... But I find I tend to do better business and all with my more, "eccentric" side. He nods and goes back to rowing as he calls to Rudd. Rudd doesn't listen to Gizmo when he is saying that the ship is waking him up. He is likely to be cranky. (NT) -- Gizmo, 00:41:50 03/06/04 Sat dawning comprehension Ah. Well then, in that case, refer to yourself however you please, for I cannot not condone the usage of eccentricities...goes on babbling, usually using words that start with "e" Forward! (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 07:38:35 03/07/04 Sun Gizmo nods as he rows along with Thistle. Meanwhile, Swift is undoing the rigging all by his oneses, and muttering about it. Blimey... Ship's steerbeast is havin' t'do the riggin's on a ship.... S'not right... All by his oneses... (NT) -- Swift, 15:48:58 03/08/04 Mon Rudd grumbles and looks up towards the tiller, he lets out a shocked yell and dives towards it. You flippin buffoon! Try roping the wheel to something next time you deside to go for a climb! He makes a rude hand gesture in Swift's direction and jumps on the tiller, attempting to wrestle it back to the right direction. (NT) -- Rudd, 17:12:11 03/08/04 Mon Naw, then, why ah weh chasin tha' thar boat? Wot's so special bou' et? -- Valenze, 20:12:20 03/08/04 Mon Swift sighs and leaps off of the mast, landing heavily on Rudd, and flattening the large otter under his elbow. He stands up and brushes himself off, muttering. A steersbeast wouldn't have to abandon the tiller if his shipmates, namely one overly large hulking beast of a sea otter, would do their jobs... I'll take that tiller, thanks. He grasps it in his paws and steers it back easily enough. He speaks to Valenze. Well, see, there's a right whacko aboard that ship by name o' Warpeye. It's the whole revenge bit. He slaughtered my holt and now that I've a chance to get revenge, I'm not gonna let him go 'til I've spilt his weaselly black guts out all over. Now... He notices Pearl and her "fuzzlie" for the first time. Oi... Pearl... Uh... That, erm, green thing... Uh... Why are you talking to it? Never mind... Don't answer... Just... Help this dope here, Kicks Rudd. and get the rigging done down. (NT) -- Swift, 23:16:27 03/08/04 Mon Rudd kicks back at Swift. Right! I think a demotion's in order! For mouthin off and committing acts of violence towards a superior officer I demote you to deck swabber! Kicks out at Swift again. Now get goin and find yourself a mop to be swabbin with! (NT) -- Rudd, 19:49:43 03/09/04 Tue Swift glares and kicks Rudd in the ribs. Deck swabber!? Pah! If I don't steer this ship, then we'll go flyin' off to the moon. I'm not demoted, you junky otter you. He keeps the tiller steadily following the dot far off near the horizon. Oi, mates... We needs a new cook. As I recall, I was lookout and cook last time. Now we needs us a cook. Any volunteers? (NT) -- Swift, 15:05:49 03/10/04 Wed Rudd considers this for a moment. Aye, your probably right, and I'm not plannin to go to the moon anytime, so instead of not being demoted, I promote you from deck swabber back to your previous rank and title. He nods approvingly at his own statement and starts heading up the rigging. Come on Pearl, lets get going, no time to lose and all! Gotta get the sails out so we can move a tad faster! (NT) -- Rudd, 17:09:16 03/10/04 Wed Valenze stands up from his bench and begins lumbering off. Ah s'pose Ah c'n trah te mix up somma'... -- Valenze, 17:31:20 03/10/04 Wed Looks up at Swift's comment, then gets up at Rudd's, carefully taking out the green-painted beetle. On her way to Rudd she holds the beetle up in front of Swift's face See, in'nt 'e cute? And his name isn't Green Thing, 'tis The Evil Green Fuzzlie of Doom, for his proper title. He's my mama's best friend's uncle's granddaughter's best friend's cousin. I'm taking care of him as a favor. Nodds, then lowers him ceremoniously into her pocket and follows Rudd to the sails Yes, Fuzzlie, this si a boat. NO, I'm not going to let you fall into the water. Oh, stop being such a fool, be quiet. And stop wriggling, for the sake of the Bread People! Rolls her eyes, then awaits Rudd's telling her what to do while he does somehting else so she doesn't do something he planned to do and get in a tangle. By the way, I'm a paradoxal oxymoron. I'm very useful on ships like these, yes, with my oxymoronic ways... (NT) -- Pearl, 17:54:47 03/10/04 Wed Rudd fiddles around with some surpriingly complicated knots. Alright Pearl, we're gonna untie these knots and unfurls the sails and tie some other stuff down. Basically we're playing around with some rope. Now lets get at it! He frows at the knots infront of him and concentrates real hard on untying it. Who ties a knot this tight, I mean honestly if this were a life or death situation whoever tied this knot would've sealed our fates in a bad way. And that's just not very decent at all. I mean come on, care a little, am I right? (NT) -- Rudd, 19:12:15 03/11/04 Thu OOC: "frowns" not "frows" I'm just saying that because "frows" actually sort of looks like a word, so I meant "frowns". (NT) -- Rudd, 19:13:42 03/11/04 Thu Swift nods at Valenze. Aye mate, get us some good eats. And Pearl... Uhm... Uh. Yeah. He just glances at her pocket and goes back to his steering. OOC: I'm going to be gone for a few days, and Thistle's already gone, and Rudd's absorbed with FF XII, so this one's going to slow down a bit. (NT) -- Swift, 15:45:04 03/13/04 Sat In the kitchen, Valenze lights a fire (carefully, of course!), sets a potful of water on it to boil, and begins tossing anything that comes to paw into the water. -- Valenze, 20:46:03 03/15/04 Mon Swift yawns. Right mates... 'Tis powerful borin'... Who wants a song? I can sing one if no one's got objections! (NT) -- Swift, 08:53:33 03/23/04 Tue Meanwhile, Pearl is attacking the rope Grah! Hissclawscratchbareteeth* Kill... rope... knots... must... die... Finally, by miracle, manages to loosen one to the point which it could come undone, and holds up the two pieces proudly Heheh... that probably would have been faster if I hadn't attacked it, huh... Sheepish grin (NT) -- Pearl, 11:16:00 03/23/04 Tue Rudd yanks on his rope madly until it comes undone and he falls off the mast in mid yank. Nooooooooot gooood! He yells as he tightens his grip on the rope. He screeches to a halt just above the deck as the rope goes tight. Hoooooly moly! Rope Burn! Ow ow ow ow ow! He hops up and down around the deck, blowing on his hands. (NT) -- Rudd, 15:46:07 03/23/04 Tue OOC: In case it hasn't become painfully obvios, we're running quite low on naval ideas. Other than having some sort of sea monster appear again, or finding a cannon and attempting to blast Warpeye to bits, there isn't much we can figure out to pass the time, and I think we'd all agree that those two ideas there aren't too great. So me and Swift were thinking we could do a bit of a time skip right to the point where we hit some shore. Is that alright with everyone? (NT) -- Rudd, 11:32:49 03/27/04 Sat ooc: Go for it, mates...I'm having fun massacreing random crewbeasts...but not being able to tell bout it is getting sorta sad...skip ahead to your hearts content! -- Mickle, 15:51:58 03/27/04 Sat OOC: Sounds good, Rudd! -- Thistle, 08:50:22 03/28/04 Sun

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Subject: Okay then! Sorry about the delay!
Author: Swift [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 23:35:24 04/03/04 Sat OOC: Rudd, erm... I had no contact with him for a bit. But I finally did, and we're skipping ahead now. We've arrived at a port town called Filsayesk. So, kick back and let's get back to RPing. BIC: The ship hoves into port, and Swift bounds forward onto the boardwalk. A prim looking weasel strolls up and demands a toll for docking the boat. Swift pays easily, and grins at the crew. Right mates, let's get her tied down and all and head us into a pub and get some food, sleep, and information. With that, he begins roping up the sails and tying various ropes and lowering the anchor and things of that sort.
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Valenze pops his head out from the space he'd allocated as his kitchen. Food ye seh?! Wot d'ye cah' mah e'erythin' stoo? Yeh've got sum nahve...sullenly makes his way to the dock, grumbling most of the way. -- Valenze, 19:05:31 04/05/04 Mon Rudd hops out onto the dock and looks around. Hmm, wonder where the pub'd be. Hey, do we have enough cash to get us all rooms at where ever we're going? Swift, you seem to have some cash but I'm flat out broke. He pulls out his two front pockets to show that they're empty. -- Rudd, 15:32:33 04/09/04 Fri Gizmo wanders out onto the deck, muttering about the long voyage. He blinks at the town and grins. Gizmo is glad to see a town; perhaps he can sell his goods... And with that, the shrew hops off the ship and dissappears in a crowd. (NT) -- Gizmo, 10:04:11 04/10/04 Sat Thistle watches Gizmo trot off, muttering Well, farewell to you, too. Anyway...she turns back to the rest of the group...what say we go find a place to eat and drink? under her breath Maybe they have Kareoke...she points at a tavern near the docks. It's fairly decent-looking, and it looks as if whoever maintains it tries excruciatingly hard to /keep/ it looking decent. A tidy(ish) sign proclaims: The Merrye Octopuss Inn (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 16:12:59 04/11/04 Sun Swift finishes what he's doing and hops off the boat. Hmm.... Wonder where the shrew feller went... Oh well. Grins at Thistle. If they got Kareoke, I'm a gonna do a bit... I likes t'sing... Come on mates, let's head on in there. With that, the tall otter strolls off to the Merrye Octopuss Inn. (NT) -- Swift, 18:18:39 04/11/04 Sun Rudd and Fik exchange nervous glances. I hope you don't mind but if you're doin Kareoke, we're goin to find a shop. Need to get a map or two I'd say, maybe some nice food, I'm gonna get myself a new blade I think. Rudd explains and they run off. (NT) -- Rudd and Fik, 13:38:16 04/12/04 Mon Valenze looks at The Merrye Octopuss Inn and mutters. Weel, Ah 'ope tha' theh 'ave a coupla gamblin' games goin ahn... -- Valenze, 14:51:13 04/13/04 Tue The group walks into the Merrye Octopuss. Coom on oover here than! The huge headgehog barkeep calls to them immediatly. Make yoor order an siddown! I'm expectin some very fine company shoortly! -- The Huge Hedgehog Barkeep, 17:41:53 04/15/04 Thu A hoarse voice shouts from the darkened corner at the Huge Hedgehog Barkeep. OI! Whattye think yer yellin' 'bout for? The voice is slurred as if drunk. Whar's that fossker? Thart Zesty Marnsam ladyfossker! She's the only one's nice to me... All b'czz I mizssed m'ship! Well, I'll show you all! The sound of a mug crashing echoes through the bar. I WANT ZEST MANSAM! I WANT-- With a loud thud, the creature passes out. It slips out of its seat and thuds again as it hits the floor. The creature happens to be a sailorish looking mouse, who's currently lying unconscious on the floor. (NT) -- Drunken Mouse, 22:58:11 04/15/04 Thu Valenze looks over at the drunk mouse, then picks him up. Oo's this? An' where's theh gamblin' goin on?! -- Valenze, 21:00:52 04/17/04 Sat The mouse burps and jolts awake. He glares at Valenze. Yer a fossker, butcha ain't ZEST! ZEST MANSAM! HE'S ROUGHIN' ME UP, TAKE HIS PAWS AN' HIS CLAWS AN' HIS JAWS AN' ANYTHIN' ELSE! ZEST MANSAM! I WANT THE OWNER O' THIS ESTABLISHINGMENT! He flails wildly in Valenze's grip. (NT) -- Drunken Mouse, 10:50:00 04/18/04 Sun A stout foxlady walks in--or more accurately, stomps in, yelling at the top of her lungs I LEAVE YOU IN CHARGE F'R FIVE MINUTES, AN' I GET CHAOS, STUPID 'OG! shoves the hog roughly out of the way, grabbing her sabre off its wall sheath and muttering curses to high heavens Burloody stupid 'edge'og...can't f'r the life o' me see why I 'ired im...stomps over to Valenze and the Drunken Mouse ARRIGHT, WOT'S GOIN' ON, EH? Zest whips the sabre through the air menacingly If'n you don't DROP that mouse within FIVE