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Subject: *As they reach the rear entrance,
Author: Rudd [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 15:33:21 11/21/03 Fri Rudd stops and scratches his head.* Uhh, we didn't cover this but.... well.... does anyone know how we're gonna cave this entrance in? I just realised I havent got a clue.
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Swift stops and looks at his wound, then longingly at the exit. Bloody... Okay. Rudd, you lead those going on the attacks... I think I'll spearhead the defense here a bit... Keep around some o' these sturdy chaps and knock in this entrance and guard for a bit... You chaps continue on. Let ole Swifty figger a way to fix this. He scratches his chin as he stops a few otters and converses with them. OOC: Please no one volunteer to stay behind... I'm having Swift stay behind for a reason. Just assume that all goes well while the crew is away. (NT) -- Swift, 16:13:56 11/21/03 Fri Mickle grins as he looks from Swift to Rudd. Well, I suppose that I'll be loosely interpreting your orders for now, umm...highly-ranked type Rudd! -- Mickle, 16:57:53 11/21/03 Fri Quite right, quite right, haven't got a bloody clue whats the matter, but that'll have ter' wait.... adjusts his haversack and mops his brow with a raggedy looking peice of cloth better get a new one o' these soon... -- Talno Moonwhisp, 20:54:25 11/21/03 Fri Hmm, highly-ranked type, has a sort of ring to it eh? I like it. Alright, lets get goin then, off to find this horde or crew or whatever. Mick, you do the whole trackin thing right? Why don't you sorta scout ahead a bit, make sure we aren't goin the wrong way an such. You follow? Or rather, you lead? Rudd chuckles at his own terrible joke. -- Rudd, 09:47:18 11/22/03 Sat Mickle grins at Rudd and looks down at his sword. hmm...this is a lil bit too unique...best leave it here for now...he removes his katana, exchanging it for a more common sword. Now, if I'm spotted, I'll be better prepared to bluff...throws a quick salute to his friends and slips out the entrance, soon disappearing into the brush. -- Mickle, 10:51:06 11/22/03 Sat Thistle, right now, is a bit lost I coulda sworn that there was a secret group that was going out and about and wasn't sniping. Pray tell, where are they? says she to a random otter (NT) -- Thistle the Lost, 12:07:33 11/22/03 Sat The random otter says. It appears to me that there's still two groups. You, are the sneaky one. Follow after that ferrety type with the others. Those of us who're sniping are going to hide in trees'n'whatnot and snipe away. (NT) -- Random Otter, 14:05:21 11/22/03 Sat Well, since I wasn't 'ere when they decided who should go in which group, so I think I'll go with all the sniper chaps. For everyone used ter' say I could hit a pea off a pin a mile away, which is o' course a complete lie... paces around muttering to himself -- Talno, 14:41:31 11/22/03 Sat OOC- Posting maniacs! Thursday, I eat dinner with my teacher. Friday, I spend all night practicing for All County Band tryouts. This morning, I'm gone trying out and making a fool of myself, coming back to a whole load of posts! Geez... BIC: Just... goes about her own confuzedly Pearly way... wherever that is.... (NT) -- Pearl, 14:57:36 11/22/03 Sat The crew waits impatiently, then suddenly they hear the sounds of somebeast charging through the brush towards them. Suddenly, the running stops, and they hear sounds of a scuffle. (Scuffle sounds) THUMP!!! (silence) -- Mysterious Fight, 19:13:30 11/24/03 Mon Thistle looks up sharply Did you all hear something? Drat these dish shaped ears. (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 14:14:02 11/25/03 Tue I do beleive I did... takes up a stick and prods around in the bushes none too softly -- Talno, 18:22:36 11/25/03 Tue Just past the bushes, there's quite a bit of disturbed ground. A note lies in the middle of it. Scrawled in rather nutty script is We have ferrett! Trade!!! (NT) -- Mysterious Note, 08:55:11 11/26/03 Wed picks up the note and peers at it shriveling up his nose in distaste Those varmints need 'ter learn to write properly, don't ya' think mates? hands the note to another person (NT) -- Talno, 15:52:14 11/26/03 Wed Rudd grabs the note and reads it. Well, I honestly figured Mick'd last longer than that! But since he didn't, you lot figure we bargain or not? If we really are dealin with Warpeye here.... well.... then that's a problem. He's crazy for those who don't know, which may be all of you, I'm not sure. (NT) -- Rudd, 19:00:41 11/26/03 Wed Reed stumbles out of the bushes, his eyes quite large and paranoid like. He whirls around, his cutlass already out, and slashes at the bushes, then twitches as he whirls around to see the group. Where've ye bloody mates been! leave meh out in these woods, ugh,twitch dont.like.land.woods.treeswhirls around and slashes a tree, then laughs like a manic take that, teach ye teh talk 'hind me back again bark-skin land-lubber.. -- Reed Streamlin, 08:18:26 11/27/03 Thu We've been right here mate, now quit waging war with the woods an' help us decide how to deal with Mick's imprisonment. Personally I don't think it can hurt to see what they want for 'im. -- Fik, 17:31:35 11/27/03 Thu Raises an eyebrow at the otter that emerged from the forest and tosses the fellow a bottle o' rum pull yer' self ta'gether -- Talno, 15:02:39 11/29/03 Sat OOC: Oh boy... Talno... Whoo... Alright. Give Reed more rum. I want to see where this goes... (NT) -- Swift, 15:21:14 11/29/03 Sat Reed grabs the bottle as if he hadn't had a drink in ages. He takes a gulp and spits it out at a tree Yeh 'all dis grog!? An' no'h more werds fro' you! points at a tree, then shrugs, and swigs at the rum eah, tis betta' then digin' in meh havercloth teh get meh grog...Shuddup!!!Reed smashes the bottle on the tree in a manic rage Oh, i see yer noe'h stealin' meh booze, eh? yer'll wish yeh never bloo'y diddant..Giving a angry, disgusted, grin he starts to 'skin' the tree alive -- Reed Streamline, 11:51:18 11/30/03 Sun Rudd stares wide-eyed at Reed for a moment then turns back to the group. Well I'm no longer willing to take his opinion on this seriosly. -- Rudd, 18:05:53 11/30/03 Sun shrugs that was me best whisky.... But, roight, roight, shall we leave then? Or spectate in the lovely sight of a crazy otter skinning a tree and wastin' me be best whisky... mutters something about money and whicky and wasters of money and whicky, and money that bought whicky and got wasted by a waster -- Talno the best explainer that ever explained, because explainers explain, but what do they explain?, 19:44:02 11/30/03 Sun OoC: I can't spell whisky! Whats a wicky? WICKY! -- Talno, 19:45:06 11/30/03 Sun An odd voice echoes around the forest. Its tones range from high and low. The speaker is somehow concealed as the voice reverberates around them. Meyeheheh! You'mba tinkin' you'm otternbeasterns'n'mousers'n'shrewbeasterns'n'beasterns'll gerttee ferretter? A loud cackle emits from nowhere apparent. De officern who'm'ba wroting de lettern 'bouting de tradem for ferretterernbeastern bee'm deadbeast! Dissa Warpeye be lika him muchings mit de loon crazy funns! Ferreteringbeastern not be same! Hee'm be's one changered beastern when done is Warpeye and Gholeete!!! The cackling continues. (NT) -- Rather loony voice, 23:39:13 11/30/03 Sun Yes us beastern'll gerttee the ferretter! Fik hollers at the voice. I've noticed complete loony bins who think of themselves as brave also happen to cackle from the bloody trees! Why don't you hop right on down here an' we'll have a nice little chat about where we might find said ferretter. You flippin ningcomkad! Fik hops about angrily (NT) -- Fik, 21:17:58 12/01/03 Mon Rudd sighs and rolls his eyes. How many times on our many adventures has that kind of reply worked when one's dealing with crazy voices coming out of shrubbery? Like seriosly. He ignores Fik's evil glares and turns his attention on the rest of the group. We can't concentrate too much on Mick right now. I know it sounds harsh but if we go in there on a rescue attempt it could be incredibly bad for us. We have no idea where there is located, and when we find there we still have to locate Mickle. So we continue as planned except we keep an eye out for signs of him. Agreed? (NT) -- Rudd, 21:25:48 12/01/03 Mon Agreed, fella' -- Talno, 22:03:45 12/01/03 Mon Talking to shrubbery? OOC: Get me a...SHRUBBERY! BIC: Brilliant. snort Sounds like something that mad hare Beletrand would do. In any case, that voice sounded rather on the far side of the sane scale. (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 18:22:26 12/02/03 Tue Reed stopped dead when the voice came, picking up a rock at the base of the tree, he shakes it at the shrubs Oh, h'iiiii i see now, yer all in it together! bloody woods..bloody land!..Whoooahh!Reed chucks the stone at a suspect bush, then begins slashng and stabing shrubs/trees/dirt/leaves/ferns and other 'woodsy' things -- Reed, 18:35:36 12/02/03 Tue OOC: Mahahah Thistle... Bring me, ANOTHER SHRUBBERY! And put it next to this one with a little path down the middle. A PATH A PATH!!!! BIC: A rather bizarre figure materializes from the bushes. And as his description is insanely bizarre, I need to go inside for the rest of the post. Have a peepette inside, if you all please. -- Warpeye the Insane, 00:07:54 12/03/03 Wed OOC: Ni! Ni! Oh, and for Dickens readers--Knitting. shudder Tale of Two Cities...BIC: arches eyebrow Are you aware, sir, that your footwear doesn't match? clutches sword tightly And that your fashionable taste in headwear, while somewhat gruesome, is really rather fetching on such a skinny bloke as y'self. (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 16:52:23 12/03/03 Wed Believe he's run off actually Thistle, not too sure if he can hear you. Anyway, shall we pursue? Why I think we shall. Rudd draws his javelin and cautiosly, yet quickly, runs after Warpeye. (NT) -- Rudd, 17:23:12 12/03/03 Wed OOC: I thought I was one of the few people who actually watched Monty Python. Everyone at my school makes me feel like an idiot for immitating that frenchman. "Ooh run away you silly English!" But it's making drama easy because I can constantly rip off skits from them and nobody knows. (NT) -- Rudd, 17:25:48 12/03/03 Wed somebody do something already! -- Impatient One, 20:35:41 12/07/03 Sun Swift swaggers up and notices Rudd charging off into the bushes alone after Warpeye. He looks at the crew. Fat load o' help you chaps are... Standing aroudn while our quarry escapes and your leader charges alone after him. Will you be actually going along for the quest, or shall ye all just dawdle about here slow as you please? With that, the otter sets off at a run in his rather bizarre, drunkish manner. (NT) -- Swiftstream, 00:24:57 12/09/03 Tue Looks at the others for a moment, then jogs ahead, trying to catch up with Swift I'm... comin'... I think... Though I nothin' of the area... and have not a clue what I'm doin'... I'll come! (NT) -- Pearl the REO, 20:18:05 12/09/03 Tue Fik blinks twice, mumbles appologetcally(sp?), and rushes off after Pearl. (NT) -- Fik, 19:24:22 12/10/03 Wed darts after Swift and Pearl, humming (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 13:57:49 12/12/03 Fri Swift crouches with Ruddingy in some bushes near the outskirts of the water. The two mutter to eachother. (Rudd) Think we can take them all? (Swift) We'll... You have got yourself a holt load o' bloody huge otters... But then... He has got five ships... The two stare out at the five overly large ships which are bristling with vermin. (Swift) Hope the crew catches up... We've got a bit of recconnaisance to do... (NT) -- Swift and Rudd, 22:52:15 12/14/03 Sun Pearl comes up just in time to hear Swift's last sentence, and bounces into a leisurely sitting position facing the water. Big words are fun... but wots we gonna do about them? Nods toward the vermin ships (NT) -- Pearl the REO, 14:27:25 12/16/03 Tue Rudd shrugs The words "horrible beating" come to mind, that always seems to work with verminly chaps. (NT) -- Rudd, 16:50:08 12/16/03 Tue Whaddabout "Detrimental Mutilation"? I likes that one better. But I bet Thissy has a better one yet. (NT) -- Pearl, 18:29:03 12/16/03 Tue Aye, that walkin' mouth's got massive, staggering verbal capacities that make even myself and my linguistic abilities seem superfluous... He stares out at the ships. Warpeye's loosin' his edge in his older age... He's got them all grouped together close... If we could launch a few bags wrapped in canvas and lit on fire, we could destroy the bejesus out of them... But then, we've our comrade Mickle t'think about too... He squints. Well... Looks like we're not going to get to launch the offensive. He points to the eight small boats crossing the waters over to the shore. They're going on the offensive... (NT) -- Swiftstream, 20:04:40 12/16/03 Tue OOC: Ah, that'd be "rocks" in the flaming canvas, not "bags." (NT) -- Swift, 20:05:43 12/16/03 Tue nods at Pearl Aye, we shall make their now repugnant faces even more abhorrent as we bowdlerize their battery. (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 13:08:46 12/17/03 Wed Reed tries his hardest to stalk up to Swift and Rudd, but doesnt do that great of a job and half crouches Harhar, yeh? he gives a odd grin and chuckles lightly. Reed twitches and draws out his old rusty blade and pokes the tip in the ground , and leans in to get a better view -- Reed, 13:44:47 12/19/03 Fri Swift stands up and puts a steadying paw on Reed's shoulder. He remarks calmly. Does anyone know if the whole crew of otters followed us? Swift is rewarded by a familiar gurgle. Vagashmmalalalalamagga... Killabitings.... Ngah, ngah... Gizzzsh stands behind Swift with a large group of brawny Sea Otters. Flots strolls forward. Sorry we're late, got a bit tired o' all th' mystery and stepped back into th' holt fer a bite o' eatin'. But we're back, so no worries. Swift grins and looks as the boats reach the shore. Well, shall we meet our foes right now? (NT) -- Swiftstream, 23:24:56 12/19/03 Fri The decision is stolen from the crew as, with a collective yell, the vermin reach shore and charge, waving about all manner of nasty looking weapons. -- Verminous Crew, 14:11:35 12/21/03 Sun Rudd peers out of the bushes at the oncoming vermin and scratches his head. Think we've been spotted mates. Lets try the usual, anyone carryin a sling or bow get it ready. -- Rudd, 19:59:28 12/22/03 Mon Swift pulls out his sling and loads it, twirling idly and saying calmly, Aye aye, Commodore Prince Ruddingy Coralfluke type. Got me trusty sling right here... He waits for the vermin to get within range, then remembers. Ah... Thistle... You're aim is worse than a blind seagull's.... Tell you what... Why don't you do that good old sneaking in a blending like you do, eh? Give them a bit of a surprise. (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 02:00:30 12/23/03 Tue Thistle grins and whips out her sword Will do, oh captainy type...and I rather think my aim's better than a blind seagull's, mainly because it is not in a bird's range of motion to shoot arrows and slings and whatnot. But then, how am I to know? darts off into the bushes, muttering about shoes and ships and sealing-wax and all a manner of things (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 06:54:24 12/24/03 Wed Can't stand that title, makes me feel important, prince, ick. Rudd shudders a little as he spins his sling around. You care to give the order, Captainly fellow? (NT) -- Rudd, 17:05:53 12/25/03 Thu The Vermin approach...and the leader begins to look familiar... -- Vermin, 16:03:26 12/26/03 Fri Swift banters back. Now now. I may have five seasons on you... But you outrank me. Your princely status decrees that you are of higher rank. And as I'm a self-proclaimed Captain, that must make you Commodore... And that means... Oi... Don't that ferret at the front o' them vermin look a touch familiar...? (NT) -- Swiftstream, 00:22:03 12/27/03 Sat squints He does? He does...blinkblink But who is it? Looks awful familiar...the shape o' the face, the eyes...have I had tea with this beast before? (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 08:00:02 12/28/03 Sun One of the otters from the holt grins. Why, he looks like that ferret that came with you, missy! What was his name again? -- Random Otter, 14:14:32 12/29/03 Mon Swift groans. No... He wouldn't have... No way... But then, he is insane... Right... It must be. Okay crew! Swift calls while staring ahead. Looks like Warpeye's done his odd hypnosis trick on our Mick. He ain't himself, well, he is, but mainly the insane, evil, killing self. Basically, all we can do against it is to fight him off until it wears off... Or kill him... But I'd really rather we didn't kill Mickle. So that's the rundown. Don't kill him. Wound if you must, but mainly keep him distanced and fatigued. (NT) -- Swiftstream, 00:07:16 12/30/03 Tue Mickle charges forward, a highly disturbing look in his eyes. His saber is held ready as he charges at his former friends silently. -- Mickle, 21:20:13 12/30/03 Tue Swift calmly watches Mickle. Right lads... That's right frightenin', that look in Mick's eyes... Any o' youse chaps wanna take Mick on? If not, I'll gladly tussle with him. (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 23:44:14 12/30/03 Tue puts a paw to her lip Hmm...I can keep him occupied for awhile, away from you all fighting, so you don't run into him. I think my fencing skills can hold him off for awhile. I don't know what's happened to him, but it's almost giving me the shivers. What say you, Swift? (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 15:38:11 01/01/04 Thu Swift looses off his pebble and nails a random vermin. Hmm... Yeah, I think you might just be the best dueler out o' all of us, Thistle-darlin'... I'm good... But a touch slow... Yeah... Alright. Go to it, missy. I'll be watchin' ye, though... He's liable to be a touch, erm... Mad? Yeah, that works. (NT) -- Swift, 11:17:58 01/02/04 Fri Mickle and the vermin close with the crew. -- Mickle, 16:16:48 01/02/04 Fri Thistle flips her thin (but sharp) blade a few times, then she waves to Mickle Eeeyaooohoo? Mickle! I'm over here, so come and get me! Bet a big ferret like you can't beat a little mousemaid like me, huh? scurries into a few nearby trees, away from the battle. Thistle then begins practicing a few thrusts and parries while waiting for Mickle (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 08:52:01 01/03/04 Sat Mickle's eyes cut towards Thistle and glares at her. He alters his path to meet the mousemaid, then stops just short of her. He begins circling her, then launches an experimental thrust at her shoulder. -- Evil Mickle, 14:47:29 01/04/04 Sun Thistle blocks it easily, a small grin budding on her face. While waiting for Mickle she slit her skirt down the side and tied it around her waist for easier movement. It comes into play here, as Thistle lunges toward Mickle, sword pointing at his stomach So tell me, read any good books lately? Or are you too busy being Evil!Mickle? (NT) -- Thistle the Serious, 18:13:32 01/04/04 Sun Mickle parries the thrust, turning it aside and running his blade along hers, hoping to catch her paw. -- Evil Mickle, 19:22:22 01/04/04 Sun Thistle, knowing the trick, twists her sword out of it and slashes at Mickle's ear...knowing he'll block it, of course. She doesn't want to kill him, she just wants to keep him at bay for awhile. (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 08:08:18 01/05/04 Mon Mickle ducks and lets her blade get free of his, bringing his down to slash at her belly. -- Evil Mickle, 18:51:32 01/05/04 Mon Rudd watches a rat break away from the group, running towards the bushes they're hiding in and swinging an axe. Oh I can't resist, I just can't. He stands up quickly and throws his javelin right through the rat's chest. Nice shot Rudd, nice shot. He says, patting himself on the back, as he runs out to retrive his weapon. -- Rudd, 17:13:53 01/07/04 Wed Swift puts away his sling and withdraws his dirk as he charges into the vermin ranks. He is repulsed quickly, and he mutters. Shoulda known... Bloody crazed maniac's got hisself some real trained fighters... Right then, Swift me lad, no foolin'. Best t'use the sabre. He draws his sword and goes back in, slaying a fox, but taking a nick on the face. Argh... Another scar t'unpretty me up more... Not nice 'tall. (NT) -- Swift, 23:39:54 01/08/04 Thu Thistle jumps backwards and swings at Mickle's shoulder (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 15:13:13 01/09/04 Fri Mickle hops backward and brings his sword into a middle guard. -- Mickle, 11:01:25 01/10/04 Sat Waaaaaaaaaaake up Mickle....purge the voodoo evil-ness from your mind...aooooum...clear your mind. Zen, zen, zen...as she says this she, almost delicately, stabs at Mickle's leg (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 12:10:18 01/10/04 Sat Mickle bats the thrust away as his eyes narrow in rage. He takes his sword up into both paws and brings it down at her shoulder. -- Mickle, 18:38:36 01/10/04 Sat Thistle, instead of blocking something that she hadn't strength enough to, dashes out of the way and behind Mickle. She raises her sword, pommelstone downward Sorry I have to do this...she mutters, then jumps up and brings the blunt pommelstone down.... (OOC: Yeah, she's wanting to bang Mickle on the head. Maybe knock some sense into him. I left it open in case you wanted to extend this for MORE time. I, frankly, am rather bored with it.) (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 06:46:39 01/11/04 Sun ...Knocking him on the head. He sprawls out dropping the sword to the ground. The otter that recognized him a while ago quickly kicks his sword away and sits on Mickle, effectively pinning him down. -- Mickle, 14:22:14 01/13/04 Tue Swift stabs a rat through the stomach. Ah good, Mick's subdued... Keep it up, mates! We... Oh... Well... Warpeye can be seen on the shore leading more vermin into the fray. Swift grins. Oh boy... This'll be fun. He begins fighting through to Warpeye. (NT) -- Swiftstream, 14:00:55 01/14/04 Wed Its me again... -- Impatient One, 12:40:26 01/18/04 Sun (OOC: Well, Rudd's sort of disappeared, see. Dunno where he's gone to... And now it seems that there are only a couple of us left here now. Oh well, I'll try to move the quest along.) BIC: Swift and Warpeye meet and disregard blades as they start pummeling each other and biting and such. They roll around in the sand, blood flecks and dust flying up into the air as they rip into each other. (NT) -- Swift, 12:28:04 01/19/04 Mon An old, frail looking, iguana climbs up onto a large rock at the centre of the battle. He's got a