SECONDS, I'll CHOP BOTH YOUR PAWS OFF. ROUGHHOUSIN' I AIN'T puttin' up with! DO YOU HEAR ME?! Five...four...three... (NT) -- Zest Mansam, 15:08:26 04/18/04 Sun Rudd strolls in, and gives a pile of neatly folded clothing and a few coins to the Huge Hedgehog now cowering in the corner. The Hedgehog nods, hands Rudd a key, and runs upstairs with the clothes. Now, whats goin on here? Rudd asks as he turns around towards the hollering fox. One of my friends being rowdy? Why don't we just put the sword down, no need to chop off any paws eh? He says as he offers Zest a couple of shiny gold coins (NT) -- Rudd, 15:34:55 04/18/04 Sun whirls on him Is this BRIBERY? angry, ice-cold glare at him Justice doesn't acksept money, bucko. twirls sabre And me, bein' the OWNER and BARMAID of this FINE ESTABLISHM'NT, I don't tol'rate bein' BOSSED 'ROUND. turns back to Valenze Three...two... (NT) -- Zest Mansam, 15:39:26 04/18/04 Sun Rudd pockets the money, looking a little flustered. Bribery, of course not! The thought of it! Me, bribing someone! I could never! I was mearly checking to see if they were really gold, one can never tell these days. Of course I wasn't bribing you! and I wasn't bossing you around, I was...... suggesting that violence may not be the best course of action here, two rongs dont make a right you know. Rudd grins and looks anywhere but at Zest. (NT) -- Rudd, 15:46:22 04/18/04 Sun Swift looks at Rudd with a face that is barely suppressing laughter. He nudges Valenze. Oi mate, I'd drop the mouse if I were you... Y'saw the way that the fox put Rudd in line... She looks particly ferocious. I wouldn't doubt her, mate. Just... Drop the mousey... (NT) -- Swift, 16:39:24 04/18/04 Sun Valenze hurriedly drops the no longer unconscious mouse unceremoniously to the ground. Ah wasn' ruffhousin! Ah was makin sher tha' 'e wasn'...ah...robbed whahl 'e was unconscers! -- Valenze, 19:28:37 04/18/04 Sun The mouse howls as he hits the ground. Torture and pain! I'm broke! The evil robber was gonna rob me pants off, and then he chucks me through the floorboards! Take his jaws, Zest, take his jaws!!! Serve him right! (NT) -- Drunken Mouse, 00:26:45 04/19/04 Mon Thistle eyes them all, snorting back laughter at Zest's attitude...Zest, however, is looking particularly ferocious Ah'll belive you Mister Fox...fer now. Mebbe just a warning nick...slashes at Valenze's paw, aiming only to just cut its surface and draw a smidgeon of blood (NT) -- Zest an' Thistle, 17:47:44 04/19/04 Mon Valenze tries to pull his paw back, but doesn't quite get it back far enough. He looks at the resulting cut in surprise. Ye cu' meh! way' a minuh...et didn' 'urt! Tha's a mighteh shahp sward ye got theah...* Valenze reaches into his pocket and pulls out a coin.* Can Ah ge' a drink naw? -- Valenze, 21:07:41 04/19/04 Mon Fik comes hurtling into the bar, nearly taking the door off it's hinges. He's carrying a rather large sack over his back which he promptly chucks into the corner by the stairs. He slams the door shut and rushes to the nearest table, grabbing each of the chairs around it in turn and hurling them at the door before dragging the table over and adding it to the heaping pile of furniture. Fik does this to three more tables and all the chairs around them. This tires the shrew out and he sits for a moment, breathing heavily. Once he's gotten his breath back he runs off to the corner to retrive his bag, then he runs upstairs with it. -- Fik, 16:23:53 04/20/04 Tue Swift watches Fik. Er... What? He then slowly looks at Rudd. He speaks in a slow, low, slightly dangerous tone to Rudd. What... Did he... Do... Rudd? (NT) -- Swift, 23:40:19 04/20/04 Tue Rudd's eyes go rather wide. Uhh, heh heh.... Remeber earlier how I mentioned being broke? Well, it turns out Fik is a rather good pickpocket, that's how we managed to buy all this armour. Fik got himself a nice new weapon too.. He grins nervously and adds another chair to the pile. (NT) -- Rudd, 17:03:13 04/21/04 Wed Valenze looks over at Rudd in alarm. An' oo's pocke' did 'e pick? -- Valenze, 20:49:21 04/23/04 Fri Well it's not just one person he stole from you see, more like several, or crowds, or.. masses, or mobs even. I was tellin him the whole time that it wasn't a good plan, but he just wouldn't listen. -- Rudd, 14:41:08 04/24/04 Sat As if in response, a loud hammering can be heard on the door, followed by a gruff voice. OI! We saw the shrew run in here! Bring 'im out! (NT) -- Mob, 23:29:45 04/26/04 Mon there is a crash, and a semi-drunk reed busted through the window. Reed jumps up and shakes off his new-ish crimson silk shirt, and grins. The torch is still in one paw, he swing down more rum, while still smoking his pipe. He laughs at the looks on the folks faces. And bows down Weel noh, niz teh sees yous �ere -- The Infamous Reed Streamline, 08:51:27 04/27/04 Tue Valenze takes a table and carries it to the window. He leans it against the table and turns to look at Fik. Ow' much did ye take? Tha' cro'ad soun's lahk et mehns bizness! -- Valenze, 14:31:24 04/28/04 Wed Fik takes several small pouches out of the large sack he'd carried in earlier. He pours the contents of one of them onto the table, a lot of very valuable looking coins fall out of the pouch onto the table. About that times.... He counts the pouches. thirteen. -- Rudd, 16:35:17 04/28/04 Wed Rudd yells towards the door in a very low burly voice. No shrews in here! You must be mistaken! Try the place next door maybe? -- Rudd, 16:36:56 04/28/04 Wed Swift looks panicked at first, but catches on and begins yelling back in a similar voice to Rudd's as he makes his way to the door and leans his weight upon it. Oh yeah, yeah! Aye! There ain't no shrews in 'ere. There was one went runnin' down t'road 'ways, an' he wanned t'ide 'ere, but we says to him we says, "No sir we don't 'arbor crimnals we're 'onest beasts not t'get mixed up wit' th'likes o you!" That's what we says an' 'e off an runned up the roadways aways. Aye, s'truth an' I swears on me mater's everlastin' soul! (NT) -- Swift, 17:29:29 04/28/04 Wed The drunk mouse on the floor looks up at the sound of Reed crashing through the window. He frowns at the eccentric otter. Blimey... Looks like they're comin' in, th' mob is... Wunner where that shrew is... The gold hitting the table captures his attention next. He blinks a little blearily at it and says in a voice rather too loud for the occasion. Oi, there's another shrew right here's got a lot o' gold on 'im... Maybe if we give some t'those beasts outside they'd stop a hammerin' an' a bangin' on th'doors. Let's gimmem th'gold c'mon! Be a nice shrew an' take pity on a woebegone sailor such's m'self! (NT) -- Drunken Mouse, 17:33:57 04/28/04 Wed Puts weight onto the table 'Ay, Swift, Wanna share a'h' Cocktail!?hehehe whips out a glass bottle, half full with booze -- Reed, 18:11:36 04/28/04 Wed The door shudders heavily from what appears to be a rather strong blow. A familiar voice of a crazed shrew inventor sounds from outside. THE THIEF TOOK MY GOLD I EARNED FROM MY DEVICES! THOSE WERE GENUINE GIZMO'S GIZMOS AND I DESERVE THAT GOLD! (NT) -- Gizmo and the mob, 13:53:34 04/29/04 Thu Swift gulps, throws his weight against the door, and swipes the bottle from Reed. After chugging a generous amount of the cocktail, he tosses the bottle back. I suppose you had a bit o' a fun time too while Moron-Shrew-Brains there was thievin'? The door shudders again and Swift braces harder against it. Zest! We got an alternate escape route out o' here or summat? (NT) -- Swift, 13:56:55 04/29/04 Thu Fik piles the gold back into the empty puch and chucks all the small bags of gold back into the giant sack. Moron-Shrew-Brains is it? I'm lookin out for the good of the group! If I hadn't taken this we'd all be painfully poor! Now quit blamin me for this situation and lets get out a back window or somethin! He heaves the sack over his shoulder (NT) -- Fik, 16:23:49 04/29/04 Thu Zest, meanwhile, is berating someone for loitering. Only at the call of her name does she realize what's going on...and then there's TROUBLE. HOI! WHADDAYOU THINK YOU'RE DOIN' IN MY BAR, EH? YOU GET OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW, UNLESS YOU PLAN T' PAY FER WHAT YOU'VE RUINED! Thistle stops chatting obliviously to a young, rather frightened hedgehog. She stares blankly at Zest for a moment, then scurries upright and scrambles to help Swift with the door. I may be a mousemaid, but I'm strong! Well, no, not really. Or even very brave. But I do have an imagination! (NT) -- Thistle and Zest, 14:30:37 04/30/04 Fri Stares at Swift, with jaw dropped As in Moltov Cocktail.... -- Reed, 15:29:15 04/30/04 Fri Swift lets out a deep, suppressed burp. Oh, that explains why't'weren't so tasty... He lets out another deep, suppressed burp. Here's hopin' they don't shoot a lad with a fire arrow, eh? Swift looks at Zest as the door shudders again. Now marm, I've already got a plan t'get us outta yore fur. I just needs ye t'provide us with a back exit. (NT) -- Swift, 20:44:22 04/30/04 Fri Rudd grins at Swift and hollers out the window. Stop this instant! We've got a rather large otter here who has just consumed a rather explosive substance! If you do not stop slamming this door we will be forced to light him on fire and chuck him at you! (NT) -- Rudd, 20:50:07 05/01/04 Sat Valenze ducks as a rock flies past the table he was holding up to the table. Ah dun' theen' tha' we 'ave much tahm... Kin we 'urreh? -- Valenze, 20:55:12 05/01/04 Sat The mouse looks around and slowly realizes what's going on. Oi! You're the beasts they're lookin' for! He pauses for a moment, then looks at Zest. Marm Zest? Z'it okay if'n I takes these beasts out o' 'ere an' goes wid 'em? P'raps they'll take me somewheres there's a ship f'r me t'sail on... (NT) -- Drunken Mouse, 20:56:15 05/02/04 Sun Zest snorts at the mouse Do wotever you like, kiddo. I'm notcher keeper! she whips back to Swift Back exit, eh? Down that corridor, take a left, an' there's a door! Now, GIT, RABBLEROUSERS! I'll stay here an' deal wi' these loonies at the door. polishes sabre on her skirt (NT) -- Zest Mansam, 13:53:19 05/04/04 Tue Swift burps and tips his hat at Zest. Much obliged, marm. FIK! He glares at the shrew. Yore gonna leave that bag o' stuff behind here for all them beasts to recover. I don't wanna hear y'gripe an' moan none about it neither. Y'messed up our chances fer gatherin' info off any o' these beasts here as t'the whereabouts o' Warpeye an' Mickle, so this is what y'get. The door shudders heavily and Swift looks at the crew. We're headin' inland from here, an' lay low for a bit. Ask for some info off some o' the beasts as live on the outskirts o' town. Sound peachy wid everone? He looks at the Mouse. Dunno yore name, but lead on. I'll hang back 'ere for a mo' t'help out s'much as I can. Get goin'! (NT) -- Swift, 14:31:43 05/04/04 Tue The mouse hiccups as he kisses Zest on the cheek. Thankee marm fer takin' care o' me! C'mon mates, let's head outta here! With that, the mouse runs to the corridor, turning around and gesturing wildly/drunkenly for the crew to follow. (NT) -- Drunken Mouse, 16:36:05 05/05/04 Wed Valenze drops the table and runs after the Drunken Mouse, tossing Zest a coin as he passes. Ah thankee fah th' 'ospitalty, lassie. Ah'll coom bah lateh te 'ave tha' drink! -- Valenze, 21:12:17 05/06/04 Thu While Rudd runs upstairs quickly to get his things, Fik gives Swift a very mean glare. He grumbles a little and then takes the puches of money out of the bag and puts them on the table. That's all I'm leavin! None of the rest of this is there's anyway! I'll need it! -- Fik, 15:40:57 05/07/04 Fri Swift glares hard right back at the shrew, growling. If there's anythin' not left as supposed t'be left... Well, y'know fully well what I'm capable. And I'd bet I could get Rudd t'help. He seems t'love helpin' me teach you lessons. Wicked grin. Now get movin'... I dunno how much longer I can hold th' door... (NT) -- Swift, 00:02:26 05/08/04 Sat OOC: Rudd, check Ibeile. Things are moving again. (NT) -- Swift, 00:11:26 05/08/04 Sat Qives a questionable look Whattd'y'yeh wan' meh te'h do? -- Reed, 16:01:25 05/09/04 Sun Swift looks at Reed. Mate... I know you're drunk bad... But honestly... Get outta here! Foller that mouse outta here. (NT) -- Swift, 22:46:49 05/09/04 Sun OOC: Swift, My MSN's on the fritz, I completely lost my favorites list. I can't for the life of me think up the probably long and complicated url of that board. Mind giving it to me? And going on AOL a little more often? (NT) -- Rudd, 17:16:30 05/11/04 Tue ooc: http://www.voy.com/151033/pub/login.html there you go, Rudd...I was on, and had a bit o' time to give ye this! -- Mickle, 21:10:33 05/11/04 Tue OOC: Thanks a bunch Mick! BIC: Rudd comes flying down the stairs with his bag of purchased stuff. Noticing the others following the mouse out back he runs after them, hollering like mad. Outta my way you fools! We've gotta get outta here! Large, bag weilding otters first, followed by women and children! Outta my way I say! -- Rudd, 16:05:14 05/12/04 Wed The mouse slams through the door leading out to the back. The crew finds itself in an alley. The mouse sways drunkenly and looks around. So... Any you know where we go now we're outside? (NT) -- The Drunken Mouse, 22:26:04 05/14/04 Fri Rudd stops swinging the bag around to think for a moment. Anywhere out of the city'd seem like a good place to me. (NT) -- Rudd, 14:01:46 05/16/04 Sun Thistle shrugs We could go back to the ship until things blow over...Zest seems like a capable vixen. If a bit...ah...violent...She peeks around the corner of the building Oh, yes, riot's still on...aaah, look at Zest go, whacking and stabbing and...euurgh...that's shocking...quickly turns back to everyone (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 15:48:25 05/18/04 Tue Swift's alchohol and now explosive fluid laced voice comes from behind the group. Aye... I offered to help out that crazy fossker... But she went nuts and threw me out the window, screamin' about bein' a lead rabble rouser an' I was lucky she didn't take me paws an all that fun stuff... But in regards to Thistle's suggestion... I suppose we could do that... I mean, all their stuff should be in there... Glares at Fik. I don't think they'll be comin' lookin' for us anywheres for too long... 'Specially after Zest, er, settles 'em. I expect we'd be able to walk around in town again an' they'd all leave us alone if we just laid low for a bit on the ship... Asides... I think I left some o' me stuff back there. (NT) -- Swift, 15:55:31 05/18/04 Tue The Drunken Mouse leaps up and clings to Ruddingy's tunic. YOU GOT A SHIP!?!?!? He starts wildly trying to shake Rudd, and after he can't budge the large otter, he gives up and kisses Thistle's paw gallantly. Madam, you've made me a happy liddle beast. Let's get to that ship please? I can't wait t'get on the ocean! (NT) -- The Drunken Mouse, 15:59:46 05/18/04 Tue Rudd crowches down so that he's face to face with the Drunken Mouse. YOU GOT A NAME???!?! He hollers. Cause we wont be taken aboard anybeast who hasn't identified themselves. Have to make sure you aren't some horrible criminal of legendary reputation or something along those lines. (NT) -- Rudd, 16:42:21 05/19/04 Wed Fik sticks his tongue out at Swift. You're just mad cause I only shared the cash with Rudd. You all would've gotten some if you'd helped out! (NT) -- Fik, 16:43:25 05/19/04 Wed The mouse's eyes unfocus as he looks at Rudd. Wha--? Name...? He clutches his head and shakes it around, then moans. Argh... Need t'lay off th' ale... He blinks a couple of times, then takes Rudd's paw, shaking it heartily. Name o' Dirmby Whitlock Pembrook, mate. I'm just a mouse from accross the sea who's missed his ship home. Sorry 'bout not introducin' m'self earlier... Been havin' a rough day... But c'mon! Let's get to your ship! With that, the mouse takes off for the docks, his wooden clogs clip clopping all the way. (NT) -- Dirmby, 21:46:29 05/20/04 Thu Rudd nods approvingly. Alright then Dirmby, pleased t'meet ya! Now... He scratches his head and looks around, hoping to get a glimpse of the ocean. Well, our boats in the water. Lets be off! He adjusts his hat and waits for someone else to point him in the direction of the sea. (NT) -- Rudd, 14:29:51 05/25/04 Tue Swift turns Rudd about and shoves him forward. Foller the mouse, mate, I think he knows where he's goin'. The tall otter plows along after Dirmby, and has to catch the mouse as he was about to tear past the ship. Swift tosses Dirmby up into the ship and waits for the others to arrive. (NT) -- Swift, 14:46:22 05/26/04 Wed Rudd arrives at the ship a moment later. Sorry 'bout that, didn't even notice the little fella run off. He says to no one in particular as he climbs up on deck (NT) -- Rudd, 15:18:22 05/27/04 Thu Valenze's axe flies up over the rail and lands next to Dirmby. It is followed by Valenze clumsily clambering over the rail. Ah thain' theh' mahb 'as stopped chaisin' us fah theh momen'! Whah's theh res' o' theh croo? -- Valenze, 20:00:26 05/31/04 Mon Swift paces. I dunno, mate Valenze... I dunno... Glad t'see y'made it, though... Didn't get mauled by the mob? (NT) -- Swift, 17:12:59 06/04/04 Fri Rudd gets bored with pacing around the deck, so he leans on the railing. Oi! What's keepin you lot!!?? He hollers at the town. (NT) -- Rudd, 08:32:09 06/05/04 Sat Thistle trots on board, humming I'll stay up here. What way to keep them off guard than an innocent mousemaid? And a pretty one, too! smirk Nah, I'm not that arrogant. You just get down there and I'll keep watchamalookoutthingy and be all innocent and perky and such. (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 14:23:01 06/05/04 Sat Reed stumbles up the gang plank (or similar), the tip of his tail on fire, and a huge grin on his face Hehehe, wana seez ah 'rick?Eh?...without warning he swigs down some rum in a fancy flask, brings the torch in which he was carrying around, and spits a stream of fire from his mouth into the air out towards the water. His grin grows even larger, if possible Lerrn'ed tha' one bac' thar', hhehehe -- Reed Streamline, 18:58:35 06/08/04 Tue Swift blinks a little. Reed mate... Yore tail's on fire... I mean, that's a wonderful trick y'got... But... Yore on fire... Dirmby, meanwhile, hops next to Thistle, trying to figure out the odd mousemaid. Blimey, darlin'... You stop talkin' ever? (NT) -- Swift and Dirmby, 16:34:38 06/09/04 Wed Rudd nods slgithly, staring at Reed's flaming tail. You wouldn't mind takin a quick dip would you mate? Just to save all our lives an such? I mean, we are on a rather large hunk of wood here... (NT) -- Rudd, 17:19:35 06/09/04 Wed Reed stares at them, like they're seeing things Wha' in der he--Youch!He spins quickly around, trying to snag his tail to put it out, but ends up falling into the shallows. Wet and soggy, but still stupidly grinning, he returns -- Reed, 15:57:44 06/10/04 Thu A mob of random beasts shows up on the pier and moves toward the ship. Swift draws a breath and his sword, ready to go down fighting. But the mob stops short of the ship, and a random mole saunters up, tipping his hat politely at the crew. Burr, we'm jurst warnned t'sai that we'm gortted all th' oitems recorvered, arnd thar's no 'ord feelin's, burr aye. You'm can all come barck now'm, jurst pervoidin's you'm doan't bee's stealin' agaimn, hurr hurr hurr. And with some mutters of agreement, the mob moves off. Swift blinks and looks at the crew. Uhm... What just happened...? Dirmby pipes up. Mayhap t'were Zest! She's great at calmin' beasts y'know. Mayhap she threatened t'chop off all their paws if they didn't back off! (NT) -- Swift, mob, mole, and Dirmby, 23:09:15 06/12/04 Sat Rudd grins. Sounds like somethin she would've done, doesn't it? Course I'm not really wantin to go back there, seeing as we trashed the place and all. I mean.... I'm quite fond of my paws you know. (NT) -- Rudd, 15:19:54 06/13/04 Sun Valenze looks about. Sha' weh beh movin' about nah? -- Valenze, 19:05:46 06/17/04 Thu Thistle is still talking, albeit quietly...something to do with gold and silver. She nods at Valenze I think it'd be best if we start along now...if /somebeasts/--glare at Fik--would kindly keep their paws to themselves. (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 16:44:02 06/20/04 Sun Fik looks absolutely shocked. I was only stealin that stuff to help us all out! How dare you accuse me of theivery?!? I was just borrowing because I was in need! If your family was starvin, and there was a loaf of bread in their kitchen, would you steal it to feed them? Fik looks quite pleased with this argument and hops off the boat onto the dock below (NT) -- Fik, 09:54:59 06/22/04 Tue Thistle rolls her eyes You know, stealing a loaf of bread could land one in jail for nineteen years. (OOC: Sorry...vague Les Miserables reference I couldn't resist...) (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 10:10:14 06/22/04 Tue Reed grins, and uses his sauve voice, before breaking out into manical laughter Well, meh love, 'ow d'you think i came to be with all o' dis nice things i got, and deh wonnerfull rep i have today..Breaks out into manical laughter jus' kiddin' bout the love part -- Reed, 13:16:11 06/22/04 Tue Dirmby walks up next to Reed and elbows him in the ribs while winking. Well, I ain't jokin' about it... Oi! Miz Thizz love! Wait for yore gallant sailormouse! The mouse hops off the ship and lands next to Thistle in a bow. Would you mind accompanyin' a scruffy fella such as m'self on this journey? I have in my posession vast knowledge of locales of fine dining, clothing, and entertainment. Shall we? (NT) -- Dirmby, 21:19:32 06/22/04 Tue Swift chuckles and walks up next to Reed. You and Fik are a right pair o' twits, didja know? He leans in closer to the otter and says in a low voice. But ain't nobeast as twitty as Fik... Now c'mon. Let's see if'n we can earn some gold th' good ol' fashioned way... Gamblin'. He hops off the ship and leans against a random barrel. He grins and says smoothly to Thistle and Dirmby. Well, Thistle's naturally the smartest here, and has knowledge of directions unimagined to normal beasts. And young Dirmby seems smitten with our maid, not to mention he's got his own knowledge o' this town. So why don't you two lead us around? (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 21:24:29 06/22/04 Tue Brilliant! Thistle sweeps a curtsey to Dirmby, and nods at Swift You're bright as well, for recognizing my scintillating intelligence. But just in case, you might want to stick to gambling in games of /luck/, not skill...ahem Anyway. To find a Gambling Establishemente. Well, Dirmby, lead on, as you know this town better than me. Though that's only because I've been here just a few hours, of course...she trots in front of Dirmby--/obviously/ intending for him to lead... -- Thistle the Odd, 19:25:05 06/23/04 Wed Reed gets s puzzled look on his face as he digs through his haversack, then pulls out a very, very crude twist of tabacco(sp). He lights it on a random toarch, and sticks it in his mouth. Thinking for a second, he says softly Yeh k'h'o i'h thin' i'h gots meh 'ome town 'round down sout' fro' 'ere....he suddenly cheers up, remembering gambling, another habit. Hehehe, letss Roll! tinkers with some bone dice in his paw from a random pouch -- Reed Streamline., 19:35:31 06/24/04 Thu Swift pauses and backtracks to Reed. Mate... Did you say you got a 'ometown aroun' 'ere? He gapes. Why... I never... Reed Streamline... A 'ometown... I guess it makes sense, but I dunno.... I'd always just pictured ye as a rovin' vagabond pirate mercenary yore 'ole life... Well, I think we're gonna 'ave te swing by yore place then. Just because we can. Now quick, let's foller the mouse an' see if we kin find some pigeons t'swindle, heh heh heh... He pats the smaller otter on the shoulder and calls, Oi Dirmby! Lead on, mate! An' don't ferget t'take yore lovely liddle flower Thistle 'long with ye t'some fancy restaurant! (NT) -- Swift, 22:28:21 06/24/04 Thu