large staff that he keeps swinging this way and that as he screeches out jibberish. BARNACALADEE! Jimber Jamber Jumber!! Hyapniod!! He continues to screech and holler and swing about his staff. (NT) -- Strange, old iguana, 17:31:55 01/19/04 Mon Rudd stops slashing a particularly large rat and stares at the iguana. The rat lets out a sigh and falls over, out cold. What's that crazy old fart up to? (NT) -- Rudd, 17:40:21 01/19/04 Mon blinks at him This disTINCTly reminds me of somebeast...don't know who, though. shakes head, and walks over to the iguana to try to reason with him Hello, good sir. Be you on our side, theirs, or neither (aka, you don't care a whit about our actions)? (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 17:35:48 01/19/04 Mon Reed shows back up, this time Flamingly drunk, and the cutlass being whacked into heads more than stabbing, which reed finds greatly awesome in the way where he will laugh untill more slapstick comedy comes about -- the Infamous Reed Streamline, 18:47:50 01/23/04 Fri Bitegrowlmaimmaimmaimbitebitebitetearripcurse. (NT) -- Swift and Warpeye, 14:55:30 01/24/04 Sat Sitbesitonplotnastyplots -- Mickle and surprisingly still nameless otter, 18:59:15 01/24/04 Sat OOC: Rudd's disappeared yet again... Wish he'd stop doing that... Gotta wait for a couple more days... (NT) -- Swift, 15:43:47 01/26/04 Mon OOC: Really sorry about all the dissapearances. I just keep forgetting about Lakewood, I know that's a lame excuse, but it's true. Wont happen again. BIC: The iguana stops it's screeching and looks down at Thistle in a very dissaproving way. It stares at her for a moment then screeches again and swings it's staff quickly down at her forehead. Paitingi! (NT) -- Strange, old iguana, 09:48:01 01/28/04 Wed dodges and grins cheekily before dashing off Same t' you, sah! salute, scurry off (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 16:36:02 01/28/04 Wed The iguana makes a very rude hand gesture at the scurrying Thistle, then goes back to it's screaming. (NT) -- Strange, old iguana, 17:32:12 01/29/04 Thu Mickle, upon hearing the screaming iguana, ceases struggling against the as-yet unamed otter. -- Mickle, 20:37:29 01/29/04 Thu Warpeye grabs a nice, big rock and knocks Swiftstream on his headpiece, leaving the otter dazed and confused. The weasel slips away from the otter and weaves through the crowd to the Strange old Iguana. He whispers in the old one's ear. Keepa dissabeastern away from de Warpeye... De Warpeye him bee's gettern they shiip. Is bettern than allour fleets, me fernd! Keepa dissabeasterns away from Warpeye for a littletimelittletime, Gholeete me fernd! With a wicked grin, the weasel darts off to the water and swims off. (OOC: Sorry if the post makes no sense. It's 11:00 PM, and I'm running on an hour of sleep. I suppose the non-sensicality works, though... Since Warpeye is a nutjob.) (NT) -- Warpeye the Insane, 22:59:43 01/29/04 Thu Gholeete grins wickedly and runs over to an old dead log near the edge of the forest. He starts smashing the log with everything he's got, causing it to make a horribly loud, echoing noise. Yaah hee hee! Come to Gholeete you loathsome lot! Give them something to remember us by! If they make it out alive that is! He continues to cackle and slam the log until he falls over, panting with exaustion. (NT) -- Gholeete, 14:02:04 01/30/04 Fri Two ships appear a little ways out to sea. They both position themselves so that they're facing the shore. They don't really seem worth noticing until a huge splash is made in the shallows and the spot gives off some steam. The second ship has better aim though, and a large bail of flaming hay hits the center of the battle, quite close to the rock where Gholeete had been standing before. Instantly the grass around the rock is ablaze, so are a few very unlucky vermin who happened to be standing there. (NT) -- Ships Out at Sea, 14:17:36 01/30/04 Fri Reed scratches his head with the tip of the cutlass, quite confused with whats going on, but is at least able to yell out a few words that arnt incoherent Unner' 'Fiare h'an' Brimstone! 'Annon Fiore! a shiny trinket catches his eye and gos at its wearer -- Reed, 14:26:45 01/30/04 Fri Mickle suddenly jerks his arm free and swipes it back and forth across the otter's belly. When said otter looks down, he sees his stomach slashed open and Mickle holding a small curved knife. Mickle pushes him away as he falls, and, hopping up, runs after Warpeye. -- Still Evil Mickle, 21:14:36 01/30/04 Fri Swift staggers around, clutching his head, and yelling. OI CREW! LEAVE THE VERMIN TO THE HOLT! WE GOTTA GET WARPEYE! He shakes his head and runs after the receeding figure of Warpeye. (NT) -- Swift, 22:24:49 02/01/04 Sun Aye, what he said, after that crazy fellow!! Rudd hollers as two more flaming bails of hay hit the crowded battle. (NT) -- Rudd, 16:35:51 02/02/04 Mon Fik runs after Rudd and Swift, stopping momentarily to put his flaming tail out in a puddle. (NT) -- Fik, 16:04:08 02/08/04 Sun

Subject: And now, for something completely different...
Author: Swiftstream Brooktail [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 17:03:49 11/05/03 Wed OOC Narratorish: The feast plows on, for at least another hour. Gizzzsh finally gives up on eating beasts and resigns himself to gnawing on a table. The otters of the holt just seem to get even more loud and garrulous. It looks like things are going to be fab... Until... BIC: BLOODY ************************** AND A *** ON THE SIDE!!!!! Swift returns from his outside walk with an arrow sticking in his leg. He swears like only a boat captain can, sits down, and roars. A MEDIC, IF ANY OF YOU PLEASE!
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How'd you manage to get yourself shot mate? There's only otters on this island. What exactly were you up to? Rudd raises one eyebrow. -- Rudd, 17:08:01 11/05/03 Wed Pearl winces and raises an eyebrow at Lindo. Er, are there any otherbeasts but otter 'ere? Not includin' th' hedge'ogs an' visitors 'ere... Rummages in her medicinal pouch ((She has three, one for pearls, one for slingstones, and one for whatever healing stuff she can get her paws on when the current supply runs out... but you didn't need to know that, I just wanted to type it...)) coming up with a bandage and some currently unidentifiable root/herb/thing, holding it up to get Swift's attention over the heads of the sea otters at the table In need o' somethin' like this? (NT) -- Pearl the Resident Energetically Reandomized Ottermaid... New title! RERO! Er, yeeeaaaahhh..., 20:46:02 11/05/03 Wed Mickle dashes over towards the entrance, and cautiously peers out of it. -- Mickle, 20:56:06 11/05/03 Wed Riv gives a big toothly smirk and whipes out his Dadao (sorta like a cutlass) and cradles it in his arms as he returns to behind Mickles should peering out side hehehe, die die, slash kill blade.hehehe -- Riv, 14:29:06 11/06/03 Thu Thistle glances at Swift You need some soap for your mouth? Pearly, dear, don't forget to clean it up all nice, don't want any infections getting in there...well, maybe, but not one's that'll kill him. On second thought...stuffs a strawberry in her mouth (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 14:33:43 11/06/03 Thu Swift blinks at Thistle and mumbles an apology, then to Pearl. Oi, Pearl? A lad really could use some o' whatever that random healin' stuff is... Rudd... I told you about Warpeye, right? Well, guess who just showed up on your doorstep lookin' for a party. (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 14:57:38 11/06/03 Thu Pearl winks at the otters at her table and donns a pair of lense-less glasses that sit on her nose. Carrying the pouch like a hospital bag, she marches over to Swift and looks up at him, glasses falling up the bridge of her nose, speaking in a droll, educated fashion. Has the arrow hit the bone? Is it almost to the other side of your leg? Who is Warpeye? No wait, not a medicinal question... ignore it. (NT) -- Pearl, 16:24:43 11/06/03 Thu Mickle grins at Riv. Aye, matey.die die slash kill blade is right. There'll be plenty o' that soon enough... -- Mickle, 17:10:18 11/06/03 Thu Swift answers all the questions abruptly. No, no, and he's a mad weasel sea captain that slaughtered my holt and left me tortured, semi-paralyzed, and insane at five seasons old. (NT) -- Swift, 17:49:48 11/06/03 Thu Pearl twitches her nose and looks at the wound. Getting up, she bounces in her normal manner back to a table, swipes a canteen of water with a quick thanks, and ambles back over muttering to herself about how she was a quiet, calm little thing at 5 seasons. Beasts change... but the arrow. It ain't in too far, an' hasn't hit th' bone? 'Tis a good thing, 'cos it's easier t' get out that way... Continues muttering to herself as she goes through the general healing-medic-type procedure-ish things: She washes the wound, snaps the arrow, carefully extracts it, applies a moist yarrowroot/water poultice, uses a bit of clean bandage to bind it, and washes her own paws. Evil insane vermin arrow, more worried about the germs on IT th'n anythin' in any otherbeast's blood... Sorry 'bout not stitchin' it up, but I only 'ad bandage and yarrow. Like I said, I only carry wot I c'n get my paws on after I run out of current supplies... Stuffs the remainder of the bandage back in the bag. (NT) -- Pearl Waterlily Streamsong, Resident Energizer Ottermaid of Lakewood Country and current traveller on some never ending quest thingie..., 19:00:41 11/06/03 Thu Reed is up outta his seat, his buddie had fled to the cooks office. His old cutlass in a deah grip in his paw, and a evil grin slowly smothers reeds scarred face Finally, cullies, dar be some action r'ound 'ere He goes off into mad laughter, slightly working him self into a frenzie while dancing around, extreamly joyfull -- the good ol' Reed Streamline, 19:44:39 11/06/03 Thu Mickle walks over to Swift. So, matey, how many are there? -- Mickle, 20:54:44 11/06/03 Thu Swift gingerly puts his leg down and smiles. One of the best patchin' up jobs I've had. Thanks Pearl. He looks about at the quiet hall and addresses them all. Right, Warpeye is, well, he calls himself Warpeye the Insane for a reason. This time, and I dunno how he did it... But he's got a small fleet of ships out there... Five ships, all loaded with the scrapin's of the sea... Mates... We're gonna have our hands full for a bit. (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 22:49:17 11/06/03 Thu Mickle grins at the thought of more combat. As if we haven't seen enough...well, mateys, as I see it, we have a couple options...we can go out, kill lots of them and get lots of our own killed, stay here and defend the holt until we get too hungry, or send somebeast for help. Now, I personally think that, with so many big, strong seaotters arround here, we won't need any help... -- Mickle, 06:35:12 11/07/03 Fri Yah! An i call meh selve Reed Streamline fer a reason...wonner is any o' my ol' ship mates with them? ah vell, the song my cutlass sings is a good enough lulaby fer those bloodyhe cusses a few times, repeats in a chant, then trails off, grinning -- Reed, 13:24:35 11/07/03 Fri Warpeye, then? Tell me, is one of his eyes warped? As for fighting, well, the "scrapin's of the sea" aren't too bright, generally speaking. Those who are would be considered major outliers in the scheme of things. I wonder if I could do standard deviation with them...? Anyway, as I was saying, we need brainpower--correction: we HAVE brainpower! taps head knowingly (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 14:58:25 11/07/03 Fri Swift chuckles at Thistle. You never fail to cheer me up, darlin' Thistle. Yes, as a matter o' fact about his eyes... One is screwed shut permanently... The other is a beady creepy thing that never stops movin'. He's definitely not a pretty sight... And as regards to brain power... Warpeye may be insane, but he's got a knack for directing fighters and strategizing... I don't think it's gonna be so easy. (NT) -- Swift, 15:43:46 11/07/03 Fri ((OOC: I am uncannily reminded of a certain paranoid ex-auror named Allastor Moody... although I can't remember whether he was blind in one eye or not... but that beady thing that never stops moving... shudder)) (NT) -- Pearl, 16:43:47 11/07/03 Fri ((OOC: YAGH! Just saw those other posts in front o' me... so for in "in character thingie"... Also, wouldn't we have out paws full?)) BIC- Grins at Swift, looks at Reed, grins at Mickle, looks at Reed again, this time a bit worried..., grins at Swift and Thistle again, and sits down on the ground in an ottery heap, tired of staring and grinning like an idiot. Er, s' this Warpeye beast is 'ere near th' holt, 'e's got five ships o' sea vermin, an' 'e's out fer our blood? Hmm, I can't quite 'andle that right now... Goes ans whispers something in Lindo's ear. He nods, and points her over to a small table/closet/weird-combination-of-the-two thing. she reaches up and grabs her javelin, coming back to sit with the rest. 'Kay! Ready now! (NT) -- Pearl Streamsong, 20:48:29 11/07/03 Fri Rudd and his two new hedghog buddies walk up to the group. Well, me an me two prickly pals have been chattin about the sitcheeation and they've told me about a town we should go about defendin. Apparently there aren't just otters on the island. The towns full of a whole wack of non-swimmin beasts who couldn't make it into the holt. Course if Warpeye finds it we have a major predicament(sp?) as if we don't have one already. But, my ottery brethren(sp?) do know every nook and cranny of this island, so we have an advantage there. Rudd trails off and mumbles a little. OOC: Ok, I know I've said this like a bazillion times this week, but I think my period of busyness is finally over so I can go back to being active. (NT) -- Rudd, 21:46:15 11/07/03 Fri * Mickle looks unhappy about this new announcement.* well, that would be a very bad thing...Is there easily defendable location for us to take them? -- Mickle, 22:40:27 11/07/03 Fri Thistle sits at the table demurely--a sure sign that something's up. Aren't there fighters in said town? I'm sure there would be. So, that leaves the otters and all of us, and we can make a ring around said city. Honestly, do you think Warpeye's...um...vermin...would be able to find their way into the holt? Probably not. But still, if there are upper windows or some such that I don't know about and can't see, some beasts could go up there and fire arrows. (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 07:56:18 11/08/03 Sat OOC: Should be paws, Pearl. Pardon my error. Normally I don't make those... BIC: Swift closes his eyes and looks to be in a state of deep thought. He finally speaks. They were headin' in this direction when I left... And I don't think we've got windows, but I'm not sure as I haven't explored enough... We know every nook and cranny, though, with the guidance of the otters... I think... Guerilla warfare is in order. Hit and run... Thin the forces as they advance, then, when they're on the runses back to their ships, we finish them off. What say you all? (NT) -- Swift, 12:01:04 11/08/03 Sat Well, if they're headin thisway then the town should be fine. We should send someone to warn them just in case though. I'd bet Brod'd have a few quick swimmers to send. Guerilla stuff does seem to be the thing to do right about now. No windows at all in this place. It'd give us away. We're nice an' hidden down here. The only ways in are the way Swift went and the main entrance we came through. (NT) -- Rudd, 17:30:18 11/08/03 Sat Fik plops down on the floor and crosses his legs. We'd best cave in that rear entrance then eh? Can't have 'em findin that. (NT) -- Fik, 17:33:55 11/08/03 Sat Pearl ponders a moment, strokes her javelin, and grins in a feindishly Pearlish way Hmm, I'm not too picky about what happens, s'long as I can snipe... 'Tis fun, when th' vermin get 'it, but never figger out what 'zactly 'it em... (NT) -- Pearl, 17:34:09 11/08/03 Sat Mickle grins at the thought of battle. Well, its about time! I've been getting a little bored... -- Mickle, 19:10:31 11/08/03 Sat Sniping? Drat thee, gods of War! huffily crosses arms Can't shoot a bow...well, I can, but it isn't pretty...can't use a slingshot...well, same as before...have trouble using long range weapons...aim is bad...this really rots! (NT) -- Thistle the Miffed, 08:40:40 11/09/03 Sun Pats Thistle on the arm. Don' worry matey. Somebeasts got to organise all that snipin' an' know what's goin' on in several differnt places at t'same time. Kill a few wi'yer brain why don'cha? (OCC: Er, hello...sorry about being AFK.) (NT) -- Kit, 12:26:18 11/09/03 Sun OOC: No worries, Kit. Gotta attend to real life before the RP stuff anyway. No worries at all. (NT) -- Swift, 14:13:49 11/09/03 Sun Swift grins and puts a paw on Thistle's shoulder. We don't necessarily have to snipe, Thistle. I don't think my sling is gonna be so effective in sniping in this case, so you can come along with me. I'm gonna sneak around and catch 'em unawares. Y'know, the old mysterious pair o' paws reachin' out and stranglin' or snappin'. I think ye'd be good at it! (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 14:11:38 11/09/03 Sun A Dinosaur-Calvin look appears on Thistle's face (Swift knows what I mean), and she rubs her paws together Yesss! I shall be the omniscent mysterious beast! I shall organize FIRST, and THEN I shall be mysterious. Killing two oysters with one haystack! (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 15:11:57 11/09/03 Sun (I know too!) BIC: Mickle grins at Swift and Thistle. Would it be too much burden for me to come along with you? Sniping doesn't sound very fun... -- Mickle, 19:47:27 11/09/03 Sun (meh too lol!) BIC: looks all clueless and stuff, playing with her bow Sniping? Sounds fun... (NT) -- Coal Snagfire, 09:28:37 11/10/03 Mon ((OOC: I most certainly don't! Then again, do I really want to??)) Grins at Coal 'Xactly wot I think, snipin'... Very fun... (NT) -- Pearl, 16:32:47 11/10/03 Mon Reed bows deeply in front of Swift and Thistle Marm, Sah, may a luntic oddar accompany yez on the snaping and slashing?He grins and titlts his head to the side -- Reed "the luntic" Streamline, 21:00:39 11/10/03 Mon ***! its tilts...not, uh, yeh... -- Reed, 12:36:00 11/11/03 Tue* Swift grins. Looks like we got one small kill squad formed... Though I'd prefer if you sniped, Mick; as I recall, you can use a bow really well. If you wanna come, though... OOC: I didn't even notice that typo last night, Reed... No worries. (NT) -- Swift, 12:54:13 11/11/03 Tue Mickle grins, then sighs. Well, matey, I've sort of gotten bored with the whole archery thing...just not as exciting as the face to face combat...I'll come with you, unless you say not to. -- Mickle, 16:30:33 11/13/03 Thu Do yer want an' extra paw snipin' or fightin'? She shrugs. I don' mind, as long as there's no tree climbin' involved. -- Kit, 03:51:06 11/14/03 Fri Swift grins as he bows to Kit. You may do as y'please, miss 'Orful Ottermaid. Snipin', sneakin'; whatevers you're pleasure. But we need to get situated soon... I expect we'll have to deal with them soon. OOC: Rudd's down with the flu, so I'm stalling for a bit more time until he gets back. (NT) -- Swift, 14:11:23 11/14/03 Fri ((Poor Rudd. Stupid Flu. I'll beat it over the head with a cooked noodle, if he likes. Or a toaster. Wicked grin at both flu and toaster)) BIC: Trows a paw about Kit's shoulders May'ap we can snipe together? You teach me t' be orful an' I'll teach you 'ow t' be bouncy, and we'll scare the vermin away with our insaneness, eh? Goes into a feigned trance, whispering straight ahead. The voices... it's the voices... they never go away... the voices...Snaps out See what I mean? (NT) -- Pearl, 19:20:22 11/14/03 Fri Mickle grins, then licks his sword menacingly. I can shut them voices up for ye, if ye want, Pearly matey... -- Mickle, 22:04:07 11/14/03 Fri thwacks Mickle with the flat of her sword Mickle! ((OOC:Remeber GGUAM, Mickle? wicked grin)) Voices can be useful sometimes. Honestly, you get more ferrety every day! grins and winks (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 06:02:09 11/15/03 Sat Glares at Mickle, teeth bared, and snaps at him Silence the voices indeed... Mutters about ferrety ideas of "help" (NT) -- Pearl, 17:53:46 11/15/03 Sat (ooc: GGUAM??? not a clue, matey...) BIC: Mickle yelps with the hit, then grins at them. I was only jokin', mates! I wouldn't actually hurt ye, Pearl...yer my friend... -- Mickle, 21:22:30 11/15/03 Sat Pearl grins this time Good, cos if y' weren't, you'd be th' one I'd carry out all my bouncy annoyingness on! (NT) -- Pearl, 08:38:23 11/16/03 Sun ((OOC:sigh Gifted Girls United Against Mickle!)) chuckles at their antics, patting her sword absentmindedly...sings ...I feel pretty...Oh so pretty... (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 17:43:39 11/16/03 Sun Mickle finishes under his breath. I feel pretty, and witty, and gay! -- Mickle, 18:07:35 11/16/03 Sun ((OOC: Can I join, Thiss? wink)) BIC: Edges away from Mickle and his... evil... sword... and begins carving tiny ants along the side of her javelin with a pin. (NT) -- Pearl, 19:25:35 11/16/03 Sun OOC: Finally feelin better! BIC: So, lets get this underway eh? I figure we'd best head out the back entrance in our groups, the otter headin for the town can leave when we do, then whoevers stayin behind can cave in the entrance behind us. Sound good? Oh, and me an' Fik have no idea how to use bows so I think we'd be comin with the rest of you guys. Rudd takes a deep breath, a little shocked by sayin all that in one or two breaths. (NT) -- Rudd, 16:39:38 11/17/03 Mon ((Of course!)) chuckles And I pity...any girl who isn't me today! Actually, I pity the one who IS me. points to Mickle I'm sitting by THAT. (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 16:40:02 11/17/03 Mon Mickle winces. Wacko Jacko! and the young hooligan falls dead. falls to the ground, then grins at Thistle. that hurt, matey... -- Mickle, 17:12:32 11/17/03 Mon OOC: is to lazy to read all the posts sum one gimme a summary of what is going on so that I may join if you are alright wit' it -- Talno Moonwhisp (who hasn't done quality RPing in quite a long time and wishes to do so), 15:39:22 11/18/03 Tue OOC: Inside Talno. I'll bring you to speed. And we'd be fine if you joined. No problems there. -- Swift, 20:16:06 11/18/03 Tue OOC: heck ya! -- Talno, 16:23:49 11/19/03 Wed Mickle hops up. Alright, enough foolin about. Shall we make our way out the back entrance? -- Mickle, 20:06:28 11/19/03 Wed Yiss yes, quite right... twangs bow -- Talno, 21:10:08 11/19/03 Wed

Subject: An otter stand up in the center of the largest table and smashes a wooden mallet type thing to get everyone's attention.
Author: Brodd Coralfluke [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 16:37:24 10/21/03 Tue He's not the tallest beast in the room, only about half a head taller than Swift, but the way every sea otter in the room suddenly goes silent gives the impression that he's important. He has a few grey hairs here and there, but doesn't look old at all besides that. What a glorios day in Holt Coralfluke! Honestly, this is one of the best feasts I can remember. All the laughter and talking and stuff of the sort. Spoze I should start with the important parts of my speech though, so here it goes. Welcome, to all our guests! The Hedgicon brothers from up the path, always great to have you around, even though you may have troubles getting through the front door. Every sea otter in the room, even Gizzzsh, howls with a mocking sort of laughter as the two hedgehogs next to Rudd raise their glasses appreciatively. And we have some new guests today, I am aware that almost everyone is already aware of their presence, but you see it sounds like a better speech if I start off that way. Anyway, my son Rudd and a bunch of his friends seem to have found their way here, we had previosly thought that Rudd had either perished at sea, or run off to see the world way back on that trip to Shrew Island. Y'know, the one where that storm threw the ship completely off course, and we had to stay for a long time over at that great mountain with all the hares and repair our ship. Well it turns out the little creep was bein a stowaway and ran off as soon as we were all inside Salamandastron. "Course I'm too happy about him being back right now to verbally beat the daylights out of him, so I won't. But, back to the subject, they're welcome to stay as long as they like, and you're all to be less rowdy with them than you are with eachother. Don't think that well spoken mouse over there would appreciate the softest of cuffs to the arm from you great lumps. So, if I've made my point, and I can never be sure that I have, I'll sit down and the feast may resume.
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sarcasm Gee, well spoken mouse, I wonder who he could be referring to? Oh, that's right, ME, since I'm the only mouse here! grins brightly at Pearl Well, I got here by being rescued somewhat similarly to yourself. See, I was on a little drawing trip, but it turns out, these shrews capture me and my friend; she because they thought her vermin, me because apparently they couldn't understand me. Had to get a wise man and a dictionary to figure out what on earth I was talking about. Funny, is it not? Of course, I have descended to this vocabulary of the common-folk to more easily converse with you. grins, and it is obvious that she's at least kind of joking (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 16:59:12 10/21/03 Tue Pearl scratches her head in mock confusion and bewilderment, then grins Good ol' Thistle! Of course, to her Highness the Queen of Strabwerries, I am but a lowly otter with a lower vocabulary... Snorts, looking back at Earwax & Co. with disdain I don't suppose they tried petting you, though... Shudders, then brightens I don't suppose they have a a sort of large area I can go and bounce a bit, do you? I haven't in absolute ages, and I'm getting out of practice... Is about to do an experimental bonce, but realizes the room isn't quite large enough to prevent trampling on some otherbeast's feet... (NT) -- Pearl, 18:40:32 10/21/03 Tue Mickle and the small otter go rolling by Pearl. (Riverreed) I'll show yew! She was our pet! (Mickle) yer a pretty good wrestler, but she's no pet! -- Mickle and Riverreed, 20:02:06 10/21/03 Tue Swift sits back down and looks at Gizzzsh, who's gone back to staring at Fik and growling. Swift slaps the berserk otter on the back. I like yore style, mate. No messin' about, just "grrrrrrrr...." and the occasionally odd rambly bit to add to your apparent mysteriosity. S'very nice. He grabs a hunk of bread and begins chowing down. (NT) -- Swift, 17:17:57 10/22/03 Wed Mickle grins as Swift as he's carried by, thrown over Riverreed's shoulder. I guess I spoke too soon, matey. He was good enough to beat me... -- Mickle, 19:46:14 10/22/03 Wed I got lost early on in a scuffle wi'some toads, but I got pointed in t'right direction by a couple o'beasts who said our rowdy lot 'ad sailed from Salamandathingy. Third Island lucky I falls out of a blinkin' tree and got stalked by Swift fer a bit. Nothin' that interestin' really...She peers at her abandoned dinner partner, who is trying to mop up the stew on his knees with a piece of soggy bread, and shakes her head with a sigh. What can y'say? All height an' nothin' ontop of the mast. 'Scuse me. Feeling a little guilty, since they are guests after all, Kit wanders over to clear up her small mess. -- Kit, 11:03:43 10/23/03 Thu Pearl grins and winks at Kit, having wandered over to a group of studious-looking otters OTTER 1: Ah, Pearl, if'n I'm not mistaken! I would 'ave spoken on yore part 'bout th' pet-thing, but I couldn't be too sure. They wouldn't let us over close enough t' determine if'n you was otter or not! OTTER 2: Must you talk so? Miss Streamsong will think terribly of you if you are spouting information, yet still talk like an old seadog. PEARL: Grins Why thankee for th' kindness any'ows. An' ye can call me Pearl, I'm no fancy beast. Er, may I? Motions to an empty seat at the table OTTER 1: O' course! OTTER 2: You mean, "Why certainly, Pearl". How many times must I tell you! OTTER 2: WinksJus' another time, mate! D'you like some? Offers Pearl a bowl of soup and a small spoon of hotroot PEARL: Sure, but 'ow about a bit more 'otroot? Ladles more in (NT) -- Pearl Streamsong, Saykin & Lindo, [Seaken, Searemm, & Seaquon (Unintoduced... maybe later, maybe not...)], 17:48:25 10/24/03 Fri Mickle rolls off of Riverreed's back, and dashes over to the table of educated-like otters. I heard hotroot! I love hotroot! I don't suppose that none o' ye eddicated types would have any watershrimp and hotroot soup, would ye? -- Mickle, 21:18:00 10/24/03 Fri Thistle's ears whisk upright, and she makes a beeline for Pearl's table Inelligent conversation! I haven't had any in such a long time... (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 07:06:55 10/25/03 Sat Swift suddenly stiffens as he looks accross the hall and yells at Rudd. OI RUDD! 'OWCOME YE NEVER TOLD A LAD THAT YE HAD A LAST NAME? I ALWAYS THOUGHT YOU WAS JUST RUDDINGY! (NT) -- Swift, 11:05:08 10/26/03 Sun Kit mops up the stew on the otter's knees with a short apology, but the huge seaotter in now in conversation with some other beast and, talking over her head, doesn't hear her. With a sigh, she attempts wriggling back onto the seat, but then her ears prick up when she hears Mickle. Hotroot? They 'ave hotroot soup? Corks! She makes a beeline for Pearl's table calling, Don' give it all t'the ferret! -- Kit, 13:35:52 10/26/03 Sun Rudd turns and hollers back at Swift. 'COURSE I 'AVE A LAST NAME! WHY WOULDN'T I 'AVE ONE? ONLY PROBLEM WAS I 'AD NO IDEA WHAT IT WAS!! -- Rudd Coralfluke, 16:49:23 10/26/03 Sun Reed has found his way over to a overweight seaotter, about a head taller than him. Hes slightly oldish and wears a nasty looking aprein, with one of those drivers caps shoved onto his head. A old sea's otter he was, from the hoop earings and foul mouth, Reed and him take to each other like old, long lost friends, making Reed seem older than his middle age. The heavly overweight otter is dressed in a highland outfit and talks with the accent that matchs his clothing -- Reed Streamline and Ruckus MacDonald, 15:16:42 10/28/03 Tue Pearl glares at Mickle and hugs her hotroot soup protectively 'Tis mine! Ask Saykin or Lindo for some, I've been hotroot deprived for a season! SAYKIN: Aye, she's likely not to be sharing for some time now... Grins at Pearl But i 'ave some extras, if'n y' likes some! LINDO: Is already dishing out soup and pepper One for young Mickle here, and one for... Kit, is it? SAYKIN: Aye, I think so. Turns to Kit So, y' know our friend Pearl 'ere? (NT) -- Pearl, 16:09:22 10/28/03 Tue Three other otters where Pearl, Kit, and Mickle are grin at Thistle and bow. The largest, Seaken, speaks Ah, a creature of intelligence here as well! May I introduce us, I am Seaken, and my brothers are Searemm and Seaquon. I do believe you are Thistle Longfaith, or so I have caught above the other conversation here? SAYKIN: Now you're all startin' t' sound like Lindo 'ere! Looks dispairingly at Pearl, Kit, and Mickle Where'll it all end? (NT) -- Seaken, Searemm, and Seaquon, 16:13:38 10/28/03 Tue Trys to tackle mickle from the shadows. Bwahahahaaaa!!! I'm still here! (NT) -- Coal Snagfire, 18:43:39 10/28/03 Tue Mickle squeeks and sets his bowl on the table just before Coal tackles him. ack! careful there, matey! ye almost made me spill the soup! -- Mickle, 19:03:41 10/28/03 Tue ((OOC: I shall be in Flora-dai from tonight to Sunday...meaning that I'll try and scrape up an occasional post, but that's it. =^.^=)) Thistle blinks and immediately warms to the otters Prithee, how can one so learn-ed stand to consort with such low-lifes that are here? attacks strawberry flan with vim and vigor (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 05:12:48 10/29/03 Wed OOC: Alright Thistle, no big deal. Say hi to Wil for me! Oh wait, she's not in Florida anymore... BIC: Swift is now standing between Gizzzsh and Fik, muttering. Blimey, Fik, dunno what you said, but it sure got old pretty Gizzzsh here in a right state... Gizzzsh leaps on Swift and begins biting him as Swift screams aloud and breaks a nearby chair over the rabid otter's back. BLIMEY! DOES YE ALL STARVE THIS CHAP 'ERE! HE'S TRYIN' TO BITE ME VOICE BOXES OUT! (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 15:26:37 10/29/03 Wed Oh the horrors! grabs a bowl of soup You could have died Mickle!!! (NT) -- Coal Snagfire, 16:33:50 10/29/03 Wed ((OOC- Stares at Thistle in envy Want... go... back... Florida... Hides in Thistle's luggage and hitches a ride there anyway...^_~)) BIC- Saykin snorts under his breath as the otter trio begin to talk to Thistle, completely ignoring Pearl, Saykin, Lindo, Mick, etc... PEARL: Ah, leave 'em be. If I was as learned as Thiss there I'd want t' show it. She's a walkin' talkin' recoder's archive, ya know. (NT) -- Saykin and Pearl, 17:53:39 10/29/03 Wed The large otter waddles over to Gizzzsh and poors a good amount of wiskey in his mouth and pats Swift on the back, all with Reed standing behind staring at the rabid otter Ther' ye go'h lad, no'h'w ye got got a'h' wee drunkard idiot otter on yer 'aws -- Reed and Ruckus MacDonald, 18:52:59 10/29/03 Wed Mickle snatches up his bowl and walks over to a corner, where he slumps down and begins sipping at his soup, while watching Gizzzsh gnaw on Swift. I wonder if they make the soup any hotter...it could really use some more hotroot. -- Mickle, 20:11:30 10/29/03 Wed Pearl looks at Mickle, thinks for a moment, and goes over to Saykin. Whispering in his ear, she asks for something. Saykin brightens and goes off, returning shortly with a sack. Pearl then brings it over to Mickle, and dumps his bolw of soup into the sack, shking it up and handing it to the ferret There ya go! Not only more 'otroot, but it's 'otroot SAUCE! (NT) -- Pearl, 21:33:38 10/29/03 Wed Kit finishes the hotroot soup, that has been fully occupying all of her attention, and looks on in wonder at the otters and Thistle. Corks! It's amazin' they don' starve spendin' all that time on intelligant natter. She grins at Mickle. Now if yer finish that lot off matey then I suggest yer keep a LARGE bucket of cold water close t'paw. -- Kit, 10:13:49 10/30/03 Thu Gizzzsh, now drunk, is even more aggressive in his attacks on Swift. The river otter captain chucks a bowl at the rabid otter, grabs another chair and breaks it over Gizzzsh's back, and runs up to the front of the hall. Hiding behind Brodd, he mutters. Righto, Rudd's pap. I pulled your offspring out of a fine mess plenty of times... As you can see, Gizzzsh o'er there's taken a bit o' a liking to me legs and neck and such. Can you call off said rabid otter? I'd be much obliged. (NT) -- Swift, 11:38:49 10/30/03 Thu Mickle grins at the others, pours the hotroot sauce/soup into his bowl, then swallows a huge mouthful. Much to the hillarity of everyone, he forces it down, his face turning bright red. WHEW!!! That's spicy! I like it! Swallows another mouthful. -- Mickle, 14:52:59 10/30/03 Thu Hotroot? gets all hyper and downs an entire bowl. I love hotroot! runs around searching for more as well as... Water!!! (NT) -- Coal Snagfire, 21:26:45 10/31/03 Fri Ahhh, the eating habits of the otter...hotroot, hotroot and...Grins at Swift. ...fellow otter. (NT) -- Kit, 12:31:58 11/01/03 Sat Brodd smiles toothily at Swift. Sorry mate, I'm far too busy sittin to be callin off any rabid otters. Now, if you'll excuse me. He leans back in his chair and yawns. (NT) -- Brodd, 16:29:06 11/01/03 Sat OOC: Sorry for not postin by the by. End of term projects and two days of bein sick have kept me off the site. (NT) -- Rudd, 16:30:18 11/01/03 Sat Mickle stumbles over to Gizzsh and sets his bowl down in front of him. Here matey! instead o' chompin on me ol, tough-and-chewy pal Swift, try this out! -- Mickle, 21:06:58 11/01/03 Sat Gizzzsh pause and looks to Mickle, growling in a low tone. He stalks over and begins sniffing Mickle, a grin creeping slowly across his face. He licks his lips and sidles up next to Mickle, growling. Shicklickamammamamalllam... (NT) -- Gizzzsh, 00:19:33 11/02/03 Sun Swift grins as he pats Brodd on the back. Right then, govnah... You just keep up said hard work... I'm thinkin' it's a bit noisy in here, and I'm gonna go for a bit of a walk... With that, he tips his hat and walks out. (NT) -- Swiftstream, 00:22:19 11/02/03 Sun OOC: Am back. pats the Pearl in her luggage Had fun at Sea World, otter dearest?)) Thistle sits and talks, as is usual for her, and as her creator isn't really feeling like typing, she'll leave it at that. (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 15:52:08 11/02/03 Sun OOC: Pearl pops out grinning, with a whale sticker and a polar bear hat Yups! Much fun... haven't been there since I was... er... oh yeah! Four! Gosh I'm old... (NT) -- Pearl, 18:46:29 11/02/03 Sun Mickle grins nervously and looks at Gizzzsh. erm, nice to meet you too, Gizzzsh...eh? Wot're ye mumbling about? Are you?...No...Are you calling me mama? -- Mickle, 19:51:57 11/02/03 Sun Gizzzsh licks his lips more and lunges at Mickle's arm with his teeth bared, howling like a maniac. (NT) -- Gizzzsh, 14:25:56 11/03/03 Mon Mickle yelps and falls backward, then scrambles backward, attempting to escape the crazy otter. I guess you weren't callin me mama! -- Mickle, 17:39:15 11/03/03 Mon A lean, average sized otter paces up and down the side of the hall. His dark blue robes slightly flapping, and a odd look on his face New come beastes here food for, no?hmmm. Yes, no? He begins to chew on his lip, then paces over to Mickle Sah, say, here Gizzzsh t'aint no 'right. Too far bangs, booms, head to.He picks up a half eaten bowl of hotroot soup, and sips it ahh, bad tastes this, uggh, good no soup, bad, evil, no good At that he throws the bowl onto the ground No good! Ferret you name what be? Me River Pikewood, Calls they me Riv. -- Riv Pikewood, 19:15:18 11/03/03 Mon Mickle hops up and dashes behind Riv. Glad to meet ye, Riv! However, I must rebuke you. Why'd ye throw that loverly bowl o' hotroot soup??? I loves the stuff! Now that that's out of the way, Mickle is what they call me. Why speak you do this like? -- Mickle, 20:58:10 11/03/03 Mon 'Alk what thou like, lots, great, good, sense very good talkin' o' Mickle. Speech me no evil, no good, bad, nones... -- Riv Pikewood, 17:47:40 11/04/03 Tue Fik pulls himself away from his bowl to stare at Riv. Hmmmmkay...... Strange. He walks over to the blue robed backwards talker and shoves his chest out in his usual, agressive manner. I actually can't come up with anything to ask so I'll just repeat the question about your talking.... Cause.. you didn't explain that well enough! So, why d'you talk like that eh? OOC: My projects are finally both done so hopefully I'll be able to be active again. -- Fik, 19:52:28 11/04/03 Tue Riverreed stomps over to Riv. Oh, come on! I knows ye can talk normal, matey! I've 'eard ye do it before! -- Riverreed, 20:43:05 11/04/03 Tue

Subject: * A large sea otter sticks his head through the bushes with a very puzzeled look on his face.*
Author: Sea Otter Who Hasn't Mentioned His Name Yet [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 10:53:17 10/05/03 Sun Would someone help him out please? He points to Swift. That dreamy look in his eyes is really creeping us out, and he's been peering through that bush for quite some time now. Say, you folks wouldn't be that group Rudd an' that tiny critter were tellin us about would you? Cause if you are, then you can stop hangin about here. All sorts of unsanitary bug-like things crawlin about, not a place to be sittin. So anyway, come on. He pulls back the bushes, revealing a small lake with all sorts of sea otters splashing around. The lake is fed by a waterfall on the opposite side from the group. Otters can be seen shooting down the waterfall into the lake. There are several logs tied together to form a pen in the shallows where several otter kits play around. A single, elderly otter makes her way along a stone path which leads away from the lake and up into the forest.