Dirmby strolls next to Thistle, ignoring the comments from Swiftstream. He grins at Thistle. Oh aye, I'm sure one with such a brain capacity as yourself'd quickly find your way around easy enough. I mean, you are prob'ly the smartest mousess alive, I'd wager. Prob'ly too good for a scruffy type such's m'self, but nonetheless I'll show ye a good time. He pauses. Erm, not a typical sailor good time, mind. A proper good time. And, erm... The angry shrew feller over there... He ain't gonna steal no more, right? (NT) -- Dirmby, 22:32:35 06/24/04 Thu Reed scratches his head Well, et 'pends h'on wat yer sayin' mate.. h'I was really teh say, Birthtown, er somethin'...but 'bout maybe, in der middle o' the coast lies an ol' ol' Fortress- Morador Rocha..he grins...Burnt et up, bes' i coul' when things went sout' and a revolution started...Hehehe -- Reed Streamline, 11:50:57 06/25/04 Fri Thistle grins wickedly If he does steal anymore, he'll learn a lot more about geology than he ever wanted. Mind you, I won't throw /too/ big rocks at him...walks along the street, examining store fronts and analyzing the locals Hmmm...gambling, gambling...Dirmby, do you know of any places? (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 08:03:20 06/27/04 Sun Fik slows down a bit until everyone's passed him, then picks up a large rock. He grins to himself and aims it at the back of Thistle's head, his tongue sticking out slightly due to his intense concentration(sp?). He goes to chuck the rock at her but it flies out of his paw as he swings his arm backwards. He sighs loudly and runs to the front of the group. Course for gamblin we ought to head to a nice dingy inn. Any nice dingy inns round here Dirmb? Not icludin that one we just came from mind you, I'd rather not run into that fox again, no sir! Anyway, nice, dingy inns..... maybe with access to a cellar..... or some kind of drinking establishment.... hmm.... He gets lost in his own thoughts (NT) -- Fik, 11:38:13 06/28/04 Mon Rudd scratches his head in a confused sort of way. Why would we want to swindel pigeons? They're the last ones that'd have any money, wouldn't you think? I mean, lets swindel some hedgehogs, or foxes maybe, but pigeons? I dont even know if there'd be any pigeons near by.... Does anyone see a large tower? That's where they'd be.... Still don't know why you'd wan to swindel pigeons though... Sometime's you're quite hard to understand Swift, has anyone ever told you that? (NT) -- Rudd, 11:40:54 06/28/04 Mon Swift rolls his eyes at Ruddingy. Rudd? Have ye ever met a pigeon? Have ye ever seen one? They're from big fancy towns an' they're loaded with riches. Now, ye can rob them, for sure, but it's much more fun t'gamble the pants off 'em. Literally. Heh heh heh... He takes out a flask and sips daintily from it. (NT) -- Swift, 15:59:03 06/28/04 Mon Dirmby grins as he leads them down a alley. Oh aye, a nice place... Just on the other side 'ere... They exit the alley and find themselves facing a rather large mansion, with primly dressed beasts moving in and out, including a pigeon or two. May I present to you all, the Pink Clamshell; finest dining and gaming in the port town o' Filsayesk. Entry is a bit tricky, though. He points at the dozing ferret, clutching a list in his paws. Gotta be on th' guest list t'get in. (NT) -- Dirmby, 16:03:10 06/28/04 Mon Thistle grins rakishly No problem there. You all distract the servants somehow, I'll write us onto the guest list. Forgery is a talent of mine! (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 10:51:14 06/29/04 Tue Smirks Shoul' tha' beh a job fer Reed and 'is breeches?Chuckles at a memory of a wedding -- Reed Streamline, 12:32:49 06/29/04 Tue Swift chuckles. Mate... We need t'get ye in... An' that won't... Save them antics for when we're inside, heh heh heh... But as for other diversionary tactics that won't get us thrown in jail... Hrm... Scratches his chin. Too bad we don't have us a female ferrettess t'flirt with th' guard while we pilfers the list... Any ideas, chaps? (NT) -- Swift, 10:19:11 06/30/04 Wed Points at Fik Wes can dress 'im up 'ike a'h' lady ferret! -- Reed, 10:34:17 06/30/04 Wed Ah, but see, I'm a shrew. Fik says, nodding sagely. Now if Mickle were about.... He looks around hopefully. He'd make a good lady ferret. He's a ferret already for cryin out loud... -- Fik, 12:45:08 06/30/04 Wed OOC: WHAGH! I JUST SPENT 15 MINUTES CRAFTING A POST AND IT DIDN'T POST! (NT) -- Swift, 22:01:12 06/30/04 Wed Swift nods sagely at Fik. Aye.... Aye, that'd be a great plan, Fik... As he continues to speak, his voice slowly gains a more falsely hearty tone, however. Tell you what, why don't you see about trackin' him down? Last I saw he was sailin' off with Warpeye as his personal killin' machine. He continues nodding sagely in mockery of the shrew. Yeah... Why don't you track down their crew? Then ye can kill the crew, kill Warpeye, and then try to ask Mick nicely if he'd stop bein' a crazed maniacal murder machine an' put on a dress so's we can get into a fancy club. Aye, I think that'd work well. He suddenly grabs the shrew and looks around frantically. Quick! Where's a dress? Fik can play a stumped ferretladytype! (NT) -- Swift, 22:07:55 06/30/04 Wed Errr...Err...Reed spins around a couple of times, dashes over to Thistle daintly peeks in her haversack, dashes back and points out various lady-folks wearing dresses Thars one, yellow too! Oh! Anodder one, tis Pink! Oh, aye, pink'd brin' out Fiks' eyes! -- Reed...Sandybanks...coughStreamlinecough, 09:46:57 07/01/04 Thu Thistle crosses her arms and eyes them I know what you're thinking...I'm not averse to it, but you must /promise/ you won't muck it up. sigh I've an extra dress back on the boat. Thank goodness it's not my favorite...it should fit Fik...I think he'll look /lovely/ in drag. cackles mischievously (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 09:47:52 07/01/04 Thu OOC: Sorry Reed, it was late, I was tired, and I was confusing your last name with someone else's... Honestly! I did know it was Streamline! I guess it was just some crazed slip... (NT) -- Swift the moronic., 11:15:31 07/01/04 Thu Dirmby looks around and puts a paw to his lips. Shshshshshhhhh! Keep down the ruckus... We're bound t'get noticed if we get too loud. Now... We need someone to run back to the ship and get the dress... Anyone up for it? (NT) -- Dirmby, 11:24:11 07/01/04 Thu ((OOC: no harm done, rather funny, kind of)) BIC: Reed chuckles h'I 'ope tis pink! -- Reed, 13:17:45 07/01/04 Thu Valenze finally shuffles into the alley, his axe still slung over his shoulder. Wot's theh plan? -- Valenze, 09:12:31 07/02/04 Fri Dirmby sighs. Never mind, I'll do it! And seconds later, he's a speedy little clip-clopping blur as his clogs pound the ground while he runs at high speed. A few minutes later he comes back with a pink garment wrapped a couple of times around his middle. He grins as he unwinds it into a pretty dress. Well mates? Think he can pull off lady ferret type? And with that, he begins cramming the dress over Fik's head. He speaks with ill concealed glee as he forces the garment down. Don't struggle, mate! Ye'll ruin the dress and then not only will we all be mad that ye failed at getting us in, but Miss Thistle there'll be double-mad because ye ruined her dress! (NT) -- Dirmby, 21:49:57 07/02/04 Fri Thistle nods You be careful with that dress, or I'll imagine something that I'll do. And I've got a meeean imagination. Does Fik need lessons in flirty girlishness? Thistle grins wickedly (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 09:25:50 07/03/04 Sat Reed giggles stupidly as he prances around with one paw on his hip and the other on the base of his skull. His voice is forced high like, and it cracks a couple of times Like this Mis This? -- Reed the Dainty, 16:23:31 07/04/04 Sun Fik's head pokes out of the dress and he looks miserably around at them. Never thought.... My crewmates... I can't believe it... You guys owe me one now... He sighs and skips off towards the ferret, mumbling about how it wasn't his fault Mick'd been abducted by crazies. -- Fik, 09:51:40 07/05/04 Mon OOC: Swift, seriously, go on AOL once and a while, my MSN's gone, permanentlike! -- Rudd, 09:52:54 07/05/04 Mon OOC: Well moronface, if you actually went on it now and again, you'd see that I've been on lots lately. You're too busy with your damned Final Fantasy to pop on now and again and be like, "oh look, there he is, I'll say hi." You're like, "gottalevelupgottastealgottabethenextRobinHood." So how's about you get on AOL once in a while? (NT) -- Swift, 10:33:05 07/05/04 Mon Swift whispers after Fik. Don't worry mate, I'll buy ye some drinks when we get in. Or at least a perty purse t'go with that dress. He looks at Thistle. Thistle m'darlin', mind nickin' that list for us? Me an Reed an' Rudd an' Valenze... We're all hulkin'. Not too good at sneakin'. An' Dirmby's clippin' an' cloppin' everwhere. Think ye could nip up there sharpish an' get th' list an' get our names on quickish? (NT) -- Swift, 11:17:34 07/05/04 Mon The ferret guard spies Fik and immediately springs to attention. H-How'dy'do, miz! S'fine fine weather we're 'arvin' t'dayee, innit? My you're lookin' practically sumpterfilious terdayee too, madam! He has obviously fallen for the rouse. (NT) -- The Ferret Guard., 12:24:48 07/05/04 Mon The light-fingered Thistle nods and creeps over to some bushes behind the guard, ready to snatch and forge while he's distracted (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 18:25:47 07/05/04 Mon Fik giggles girlishly and flutters his eyelashes at the ferret guard. Why you're too kind sir. And might I say, you look quite dashing in that uniform. I do enjoy a man in uniform. Fik says in a high, girly voice. (NT) -- Fik the Flirtish, 07:16:47 07/06/04 Tue OOC: Yeah, I was afraid of that Swift. Soon as I posted I was like "Wow, you haven't been on at all, you just right click Exit as a habit nowadays." Dumb old me, I figured I wouldn't say anything in case you hadn't been on lately. (NT) -- Rudd, 07:18:22 07/06/04 Tue The Ferret Guard blushes at Fik. Well, I arm wearin' this 'ere unyform... So.... I guess that makes me in unyform! He grins and he drops the list on the ground without noticing. He then strikes a bit of what he imagines to be a roguish pose, and then winks at Fik. So... Been in town for a while? I 'ope them thieves that showed up earlier din't getcher... I'd cut off that shrews paws if'n 'e did. (NT) -- The Ferret Guard., 10:43:38 07/06/04 Tue Fik tries to look shocked at the very idea of theives. Luckily I've only just gotten into town. I'm sure if any theives did show up you'd send them off though. A big man like you, why are those your biceps? They look so giant. Fik gracefully raches out and strokes the stoat's arm, giggling all the while. (NT) -- Fik, 10:58:44 07/06/04 Tue OOC: wow, I'm so dumb. Corrections for that post : big ferret (not big man), reaches (not raches), and ferret's arm (not stoat's arm). I'm just gonna go dunk my head in a bucket of water now.... Don't mind me, I'll be back in a bit. (NT) -- Fik, 11:01:31 07/06/04 Tue Thistle, seeing her chance, snatches the list and holds it up to the light, studying the print. She grabs a quill pen from near the guard (presumably, he's dropped it), and writes their names delicately...starting with her own, of course, because even in an adventure she's still Thistle. (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 11:05:43 07/06/04 Tue The ferret guard examines his claws. Well, don't mean ter brag, but I don' work out... These boulders is naturally big. He begins flexing his arms in an ill concealed fashion. (NT) -- The Ferret Guard, 12:00:16 07/06/04 Tue Fik looks very surprised at this and places his paw over his mouth in awe. You don't? Why that I find hard to believe! I dont think I've ever met such a powerful looking ferret. Or such a handsome one. He smiles and flutters his eyelashes again. (NT) -- Fik, 15:20:13 07/06/04 Tue Reed stares at Thistle, the wheels turning