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Swift stands up quickly and grins. Looking up slightly at the sea otter, (sea otters are* really big after all) he says in his somewhat slurry, gritty voice.* Hmm... S'nice of a lad to welcome us to the destination we've sought over many perilous days and nights. S'a lovely place y've got 'ere, lad... He brushes past the otter and starts swaggering around, eyes wide and frowning, lips semi pursed, and pointing at various things. Lessee... Yep, s'alot like I imagined it... Not like me old holt used to be... But this is good... A lad could like this lark... (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 11:04:54 10/05/03 Sun Reed, who had been fer the time, hurling up what was left in his gut. too much coffee, well, never had he experenced caffeine before, and a odd light of something was in his eye. Quite oweird to see a otter, an evil looking otter, bounce of walls and trees Whoa, whoa, bloody big fer an sea otter aint yeh after all Reed is a sea otter, but only short, stout, and broad-shouldered Lookit thar Swifty, hehehe, hahahehe, thars water, hehe, and little kits, yarrHe grins, and takes off towards the water at an alarming rate -- Reed Streamline..., 12:59:20 10/05/03 Sun Thistle looks up at the sea otter, tilting her head so much she almost tips over Great seasons, lookit the size on you, otter! I'm a normal mousemaid, and here you are, towering over everyone here. I'm jealous of your verticality. Tell me, what substances did you eat to obtain your height, or rather, is it genetic? I'll need to see family trees dating 15 generations back, if you don't mind...etc. (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 13:45:29 10/05/03 Sun Mickle lifts his head to see who everyone's talking to. Oh! hello there, great big otter-type. I would be Mickle Swiftstrike. I have 2 questions for you, though. 1st, Who are you, and 2nd, why is it that Melville can run through this tree, and I can't? -- Mickle, 19:24:50 10/05/03 Sun Kit, who barely reaches Swift's chest, doesn't even bother to look up Hiya matey, don' go thinkin' i'm rude or anythin', but if I have t'look up there my neck'll break! Stares past the seaotter at Reed and Swift. Erm, yer wouldn' happen to have any rum lyin' around would yer, 'cause I think I know a few beasts who're neddin' some...she winks it'll stop 'em creepin' you out. Well, it'll probably stop 'em doin' anythin' really... -- Kit, 12:02:00 10/07/03 Tue Reed tackles a kit into the water and begins a splash fight, soon after running up to the group with a bucketfull of water, chucks it on them, then runs away laughing like madHaha!heehee! goooott youus! -- Reed, 15:58:23 10/07/03 Tue The sea otter looks down at Mickle. Well, the names Flots actually. Not too sure what mumsy was thinkin actually when she chose that'un, but that's alright! And the main reason Melly gave you the slip is because he probly went around the tree instead of rammin into it like you seem to have done. Now, about my height, He bends down and looks at Thistle. I'm sure you knew that otters are bigger than mice, and sea otters are bigger than the regular type. No family tree needed. You folks'll probly wnat to be talkin to that old feller over yonder to learn where our entrance lies. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a coffee loaded drunkard to beat. He calls down a few other huge otters from the cliff and the rush off after Reed. -- Flots, 16:27:38 10/07/03 Tue A tiny otter kit stares blankly at the group for a moment and then says. I doan't fink he 'as any wum. -- otter kit, 16:34:15 10/07/03 Tue The little kit that Reed has tackled squeals aloud as she runs away. 'Elp! 'Ee's garn git Brecks! 'Elp Brecks! The tiny ottermaid darts away wailing aloud and shrieking bloody murder. (NT) -- Brecks, 16:43:04 10/07/03 Tue Swift laughs as he trots over and tries to slam a headlock on Reed. Easy, mate, easy... You're going to get yourself killed if you keep up this manner, savvy? Now, come with me, if you please... He motions for Reed to follow him to the water's edge. (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 16:45:29 10/07/03 Tue Reed stands up ad waddles dumbly after Swift Whar weh goin' Swiff'y? huh huh? whar? -- Reed, 19:05:14 10/07/03 Tue By the water, Swift attempts to grab Reed and thrust him in the water. We're going to sober you up! (NT) -- Swift, 13:40:27 10/08/03 Wed Sighs I'm sure somebeast mentioned breakfast a while ago yer know...some time after the lack of evening meal/feast was metioned...ie. a long time ago. Gazes at all of the activity in the water for a moment then wades in and dunks Brecks underwater. -- Kit, 15:01:09 10/08/03 Wed Rudd surfaces in the middle of the lake and swims towards Kit and Brecks. Y'know tacklin' kits can't possibly leave a very good first impression. Why don't we stop with the infanticide and go have breakfast. Me an' Fik got here early so the feast'd be nice and planned. Non-waterly beasts grab on to an able swimmer and try your best not to drown. Everyone, follow me. He dives back under the water and swims towards the bottom. -- Rudd, 17:34:29 10/08/03 Wed Reed glubs out, while hes being shoved under But h'i'm sober he wiggles free of Swifts grasp, comes up and splashes him -- Reed the 10 season old, 28 season old otter, 17:34:48 10/08/03 Wed Mickle sits up and looks arround. hmm...any of you otter types wanna carry a lil' ferret such as meself? -- Mickle, 19:48:46 10/08/03 Wed Swift is splashed, but fails to notice. He looks at Mickle. Can't swim, then? Sigh. Right. Anybeast as isn't inclined to matters of aquatic nature, cling to my jacket like your lives depended on it whilst I tow ye into the depths of the pool. He looks about. Towees, now would be a good time to grab on, if you please. (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 10:41:49 10/09/03 Thu I'd offer a tow, but yer'd drown afore I could pull another beast down there. Gives the spulttering Brecks a paw up and moves further out into the water. Wait, Rudd mentioned food didn't he? Without wating for an answer, she dives hastily underwater and follows Rudd in a stream of bubbles. -- Kit, 12:59:06 10/09/03 Thu latches onto Swift like a limpet I cannot swim too well, I being my own species and the otters being theirs... (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 15:24:18 10/09/03 Thu Rudd swims into a hole at the base of the cliff. The hole is the entrance to a nice, dry tunnel that eventually gets to the holt. He sits and waits for the rest to arrive. (NT) -- Rudd, 15:41:29 10/09/03 Thu Swift grins. Well, there's one annoying piece of cargo... Annoying, but very welcome all the same. He grins. Well, will that be all for the Brooktail ferry? (NT) -- Swift, 19:44:51 10/09/03 Thu Mickle walks over to Flots. Sah, I'm willing to bet that you're a stronger, faster swimmer than my good friend Swift over there, even with a ferret such as myself holding onto you. Would that be the case? -- Mickle, 20:13:48 10/09/03 Thu Swift laughs. I wouldn't doubt for a second as that lad's stronger than me. Lookit him. He holds his arms wide. Me, though, my value is contained solely in the fact as I'm a spectacular captain type. But I don't talk about that. Last call for the Brooktail ferry! (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 13:25:14 10/10/03 Fri Flots bends down next tow Mickle. Just hop on my back an' we''l be to the entrance in no time at all. Might want to hold on tight though, some sort of scientific cutting of water might rip you off. (NT) -- Flots, 16:30:16 10/10/03 Fri OOC: Sorry, meant next to Mickle. (NT) -- Flots, 16:31:27 10/10/03 Fri Mickle hops onto his back and grabs on tight. Ready to go whenever you are, matey! -- Mickle, 20:26:19 10/10/03 Fri Lauren swaggers up, and grins at Swift. Fezzik's 'ere, buddy. You gonna give me a tow? OOC: Sorry I've been gone. Stupid internet. Stupid school. (NT) -- Lauren Flame Eyes, 21:35:53 10/11/03 Sat Swift looks from Lauren's footpaws (feetpaws? I dunno) up to her head and grins. I suppose... And if I can't tow you, I can choke you while our Spaniard, sorry, swordmaid Thistle, asks if you're prepared to die for killing her father! Yep, Westley's here. Grab on while we're in the water, love. Swift clutches Thistle and splashes into the water, floating about and waiting for Lauren. OOC: Pardon all the references to "The Princess Bride." Lauren and I came to the realization that she's Fezzik and Swift's Westley. And Thistle's a swordmaid, so she can be Inigo. So yeah... Onward! (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 21:56:19 10/11/03 Sat OOC: WOOT! I'm Inigo! cackle Kit can be Princess Buttercup! Rudd can be Prince Humperdink! BIC: Mutters My name is Inigithiss Monfaith. You kill my father, prepare to die! snicker (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 09:35:44 10/12/03 Sun OOC: What's this about funny names? Where'd all these come from eh? (NT) -- Rudd the slightly confused about what book you guys are talking about, if you even are talking about a book, if you aren't then I'm really confused., 17:41:02 10/12/03 Sun OOC: Rudd, it's from a movie called "The Princess Bride." Go rent it. Watch it. Laugh at it. Love it. Maybe even worship it if you're weird enough...=^.^= (NT) -- Thistle, 18:35:53 10/12/03 Sun ooc: bows before the great movie.* oh, great Princess Bride... -- Mickle, 19:25:14 10/12/03 Sun OOC: Dons glasses to look scholarly. Good point, Madame Thistle; howevah! There was a book entitled "The Princess Bride" that was the basis for the movie. I believe William Goldman wrote it, though I'm not entirely positive. Anyway! BIC: Swift, assuming that Lauren is on and won't get mad at him for doing this because she'll understand the need to move the quest, begins swimming along underwater toward the entrance. (NT) -- Swift Westley, 21:23:24 10/12/03 Sun Flots reaches the entrance with Mickle in tow. OOC: Alright, I'll rent it if I see it. "In tow", that makes sense doesn't it? Sounds a little odd. (NT) -- Flots, 12:31:55 10/13/03 Mon Clambers into the tunnel where Rudd is waiting, dripping all over the dry floor and shaking her head mumbling Buttercup? Princess Buttercup? Oh dear...(OCC: Considers even wondering is that film arrives over here. Princess Buttercup? Prays it doesn't. -- Kit, 13:47:56 10/13/03 Mon Swift, struggling with the weight of Lauren, eventually comes into the dry entrance. Depositing Thistle on the ground, he drags himself forward, grunting and panting. He takes a swig off of one of his many flasks, and says to Lauren. Blimey! Can't a lass lighten up? S'all that plain bread and cheese as makes you fat, love. No offense and all, of course... Coughpantwheeze. Bloody... I'm out of shape... (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 14:05:50 10/13/03 Mon (ooc: * pokes at a mostly dead vermin.* well, this one isn't fully dead. he's mostly dead...)) Mickle hops up shaking about in an attempt to dry his fur. thankee much, My good otter-type. now, where's the food? -- Mickle, 16:24:38 10/13/03 Mon Lauren gives her fur a good shake. Ah, shut yer yap! Not like I'm supposed ta be daintylike. 'Sides, I'll give you another good whoppin', and I don't think you want one of them. (NT) -- Lauren CrAzY Flame Eyes Fezzik, 17:33:45 10/13/03 Mon Swift grunts as he stands. Hm. Gimme another good whoppin', eh? As I recall, you needed the help of a tree to half-whop me last time. As I recall, I was choking you out, and you backed up into a tree and started smashin' me. He grins. We'll have a rematch some time, but right now, I think I smell the food a cookin' or waitin'. Let's go, mates. He sets off, still dripping profusely down the hallway. (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 19:02:42 10/13/03 Mon Reed bolts outta the water, sprints, and jumps onto Swifts back Piggy back ride Sah!He chuckles then jumps off, and begins to jog backwards in front of everyone knees up lads! knees teh the roof! -- Reed, 19:44:54 10/13/03 Mon Raises her paw in the air. I object t'the generalisation of "lads"! Grins. I also object t'yer gettin' in the way of everybeast when we're tryin' to get to the food! -- Kit, 11:59:33 10/14/03 Tue winks Oh no, Kit, he meant lads 'cause us ladies aren't dumb enough to follow males' orders! chuckles, and follows Reed at a nice slow walk (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 13:49:14 10/14/03 Tue Swift continues along, whistling and admiring the echo. He pauses for a moment to admire himself in his mirror again, then sets off, grinning to himself for reasons unknown. (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 15:53:13 10/14/03 Tue Rudd rushes up infront of Swift. If you're groomin yourself to get a female otter-types attention here, it probly wont work. They're all a good four heads taller than you anyway. Somewhere near the back of the group Flots grins and nods. Anyway here we are. Rudd points to a series of tunnels and pools. Course this is just the entrance room. Take off your shoes and place them to the left, if you don't have shoes that doesn't apply. Now, lets get going. He crawls through a small tunnel that leads to a huge cave. Pillars made of wood support the ceiling all over the room. Huge otters sit at equally huge tables in between these pillars. Grab a seat somwhere! Don't be shy. Only that fellow over in the corner there'll bite! Flots shouts as he points at a snarling otter in the corner. Food'll be out in a moment (NT) -- Rudd and Flots, 16:41:28 10/14/03 Tue Before the group can decide where to sit, a bunch of otters leap up and grab everyone seperately. One, who's louder than the rest, says, You've all had the pleasure of spendin' time with eachother the whole time! We want your company individually! The others are carried off to different tables, save for Swift and Fik. They find themselves seated next to the snarling otter. Swift grins at Fik. S'gonna be fun for us, mate! Fik glares at the two otters, snarling and drunk. OOC: Please, feel free to pick where the random otters have taken you. Just don't place yourselves near others... Rudd and I are going to go for some humor, heheheh. (NT) -- Random Otters and Swift and Fik, 17:11:38 10/14/03 Tue Reed is sweeped off by a tall, pretty sea otter. The grey/ white and black speckled, blue eyed female otter mate and her lassies pull Reed over to a table, plop him down and begin to question him on where his good looks come from, like those other handsome otters (wink) -- Reed Streamline and Flow Whitecap &Company, 18:57:04 10/14/03 Tue Swift sits, staring up at the head of the hall, waiting for food, when he feels something wet hit his paw. He looks back to see the snarling otter no longer snarling, but looking glassy eyed at him and drooling freely. As another drop hits Swifts arm, he scoots himself a bit away, grabs Fik, and puts the small shrew next to the otter, mumbling. All over my effects... How about a bit of politeness for a change... Here you are, Fik matey; hope you don't mind bein' wet. Looking over Fik at the mystery otter, he asks. What's your name, lad? The slack jawed formerly snarling otter replies. Gizzzsh... Brawfallackackacka... Gizzzsh... Swift blinks. Right, Gizzzsh, s'a pleasure! Widening his eyes a bit, he turns to look back up to the head of the hall, secretly wondering how he, Captain of the crew, ended up in the back with an insane otter and angry shrew all alone, when he should've been surrounded by lovely ottermaids. (NT) -- Swift, a bit of Fik, and Gizzzsh, 13:26:46 10/15/03 Wed (inside!) -- Thistle the Odd, 15:44:46 10/15/03 Wed (inside, cursed maximum of 1000 letters, I only had 1041! I know that's still over the limit but I need to gripe about something) -- Rudd, two rude otters, and two hedgehogs, 16:33:00 10/15/03 Wed Gizzzsh is looking at Swift and licking his lips. He hops up, runs around on all fours, panting and rambling, and ends up biting into Swift's leg. The large otter yells in alarm as he grabs the nearest item: a chair, and bashes it over the berserk otter. Gizzzsh retains his hold on Swift's leg as the Captain yells aloud in alarm. SOMEBEAST GET 'IM OFF A LAD!!!! WHAT'S HE DO, SHARPEN 'IS BLOODY TEETH! Following is a stream of language that shant be repeated here, for it could curdle milk with it's vileness. (NT) -- Gizzzsh and Swift, 17:38:02 10/15/03 Wed Reed is being swooned over by the ladys, grinning to him self and puffing out his chest he stands to his tallest and walks over to Swift, He grunts out as two of his claws extend into Gizzzsh's pressure point -- Reed, who is much more handsomer than Swift and Rudd put together(wink), Streamline, 18:42:59 10/15/03 Wed Mickle finds himself seated amongst a group of young otters (dibbuns?). (dibbunish otters) wow! you're a funny lookin, lil otter! why's your face all funny lookin? why's your tail so skinnyish?... -- Mickle, 18:57:52 10/15/03 Wed Gizzzsh howls and lies on his side, twitching and sniffing. Swift looks down at him. Blimey, Reed, you frog-frightener... What'd you do to the lad??? (NT) -- Swift and Gizzzsh, 21:26:10 10/15/03 Wed Kit wanders around the cave for a while, intimidated by the huge sizes of everything, then, eyeing the huge sizes of the food on the tables, decides enough is enough and wriggles into a small gap between a hulking pair of otters. Kneeling up on her seat she manges to grab a bowl of some kind of stew and sits back to eat it. The otter on her left watches the paw reaching across his field of vision with interest before turning to see who it belongs to. "Who're you?" Keeping a tight hold on her food Kit replys, I just arrived matey. Came in wi'Rudd an', er...then three over that. She points at Swift, Fik and Reed. The otter looks at her some more, then looks even further down and behind her. What do yer think you're doin'? "You've got a rudder." The ottermaid roles her eyes. Yes, it's this thing otters 'ave. "A bit short t'be an otter ain't yer?" Kit glares at him. Just 'cause some seaotters happen to be blinkin' giants-... -- Kit, food and otter, 06:19:55 10/16/03 Thu Mickle grins at the little otters pelting him with questions well, maties, I'm a very rare otter, you see...a ferrety otter. What about yourselves? how'd you get so big? -- Mickle, 19:50:09 10/16/03 Thu ((OOC- Do you mind if I join? I unnerstand if you're kinda full or if it is a bit too far into the quest, but it said newcomers welcome... If so, can I have been with the holt for awhile before you came, just so I can come smoothly in? (NT) -- Pearl Streamsong, 14:35:49 10/18/03 Sat OOC: That might work..... You can definately join, me an' Swift just like to have flawless reasons for people's arrival. Just give us a minute to think up a good way for you to join. You being here for a while actually sounds pretty good Leans back in his chair and scratches his chin, wishing he had facial hair. BIC: Fik glances down at Gizzzsh, then looks at the empty spot where the giant lump of crazy had been sitting. I see this seats no longer taken. Don't mind if I do. He scooches over to Gizzsh's former spot to give himself more elbow room. Carefully avoiding the bowl of drool covered soup Gizzsh had been "eating" from, he grabs some tropical looking fruits and digs in. (NT) -- Fik, 16:43:53 10/18/03 Sat Er, Fik/Rudd, can you look inside for a moment? -- Pearl Streamsong, 19:01:30 10/18/03 Sat OOC: It works well for the situation. I'm sure Rudd would agree that it's amusing. My only slight problem is that Swift actually is pretty tall. Like, really big for a river otter. That's the only reason he's about Rudd's size. But no matter, it works. Welcome to the Never Ending Quest! BIC: Swift, who's still glancing at the twitching Gizzzsh, hears his name shouted. He glances up and laughs. HAH! Bounced your way into a pretty little cage, eh? How marvellous! Swift walks over and points and laughs at Pearl. Meanwhile, Gizzzsh has stopped twitching and is looking intently at Fik, drool now bubbling on the edge of his mouth as he crawls over to Fik, growling slightly. (NT) -- Swift and Gizzzsh, 11:01:07 10/19/03 Sun The large seaotter sitting next to Kit interupts her tirade with a question. "Are y'called Kit then?" Yeah, why? He grins widely. "Our pet jus' said it knew some o'you visiters an' said it were no smaller than Kit, soes yer must be Kit. Ha! It'd be 'ard t'be shorter than you!" Kit begns to turn red under the fur on her face. Thanks a lot Pearl! she growls before glaring at the seaotter again. So yer think little otters are pets do yer? We've got rudders like you 'aven't we? Maybe you just eat too much! -- Kit, 11:30:06 10/19/03 Sun OOC: That works out quite well actually. As Swift said, welcome to the quest. BIC: Rudd turns around to look at the cage. Keeping a very straight face he says. Nope, never seen 'er in my life. He goes back to his conversation with his two headgehog buddies. Fik meanwhile is looking nervously at Gizzzsh, far to busy being in a predicament to notice Pearl's problem. Niiice, giant otter dealie. You want you spot back do you? Well here you go. Fik scoots over to his left, bumping into the cave wall and cramping his shoulders together to take up as little room as possible. -- Rudd and Fik, 13:32:03 10/19/03 Sun OOC- Yeah, i'm shorter that you, but taller than Kit. Glares back at Kit BIC- Glares at Swift and rattles the bars hard I WANT OUT OF THIS... THIS...CAGE! NOW! Calms down, sits, and proceeds to shut her mouth tightly, ignoring all the others, except for her last statement If I am to be treated in such a humiliating and appaling manner by fellow river otters... Yes YOU!Turns to Swift... Then I will have naught to do with the entire company of otters here until let out. Sniffs, turning to Thistle Hello, Thiss, lovely day, isn't it? Too bad some creatures take for granted the freedom they have to roam free amidst it... (NT) -- Pearl Streamsong the Indignant... but don't take it personally... wink, 13:38:06 10/19/03 Sun OOC- Heh, Rudd, you must have posted just before me, because I didn't see your post. So i'll just add a bit more here... BIC- Pearl looks at rudd in disgust, and continues to glare at the big sea otters all around. One starts poking a stick in the cage bars 'Ey, mates, look! Th' little thing don't like sticks. See? He begins poking at her with it. Pearl scoots out of the way, but not before being caught on the side. Snarling, she grabs the stick and throws it out of the cage bars, still demanding to be let go. Swift, Rudd, Fik, Thistle, Kit, I KNOW YOU! You MUST know me! Tell them I'm not a pet! I'M AN OTTER! (NT) -- Pearl, 15:51:05 10/19/03 Sun blinks and waves at Pearl Oh dear, you seem to be in a predicament. A familiar one at that...growlmutter Shrews...clears throat, then turns to the burly male otter beside her Would you please assist me in getting my delightful friend Pearl out of the cage? Otter: But...she's our pet! Thistle: THWACK Otter: Err...arright, missy, no need ter get so violn't onnus...Thistle and the otter (whom I promptly dub Fishbreath) stride over to Pearl's cage, the mousemaid with Fishbreath in tow Release her at once! She is an otter, and I can prove it! (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 16:22:25 10/19/03 Sun Swift looks at the otters. Arright mates, I think she's gonna get hostile if we keep her in there much longer... Best to be lettin' her go, methinks. Gizzzsh, meanwhile, has taken his seat, but is sniffing away at Fik and still growling. (NT) -- Swift and Gizzzsh, 16:34:34 10/19/03 Sun OOC-Shrews? BIC-Pearl smiles gratefully at Thistle. Yes, if Thistle can prove I'm an otter, there is no disputing it! The fur on the back of her neck raises as she stands up And If I'm not let out soon, I will show you what "hostile" is! Grips the bars tightly, waiting for some big, heartlessly cruel sea otter to come up with the key that goes with the lock on the cage (NT) -- Pearl, 17:26:44 10/19/03 Sun Mickle pokes his head out of the crowd of Young otters and looks about for the source of the shouting. Oi! Pearl! how're doin? I didn't know you were in the area...Why are you in a cage? a small otter smacks Mickle on the back of the head. (Otter) Cain't ye see? Its our pet! (Mickle) Pet??? Wot do ye mean by that? Can't ye see she's an otter? the 2 begin a fierce argument over Pearl. -- Mickle, 19:55:46 10/19/03 Sun oops...that was supposed to be, "how're ye doin?" not "how're doin?" -- Mickle, 19:57:09 10/19/03 Sun OOC: Shrews because that's how we brought Thistle in to the quest... Whilst sailing for the holt, we came upon an isle of shrews which we dubbed "Shrew Island." They had Thistle and Riversun captured, and I believe they thought they were vermin. Anyway, Thistle's grumbling over it still. BIC: Swift nods at the two otters and stands to his full hieght, which brings him to the otters' chins. He says in a commanding tone: Right, I'm claiming responsibility for said smallish otter in yon cage. She's officially part o' me crew, and as Captain of the crew of the S.S. Ruddingy III or wotever, I demand she be set free. He crosses his arms and nods. Quick as y'like, lads. (NT) -- Captain Swiftstream Brooktail, 14:36:54 10/20/03 Mon OOC- AaaAAaahh... I see now... BIC-Sighs thankfully and grins at the rest, fully expecting to be set free. The otter to her left salutes Swift smartly and takes the key to the cage, placing it in the lock. The one to the left had been picking earwax from his ears and hadn't heard Swift Oi! Wadderyer doin' dat for, eh? It's our pet,ya ain't gonna jus' letter go! He take the key out so fast it snaps OTHER OTTER: twas on orders o' that there biggish river otter chap, said it was part o' 'is crew! Now lookit wot ye done, the keys all broke! PEARL: Settles the boiling rage within her, and takes out a small pin from her pouch, hanging it to rhe nearest otter. Just STOP quarrelin' an' get me out o' here! The pin should work, 'tis hard. I'd do it meself, but I can't reach the lock... scowls (NT) -- Pearl Streamsong... hoping the pin doesn't break... shouldn't, though... Scowls at anyone that breaks it..., 15:06:04 10/20/03 Mon Swift swaggers over to the cage and grins as he pulls out his throwing knife. Take it easy Pearly... I'll 'ave ye out of there in a mo'... After screwing around with the knife in the lock, a click issues forth. Swift grins. S'right. Captain Swiftstream Brooktail could be a whackin' great thief if he felt the urges to pursue said career. Welcome to the crew, Pearl. Have a seat wherever, I suppose... Though s'not my hall to give welcome to beasts for.... (NT) -- Swift, 18:55:25 10/20/03 Mon Pearly? Hmm, I like that... Pearly Streamysong the Crazy, bouncy, never-ending-energetically Ottermaid!Pearl is so thankful to be let out that she tears out of the cage, tripping on her feet and falling flat on her back. She looks up at Swift and Kit, grinning Er, heh, I'm really short now... Gets up slowly, rubbing her head, and looks around. She is seeing the holt now as she should have a month ago... She grins and winks at the Earwax-Otter and picks up the gae, topping it on his head like a hat that was too big. Enjoy the hat now, hope you like it! (NT) -- Pearly Streamysong the Crazy, Bouncy, Never-ending-energetically ottermaid, 19:37:18 10/20/03 Mon Kit gives up on arguing with the seaotter eating next to her. The tall thing blinks as Pearl is realeased and mumbles in surprise, "I think we jus' lost our pet o'er there!" You don' think, that's the problem! The ottermaid dumps the remains of her stew in his lap and, grabbing a piece of bread to nibble on, wanders over to Pearl. Havin' fun matey? -- Kit, 13:24:00 10/21/03 Tue Thistle excuses herself from Fishbreath the jockotter and pops up next to Pearl 'Allo, Pearl, nice to see you not-behind bars! (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 13:51:26 10/21/03 Tue Thankee! I think 'tis nice as well. I wunner if Earwax there is enjoying his new hat? Earwax the otter is trying in vain to pull the cage off his shoulders; his arms never reach high enough to pull it completely off. Pearl snickers and tunrs back to Thislte and Kit So 'ow did you two get here, and meet up with the rest of the crew? Huh, they kept me in that cage for a full month, an' even tried putting me on a leash to get me t' walk around outside of it! They never tried that again... snickers again, flicking her eyes over to the Earwax otter, a long scar on his left forepaw They wouldn't get the thing off me, so I bit 'im! (NT) -- Pearl Streamsong, 15:17:50 10/21/03 Tue

Subject: Swift hums as he struts along. After a few minutes, he stops and anounces. I really have no idea where I'm going, you know. I've never been here in me life. Oi Rudd! Why don't you lead us on? I'm gonna inadvertantly lead us back to the boat if I keep on here. He falls back to Reed. Handing over a small flask, he grins. S'an odd bit I stumble on ages ago... S'called "coffee." Should help you out a bit. But don't drink up too much.
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OOC: Forgot the OOC part announcing that it's time for a new post, so, here it is: We've left Jadris' hut, he disappeared for some reason... So now we're trying to find our way through the trees and forest and such to the holt on our own. Good luck us! (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 22:01:10 09/17/03 Wed Kit grins at Reed's discomfort. Y'should of dumped that water over yer head instead of yer footpaws matey! An' Swift, I don' partic'uly care where y'lead us as long as a liddle thing called 'breakfast' is involved... (NT) -- Kit, 14:56:53 09/18/03 Thu Well, I figure we wander around the beach until we find a river, our holt used to be on the banks of like the only river around here, more of a stream really. We can have breakfast whenever everybeast likes as far as I'm concerned, I'm in no rush to find the place. He continues to mumble to himself aout directions as he walks towards the beach. (NT) -- Rudd, 17:03:02 09/18/03 Thu Coffee, the liquid substance made of coffee beans and H20...walks purposefully around, even though she has no purpose. Her eyes suddenly alight on a broken tree branch We didn't do that, did we? No, because we didn't pass by here before...curious...maybe it was that Jadris character that did it. Or maybe somebeast else. (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 18:09:11 09/18/03 Thu Mickle walks over to the broken branch and examines it. well, whoever broke it left a piece of thread. see? points to thread. (NT) -- Mickle, 20:32:06 09/18/03 Thu Swift takes the thread, sniffs it, examines it closely, tastes it, and pauses. After a few moments of silence he announces. I've no clue what this is. Looks like it coulda come off me jacket, only I've not passed this area... I only know one other beast with a jacket somewhat like mine... And there ain't no way he'd be here... Despite his assurance, a slightly disturbed look flits across Swift's face. Soon, it's gone as he goes back to grinning stupidly. I'd say best not to worry, chaps. Asides, I think I hear flowin' water nearby... We might be closin' in on the holt. (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 22:35:23 09/18/03 Thu Mickle winces slightly as Swift tastes the thread, then nods at swift. I've been hearing the water for a while now, matey! did you just start to hear it? (NT) -- Mickle, 09:06:02 09/20/03 Sat Fik smacks Swift on the back of the head. Who shoves things in his mouth like that? Come on now! Could've been a frog's sweater! Common sense man! Rudd nods at Mickle Well I think we've all been hearing that for a while, mind you Swift's horrid at anything otter-like. So that might explain why he'd just be hearing it now. (NT) -- Fik and Rudd, 17:31:03 09/20/03 Sat stifles chuckles Rudd, that was tasteless, rude, insulting...and rather hilarious. Maybe it's his genes, maybe it's a genetic mutation for the worse, maybe...maybe...maybe...he's just drunk. (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 07:17:55 09/21/03 Sun I ain't drunk, lads. And I've been hearin' said water for a while. And as to who shoves things like that in their mouth like that, He slaps Fik on the back of the head. I obviously does. Can't be afraid to taste stuff when you're a world class tracker such's m'self. But c'mon... Can't be too far off now... (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 11:03:27 09/21/03 Sun Mickle sits back and grins. so, ye've been hearing it for a while, huh? well, what else do you hear, oh great tracker? (NT) -- Mickle, 19:34:52 09/21/03 Sun Swift grins. Well, cully, me great tracker senses are tellin' me that there's a fat, lazy ferret a sittin' down not to far from me and he's gawpin' and gapin' at a fine lookin' specimen of otter when he should be movin' along to an otter holt for a feast! With a jaunty spin, he continues swaggering along, and finds himself on the edge of the stream/river deal. Mates, here we are! Now, which way do we head, oh brave and valiant Prince Ruddingy? (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 10:35:52 09/22/03 Mon Food? Did somebeast mention food? Bows towards Rudd. Lead on yer 'ighness! (NT) -- Kit, 13:37:30 09/22/03 Mon Rudd looks upstream, pauses, then looks downstream. Weeeeeeeell...... Followin the current would take us t'wards the ocean.... and we don't want to go there. So, this way aho! Onward everybody! He hops into the stream and swims against the weak current. Need to have a dip in the water now an' then. Washes the seasalt off one's legs an' rudder. (NT) -- Rudd, 17:56:42 09/22/03 Mon Fik quietly ties Swift's rudder to a long willow branch as the polite otter waits his turn to jump into the river. (NT) -- Fik, 18:00:00 09/22/03 Mon Mickle jumps onto Swift's shoulders, then hangs his head down to look in Swift's eyes. that fat part wasn't neccesary, ye great river whalloper! (NT) -- Mickle, 19:44:04 09/22/03 Mon Swift sighs, grabs Mickle, and deposits him on the ground, then undoes his rudder, muttering aloud. Fik you little prat, I do have feeling in me rudder, and I can feel when a pair of sticky paws are grimin' it up and clumsily tying it to a tree. And Mickle, you insinuated that my tracker skills weren't up to par, ergo, the fat part was necessary. With that, he darts along the shore of the stream/river, getting a running start and leaping into the middle of the water, where he begins swimming along speedily. (NT) -- Swift, 21:49:08 09/22/03 Mon Thistle takes one glance at the water and loudly dismisses it as: Yurgh! What sort of particles could be floating in that I don't know, and, and...sigh Oh, well. hops in with a small splash If I get any diseases, it'll be you I'll have to blame! glares at whoever's nearest (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 14:10:53 09/23/03 Tue mickle winks at Thistle as she glares at him. why, Thistle, matey, I'm hurt that ye'd blame me for somethin that's all Swift's fault! with that, Mickle begins dashing along the bank, trying to keep up with Swift. (NT) -- Mickle, 19:42:00 09/23/03 Tue Kit jumps into the water after them, ducks her head under for a moment, then surfaces paddling cheerfully. 'Course there's particles in it Thistle: good ole water particles! * And with that she splashes river water over the mousemaid's head.* Better matey? (NT) -- Kit the orful ottermaid, 12:06:03 09/24/03 Wed Reappears out of some bushes (OOC: Sorry, forgot all about this @_@ ) C'mon, this way! (NT) -- Jadris, 14:27:45 09/24/03 Wed Thistle looks mad for a split second, and then her expression dissolves into all smiles Thankee, Kit, for alerting me to the water particles in there. Of course, there's also phytoplankton and zooplankton and other protists, but...glances at Jadris Ah, NOW he comes. Fashionably late, m? (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 13:35:41 09/25/03 Thu Swift yells over to Jadris. Nice of you to catch up, oh valiant guide! Fortunately, we found our way along thanks to our gallant Prince Ruddingy! We'll soon be approaching the holt! (NT) -- Swift, 21:13:01 09/25/03 Thu Fik sighs and hops in the river. How was I supposed to know you 'ad feelin in your rudder? I don't have one do I? Nope, all I have is this perfect lidle tail of mine. Much better than any ol' plank tied to ones bottom. You otter types sure look dumb with 'em. (NT) -- Fik, 16:37:43 09/26/03 Fri Mickle slows down and begins walking next to Jadris. so, matey, how far is it to this holt? (NT) -- Mickle, 20:05:02 09/26/03 Fri* ooc:nope...fix that... BIC: Mickle slows down and begins walking next to Jadris. so, matey, how far is it to this holt? (NT) -- Mickle, 20:06:26 09/26/03 Fri A loud barking yell greets the group. Oy! Stop right there now! Who you think you are? Floppin around in our fish 'atchin stream like that!?!? 'Course it isn't matin season for the fishies quite yet.... But still GET OUT! An arrow thuds into a tree nearby. There's a good nine 'undred of us 'ere and you've gotten us nice an angry! (NT) -- Strange Voice, 10:25:55 09/27/03 Sat Rudd pulls himself out of the water. Alright, alright, now we wouldn't want to be made into pincushions so we'll just come on out now. (Fik crawls onto the bank as Rudd says this) Rudd continues We mean no harm you should know. Just comin 'ere on vacation an' such. Needed a break from reality y'know. Can be quite hard to take without a nice sandy beach. As he talks Fik quietly slips into the bushes. (NT) -- Rudd and Fik, 10:33:55 09/27/03 Sat Swift grins and splashes around even more. Ain't no nine hundred beasts going to stop an otter from floppin' around in a stream! It'll take at least a thousand to stop me! (NT) -- Swift, 10:35:23 09/27/03 Sat Two more arrows find their way to the stream, neatly missing Swift by a hair, (NT) -- Strange Voice, 10:40:24 09/27/03 Sat Swift stands and holds his arms akimbo, eyes widening and looking at the spots where the arrows hit. He changes tune instantly. How's about we just have a drink, hm? Drinks for everyone, on me! He grins stupidly. (NT) -- Swift, 10:50:38 09/27/03 Sat Fik strolls out of the forest, dragging an incredibly agitated otter behind him. Hey lookit what I found! Little thing had a bow an' everything. A loud booming voice comes out of the teeny otter. (tiny otter) Let go of me you fiend! I'll have you know that I come from a large holt! They'll whoop you blithering idiots good when they find out you've stolen me! Fik gives it a kick (Fik) Oh shuttup! The otter begins to thrash about. (tiny otter) Unhand Melville the Great! Rudd falls over laughing. (Rudd) Melly you tiny brute! Still haven't grown eh? Fik tie a leash on the little horror. He rummages around in his pack and tosses a rope at Fik. Now lead on McDuff, we've got a whole bunch of eating to do. (NT) -- Fik, Melville and Rudd, 15:30:00 09/27/03 Sat Swift smiles as his jaw drops. You know this little horror, oh valiant Prince Ruddingy? Can we keep 'im? He'd make a handsome pet! He swaggers over and begins pinching Melville's cheeks. Hello, precious! (NT) -- Swift, 15:36:43 09/27/03 Sat mickle recollects his things from where he'd dropped them, then glances about the trees nervously. Swift, matey, are ye sure that tauntin 'im like that's a good idea? wot if there're more from the holt out here? (NT) -- Mickle, 17:05:51 09/27/03 Sat Y'd better listen to that tiny guy you giant oaf. There's planty more otters out 'ere an' if you make too much rakcet you'll end up regrettin it! (NT) -- Melly, 18:03:13 09/27/03 Sat Mickle's eyes flash as he turns on the small otter. Tiny?! You, me short lil dibbun, are callin me tiny?! Mickle begins to march towards Melville. (NT) -- Mickle, 21:04:02 09/27/03 Sat Thistle tilts her head at the tiny otter and has to hold her breath to keep from laughing (NT) -- Thistle, 06:10:12 09/28/03 Sun Kit, having no where near Thistle's diplomacy, laughs out loud and calls over to Melville: There's plenty of otters down 'ere an' all, only I don' think that's all yer've got t'worry about! I mean, it's bad enough you firin' arrers, but I think yer just added insult t'injury... (NT) -- Kit, 09:49:01 09/28/03 Sun Swift walks along, giving up on Melville He yells back. Onward mates, we gotta drop the liddleun off at the holt! Oh yeah, he looks a bit like you, Rudd. He a cousin or something? (NT) -- Swiftstream, 19:14:37 09/29/03 Mon Mickle steps right up to Melville and stares down at the miniscule (I love big words!) otter. so, oh shrunken one, do you still wanna call me tiny? (NT) -- Mickle, 19:41:21 09/29/03 Mon An old member of the quest lurks in the shadows, waiting for someone to notice her... Her fur is black so she blends into the shadows perfectly. She waits... (NT) -- ..., 18:54:09 09/30/03 Tue Mell kicks out at Mickles shin. I'll call you what I want dingus! Now get outta my way so I can take yeh to the holt! He runs off at surprizing speeds, yelling about slow fools and uncatchable fiends. (Rudd) Oh, good, very good there guys. He's not a dibbun actually. He's older than me. Likes to pretend he's a youngun, he's just a runt is all. Can't figure out how he's always been so fast. But good luck trackin' him! Rudd walks off into the bushes, his frustration hid quite well until he screams and kicks a tree. (NT) -- Melly and Rudd, 16:01:55 10/01/03 Wed Swift blinks. That's the first time I've ever seen Rudd mad... And Coalie, you can come out of them bushes now. Nice of ye to join us again! (NT) -- Swift, 16:10:51 10/01/03 Wed Rudd comes out of the bushes and has a whispered conversation with Fik, after much nodding, Rudd turns and speaks to the group. Well, seeing as I'm leader of this whole group. I says we split up! You guys go over there. He points everybody towards the patch of bent grass Melly made when he ran off. An' me an' Fik'll go over here. Can't be too carefull when one's trackin' of course..... gotta....erm.. cover our angles! So, it is my leaderly command that you all head off over there! Fik gives Swift a heafty push in the direction of the bent grass before he and Rudd run off in the other direction. (NT) -- Rudd and Fik, 16:20:02 10/01/03 Wed Swiftie! catapults out of the bushes and trys to tackle Swiftie (NT) -- Coal Snagfire, 16:54:02 10/02/03 Thu Mickle scratches his head at Rudd's odd behavior. wonder why he's actin so strange...ah well. I'll catch that rude lil runt...