in his head. Patiently waiting for al the names to be down, and This to be away from the paper.The wheels continue to turn within Reeds mind, while a thing smile creeps over his face -- Reed Streamline, 17:00:21 07/06/04 Tue Valenze stares at the ferret, then looks at his axe, then back at the ferret. Ah thank tha' mah acks woulda bin ah bettah diver'sin, lads. Ah weel. suddenly looks worried Wot if'n theh ferret won' lemme in 'less Ah geeve up meh acks? -- Valenze, 08:44:34 07/09/04 Fri Thats a surprisingly good point. Rudd glances over his shoulder at his javelin. We're a bit heavily armed for a nice club, dont you think? -- Rudd, 10:06:37 07/09/04 Fri Thistle hisses to them Done! Weapons...er...lays the parchment down and sneaks back to the group, thinking Dump 'em in the bushes. And then hang a sign that says "Beware of Rotting Fruit" or manure...or something icky like that. (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 10:52:32 07/12/04 Mon Rudd nods and chucks his spear into a nearby bush. I'm no good at writing, too untidy about it. Thistle, why dont you do up the sign, seein as you're holding a pen and all? (NT) -- Rudd, 10:14:12 07/15/04 Thu Thistle nods and twirls the pen. Say...is there any place where I can get paper of some sort? Hey, there's a birch tree over there, somebody peel me off a bit! (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 12:54:30 07/16/04 Fri Swift rips off a bit of the trunk and tosses it to Thistle as he strips off his sword and stows it in the bushes. He looks around at the crew. Keep any small weapons ye got on ye, mates. Never know when ye may need them. I'm keepin' me dirk an' throwin' knives. Just stow the big stuff away. (NT) -- Swift, 15:15:41 07/16/04 Fri Dirmby strips off his shirt and the belt that holds his knives. He readjusts the belt diagonally accross his chest, stashes the knifes in it, and pulls the shirt back on. Then he begins looking around. He goes back into the alley and comes back, a bit of a stink following him. Hah! Rotten fruit! I'll just stick this with the stuff so that the effect's real. Dirmby dumps the moldy, fly ridden apples and peaches and pears in the bush with the weapons. (NT) -- Dirmby, 15:18:48 07/16/04 Fri The ferret guard puts his arm around Fik's shoulders and grins. Well me pretty, I dunno how ye came t'be that way, but ye shore are short. But that's good, because short ladies are me favorites, heh heh heh! He pauses, takes Fik's paw, and kisses it daintily. You're enchanterin', m'dear. (NT) -- The Ferret Guard, 15:20:33 07/16/04 Fri Thistle blinks as the offending stuff is dropped by the weapons ...I hope you didn't get it all over them, that would be rather nasty. gently sets her sword down under a bush, then scribbles BEWARE ROTTING, FESTERING, INSECT LARVAE BREEDING GROUND FRUIT There, I think that covers it. sticks a branch in the ground and pokes the bark sign through that, all the while giggling about how Fik makes /such/ a pretty girl (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 13:44:01 07/18/04 Sun Fik giggles and pulls his paw away from the ferret. You're too kind sir. He flutters his eyelashes. I don't think I can allow any paw kissing, however, until I at least know your name. I'm sure it's a very fitting name too, strong and sophisticated, just like you. Oh, I simply must know, what is it? (NT) -- Fik, 16:57:34 07/18/04 Sun Swift strolls up to the Ferret Guard and puts on an upper class accent. I say sir, I'm the Lord Swiftstream Brooktail, and I do believe you're barring my entry. The ferret guard looks skeptically at Swift as he steps in the otter's way. But ye don' look fancy... Swift waves his paw around dismissively. Pish tosh, if we based everything on appearances, then no one would know of this establishment, for they'd all flee from the sight of this less-than-savory port-town. Please, look on the list; I assure you I'm on there. The ferret guard picks up the list and reads off Swift's name. Well, I guess that's it then. In ye go. He moves out of the way, and as Swift struts through the doors, turns back to Fik. Well, darlin', m'name's Gorgin MacDougal. Guard Extraordinaire, if I say so m'self, heh heh heh. (NT) -- Swift and Gorgin, 23:26:22 07/18/04 Sun Rudd pulls a monicle out of his chest pocket and places it over his eye, squinting slghtly so it'll stay in place. (INSIDE) OOC: Wow, 1037 letters, woo hoo, haven't done that in a while! -- Rudd, 09:26:18 07/19/04 Mon Valenze remorsefully sets his axe behind the bush, then straightens up. He makes his way toward the door, and looks irritated when Gorgin stops him. Wot d'ye thank ye beh doin', ferret?! D'ye nah know 'oo Ah em? Ah'm the Great Valenze Quickbrush, rulah o' theh Nor' lands! Naw move yerself behfah Ah move ye! -- Valenze, 19:13:00 07/19/04 Mon Thistle waits a bit, then smartly whisks up to Gorgin Madame Longfaith here, good day. I can assure you I'm on the list...oh...yes, right there, see?...Very good. she draws her mousey self up regally and flounces in (NT) -- Madame Longfaith, 10:44:47 07/20/04 Tue Gorgin bristles at Valenze. Lissen cully, I dun' approve o' yore tone. You're just lucky you're on the list, or I'd skin ye an' 'ave yer guts fer brekkers. However, he backs off and allows Valenze and Madame Longfaith passage. He turns back to Fik. Well m'liddle buttercup, I dun' think ye've given this lad your name just yet... Pray tell, what is it? (NT) -- Gorgin, 12:10:04 07/20/04 Tue Reed saunters up, but at the sight of Fik talking to that....man, made him slightly nutty. He gulps, and begins to fake cry I cant...cant...belive gulp sob y-you...Y-your with h-him!...sob twitch B-b-but you s-said i-i was t-the only one! sob gulp Streamline, sir, Reed. he brushes past Gorgin, still sobbing, but lowers his paws to let a wink pass to Lord Swiftstream -- Reed, 15:25:53 07/20/04 Tue Gorgin stiffens his jaw as Reed goes in. Aye, that's right, she reckernizes quality when she see's 'im, an' 'e's standin' right 'ere guardin' the door! So darlin, what's yore name? And while Gorgin continues flirting with Fik, Swift winks and chuckles at Reed. Way t'go on that, mate. Feed that dullard's ego. An' Valenze... Swift puts a paw on the fox's shoulder. Less o' the rough an' tumble stuff, m'kay? We're gennelbeasts right now. Show a bit o' shiney upper class an' stuff. Act like them fancy ponces wid the big fat houses an' purses. It's our time t'be high an' mighty, so let's not wreck it. With that, he looks around the entrance hall and snatches an hors' duerve (or however the junk you spell it) off of a passing waiter's tray. Mm... Shrimp scones... Tasty... (NT) -- Swift, 20:59:14 07/20/04 Tue Valenze looks at Swift. Do ye nah know? Theh rulahs o' theh Nor' Lands do ac' lahk thah. Et's 'ow theh wah rezzed! -- Valenze, 09:32:10 07/21/04 Wed Fik stalls for a moment, not being very good at coming up with names. My name? Well... It's Holly. So why is it a fine gentelman like yourself has to stand out here guarding this establishment rather than leading the whole party? Seems to me like you'd be the one in charge around here. Fik grins shyly at Gorgin. -- Fik, 11:54:57 07/21/04 Wed Gorgin looks very noble as he stiffens his back. Well, Holly, y'see... I'm what ye'd call a martyr... Givin' m'self up f'r th' greater good o' the poperlace. I could be in there, easy enough, but y'know... Someone has ter get the paws dirty. And why not let it be someone as honorable an' worthy an' proven an' regal as me? That way, th' job's shure t'get done proper. (NT) -- Gorgin, 14:17:43 07/21/04 Wed Swift looks at Valenze. Well mate, I ain't been to the northlands yet... But we're in th' south. An' beasts is soft 'roun' 'ere. Just a bit less on th' rough, 'right? Y'can still boss 'em aroun'... Just no threats o' violence or anythin' the like... S'likely t'land us in jail or summat. He chews on the scone a bit more. Blimey, what's takin' that liddle idiot so long? (NT) -- Swift, 14:20:19 07/21/04 Wed Dirmby, who due to his creator's lameness hasn't had an official entry into the club, will have just waltzed by the lovestruck Gorgin unnoticed. He looks around in the club and speaks aloud to Swift. I dunno, but innit he the thief? Seems like he'll be happy here... Lot's of stuff to steal... Looks like a thief's paradise in here... (NT) -- Dirmby, 14:22:44 07/21/04 Wed Thistle, meanwhile, is chatting up the upper crust...quite successfully. A few laughs emit from the crowd around Thistle, who's just loving this attention. Why yes, I do know the Upper East West Middle Hammingtons! Oh, another drink would be lovely, sir...make sure it's properly stirred, and non-alchoholic! Yes, yes, are you familiar with the Southern Epsilons from Northern New Antiqua? Chaaaarming! the mousemaid looks distinctly out of place, but she deflects any comments about her clothing with a, "Slumming, dahlings." (NT) -- Thi--ahem Madame Longfaith, 15:48:33 07/21/04 Wed A squirrelmaid with a pricey cloak on slips her paw into Swift's purse, taking quite a few coins and then melting back into the shadows. -- ....?, 18:19:26 07/21/04 Wed Swift stiffens and mutters. If I ain't mistaken, and I'm ne'er mistaken, some beast just liberated some funds from me... He looks around and sees the squirrelmaid slip her paw into a few more purses. Mmm.... Dirmby was right... With that, he slips off silently through the crowd, slowly tailing the squirrelmaid. (NT) -- Swift, 18:56:42 07/21/04 Wed The squirrelmaid continues, ah, liberating coins. I mean, the poor things can't be very hapy in those tiny little purses... She turns suddenly and looks at Swift -- ....?, 13:02:03 07/22/04 Thu Swift pauses and pretends to admire an ornate lantern on the wall, glancing casually at the squirrelmaid and then looking away as if uninterested in her. Dirmby, meanwhile, sidles up next to Thistle, pardon... Madame Longfaith* and begins hobknobbing along with her.* Why yes, Madame Longfaith and I go back a long way... What's that you say? Tacky dress?!? Sir, I'll have you know that her and I have dressed this way for our protection. Have you seen the scoundrels running about? I'm surprised you don't do the same yourself... I expect you shall meet the end of your fortunes in due time, for certain... And then you'll remember Sir Dirmby, and you'll bitterly wish you'd followed his example... He leans to Thistle. Well darlin? T'your liking? (NT) -- Swift and Dirmby, 13:31:58 07/22/04 Thu She raises and eyebrow and walks over to him Y'know, you're really not too good at being sneaky-like. -- ....?, 13:35:54 07/22/04 Thu Oh? With that, he casually slips his dirk out of his jacket sleeve and raises it at the squirrelmaid, lightly prodding her in the ribs. Neither are you, I'm afraid... He slides in close to her and speaks in a low tone, holding her so she can't run. Now, you look like you work around here... How's about getting a private room for my mates and I and yourself... I'd like to have a little chat with you... See about getting back what you took from me and probably my mates... (NT) -- Swift, 13:48:59 07/22/04 Thu Shrugs, not looking fazed in the least Righto, but if you stab through me cloak, I'll have yer guts for a jump rope, got that? -- ....?, 13:51:03 07/22/04 Thu Swift grins. Sure you will, darlin'... Now let's see about that room, eh? He slowly eggs her away from the wall and toward the crowd. (NT) -- Swift, 15:27:58 07/22/04 Thu Reed was rather happy now. He had slipped into a restroom and put on a nice crimson silk shirt, and put his rings and bracelets back on. He paid a ferret for some fragrence(sp) and walked cheerfully out. But currently, he was making chat with a group of ladys, acting quite the gentlemen (i.e. no booze, cuss, or smoking) Uhm, Yes m'dear, i do happen to come from around these parts. I grew up a bit more south though, to a Royal Family. Umhm, yes love, Ritzcraig is me last name. Yes, yes * Glances around at all the shiny stuff, and slips a few peices from the table into his boots* -- Reed Streamline. Grant Ritzcraig., 16:26:56 07/22/04 Thu The squirrel glares