* begins to attempt to track Melly.* (NT) -- Mickle, 17:02:27 10/02/03 Thu Swift neatly dodges Coal. He looks after Rudd. Okay... That's mighty peculiar... Wonder why those two maniacs took off... He turns back to the group. Well crew, looks like we're back in old Captain Swiftstream Brooktail's command now, savvy? No sittin' about, we're going to march for the holt. Commodore Ruddingy said 'twas on the riverstream thing, so, all's we've got to do is follow this and we'll hit it. And if we don't, well, we're bound to hit summat... There's always settlments on banks of streams. He spins and swaggers again, following the stream inland. (NT) -- Captain Swiftstream Brooktail, 17:39:03 10/02/03 Thu As the group rounds a bend in the stream two small lumps of brown hurtle out of the water and up a tree. Some small eyes peer out at Mickle from behind some leaves. Completely untrackable I tell you! You wouldn't have found me if I hadn't been so kind as to lead you right to me! A small paw emerges from the leaves and points accusingly at the group. You didn't want to attempt following me because I'm so great at losing beasts of all sorts! Well, just so you knew I don't actually know how to dissapear like magic, I thought I'd show up to prove it to you. And with that, I'll be off. Mellville falls from the tree in his attempt at a mysterios exit. Hitting the ground with a massive thud, he qucikly stumbles up, dusts himself off, and runs away again. (NT) -- Melly, 18:10:37 10/02/03 Thu Swift chuckles. That little Melville is a first class moron type. Right mates, carry on. I'm sure we'll run into him more. Bet he'll lead us straight to the holt without meanin' to... (NT) -- Swift, 18:32:16 10/02/03 Thu Mickle is up and after Melville in an instant. come back here, ye lil...ARGH!!! (NT) -- Mickle, 18:43:43 10/02/03 Thu Coal's face hits the ground and she slides along the ground, until the pile of dirt her snout has created stops her. What's wrong Mickle? she yells and she attemps to tackle Swift once again. (NT) -- Coal Snagfire, 19:53:08 10/02/03 Thu Hiya Coal! Kit grins at Mickle Don' tell me...you hit the tree? (NT) -- Kit, 10:06:00 10/03/03 Fri Thistle chuckles lightly, and she begins muttering snatches of random information under her breath (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 14:24:09 10/03/03 Fri Mickle lies on the ground, staring up at the tree that he ran into. Now, I know that he can't run through trees...so, why did I smash into it and he just disappears? (NT) -- Mickle, 17:16:16 10/03/03 Fri still flying at Swiftie... ((Kit, could you look inside?)) -- Coal Snagfire, 17:31:47 10/03/03 Fri Swift dodges again. Blimey, mate, y'don't want to tackle hug me... S'not healthy to be.... Hold hard, lads... He listens and a grin creeps across his face. I'd reckognise those sounds anywhere, me hearties. He turns around. We're here, crew. We've made it to the holt! He walks forward and peers through some bushes at the settlement, letting out a light sigh of triumph. It's been a long and hard journey... (NT) -- Swiftstream, 19:21:58 10/03/03 Fri Oh, has it? Only rescuing me from the shrews Grrr, encountering random, ferocious seabeasts, meeting both a hermit-squirrel and an otter-midget, and that's rough? Now, I know you've probably went through some things beforehand but really, they don't matter 'cause I wasn't with you. grin-snort (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 19:40:27 10/03/03 Fri Shrugs Well Mickle, maybe it's 'cause there's so much less of him t'get round the flippin' tree? She nudges Thistle and, nodding towards Swift, mutters: He's goin' to get all sentimental like an' soppy now ain't he? An' yer sound so sympathetic towards the poor lad. Awwww. (OCC: I'll be sure to check that out Coal. Thanks!) (NT) -- Kit, 07:43:32 10/04/03 Sat Mickle lies flat on the ground, still staring up at the tree. well, Swift, matey, I'll let you go and have a good ol' conversation with said otters before I show my handsome face...don't wanna get it cut off, ye know... (NT) -- Mickle, 20:44:27 10/04/03 Sat winks at Kit, then whispers back Yeah, well, we know our Swift...If you put a barrel of rum on a string then dragged it through the forest, he'd follow it till the very end. Say, that's not a half bad idea... (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 06:16:02 10/05/03 Sun Gets her muzzle buried again. You're right Thistle. You throw one in a pit of posinous snakes and he'd jump in after it. Say... what if I threw a flask of rum at him and then charged him? He might not dodge! looks around for some rum. (NT) -- Coal Snagfire, 09:34:38 10/05/03 Sun

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Subject: And now, for something completely different...
Author: Swiftstream Brooktail [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 17:03:49 11/05/03 Wed OOC Narratorish: The feast plows on, for at least another hour. Gizzzsh finally gives up on eating beasts and resigns himself to gnawing on a table. The otters of the holt just seem to get even more loud and garrulous. It looks like things are going to be fab... Until... BIC: BLOODY ************************** AND A *** ON THE SIDE!!!!! Swift returns from his outside walk with an arrow sticking in his leg. He swears like only a boat captain can, sits down, and roars. A MEDIC, IF ANY OF YOU PLEASE!
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How'd you manage to get yourself shot mate? There's only otters on this island. What exactly were you up to? Rudd raises one eyebrow. -- Rudd, 17:08:01 11/05/03 Wed Pearl winces and raises an eyebrow at Lindo. Er, are there any otherbeasts but otter 'ere? Not includin' th' hedge'ogs an' visitors 'ere... Rummages in her medicinal pouch ((She has three, one for pearls, one for slingstones, and one for whatever healing stuff she can get her paws on when the current supply runs out... but you didn't need to know that, I just wanted to type it...)) coming up with a bandage and some currently unidentifiable root/herb/thing, holding it up to get Swift's attention over the heads of the sea otters at the table In need o' somethin' like this? (NT) -- Pearl the Resident Energetically Reandomized Ottermaid... New title! RERO! Er, yeeeaaaahhh..., 20:46:02 11/05/03 Wed Mickle dashes over towards the entrance, and cautiously peers out of it. -- Mickle, 20:56:06 11/05/03 Wed Riv gives a big toothly smirk and whipes out his Dadao (sorta like a cutlass) and cradles it in his arms as he returns to behind Mickles should peering out side hehehe, die die, slash kill blade.hehehe -- Riv, 14:29:06 11/06/03 Thu Thistle glances at Swift You need some soap for your mouth? Pearly, dear, don't forget to clean it up all nice, don't want any infections getting in there...well, maybe, but not one's that'll kill him. On second thought...stuffs a strawberry in her mouth (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 14:33:43 11/06/03 Thu Swift blinks at Thistle and mumbles an apology, then to Pearl. Oi, Pearl? A lad really could use some o' whatever that random healin' stuff is... Rudd... I told you about Warpeye, right? Well, guess who just showed up on your doorstep lookin' for a party. (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 14:57:38 11/06/03 Thu Pearl winks at the otters at her table and donns a pair of lense-less glasses that sit on her nose. Carrying the pouch like a hospital bag, she marches over to Swift and looks up at him, glasses falling up the bridge of her nose, speaking in a droll, educated fashion. Has the arrow hit the bone? Is it almost to the other side of your leg? Who is Warpeye? No wait, not a medicinal question... ignore it. (NT) -- Pearl, 16:24:43 11/06/03 Thu Mickle grins at Riv. Aye, matey.die die slash kill blade is right. There'll be plenty o' that soon enough... -- Mickle, 17:10:18 11/06/03 Thu Swift answers all the questions abruptly. No, no, and he's a mad weasel sea captain that slaughtered my holt and left me tortured, semi-paralyzed, and insane at five seasons old. (NT) -- Swift, 17:49:48 11/06/03 Thu Pearl twitches her nose and looks at the wound. Getting up, she bounces in her normal manner back to a table, swipes a canteen of water with a quick thanks, and ambles back over muttering to herself about how she was a quiet, calm little thing at 5 seasons. Beasts change... but the arrow. It ain't in too far, an' hasn't hit th' bone? 'Tis a good thing, 'cos it's easier t' get out that way... Continues muttering to herself as she goes through the general healing-medic-type procedure-ish things: She washes the wound, snaps the arrow, carefully extracts it, applies a moist yarrowroot/water poultice, uses a bit of clean bandage to bind it, and washes her own paws. Evil insane vermin arrow, more worried about the germs on IT th'n anythin' in any otherbeast's blood... Sorry 'bout not stitchin' it up, but I only 'ad bandage and yarrow. Like I said, I only carry wot I c'n get my paws on after I run out of current supplies... Stuffs the remainder of the bandage back in the bag. (NT) -- Pearl Waterlily Streamsong, Resident Energizer Ottermaid of Lakewood Country and current traveller on some never ending quest thingie..., 19:00:41 11/06/03 Thu Reed is up outta his seat, his buddie had fled to the cooks office. His old cutlass in a deah grip in his paw, and a evil grin slowly smothers reeds scarred face Finally, cullies, dar be some action r'ound 'ere He goes off into mad laughter, slightly working him self into a frenzie while dancing around, extreamly joyfull -- the good ol' Reed Streamline, 19:44:39 11/06/03 Thu Mickle walks over to Swift. So, matey, how many are there? -- Mickle, 20:54:44 11/06/03 Thu Swift gingerly puts his leg down and smiles. One of the best patchin' up jobs I've had. Thanks Pearl. He looks about at the quiet hall and addresses them all. Right, Warpeye is, well, he calls himself Warpeye the Insane for a reason. This time, and I dunno how he did it... But he's got a small fleet of ships out there... Five ships, all loaded with the scrapin's of the sea... Mates... We're gonna have our hands full for a bit. (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 22:49:17 11/06/03 Thu Mickle grins at the thought of more combat. As if we haven't seen enough...well, mateys, as I see it, we have a couple options...we can go out, kill lots of them and get lots of our own killed, stay here and defend the holt until we get too hungry, or send somebeast for help. Now, I personally think that, with so many big, strong seaotters arround here, we won't need any help... -- Mickle, 06:35:12 11/07/03 Fri Yah! An i call meh selve Reed Streamline fer a reason...wonner is any o' my ol' ship mates with them? ah vell, the song my cutlass sings is a good enough lulaby fer those bloodyhe cusses a few times, repeats in a chant, then trails off, grinning -- Reed, 13:24:35 11/07/03 Fri Warpeye, then? Tell me, is one of his eyes warped? As for fighting, well, the "scrapin's of the sea" aren't too bright, generally speaking. Those who are would be considered major outliers in the scheme of things. I wonder if I could do standard deviation with them...? Anyway, as I was saying, we need brainpower--correction: we HAVE brainpower! taps head knowingly (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 14:58:25 11/07/03 Fri Swift chuckles at Thistle. You never fail to cheer me up, darlin' Thistle. Yes, as a matter o' fact about his eyes... One is screwed shut permanently... The other is a beady creepy thing that never stops movin'. He's definitely not a pretty sight... And as regards to brain power... Warpeye may be insane, but he's got a knack for directing fighters and strategizing... I don't think it's gonna be so easy. (NT) -- Swift, 15:43:46 11/07/03 Fri ((OOC: I am uncannily reminded of a certain paranoid ex-auror named Allastor Moody... although I can't remember whether he was blind in one eye or not... but that beady thing that never stops moving... shudder)) (NT) -- Pearl, 16:43:47 11/07/03 Fri ((OOC: YAGH! Just saw those other posts in front o' me... so for in "in character thingie"... Also, wouldn't we have out paws full?)) BIC- Grins at Swift, looks at Reed, grins at Mickle, looks at Reed again, this time a bit worried..., grins at Swift and Thistle again, and sits down on the ground in an ottery heap, tired of staring and grinning like an idiot. Er, s' this Warpeye beast is 'ere near th' holt, 'e's got five ships o' sea vermin, an' 'e's out fer our blood? Hmm, I can't quite 'andle that right now... Goes ans whispers something in Lindo's ear. He nods, and points her over to a small table/closet/weird-combination-of-the-two thing. she reaches up and grabs her javelin, coming back to sit with the rest. 'Kay! Ready now! (NT) -- Pearl Streamsong, 20:48:29 11/07/03 Fri Rudd and his two new hedghog buddies walk up to the group. Well, me an me two prickly pals have been chattin about the sitcheeation and they've told me about a town we should go about defendin. Apparently there aren't just otters on the island. The towns full of a whole wack of non-swimmin beasts who couldn't make it into the holt. Course if Warpeye finds it we have a major predicament(sp?) as if we don't have one already. But, my ottery brethren(sp?) do know every nook and cranny of this island, so we have an advantage there. Rudd trails off and mumbles a little. OOC: Ok, I know I've said this like a bazillion times this week, but I think my period of busyness is finally over so I can go back to being active. (NT) -- Rudd, 21:46:15 11/07/03 Fri * Mickle looks unhappy about this new announcement.* well, that would be a very bad thing...Is there easily defendable location for us to take them? -- Mickle, 22:40:27 11/07/03 Fri Thistle sits at the table demurely--a sure sign that something's up. Aren't there fighters in said town? I'm sure there would be. So, that leaves the otters and all of us, and we can make a ring around said city. Honestly, do you think Warpeye's...um...vermin...would be able to find their way into the holt? Probably not. But still, if there are upper windows or some such that I don't know about and can't see, some beasts could go up there and fire arrows. (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 07:56:18 11/08/03 Sat OOC: Should be paws, Pearl. Pardon my error. Normally I don't make those... BIC: Swift closes his eyes and looks to be in a state of deep thought. He finally speaks. They were headin' in this direction when I left... And I don't think we've got windows, but I'm not sure as I haven't explored enough... We know every nook and cranny, though, with the guidance of the otters... I think... Guerilla warfare is in order. Hit and run... Thin the forces as they advance, then, when they're on the runses back to their ships, we finish them off. What say you all? (NT) -- Swift, 12:01:04 11/08/03 Sat Well, if they're headin thisway then the town should be fine. We should send someone to warn them just in case though. I'd bet Brod'd have a few quick swimmers to send. Guerilla stuff does seem to be the thing to do right about now. No windows at all in this place. It'd give us away. We're nice an' hidden down here. The only ways in are the way Swift went and the main entrance we came through. (NT) -- Rudd, 17:30:18 11/08/03 Sat Fik plops down on the floor and crosses his legs. We'd best cave in that rear entrance then eh? Can't have 'em findin that. (NT) -- Fik, 17:33:55 11/08/03 Sat Pearl ponders a moment, strokes her javelin, and grins in a feindishly Pearlish way Hmm, I'm not too picky about what happens, s'long as I can snipe... 'Tis fun, when th' vermin get 'it, but never figger out what 'zactly 'it em... (NT) -- Pearl, 17:34:09 11/08/03 Sat Mickle grins at the thought of battle. Well, its about time! I've been getting a little bored... -- Mickle, 19:10:31 11/08/03 Sat Sniping? Drat thee, gods of War! huffily crosses arms Can't shoot a bow...well, I can, but it isn't pretty...can't use a slingshot...well, same as before...have trouble using long range weapons...aim is bad...this really rots! (NT) -- Thistle the Miffed, 08:40:40 11/09/03 Sun Pats Thistle on the arm. Don' worry matey. Somebeasts got to organise all that snipin' an' know what's goin' on in several differnt places at t'same time. Kill a few wi'yer brain why don'cha? (OCC: Er, hello...sorry about being AFK.) (NT) -- Kit, 12:26:18 11/09/03 Sun OOC: No worries, Kit. Gotta attend to real life before the RP stuff anyway. No worries at all. (NT) -- Swift, 14:13:49 11/09/03 Sun Swift grins and puts a paw on Thistle's shoulder. We don't necessarily have to snipe, Thistle. I don't think my sling is gonna be so effective in sniping in this case, so you can come along with me. I'm gonna sneak around and catch 'em unawares. Y'know, the old mysterious pair o' paws reachin' out and stranglin' or snappin'. I think ye'd be good at it! (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 14:11:38 11/09/03 Sun A Dinosaur-Calvin look appears on Thistle's face (Swift knows what I mean), and she rubs her paws together Yesss! I shall be the omniscent mysterious beast! I shall organize FIRST, and THEN I shall be mysterious. Killing two oysters with one haystack! (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 15:11:57 11/09/03 Sun (I know too!) BIC: Mickle grins at Swift and Thistle. Would it be too much burden for me to come along with you? Sniping doesn't sound very fun... -- Mickle, 19:47:27 11/09/03 Sun (meh too lol!) BIC: looks all clueless and stuff, playing with her bow Sniping? Sounds fun... (NT) -- Coal Snagfire, 09:28:37 11/10/03 Mon ((OOC: I most certainly don't! Then again, do I really want to??)) Grins at Coal 'Xactly wot I think, snipin'... Very fun... (NT) -- Pearl, 16:32:47 11/10/03 Mon Reed bows deeply in front of Swift and Thistle Marm, Sah, may a luntic oddar accompany yez on the snaping and slashing?He grins and titlts his head to the side -- Reed "the luntic" Streamline, 21:00:39 11/10/03 Mon ***! its tilts...not, uh, yeh... -- Reed, 12:36:00 11/11/03 Tue* Swift grins. Looks like we got one small kill squad formed... Though I'd prefer if you sniped, Mick; as I recall, you can use a bow really well. If you wanna come, though... OOC: I didn't even notice that typo last night, Reed... No worries. (NT) -- Swift, 12:54:13 11/11/03 Tue Mickle grins, then sighs. Well, matey, I've sort of gotten bored with the whole archery thing...just not as exciting as the face to face combat...I'll come with you, unless you say not to. -- Mickle, 16:30:33 11/13/03 Thu Do yer want an' extra paw snipin' or fightin'? She shrugs. I don' mind, as long as there's no tree climbin' involved. -- Kit, 03:51:06 11/14/03 Fri Swift grins as he bows to Kit. You may do as y'please, miss 'Orful Ottermaid. Snipin', sneakin'; whatevers you're pleasure. But we need to get situated soon... I expect we'll have to deal with them soon. OOC: Rudd's down with the flu, so I'm stalling for a bit more time until he gets back. (NT) -- Swift, 14:11:23 11/14/03 Fri ((Poor Rudd. Stupid Flu. I'll beat it over the head with a cooked noodle, if he likes. Or a toaster. Wicked grin at both flu and toaster)) BIC: Trows a paw about Kit's shoulders May'ap we can snipe together? You teach me t' be orful an' I'll teach you 'ow t' be bouncy, and we'll scare the vermin away with our insaneness, eh? Goes into a feigned trance, whispering straight ahead. The voices... it's the voices... they never go away... the voices...Snaps out See what I mean? (NT) -- Pearl, 19:20:22 11/14/03 Fri Mickle grins, then licks his sword menacingly. I can shut them voices up for ye, if ye want, Pearly matey... -- Mickle, 22:04:07 11/14/03 Fri thwacks Mickle with the flat of her sword Mickle! ((OOC:Remeber GGUAM, Mickle? wicked grin)) Voices can be useful sometimes. Honestly, you get more ferrety every day! grins and winks (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 06:02:09 11/15/03 Sat Glares at Mickle, teeth bared, and snaps at him Silence the voices indeed... Mutters about ferrety ideas of "help" (NT) -- Pearl, 17:53:46 11/15/03 Sat (ooc: GGUAM??? not a clue, matey...) BIC: Mickle yelps with the hit, then grins at them. I was only jokin', mates! I wouldn't actually hurt ye, Pearl...yer my friend... -- Mickle, 21:22:30 11/15/03 Sat Pearl grins this time Good, cos if y' weren't, you'd be th' one I'd carry out all my bouncy annoyingness on! (NT) -- Pearl, 08:38:23 11/16/03 Sun ((OOC:sigh Gifted Girls United Against Mickle!)) chuckles at their antics, patting her sword absentmindedly...sings ...I feel pretty...Oh so pretty... (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 17:43:39 11/16/03 Sun Mickle finishes under his breath. I feel pretty, and witty, and gay! -- Mickle, 18:07:35 11/16/03 Sun ((OOC: Can I join, Thiss? wink)) BIC: Edges away from Mickle and his... evil... sword... and begins carving tiny ants along the side of her javelin with a pin. (NT) -- Pearl, 19:25:35 11/16/03 Sun OOC: Finally feelin better! BIC: So, lets get this underway eh? I figure we'd best head out the back entrance in our groups, the otter headin for the town can leave when we do, then whoevers stayin behind can cave in the entrance behind us. Sound good? Oh, and me an' Fik have no idea how to use bows so I think we'd be comin with the rest of you guys. Rudd takes a deep breath, a little shocked by sayin all that in one or two breaths. (NT) -- Rudd, 16:39:38 11/17/03 Mon ((Of course!)) chuckles And I pity...any girl who isn't me today! Actually, I pity the one who IS me. points to Mickle I'm sitting by THAT. (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 16:40:02 11/17/03 Mon Mickle winces. Wacko Jacko! and the young hooligan falls dead. falls to the ground, then grins at Thistle. that hurt, matey... -- Mickle, 17:12:32 11/17/03 Mon OOC: is to lazy to read all the posts sum one gimme a summary of what is going on so that I may join if you are alright wit' it -- Talno Moonwhisp (who hasn't done quality RPing in quite a long time and wishes to do so), 15:39:22 11/18/03 Tue OOC: Inside Talno. I'll bring you to speed. And we'd be fine if you joined. No problems there. -- Swift, 20:16:06 11/18/03 Tue OOC: heck ya! -- Talno, 16:23:49 11/19/03 Wed Mickle hops up. Alright, enough foolin about. Shall we make our way out the back entrance? -- Mickle, 20:06:28 11/19/03 Wed Yiss yes, quite right... twangs bow -- Talno, 21:10:08 11/19/03 Wed