up at Swift Hands off. -- ....?, 18:27:37 07/22/04 Thu Thistle mutters back to Dirmby Quite good. Oh, excuse us for a moment, would you be so kind...she turns her back to the crowd and whispers to Dirmby What's Swift doing? He seems to be conversing with some sort of shadow, but it has far too much mass to be that. I think curiosity has gotten the better of this mouse, what about you? she casually wends her way through the crowd, inching toward Swift. (NT) -- Madame Longfaith, 18:39:48 07/22/04 Thu Swift smiles at the squirrel. Sorry, darlin. Paws don't come off til I know you aren't going to take off. He looks around. So... Kindly take us to a more secluded environ... I'm sure my crew would love a few words with you... With that, he waves at Valenze, Rudd, and Reed to come over, as he's spied Dirmby and Thistle making their way over already. (NT) -- Swift, 19:06:07 07/22/04 Thu She blinks up at him, and then looks around, her voice way louder than necessary Sir, I told you, I'm not interested! Kindly get yer paws off me! -- ....?, 19:08:10 07/22/04 Thu Swift grins and says in a louder voice. Not until you return what you stole to all the beasts in this club! Thief! Thief! It's the shrew from earlier, disguised as a squirrelmaid! Someone call the authorities! I have the thief right here! (NT) -- Swift, 19:12:49 07/22/04 Thu She smiles at the assembled beasts and guides him into a parlor Poor chap, he's had too much to drink... Haven't you? Of course you have... Here's a nice private parlor for you. -- ....?, 19:15:13 07/22/04 Thu Valenze makes his way into the parlor after them, and sets himself next to the door. Ach, naw, wha' is thes all aboot? Ah ha' jus' begun bettin' ahn ah...he trails off. -- Valenze, 19:47:41 07/22/04 Thu Rudd backs into the parlor, fending off the crowd of interested richfolk asking about the shrew disguised as a squirrelmaid. No no no. Theives sir? You must be mistakin. I didn't hear anything about a shrew. Do you honestly believe that vagabond could've gotten past that fine guard outside? Of course not! Now if you'll excuase me. He turns and walks into the parlor, plopping down into a large poofy chair across from the door. Quite a fuss you just caused there Swift, whats goin on? He looks politely curious at the squirrel's presence. -- Rudd, 10:05:24 07/23/04 Fri The squirrel pulls off her cloak, looking mildly put out. She's quite pretty, with red fur and huge brown eyes. Her fur is impeccably clean, as are her clothes, a simple white tunic belted with expensive-looking leather. The money pouches on her belt are all stuffed. She leans against the wall behind her, studying Rudd -- ....?, 10:59:38 07/23/04 Fri Dirmby comes in through the crowd and looks around. So what's going on here, mates? An' what's with the squirrel with all the money? (NT) -- Dirmby, 11:49:59 07/23/04 Fri Reed swaggers over and up to the squirrel, putting on his royal act Madam he bows I am Grant Alexander Ritzcraig, Son of the Rich and Mighty Ridcore Ritzcraig, Pray tell were you found these beau riches pokes the bags with a long, fancy fork, which he clipped from the table -- Reed, 18:17:07 07/23/04 Fri Swift, leaning back in a chair with his booted footpaws up on the table, points at the squirrel with his dirk. Well, Re--... He raises an eyebrow at Reed. er, Mr. Ritzcraig... I'm not totally sure where she got it all from... But I know a rather large sum was extracted from my own funds. And I'd bet if you check your persons, you might find similar crimes perpetrated against yourselves... He looks at Rudd and Valenze. Block the door, mates. She don't get out til we got what's rightfully ours. (NT) -- Swift, 20:57:28 07/23/04 Fri Rolls her eyes and smacks at the fork Honestly, are you always so imperious about things? She turns to Swift Tell me, sir, exactly how much're you missing? -- ....?, 21:37:03 07/23/04 Fri Valenze grins. Sheh'd beh daft te trah te tek mah moneh... et's en a vereh sef place... Valenze grins toothily and stands in front of the door. -- Valenze Quickbrush, 20:43:51 07/24/04 Sat Swift grins at Valenze. Aye mate... I think I know where you keep it... He tips a broad obvious wink and says Yore left boot! Eh? EH? He chuckles. Just kiddin' mate, I know ye got it in yore pants, ye sick dog. He looks at the squirrel. Well miss, I know I didn't come in 'ere with only 76 doubloons, but that's all I got now. I 'ad me about 100 doubloons. He looks at her. Lucky for me ye didn't get all o' me money pouches. Now, give us the goods, darlin', an' we'll be all happy an' merry again, eh? (NT) -- Swift, 21:58:39 07/24/04 Sat Makes a face at Valenze and then digs into one of the pouches, pulling 24 doubloons out. She hands them over to Swift, muttering the whole while Blasted otter... Let you catch me, hope yeh know that.... What would mum say, I let some riverdog snag me... Blast... -- ....?, 13:04:28 07/25/04 Sun Swift grins as he pockets the gold. Well... He puts on a high voice. She'd prob'ly say, "ooh my, lookit that 'an'some an' strong otter, no wonder ye couldn' pull the wool o'er 'is eyes, 'e's a rough an' tumblin' charmin' 'ero, him! He becomes serious as he address everyone. Check your belongings, mates. Make sure she didn't get none o' ye, too. (NT) -- Swift, 09:15:04 07/26/04 Mon Rudd shoves a paw into his pocket and pulls out a few coins. Wow, wouldya lookit that! His eyes pop open in surprise. I seem to be missin a grand total of one hundred and thirty-two gold coins! How you managed to get that away from me I'll never know, but that's beside the point. I'd like my valuables back please. He says as he backs up next to Valenze, blocking the door. (NT) -- Rudd, 09:36:42 07/26/04 Mon Reed picks up his haversack in one paw, its weight is what hes checking 'Ark, three pounds light. Now, chop-chop, give me my pounds in gold...Coin or object if you please... -- Reed, 11:25:19 07/26/04 Mon Makes a face at Swift before looking over at Rudd One hundred an' thirty-two? Y'know y'self that I didn't take that much. An' three pounds in gold. Shakes her head -- ....?, 13:32:57 07/26/04 Mon Reed trys to stay cool, and win more than a bargin, he smirks Hellsteeth, Nought but... Gold weighs a bit you know... But Sir Rudd and I are asking nicely, and we could take it whenever we wish, Yes? Yes. -- Reed, 11:01:23 07/27/04 Tue Rudd nods in agreement. Exactly, we are blocking your exit after all. So, if you dont mind, I've lost one hundred thirty two coins. I'll take them now, or in payments if you'd like to stay with us for quite a while... He grins widely and winks at the Squirrel. -- Rudd, 12:02:22 07/27/04 Tue Swift laughs grimly. Robbin' the robber, eh mate? (OOC: Sorry Rudd, had to use it.) BIC: He shakes his head. Well miss, I say they got a good point. They are, after all, barring your escape path. And I ain't so sure you can take both of them out... Thieves aren't traditionally made for fighting groups of beasts... Though I have t'say, I do like ye a bit... Got a bit o' the old honor, an' definitely not one t'take any guff.... He pauses for a moment, as if considering something. He grins and says to her. How about comin' with us? There's bound to be loads o' opportunities to steal stuff off beasts if you're goin' our way. An' gracious, we can always use more beasts. How about it? (NT) -- Swift, 13:05:13 07/27/04 Tue Thistle, who'd settled back into Thistleyness, finally made her way over to them A new member to the group? Oh, joy! I'm Thistle Longfaith, though here I've adopted the title "Madame", and what would your name be? I won't use it against you, unless you give me a false name, in which case I couldn't use it against you even if I tried, because it wouldn't be your real name even if I thought it was your real name, and most people can't read minds and tell that who I was talking about was you. (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 14:18:47 07/27/04 Tue Dirmby looks around and pipes up. Oi, I'm missin' two hundred and forty two coins, my pants, an' three whiskers. Miss. I dunno how you managed it, but, erm... He looks around. I'd um, prefer if you give me, um, back what's, y'know, rightfully mine... He tries to hold a straight face, but can't do it. Heh... I'm just fibbin'. He lightly punches the squirrel on the arm. But I am missin' my lucky necklace... I've had it since I was a wee lad, and I'd really like to have it back. So, if ye could... If ye took it, that is... He holds out his paw hopefully. (NT) -- Dirmby, 14:51:22 07/27/04 Tue Grins in spite of herself and hands the necklace to Dirmby An' I did take yer pants, sir, but... Smiles and looks at Reed and Rudd Tell me, how daft d'you think I am? Not very, I can answer that. Sir otter, I would love to travel with yeh, and... Madame Longfaith She grins Th' name's Leyla the Quick. Cocky grin I've robbed every rich beast atwixt 'ere and...um...a lot of other places. Nod -- Leyla, 20:33:31 07/27/04 Tue You should meet Fik you should. He loves to steal too you see, those he is a bit idiotic.... Hmm, maybe you shouldn't meet him. Rudd suddenly grins mischeviously. Is there maybe a back door to this place? See we've left the bufoon outside and if you're comin along we've got no real use for him. He was more of a liability really... -- Rudd, 09:28:28 07/28/04 Wed OOC: I meant though, not those. It's early, I just got up like twenty minutes ago, I don't have to be thinking straight yet. -- Rudd, 09:31:05 07/28/04 Wed Reed sniggers at the thought of someone losing ones pants, he loses his attitude, and drops to the floor, rolling back and forth and covering his eyes Oi! Dirm! It burns! Oh hellfire an' brimstone et Burns! he sits up grinning stupidly -- Reed, 10:11:45 07/28/04 Wed Dirmby looks down quickly and looks back up. HOW!? WHERE'S MY PANTS!?!? He whisks off his bandana and covers up and glares at Leyla. I dunno what would posess someone like ye t'take a lad's pants... But that isn't right. Give 'em back. (NT) -- Dirmby, 11:28:40 07/29/04 Thu Swift walks over to Leyla and shakes her paw. Welcome to the crew, darlin. My name's Swiftstream Brooktail. He grins at Rudd. Well, I dunno about leavin' him totally... I mean, I'm fairly certain 'is dad or somethin' tol' us t'take care o' 'im or summat... But I ain't averse t'temporarily leavin' the little bugger behind... He'll catch up, I'm sure, and if he don't, we'll come back for him. So Leyla, back door? (NT) -- Swift, 11:32:31 07/29/04 Thu Giggles and shakes Swift's paw as she tosses Dirmby's pants back to him Mmhm, back door's this way... If I'm allowed t'leave the room now, that is. -- Leyla, 12:09:15 07/29/04 Thu Glances between Swift and Rudd, while smiling Say, Sir Swiftstream and Sir Rudd, d'you mind if me an' Fik, if he comes arounds that is, could stay back untill y'all are ready teh leave, then we'll snag as much stuff as we possibly could, then hop on the ship, leaving this Isle?Grin -- Reed, 12:45:24 07/29/04 Thu Y'know I believe you're right Swift, I do seem to remember his pop tellin us to keep him outta trouble... Spoze we'd better leave him a note or something then? Oh, an Reed, He turns and shakes his head at the other otter. I don't want to have anything to do with more theivery today. However, if you wished to steal a bit more, well I couldn't stop you now could I? It'd be best not to get Fik involved though, he's about as subtle as a cannonball that one.. Plus then we wouldn't be able to leave him behind. He spins around to face Swift and Leyla again. Course you're allowed to leave the room, go on Valenze, let her by. -- Rudd, 09:35:58 07/30/04 Fri Thistle nods Back door, wonderful! Lead us there. straightens up, putting on her Madame Longfaith act once more (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 18:30:34 07/30/04 Fri Reed tips his hat at Rudd, gets up, and swaggers out into the main room to snatch a few more shiney objects -- Reed Streamline, 18:17:00 07/31/04 Sat

Subject: A female mole walks in with a female mouse behindBurr, coum on nouw, Durkling.The mousemaid seems sulky It's Drakling, Surnil, Drakling!