Subject: An otter stand up in the center of the largest table and smashes a wooden mallet type thing to get everyone's attention.
Author: Brodd Coralfluke [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 16:37:24 10/21/03 Tue He's not the tallest beast in the room, only about half a head taller than Swift, but the way every sea otter in the room suddenly goes silent gives the impression that he's important. He has a few grey hairs here and there, but doesn't look old at all besides that. What a glorios day in Holt Coralfluke! Honestly, this is one of the best feasts I can remember. All the laughter and talking and stuff of the sort. Spoze I should start with the important parts of my speech though, so here it goes. Welcome, to all our guests! The Hedgicon brothers from up the path, always great to have you around, even though you may have troubles getting through the front door. Every sea otter in the room, even Gizzzsh, howls with a mocking sort of laughter as the two hedgehogs next to Rudd raise their glasses appreciatively. And we have some new guests today, I am aware that almost everyone is already aware of their presence, but you see it sounds like a better speech if I start off that way. Anyway, my son Rudd and a bunch of his friends seem to have found their way here, we had previosly thought that Rudd had either perished at sea, or run off to see the world way back on that trip to Shrew Island. Y'know, the one where that storm threw the ship completely off course, and we had to stay for a long time over at that great mountain with all the hares and repair our ship. Well it turns out the little creep was bein a stowaway and ran off as soon as we were all inside Salamandastron. "Course I'm too happy about him being back right now to verbally beat the daylights out of him, so I won't. But, back to the subject, they're welcome to stay as long as they like, and you're all to be less rowdy with them than you are with eachother. Don't think that well spoken mouse over there would appreciate the softest of cuffs to the arm from you great lumps. So, if I've made my point, and I can never be sure that I have, I'll sit down and the feast may resume.
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sarcasm Gee, well spoken mouse, I wonder who he could be referring to? Oh, that's right, ME, since I'm the only mouse here! grins brightly at Pearl Well, I got here by being rescued somewhat similarly to yourself. See, I was on a little drawing trip, but it turns out, these shrews capture me and my friend; she because they thought her vermin, me because apparently they couldn't understand me. Had to get a wise man and a dictionary to figure out what on earth I was talking about. Funny, is it not? Of course, I have descended to this vocabulary of the common-folk to more easily converse with you. grins, and it is obvious that she's at least kind of joking (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 16:59:12 10/21/03 Tue Pearl scratches her head in mock confusion and bewilderment, then grins Good ol' Thistle! Of course, to her Highness the Queen of Strabwerries, I am but a lowly otter with a lower vocabulary... Snorts, looking back at Earwax & Co. with disdain I don't suppose they tried petting you, though... Shudders, then brightens I don't suppose they have a a sort of large area I can go and bounce a bit, do you? I haven't in absolute ages, and I'm getting out of practice... Is about to do an experimental bonce, but realizes the room isn't quite large enough to prevent trampling on some otherbeast's feet... (NT) -- Pearl, 18:40:32 10/21/03 Tue Mickle and the small otter go rolling by Pearl. (Riverreed) I'll show yew! She was our pet! (Mickle) yer a pretty good wrestler, but she's no pet! -- Mickle and Riverreed, 20:02:06 10/21/03 Tue Swift sits back down and looks at Gizzzsh, who's gone back to staring at Fik and growling. Swift slaps the berserk otter on the back. I like yore style, mate. No messin' about, just "grrrrrrrr...." and the occasionally odd rambly bit to add to your apparent mysteriosity. S'very nice. He grabs a hunk of bread and begins chowing down. (NT) -- Swift, 17:17:57 10/22/03 Wed Mickle grins as Swift as he's carried by, thrown over Riverreed's shoulder. I guess I spoke too soon, matey. He was good enough to beat me... -- Mickle, 19:46:14 10/22/03 Wed I got lost early on in a scuffle wi'some toads, but I got pointed in t'right direction by a couple o'beasts who said our rowdy lot 'ad sailed from Salamandathingy. Third Island lucky I falls out of a blinkin' tree and got stalked by Swift fer a bit. Nothin' that interestin' really...She peers at her abandoned dinner partner, who is trying to mop up the stew on his knees with a piece of soggy bread, and shakes her head with a sigh. What can y'say? All height an' nothin' ontop of the mast. 'Scuse me. Feeling a little guilty, since they are guests after all, Kit wanders over to clear up her small mess. -- Kit, 11:03:43 10/23/03 Thu Pearl grins and winks at Kit, having wandered over to a group of studious-looking otters OTTER 1: Ah, Pearl, if'n I'm not mistaken! I would 'ave spoken on yore part 'bout th' pet-thing, but I couldn't be too sure. They wouldn't let us over close enough t' determine if'n you was otter or not! OTTER 2: Must you talk so? Miss Streamsong will think terribly of you if you are spouting information, yet still talk like an old seadog. PEARL: Grins Why thankee for th' kindness any'ows. An' ye can call me Pearl, I'm no fancy beast. Er, may I? Motions to an empty seat at the table OTTER 1: O' course! OTTER 2: You mean, "Why certainly, Pearl". How many times must I tell you! OTTER 2: WinksJus' another time, mate! D'you like some? Offers Pearl a bowl of soup and a small spoon of hotroot PEARL: Sure, but 'ow about a bit more 'otroot? Ladles more in (NT) -- Pearl Streamsong, Saykin & Lindo, [Seaken, Searemm, & Seaquon (Unintoduced... maybe later, maybe not...)], 17:48:25 10/24/03 Fri Mickle rolls off of Riverreed's back, and dashes over to the table of educated-like otters. I heard hotroot! I love hotroot! I don't suppose that none o' ye eddicated types would have any watershrimp and hotroot soup, would ye? -- Mickle, 21:18:00 10/24/03 Fri Thistle's ears whisk upright, and she makes a beeline for Pearl's table Inelligent conversation! I haven't had any in such a long time... (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 07:06:55 10/25/03 Sat Swift suddenly stiffens as he looks accross the hall and yells at Rudd. OI RUDD! 'OWCOME YE NEVER TOLD A LAD THAT YE HAD A LAST NAME? I ALWAYS THOUGHT YOU WAS JUST RUDDINGY! (NT) -- Swift, 11:05:08 10/26/03 Sun Kit mops up the stew on the otter's knees with a short apology, but the huge seaotter in now in conversation with some other beast and, talking over her head, doesn't hear her. With a sigh, she attempts wriggling back onto the seat, but then her ears prick up when she hears Mickle. Hotroot? They 'ave hotroot soup? Corks! She makes a beeline for Pearl's table calling, Don' give it all t'the ferret! -- Kit, 13:35:52 10/26/03 Sun Rudd turns and hollers back at Swift. 'COURSE I 'AVE A LAST NAME! WHY WOULDN'T I 'AVE ONE? ONLY PROBLEM WAS I 'AD NO IDEA WHAT IT WAS!! -- Rudd Coralfluke, 16:49:23 10/26/03 Sun Reed has found his way over to a overweight seaotter, about a head taller than him. Hes slightly oldish and wears a nasty looking aprein, with one of those drivers caps shoved onto his head. A old sea's otter he was, from the hoop earings and foul mouth, Reed and him take to each other like old, long lost friends, making Reed seem older than his middle age. The heavly overweight otter is dressed in a highland outfit and talks with the accent that matchs his clothing -- Reed Streamline and Ruckus MacDonald, 15:16:42 10/28/03 Tue Pearl glares at Mickle and hugs her hotroot soup protectively 'Tis mine! Ask Saykin or Lindo for some, I've been hotroot deprived for a season! SAYKIN: Aye, she's likely not to be sharing for some time now... Grins at Pearl But i 'ave some extras, if'n y' likes some! LINDO: Is already dishing out soup and pepper One for young Mickle here, and one for... Kit, is it? SAYKIN: Aye, I think so. Turns to Kit So, y' know our friend Pearl 'ere? (NT) -- Pearl, 16:09:22 10/28/03 Tue Three other otters where Pearl, Kit, and Mickle are grin at Thistle and bow. The largest, Seaken, speaks Ah, a creature of intelligence here as well! May I introduce us, I am Seaken, and my brothers are Searemm and Seaquon. I do believe you are Thistle Longfaith, or so I have caught above the other conversation here? SAYKIN: Now you're all startin' t' sound like Lindo 'ere! Looks dispairingly at Pearl, Kit, and Mickle Where'll it all end? (NT) -- Seaken, Searemm, and Seaquon, 16:13:38 10/28/03 Tue Trys to tackle mickle from the shadows. Bwahahahaaaa!!! I'm still here! (NT) -- Coal Snagfire, 18:43:39 10/28/03 Tue Mickle squeeks and sets his bowl on the table just before Coal tackles him. ack! careful there, matey! ye almost made me spill the soup! -- Mickle, 19:03:41 10/28/03 Tue ((OOC: I shall be in Flora-dai from tonight to Sunday...meaning that I'll try and scrape up an occasional post, but that's it. =^.^=)) Thistle blinks and immediately warms to the otters Prithee, how can one so learn-ed stand to consort with such low-lifes that are here? attacks strawberry flan with vim and vigor (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 05:12:48 10/29/03 Wed OOC: Alright Thistle, no big deal. Say hi to Wil for me! Oh wait, she's not in Florida anymore... BIC: Swift is now standing between Gizzzsh and Fik, muttering. Blimey, Fik, dunno what you said, but it sure got old pretty Gizzzsh here in a right state... Gizzzsh leaps on Swift and begins biting him as Swift screams aloud and breaks a nearby chair over the rabid otter's back. BLIMEY! DOES YE ALL STARVE THIS CHAP 'ERE! HE'S TRYIN' TO BITE ME VOICE BOXES OUT! (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 15:26:37 10/29/03 Wed Oh the horrors! grabs a bowl of soup You could have died Mickle!!! (NT) -- Coal Snagfire, 16:33:50 10/29/03 Wed ((OOC- Stares at Thistle in envy Want... go... back... Florida... Hides in Thistle's luggage and hitches a ride there anyway...^_~)) BIC- Saykin snorts under his breath as the otter trio begin to talk to Thistle, completely ignoring Pearl, Saykin, Lindo, Mick, etc... PEARL: Ah, leave 'em be. If I was as learned as Thiss there I'd want t' show it. She's a walkin' talkin' recoder's archive, ya know. (NT) -- Saykin and Pearl, 17:53:39 10/29/03 Wed The large otter waddles over to Gizzzsh and poors a good amount of wiskey in his mouth and pats Swift on the back, all with Reed standing behind staring at the rabid otter Ther' ye go'h lad, no'h'w ye got got a'h' wee drunkard idiot otter on yer 'aws -- Reed and Ruckus MacDonald, 18:52:59 10/29/03 Wed Mickle snatches up his bowl and walks over to a corner, where he slumps down and begins sipping at his soup, while watching Gizzzsh gnaw on Swift. I wonder if they make the soup any hotter...it could really use some more hotroot. -- Mickle, 20:11:30 10/29/03 Wed Pearl looks at Mickle, thinks for a moment, and goes over to Saykin. Whispering in his ear, she asks for something. Saykin brightens and goes off, returning shortly with a sack. Pearl then brings it over to Mickle, and dumps his bolw of soup into the sack, shking it up and handing it to the ferret There ya go! Not only more 'otroot, but it's 'otroot SAUCE! (NT) -- Pearl, 21:33:38 10/29/03 Wed Kit finishes the hotroot soup, that has been fully occupying all of her attention, and looks on in wonder at the otters and Thistle. Corks! It's amazin' they don' starve spendin' all that time on intelligant natter. She grins at Mickle. Now if yer finish that lot off matey then I suggest yer keep a LARGE bucket of cold water close t'paw. -- Kit, 10:13:49 10/30/03 Thu Gizzzsh, now drunk, is even more aggressive in his attacks on Swift. The river otter captain chucks a bowl at the rabid otter, grabs another chair and breaks it over Gizzzsh's back, and runs up to the front of the hall. Hiding behind Brodd, he mutters. Righto, Rudd's pap. I pulled your offspring out of a fine mess plenty of times... As you can see, Gizzzsh o'er there's taken a bit o' a liking to me legs and neck and such. Can you call off said rabid otter? I'd be much obliged. (NT) -- Swift, 11:38:49 10/30/03 Thu Mickle grins at the others, pours the hotroot sauce/soup into his bowl, then swallows a huge mouthful. Much to the hillarity of everyone, he forces it down, his face turning bright red. WHEW!!! That's spicy! I like it! Swallows another mouthful. -- Mickle, 14:52:59 10/30/03 Thu Hotroot? gets all hyper and downs an entire bowl. I love hotroot! runs around searching for more as well as... Water!!! (NT) -- Coal Snagfire, 21:26:45 10/31/03 Fri Ahhh, the eating habits of the otter...hotroot, hotroot and...Grins at Swift. ...fellow otter. (NT) -- Kit, 12:31:58 11/01/03 Sat Brodd smiles toothily at Swift. Sorry mate, I'm far too busy sittin to be callin off any rabid otters. Now, if you'll excuse me. He leans back in his chair and yawns. (NT) -- Brodd, 16:29:06 11/01/03 Sat OOC: Sorry for not postin by the by. End of term projects and two days of bein sick have kept me off the site. (NT) -- Rudd, 16:30:18 11/01/03 Sat Mickle stumbles over to Gizzsh and sets his bowl down in front of him. Here matey! instead o' chompin on me ol, tough-and-chewy pal Swift, try this out! -- Mickle, 21:06:58 11/01/03 Sat Gizzzsh pause and looks to Mickle, growling in a low tone. He stalks over and begins sniffing Mickle, a grin creeping slowly across his face. He licks his lips and sidles up next to Mickle, growling. Shicklickamammamamalllam... (NT) -- Gizzzsh, 00:19:33 11/02/03 Sun Swift grins as he pats Brodd on the back. Right then, govnah... You just keep up said hard work... I'm thinkin' it's a bit noisy in here, and I'm gonna go for a bit of a walk... With that, he tips his hat and walks out. (NT) -- Swiftstream, 00:22:19 11/02/03 Sun OOC: Am back. pats the Pearl in her luggage Had fun at Sea World, otter dearest?)) Thistle sits and talks, as is usual for her, and as her creator isn't really feeling like typing, she'll leave it at that. (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 15:52:08 11/02/03 Sun OOC: Pearl pops out grinning, with a whale sticker and a polar bear hat Yups! Much fun... haven't been there since I was... er... oh yeah! Four! Gosh I'm old... (NT) -- Pearl, 18:46:29 11/02/03 Sun Mickle grins nervously and looks at Gizzzsh. erm, nice to meet you too, Gizzzsh...eh? Wot're ye mumbling about? Are you?...No...Are you calling me mama? -- Mickle, 19:51:57 11/02/03 Sun Gizzzsh licks his lips more and lunges at Mickle's arm with his teeth bared, howling like a maniac. (NT) -- Gizzzsh, 14:25:56 11/03/03 Mon Mickle yelps and falls backward, then scrambles backward, attempting to escape the crazy otter. I guess you weren't callin me mama! -- Mickle, 17:39:15 11/03/03 Mon A lean, average sized otter paces up and down the side of the hall. His dark blue robes slightly flapping, and a odd look on his face New come beastes here food for, no?hmmm. Yes, no? He begins to chew on his lip, then paces over to Mickle Sah, say, here Gizzzsh t'aint no 'right. Too far bangs, booms, head to.He picks up a half eaten bowl of hotroot soup, and sips it ahh, bad tastes this, uggh, good no soup, bad, evil, no good At that he throws the bowl onto the ground No good! Ferret you name what be? Me River Pikewood, Calls they me Riv. -- Riv Pikewood, 19:15:18 11/03/03 Mon Mickle hops up and dashes behind Riv. Glad to meet ye, Riv! However, I must rebuke you. Why'd ye throw that loverly bowl o' hotroot soup??? I loves the stuff! Now that that's out of the way, Mickle is what they call me. Why speak you do this like? -- Mickle, 20:58:10 11/03/03 Mon 'Alk what thou like, lots, great, good, sense very good talkin' o' Mickle. Speech me no evil, no good, bad, nones... -- Riv Pikewood, 17:47:40 11/04/03 Tue Fik pulls himself away from his bowl to stare at Riv. Hmmmmkay...... Strange. He walks over to the blue robed backwards talker and shoves his chest out in his usual, agressive manner. I actually can't come up with anything to ask so I'll just repeat the question about your talking.... Cause.. you didn't explain that well enough! So, why d'you talk like that eh? OOC: My projects are finally both done so hopefully I'll be able to be active again. -- Fik, 19:52:28 11/04/03 Tue Riverreed stomps over to Riv. Oh, come on! I knows ye can talk normal, matey! I've 'eard ye do it before! -- Riverreed, 20:43:05 11/04/03 Tue

Subject: * A large sea otter sticks his head through the bushes with a very puzzeled look on his face.*
Author: Sea Otter Who Hasn't Mentioned His Name Yet [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 10:53:17 10/05/03 Sun Would someone help him out please? He points to Swift. That dreamy look in his eyes is really creeping us out, and he's been peering through that bush for quite some time now. Say, you folks wouldn't be that group Rudd an' that tiny critter were tellin us about would you? Cause if you are, then you can stop hangin about here. All sorts of unsanitary bug-like things crawlin about, not a place to be sittin. So anyway, come on. He pulls back the bushes, revealing a small lake with all sorts of sea otters splashing around. The lake is fed by a waterfall on the opposite side from the group. Otters can be seen shooting down the waterfall into the lake. There are several logs tied together to form a pen in the shallows where several otter kits play around. A single, elderly otter makes her way along a stone path which leads away from the lake and up into the forest.