Author: Drakling [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 15:08:28 04/24/04 Sat Surnil leaves. Drakling looks around. There is no one there Hello! Someone!* Suddenly she is surronded by evil looking foxes. The leader sneers* The last of the Dragons. How nice.They close in
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OOC: Opps. For Subject, it's in to a clearing, not in. (NT) -- Drakling, 15:12:52 04/24/04 Sat

Subject: Who wants to get this deal moving?
Author: Swiftstream Brooktail [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 23:24:48 02/11/04 Wed OOC: Right... So Warpeye's insane. Swift's mad and vengeful. Fik's tail is on fire. The otters are whomping the vermin. Mickle is insane and... Insane. Swift, Rudd, and Fik are chasing after Warpeye, (So as to move the story along finally), so will any of you be joining? BIC: Swift runs along after Warpeye, panting heavily. Oi... Mates... MATES! He's goin' for our ship!!!
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Pops a nearby rat-thing on the head (since I guess that's what I'm doing?) and looks at the ships Er, is there anybeast on them? At all? ((Cos I'm lame and I have nothing else to say at the moment...)) (NT) -- Pearl, 19:23:50 02/12/04 Thu A sea otter stops and raises an eyebrow at Pearl. 'Course there's some beasts on those ships. They're firing bloody bails of flamin' hay at us! How could they be unmanned? Huh? How? Without waiting for a reply, he dives upon an unfortunate stoat. (NT) -- Sea Otter, 16:15:20 02/13/04 Fri Warpeye swims up to the crew's ship and hops aboard. A few moments later, he leaps off and can be seen swimming toward his own ship. Flames can be seen devouring the ship that the crew were given by Lord Helmstrike. Soon, flames can be seen on all of the ships save for the one Warpeye is on, and the one Warpeye is on is moving away slowly, as shapes move from the others onto his. (NT) -- Warpeye, 14:15:38 02/14/04 Sat We should follow, then? Joy. dashes after everyone else, tripping a few enemies on the way and muttering to herself Blasted cowardly vermin...have to run away from a fight to save their hides...Do they realize the agony this causes us? No, probably not, that's why they're "bad"... (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 11:07:00 02/15/04 Sun Swift slows down at the shoreline as all the ships but Warpeye's burn away. He mouths a few words, then falls down and begins smacking his head on a rock. GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! SO CLOSE!!! WHY!? NOW WE AIN'T GOT A SHIP! He continues smacking his head into the rock. (NT) -- Swift, 16:15:07 02/15/04 Sun Rudd screeches to a halt so violently that he loses his balance and flips over into the water. He gets up quickly and runs back off towards the battle, returning a short while later with Flots. He's gonna show us where the holt keeps it's spare boats, aren't you Flots? Flots nods vigorously as Rudd pushes his javelin point into his back. Needed a little bit of persuasion before he left such an important battle. Rudd says with a mischevious grin. Now, come on mate, lets be off. Flots leads them back towards the holt. (NT) -- Rudd and Flots, 16:25:19 02/15/04 Sun Reed had just now gotten back really into things, you see, reed had been a tad too close to a firey hay thing when it landed, and it sent the poor, wasted otter flying into the sea. Reed stumbled ashore, most of the fur scorched off his face, chest, shins, arms, and shoulders, save for his slight scorched beard and the not-burnt-in-some-parts hat and the hay burned some holes threw the infamous breeches. Reed stands there, slightly dumbfounded, then, instead of spitting the seawater out, he spits it into the eyes of a ferret..(i.e. reed still goes on helping bring disorder, misconduct and chaos) -- Reed Streamline, the Scorched, 19:31:00 02/16/04 Mon * The evil ferret can be seen standing on the deck of Warpeye's ship, staring back at the battle with disturbingly intense eyes.* -- Evil Mickle, 19:45:06 02/16/04 Mon Swift stops smashing his head on the rock. Blimey, Reed... Your breeches... They're all-- SHIP? Leaps up and follows Rudd and Flots. (NT) -- Swift, 10:19:07 02/17/04 Tue Come on you nitwits! Fik kicks about at a few random people than runs off after Swift, Rudd and Flots. (NT) -- Fik, 15:54:06 02/17/04 Tue Swift yells at Flots. Oi! Ship! Quicklike! We need to get moving along! Can't sit around here all day, got places to see and beasts to do! (NT) -- Swift, 19:35:19 02/18/04 Wed Flots screaches to a halt at a large rock, apparently it isn't a heavy rock because he flips it over with very little effort. There's a hole big enough for them to fit down one by one, and it has a rope ladder on the side. There you go, follow that ladder to the bottom and you'll have yourself a choice of grade A second hand ships. Just make sure to close the rock back over when you're done. Now, if you'll excuse me. He runs off to rejoin the battle. (NT) -- Flots, 18:13:12 02/19/04 Thu Rudd waves at Flots and jumps onto the ladder. He slides down quickly and lands in a cave that opens out right into the ocean. Wow, don't remeber this back when I lived here. Must be new. He climbs onto the nearest boat and starts fiddling around with various ropes. (NT) -- Rudd, 18:15:14 02/19/04 Thu Swift hops aboard. Blimey, mate... Got yourself a nice armada 'ere... This's a good ship... Right, where's the rest o' the crew? We got Fik? Thistle? Pearl? Reed? Am I forgettin' anybeast? (NT) -- Swift, 23:03:48 02/20/04 Fri You forgot the Evil Green Fuzzlie of Doom... (NT) -- Pearl, 13:57:49 02/21/04 Sat Didn't know we had a Fuzzlie of Doom.... You just bein odd there Pearl? Rudd asks as he searches around in a large crate and comes out with a giant black pirate hat. Oh, this just totally fits the bill. But.... He rummages about in the crate for a little while longer until he finds an almost neon blue feather to stick in the hat. There we go. Wonder if I could find myself a cutlass..... He wanders into the cabin muttering about eyepatches. (NT) -- Rudd, 17:49:07 02/21/04 Sat Swift spins the tiller about, grinning at having the feel of the wheel in his paws again. He looks at Rudd and grins wider. Blimey, mate. You're looking more and more like a prince everday. He spins the tiller back and forth. Feels good to be at the helm of a ship again... Right mates, everything's in order here... Let's head out, shall we? (NT) -- Swiftstream, 00:23:43 02/22/04 Sun Aye aye, capitano! plops on a pile of rope So. What should I do? Should I sing sea shanties...or not, she adds, seeing everyone's look of horror (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 12:17:26 02/22/04 Sun Looks horror-stricken at Rudd You mean you didn't realize we had a Green Fuzzlie of Doom? Pulls a big beetle sloppily painted green from her pocket and talks to it We won't let them forget about you this time, will we, Fuzzlie? The beetle does not respond (NT) -- Pearl gone even more wacko then before..., 14:19:43 02/22/04 Sun Swift arches his eyebrows at Pearl. He glances at Thistle and makes a sign like, "Crazy," and points at Pearl. Then he spins the tiller and calls. Aweigh anchor! Let's get back out on the big blue briny! (NT) -- Swift, 21:27:53 02/22/04 Sun Reed waddles as fast as he can down the ladder, and breaks out into a run. The look of a romatic pirate, cutlass between the teeth, sprinting with big floppy boots and a tricorn hat...only reeds face is close to bald ness, as so his front, And a few rather large burn holes in the breeches, but they still work in covering. Catapulting his self he almost falls short ,but is instead, grabs onto the rails and gets slammed face first into the woodwork -- Reed, 12:44:04 02/23/04 Mon Rudd runs out of the cabin swinging about his brand new cutlass. Nice sharp piece of tin this is. He reaches the anchor and gives it's rope a mighty heave. This doesn't move the anchor at all but sends him stumbling backwards as he looses grip. Little help here crewbeasts? Oh, and someone mind helpin Reed up? -- Rudd, 15:27:35 02/23/04 Mon Fik leans on the railing. Shouldn't we be renaming this quest by now? We've found the holt. -- Fik, 15:30:43 02/23/04 Mon Swift lashes the tiller and strolls over to Reed. He hauls the ragged looking otter up and dusts him off, muttering, Tut tut, Reed... Leapin' aboard an' smashin' about... Not good for ye sir, not atall... After grinning stupidly at Reed, he strolls over to Ruddingy and hauls him up. Right mate, you an' me done this afore, we'll do it again. Let's haul the anchor up. He grips the rope in his paws and begins to tug. (NT) -- Swift, 15:47:52 02/24/04 Tue Rudd grabs the rope and heaves at it. After a short while of grunting and pulling the anchor slides up on deck. Right! Away we go! Everybeast who isn't at the tiller grab an oar! We won't manage any wind in here any time soon! He hops down o the benches and grabs an oar. Come on now, we'll only have to do this until we get out to sea. (NT) -- Rudd, 16:44:41 02/24/04 Tue Reed pats his hat a couple of times, thanks Swift for the help, grabs a oar, and begins to paddle(to his full extent) -- Reed, 17:25:51 02/24/04 Tue There comes a lot of noise from up up uptop on the top of the ship... And it rocks and rolls and wakes Gizmo up... And ruins his invention... A middle aged shrew clumps onto the deck and walks around as if not noticing anyone, muttering to himself as he goes. The otters are here... They have a mouse and another shrew with them... They appear to be taking the ship... And it appears Gizmo goes along for the ride... What will Gizmo do with these savages? (NT) -- Gizmo, 20:59:07 02/24/04 Tue Swift blinks at the new arrival. Look mate, if you're gonna be on this ship, we'd appreciate if you lent a paw here to the rowin'. Swift gets on the opposite side of Reed and begins rowing. (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 13:38:44 02/25/04 Wed Thistle eyes Gizmo, then grabs an oar ...Who on earth are you? dips oar in the water, then yanks it back out Erm...maybe it's not such a good idea if I row...I mean, I understand the basics of propulsion and all that...but...points to nonexistant muscles Mousemaid. Small. Not able to pull weight. Get the picture? (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 13:44:48 02/25/04 Wed An excessively large fox plops down next to Thistle and takes the oar from her. Ach, naw, lassie. Ye jus' sit thar an' let Valenze do theh rowin' fah ye! -- Valenze Quickbrush, 14:36:28 02/25/04 Wed The shrew continues wandering about the deck, narrating aloud to no beast in particular. The mousemaid is violent in her temper... Who on earth is Gizmo? Why he is Gizmo the Inventor of course... Why are the strange beasts taking the holt's ship, Gizmo wonders to himself... The shrew removes his spectacles and polishes them on his robes. Yes, Gizmo does wonder that... (NT) -- Gizmo, 16:30:47 02/25/04 Wed Rudd turns around and blinks at Swift. If you're here, then who's steerin? (NT) -- Rudd, 17:17:15 02/25/04 Wed Swift chucks a cork at Rudd. Y'slump shouldered sack o' nuts! I lashed the tiller! Wait... We ain't on open waters... We kind o' need steerin' seein' as we're in a cave... Right then! Off to the helm! As he gets up he sees Valenze. Oi! Valenze! What're you doin' 'ere? How'd you get here? An' you! Shrew Gizmer type! Stop gawkin' an' dwobblin' around and do summat useful! WIth that, Swift goes to the helm to steer the ship. (NT) -- Swift, 22:25:15 02/25/04 Wed Valenze grins towards Swift. Ah was walkin mehself 'round ah island, an' Ah fell down a hole inte this wooden-type cave...Ah wen' down some steps an' wen' te sleep...when Ah woke up, The wooden-cave thingah was movin, so Ah came up. -- Valenze, 15:12:20 02/26/04 Thu Fik grabs Gizmo's shoulders and points him towards the oars. Think by "summat useful" Swift meant row. So get to it why don't you. He gives the old shrew a light shove to get him moving. -- Fik, 15:48:57 02/27/04 Fri Gizmo falls on the deck after Fik's shove. The angry one pushes Gizmo to the deck of the ship and makes him uncomfortable... To prevent future happenings like this, Gizmo shall see what he can do. He walks up to an oar and begins examining it; poking, prodding, moving around. Then he sits down and begins moving it up and down and back and forth in a completely erratic fashion. Gizmo doesn't grasp this concept of this device, he doesn't... (NT) -- Gizmo, 16:25:47 02/27/04 Fri Swift steers away, staring dead ahead. Well, glad to have ye along, Valenze... And I suppose this Gizmer chap is welcome... (NT) -- Swift, 14:20:56 02/29/04 Sun Valenze picks Thistle up and carries her over and sets her down next to Gizmo. 'Ere ye go, misseh. Ye jus' sit thar an' 'elp this ol' shrew te row. He then pads back over to his bench and sits down. -- Valenze Quickbrush, 19:45:10 02/29/04 Sun Sits down at an oar and places Fuzzlie on the one in front Now you just stay there and do what Mr. Swift says- row. Is about to begin when Fuzzlie crawls down the side of the oar. She snatches him and sticks him in her pocket, mutting as she tries to help out with rowing Lazy brute, won't even help row... Scowls (NT) -- Pearl, 08:49:59 03/02/04 Tue Thistle arches an eyebrow at Valenze, then resigns herself to her fate Alright, then. I'll be nearest the oar, and when I say forward, you push forward, allright? mutters things about leverage and the like (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 15:44:20 03/02/04 Tue Gizmo begins working the oar well, muttering. Yes, Gizmo knows all about leverages... That is the principle behind the smart mouse and Gizmo's ability to use the oar to propel the ship... On the smart mouse's word, Gizmo shall push forward, he shall. (NT) -- Gizmo, 20:04:34 03/02/04 Tue blinks at him You're referring to yourself in third person. This is mildly disconcerting. But I'm "smart mouse" to you, so I shouldn't complain. Forward! pushes paddle forward (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 15:11:05 03/03/04 Wed Reeds eyes shift around. Hes wondering the great question of his life. Drink or Make Mischeif. His eyes still shift. -- Reed, 18:28:23 03/03/04 Wed The ship leaves the cave slowly, and almost as if Swift is reading Reed's mind, Reed, mate... There'll be time to drink and rip up a ruckus later on when we're out on the deep waters. Right now, try an' stay sobered... At least for a bit. I promise I'll get you drunked up good later, I promise. Just grab an oar and help really quick. (NT) -- Swift, 22:48:43 03/03/04 Wed Gizmo thrusts the oar forward on Thistle's command, saying aloud. Gizmo would prefer to call the smart mouse by her name, but she doesn't tell him. He does wonder what it is, he does. He stares forward the whole while as he speaks. (NT) -- Gizmo, 22:52:10 03/03/04 Wed Rudd continues to row as he turns to Thistle. Tell him your name, mate. Can't be any harm in that can there? As an afterthought he yells over at Gizmo. Name's Rudd mate, how are ya? Rudd waves a Gizmo wih one paw. (NT) -- Rudd, 16:35:55 03/04/04 Thu Valenze rows and smiles and calls out. Row, meh 'eartehs! le's show them 'ow te realleh git a wooden cave movin! suddenly grows concerned. Ach, naw...Ah dun know whe're we'eh goin'! -- Valenze, 20:34:21 03/04/04 Thu Swift calls out to Valenze. See that ship out on the horizon? We goes where that ship goes, and I whacks its captain, and then we goes and gets a celebratory round o' drinks, all on me, and I settles my wandrin' lust and builds a nice port town and marries me gal Reedpaw and has a pair o' lovely liddle kits. That's what's gonna happen, aye! (NT) -- Swift, 22:37:37 03/04/04 Thu Gizmo looks quizically at Ruddingy. The large otter who calls himself Rudd asks Gizmo how he is. Plainly this otter must be blind, for he is not seeing that Gizmo isn't hurt or wounded and therefore fine and the question is unnecessary. But then, he knew exactly where Gizmo sat, and waved... Is this creature blind? Gizmo shall have to find out... He rows, he rows, he rows, he rows... Gizmo pushes and pulls on the oar. (NT) -- Gizmo, 22:39:54 03/04/04 Thu Thistle snorts I'm Thistle Willowsong Longfaith, pleased to meet you, I think. I could put up with you a whole lot better if you refer to yourself in first person. Smart chap like you knows what that means, I'm sure. Forward! (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 13:19:30 03/05/04 Fri Reed shakes a fist at Swift Yeh youn' Hooligan! You'll never settle tha' lus' mate, yer'll get hitched on ah bloody boat goin 40 knotsHe gives a grin, and keeps one paw rowing, the other one lights up a pipe, with lord knows what mixed with the tabacco...then rows with both paws -- Reed Streamline. The Old Bad Example., 13:24:39 03/05/04 Fri It's a friendly expression you crazed little hermit! Rudd says indignantly. Not blind at all. Where'd that come from anyway? Miss a nap or something? You appear to be a little cranky. -- Rudd, 16:53:22 03/05/04 Fri Swift grins cheekily at Reed. Shrrap, mate. Though yer probably right about the never loosin' me lust for the sea... He grins as they get out onto open waters and the wind whips his dreadlocks around. He calls out. Stow the oars, mates! Let's get the sails out and ride the winds! With that, he begins scaling the rigging, untying ropes on sails and whatnot. (NT) -- Swift, 00:39:07 03/06/04 Sat Gizmo looks around and leans in very close to Thistle. He whispers terribly quietly in her dish-shaped ear. Between you and I, miss Longfaith, I prefer to speak in the proper manner... But I find I tend to do better business and all with my more, "eccentric" side. He nods and goes back to rowing as he calls to Rudd. Rudd doesn't listen to Gizmo when he is saying that the ship is waking him up. He is likely to be cranky. (NT) -- Gizmo, 00:41:50 03/06/04 Sat dawning comprehension Ah. Well then, in that case, refer to yourself however you please, for I cannot not condone the usage of eccentricities...goes on babbling, usually using words that start with "e" Forward! (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 07:38:35 03/07/04 Sun Gizmo nods as he rows along with Thistle. Meanwhile, Swift is undoing the rigging all by his oneses, and muttering about it. Blimey... Ship's steerbeast is havin' t'do the riggin's on a ship.... S'not right... All by his oneses... (NT) -- Swift, 15:48:58 03/08/04 Mon Rudd grumbles and looks up towards the tiller, he lets out a shocked yell and dives towards it. You flippin buffoon! Try roping the wheel to something next time you deside to go for a climb! He makes a rude hand gesture in Swift's direction and jumps on the tiller, attempting to wrestle it back to the right direction. (NT) -- Rudd, 17:12:11 03/08/04 Mon Naw, then, why ah weh chasin tha' thar boat? Wot's so special bou' et? -- Valenze, 20:12:20 03/08/04 Mon Swift sighs and leaps off of the mast, landing heavily on Rudd, and flattening the large otter under his elbow. He stands up and brushes himself off, muttering. A steersbeast wouldn't have to abandon the tiller if his shipmates, namely one overly large hulking beast of a sea otter, would do their jobs... I'll take that tiller, thanks. He grasps it in his paws and steers it back easily enough. He speaks to Valenze. Well, see, there's a right whacko aboard that ship by name o' Warpeye. It's the whole revenge bit. He slaughtered my holt and now that I've a chance to get revenge, I'm not gonna let him go 'til I've spilt his weaselly black guts out all over. Now... He notices Pearl and her "fuzzlie" for the first time. Oi... Pearl... Uh... That, erm, green thing... Uh... Why are you talking to it? Never mind... Don't answer... Just... Help this dope here, Kicks Rudd. and get the rigging done down. (NT) -- Swift, 23:16:27 03/08/04 Mon Rudd kicks back at Swift. Right! I think a demotion's in order! For mouthin off and committing acts of violence towards a superior officer I demote you to deck swabber! Kicks out at Swift again. Now get goin and find yourself a mop to be swabbin with! (NT) -- Rudd, 19:49:43 03/09/04 Tue Swift glares and kicks Rudd in the ribs. Deck swabber!? Pah! If I don't steer this ship, then we'll go flyin' off to the moon. I'm not demoted, you junky otter you. He keeps the tiller steadily following the dot far off near the horizon. Oi, mates... We needs a new cook. As I recall, I was lookout and cook last time. Now we needs us a cook. Any volunteers? (NT) -- Swift, 15:05:49 03/10/04 Wed Rudd considers this for a moment. Aye, your probably right, and I'm not plannin to go to the moon anytime, so instead of not being demoted, I promote you from deck swabber back to your previous rank and title. He nods approvingly at his own statement and starts heading up the rigging. Come on Pearl, lets get going, no time to lose and all! Gotta get the sails out so we can move a tad faster! (NT) -- Rudd, 17:09:16 03/10/04 Wed Valenze stands up from his bench and begins lumbering off. Ah s'pose Ah c'n trah te mix up somma'... -- Valenze, 17:31:20 03/10/04 Wed Looks up at Swift's comment, then gets up at Rudd's, carefully taking out the green-painted beetle. On her way to Rudd she holds the beetle up in front of Swift's face See, in'nt 'e cute? And his name isn't Green Thing, 'tis The Evil Green Fuzzlie of Doom, for his proper title. He's my mama's best friend's uncle's granddaughter's best friend's cousin. I'm taking care of him as a favor. Nodds, then lowers him ceremoniously into her pocket and follows Rudd to the sails Yes, Fuzzlie, this si a boat. NO, I'm not going to let you fall into the water. Oh, stop being such a fool, be quiet. And stop wriggling, for the sake of the Bread People! Rolls her eyes, then awaits Rudd's telling her what to do while he does somehting else so she doesn't do something he planned to do and get in a tangle. By the way, I'm a paradoxal oxymoron. I'm very useful on ships like these, yes, with my oxymoronic ways... (NT) -- Pearl, 17:54:47 03/10/04 Wed Rudd fiddles around with some surpriingly complicated knots. Alright Pearl, we're gonna untie these knots and unfurls the sails and tie some other stuff down. Basically we're playing around with some rope. Now lets get at it! He frows at the knots infront of him and concentrates real hard on untying it. Who ties a knot this tight, I mean honestly if this were a life or death situation whoever tied this knot would've sealed our fates in a bad way. And that's just not very decent at all. I mean come on, care a little, am I right? (NT) -- Rudd, 19:12:15 03/11/04 Thu OOC: "frowns" not "frows" I'm just saying that because "frows" actually sort of looks like a word, so I meant "frowns". (NT) -- Rudd, 19:13:42 03/11/04 Thu Swift nods at Valenze. Aye mate, get us some good eats. And Pearl... Uhm... Uh. Yeah. He just glances at her pocket and goes back to his steering. OOC: I'm going to be gone for a few days, and Thistle's already gone, and Rudd's absorbed with FF XII, so this one's going to slow down a bit. (NT) -- Swift, 15:45:04 03/13/04 Sat In the kitchen, Valenze lights a fire (carefully, of course!), sets a potful of water on it to boil, and begins tossing anything that comes to paw into the water. -- Valenze, 20:46:03 03/15/04 Mon Swift yawns. Right mates... 'Tis powerful borin'... Who wants a song? I can sing one if no one's got objections! (NT) -- Swift, 08:53:33 03/23/04 Tue Meanwhile, Pearl is attacking the rope Grah! Hissclawscratchbareteeth* Kill... rope... knots... must... die... Finally, by miracle, manages to loosen one to the point which it could come undone, and holds up the two pieces proudly Heheh... that probably would have been faster if I hadn't attacked it, huh... Sheepish grin (NT) -- Pearl, 11:16:00 03/23/04 Tue Rudd yanks on his rope madly until it comes undone and he falls off the mast in mid yank. Nooooooooot gooood! He yells as he tightens his grip on the rope. He screeches to a halt just above the deck as the rope goes tight. Hoooooly moly! Rope Burn! Ow ow ow ow ow! He hops up and down around the deck, blowing on his hands. (NT) -- Rudd, 15:46:07 03/23/04 Tue OOC: In case it hasn't become painfully obvios, we're running quite low on naval ideas. Other than having some sort of sea monster appear again, or finding a cannon and attempting to blast Warpeye to bits, there isn't much we can figure out to pass the time, and I think we'd all agree that those two ideas there aren't too great. So me and Swift were thinking we could do a bit of a time skip right to the point where we hit some shore. Is that alright with everyone? (NT) -- Rudd, 11:32:49 03/27/04 Sat ooc: Go for it, mates...I'm having fun massacreing random crewbeasts...but not being able to tell bout it is getting sorta sad...skip ahead to your hearts content! -- Mickle, 15:51:58 03/27/04 Sat OOC: Sounds good, Rudd! -- Thistle, 08:50:22 03/28/04 Sun