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Swift stands up quickly and grins. Looking up slightly at the sea otter, (sea otters are* really big after all) he says in his somewhat slurry, gritty voice.* Hmm... S'nice of a lad to welcome us to the destination we've sought over many perilous days and nights. S'a lovely place y've got 'ere, lad... He brushes past the otter and starts swaggering around, eyes wide and frowning, lips semi pursed, and pointing at various things. Lessee... Yep, s'alot like I imagined it... Not like me old holt used to be... But this is good... A lad could like this lark... (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 11:04:54 10/05/03 Sun Reed, who had been fer the time, hurling up what was left in his gut. too much coffee, well, never had he experenced caffeine before, and a odd light of something was in his eye. Quite oweird to see a otter, an evil looking otter, bounce of walls and trees Whoa, whoa, bloody big fer an sea otter aint yeh after all Reed is a sea otter, but only short, stout, and broad-shouldered Lookit thar Swifty, hehehe, hahahehe, thars water, hehe, and little kits, yarrHe grins, and takes off towards the water at an alarming rate -- Reed Streamline..., 12:59:20 10/05/03 Sun Thistle looks up at the sea otter, tilting her head so much she almost tips over Great seasons, lookit the size on you, otter! I'm a normal mousemaid, and here you are, towering over everyone here. I'm jealous of your verticality. Tell me, what substances did you eat to obtain your height, or rather, is it genetic? I'll need to see family trees dating 15 generations back, if you don't mind...etc. (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 13:45:29 10/05/03 Sun Mickle lifts his head to see who everyone's talking to. Oh! hello there, great big otter-type. I would be Mickle Swiftstrike. I have 2 questions for you, though. 1st, Who are you, and 2nd, why is it that Melville can run through this tree, and I can't? -- Mickle, 19:24:50 10/05/03 Sun Kit, who barely reaches Swift's chest, doesn't even bother to look up Hiya matey, don' go thinkin' i'm rude or anythin', but if I have t'look up there my neck'll break! Stares past the seaotter at Reed and Swift. Erm, yer wouldn' happen to have any rum lyin' around would yer, 'cause I think I know a few beasts who're neddin' some...she winks it'll stop 'em creepin' you out. Well, it'll probably stop 'em doin' anythin' really... -- Kit, 12:02:00 10/07/03 Tue Reed tackles a kit into the water and begins a splash fight, soon after running up to the group with a bucketfull of water, chucks it on them, then runs away laughing like madHaha!heehee! goooott youus! -- Reed, 15:58:23 10/07/03 Tue The sea otter looks down at Mickle. Well, the names Flots actually. Not too sure what mumsy was thinkin actually when she chose that'un, but that's alright! And the main reason Melly gave you the slip is because he probly went around the tree instead of rammin into it like you seem to have done. Now, about my height, He bends down and looks at Thistle. I'm sure you knew that otters are bigger than mice, and sea otters are bigger than the regular type. No family tree needed. You folks'll probly wnat to be talkin to that old feller over yonder to learn where our entrance lies. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a coffee loaded drunkard to beat. He calls down a few other huge otters from the cliff and the rush off after Reed. -- Flots, 16:27:38 10/07/03 Tue A tiny otter kit stares blankly at the group for a moment and then says. I doan't fink he 'as any wum. -- otter kit, 16:34:15 10/07/03 Tue The little kit that Reed has tackled squeals aloud as she runs away. 'Elp! 'Ee's garn git Brecks! 'Elp Brecks! The tiny ottermaid darts away wailing aloud and shrieking bloody murder. (NT) -- Brecks, 16:43:04 10/07/03 Tue Swift laughs as he trots over and tries to slam a headlock on Reed. Easy, mate, easy... You're going to get yourself killed if you keep up this manner, savvy? Now, come with me, if you please... He motions for Reed to follow him to the water's edge. (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 16:45:29 10/07/03 Tue Reed stands up ad waddles dumbly after Swift Whar weh goin' Swiff'y? huh huh? whar? -- Reed, 19:05:14 10/07/03 Tue By the water, Swift attempts to grab Reed and thrust him in the water. We're going to sober you up! (NT) -- Swift, 13:40:27 10/08/03 Wed Sighs I'm sure somebeast mentioned breakfast a while ago yer know...some time after the lack of evening meal/feast was metioned...ie. a long time ago. Gazes at all of the activity in the water for a moment then wades in and dunks Brecks underwater. -- Kit, 15:01:09 10/08/03 Wed Rudd surfaces in the middle of the lake and swims towards Kit and Brecks. Y'know tacklin' kits can't possibly leave a very good first impression. Why don't we stop with the infanticide and go have breakfast. Me an' Fik got here early so the feast'd be nice and planned. Non-waterly beasts grab on to an able swimmer and try your best not to drown. Everyone, follow me. He dives back under the water and swims towards the bottom. -- Rudd, 17:34:29 10/08/03 Wed Reed glubs out, while hes being shoved under But h'i'm sober he wiggles free of Swifts grasp, comes up and splashes him -- Reed the 10 season old, 28 season old otter, 17:34:48 10/08/03 Wed Mickle sits up and looks arround. hmm...any of you otter types wanna carry a lil' ferret such as meself? -- Mickle, 19:48:46 10/08/03 Wed Swift is splashed, but fails to notice. He looks at Mickle. Can't swim, then? Sigh. Right. Anybeast as isn't inclined to matters of aquatic nature, cling to my jacket like your lives depended on it whilst I tow ye into the depths of the pool. He looks about. Towees, now would be a good time to grab on, if you please. (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 10:41:49 10/09/03 Thu I'd offer a tow, but yer'd drown afore I could pull another beast down there. Gives the spulttering Brecks a paw up and moves further out into the water. Wait, Rudd mentioned food didn't he? Without wating for an answer, she dives hastily underwater and follows Rudd in a stream of bubbles. -- Kit, 12:59:06 10/09/03 Thu latches onto Swift like a limpet I cannot swim too well, I being my own species and the otters being theirs... (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 15:24:18 10/09/03 Thu Rudd swims into a hole at the base of the cliff. The hole is the entrance to a nice, dry tunnel that eventually gets to the holt. He sits and waits for the rest to arrive. (NT) -- Rudd, 15:41:29 10/09/03 Thu Swift grins. Well, there's one annoying piece of cargo... Annoying, but very welcome all the same. He grins. Well, will that be all for the Brooktail ferry? (NT) -- Swift, 19:44:51 10/09/03 Thu Mickle walks over to Flots. Sah, I'm willing to bet that you're a stronger, faster swimmer than my good friend Swift over there, even with a ferret such as myself holding onto you. Would that be the case? -- Mickle, 20:13:48 10/09/03 Thu Swift laughs. I wouldn't doubt for a second as that lad's stronger than me. Lookit him. He holds his arms wide. Me, though, my value is contained solely in the fact as I'm a spectacular captain type. But I don't talk about that. Last call for the Brooktail ferry! (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 13:25:14 10/10/03 Fri Flots bends down next tow Mickle. Just hop on my back an' we''l be to the entrance in no time at all. Might want to hold on tight though, some sort of scientific cutting of water might rip you off. (NT) -- Flots, 16:30:16 10/10/03 Fri OOC: Sorry, meant next to Mickle. (NT) -- Flots, 16:31:27 10/10/03 Fri Mickle hops onto his back and grabs on tight. Ready to go whenever you are, matey! -- Mickle, 20:26:19 10/10/03 Fri Lauren swaggers up, and grins at Swift. Fezzik's 'ere, buddy. You gonna give me a tow? OOC: Sorry I've been gone. Stupid internet. Stupid school. (NT) -- Lauren Flame Eyes, 21:35:53 10/11/03 Sat Swift looks from Lauren's footpaws (feetpaws? I dunno) up to her head and grins. I suppose... And if I can't tow you, I can choke you while our Spaniard, sorry, swordmaid Thistle, asks if you're prepared to die for killing her father! Yep, Westley's here. Grab on while we're in the water, love. Swift clutches Thistle and splashes into the water, floating about and waiting for Lauren. OOC: Pardon all the references to "The Princess Bride." Lauren and I came to the realization that she's Fezzik and Swift's Westley. And Thistle's a swordmaid, so she can be Inigo. So yeah... Onward! (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 21:56:19 10/11/03 Sat OOC: WOOT! I'm Inigo! cackle Kit can be Princess Buttercup! Rudd can be Prince Humperdink! BIC: Mutters My name is Inigithiss Monfaith. You kill my father, prepare to die! snicker (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 09:35:44 10/12/03 Sun OOC: What's this about funny names? Where'd all these come from eh? (NT) -- Rudd the slightly confused about what book you guys are talking about, if you even are talking about a book, if you aren't then I'm really confused., 17:41:02 10/12/03 Sun OOC: Rudd, it's from a movie called "The Princess Bride." Go rent it. Watch it. Laugh at it. Love it. Maybe even worship it if you're weird enough...=^.^= (NT) -- Thistle, 18:35:53 10/12/03 Sun ooc: bows before the great movie.* oh, great Princess Bride... -- Mickle, 19:25:14 10/12/03 Sun OOC: Dons glasses to look scholarly. Good point, Madame Thistle; howevah! There was a book entitled "The Princess Bride" that was the basis for the movie. I believe William Goldman wrote it, though I'm not entirely positive. Anyway! BIC: Swift, assuming that Lauren is on and won't get mad at him for doing this because she'll understand the need to move the quest, begins swimming along underwater toward the entrance. (NT) -- Swift Westley, 21:23:24 10/12/03 Sun Flots reaches the entrance with Mickle in tow. OOC: Alright, I'll rent it if I see it. "In tow", that makes sense doesn't it? Sounds a little odd. (NT) -- Flots, 12:31:55 10/13/03 Mon Clambers into the tunnel where Rudd is waiting, dripping all over the dry floor and shaking her head mumbling Buttercup? Princess Buttercup? Oh dear...(OCC: Considers even wondering is that film arrives over here. Princess Buttercup? Prays it doesn't. -- Kit, 13:47:56 10/13/03 Mon Swift, struggling with the weight of Lauren, eventually comes into the dry entrance. Depositing Thistle on the ground, he drags himself forward, grunting and panting. He takes a swig off of one of his many flasks, and says to Lauren. Blimey! Can't a lass lighten up? S'all that plain bread and cheese as makes you fat, love. No offense and all, of course... Coughpantwheeze. Bloody... I'm out of shape... (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 14:05:50 10/13/03 Mon (ooc: * pokes at a mostly dead vermin.* well, this one isn't fully dead. he's mostly dead...)) Mickle hops up shaking about in an attempt to dry his fur. thankee much, My good otter-type. now, where's the food? -- Mickle, 16:24:38 10/13/03 Mon Lauren gives her fur a good shake. Ah, shut yer yap! Not like I'm supposed ta be daintylike. 'Sides, I'll give you another good whoppin', and I don't think you want one of them. (NT) -- Lauren CrAzY Flame Eyes Fezzik, 17:33:45 10/13/03 Mon Swift grunts as he stands. Hm. Gimme another good whoppin', eh? As I recall, you needed the help of a tree to half-whop me last time. As I recall, I was choking you out, and you backed up into a tree and started smashin' me. He grins. We'll have a rematch some time, but right now, I think I smell the food a cookin' or waitin'. Let's go, mates. He sets off, still dripping profusely down the hallway. (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 19:02:42 10/13/03 Mon Reed bolts outta the water, sprints, and jumps onto Swifts back Piggy back ride Sah!He chuckles then jumps off, and begins to jog backwards in front of everyone knees up lads! knees teh the roof! -- Reed, 19:44:54 10/13/03 Mon Raises her paw in the air. I object t'the generalisation of "lads"! Grins. I also object t'yer gettin' in the way of everybeast when we're tryin' to get to the food! -- Kit, 11:59:33 10/14/03 Tue winks Oh no, Kit, he meant lads 'cause us ladies aren't dumb enough to follow males' orders! chuckles, and follows Reed at a nice slow walk (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 13:49:14 10/14/03 Tue Swift continues along, whistling and admiring the echo. He pauses for a moment to admire himself in his mirror again, then sets off, grinning to himself for reasons unknown. (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 15:53:13 10/14/03 Tue Rudd rushes up infront of Swift. If you're groomin yourself to get a female otter-types attention here, it probly wont work. They're all a good four heads taller than you anyway. Somewhere near the back of the group Flots grins and nods. Anyway here we are. Rudd points to a series of tunnels and pools. Course this is just the entrance room. Take off your shoes and place them to the left, if you don't have shoes that doesn't apply. Now, lets get going. He crawls through a small tunnel that leads to a huge cave. Pillars made of wood support the ceiling all over the room. Huge otters sit at equally huge tables in between these pillars. Grab a seat somwhere! Don't be shy. Only that fellow over in the corner there'll bite! Flots shouts as he points at a snarling otter in the corner. Food'll be out in a moment (NT) -- Rudd and Flots, 16:41:28 10/14/03 Tue Before the group can decide where to sit, a bunch of otters leap up and grab everyone seperately. One, who's louder than the rest, says, You've all had the pleasure of spendin' time with eachother the whole time! We want your company individually! The others are carried off to different tables, save for Swift and Fik. They find themselves seated next to the snarling otter. Swift grins at Fik. S'gonna be fun for us, mate! Fik glares at the two otters, snarling and drunk. OOC: Please, feel free to pick where the random otters have taken you. Just don't place yourselves near others... Rudd and I are going to go for some humor, heheheh. (NT) -- Random Otters and Swift and Fik, 17:11:38 10/14/03 Tue Reed is sweeped off by a tall, pretty sea otter. The grey/ white and black speckled, blue eyed female otter mate and her lassies pull Reed over to a table, plop him down and begin to question him on where his good looks come from, like those other handsome otters (wink) -- Reed Streamline and Flow Whitecap &Company, 18:57:04 10/14/03 Tue Swift sits, staring up at the head of the hall, waiting for food, when he feels something wet hit his paw. He looks back to see the snarling otter no longer snarling, but looking glassy eyed at him and drooling freely. As another drop hits Swifts arm, he scoots himself a bit away, grabs Fik, and puts the small shrew next to the otter, mumbling. All over my effects... How about a bit of politeness for a change... Here you are, Fik matey; hope you don't mind bein' wet. Looking over Fik at the mystery otter, he asks. What's your name, lad? The slack jawed formerly snarling otter replies. Gizzzsh... Brawfallackackacka... Gizzzsh... Swift blinks. Right, Gizzzsh, s'a pleasure! Widening his eyes a bit, he turns to look back up to the head of the hall, secretly wondering how he, Captain of the crew, ended up in the back with an insane otter and angry shrew all alone, when he should've been surrounded by lovely ottermaids. (NT) -- Swift, a bit of Fik, and Gizzzsh, 13:26:46 10/15/03 Wed (inside!) -- Thistle the Odd, 15:44:46 10/15/03 Wed (inside, cursed maximum of 1000 letters, I only had 1041! I know that's still over the limit but I need to gripe about something) -- Rudd, two rude otters, and two hedgehogs, 16:33:00 10/15/03 Wed Gizzzsh is looking at Swift and licking his lips. He hops up, runs around on all fours, panting and rambling, and ends up biting into Swift's leg. The large otter yells in alarm as he grabs the nearest item: a chair, and bashes it over the berserk otter. Gizzzsh retains his hold on Swift's leg as the Captain yells aloud in alarm. SOMEBEAST GET 'IM OFF A LAD!!!! WHAT'S HE DO, SHARPEN 'IS BLOODY TEETH! Following is a stream of language that shant be repeated here, for it could curdle milk with it's vileness. (NT) -- Gizzzsh and Swift, 17:38:02 10/15/03 Wed Reed is being swooned over by the ladys, grinning to him self and puffing out his chest he stands to his tallest and walks over to Swift, He grunts out as two of his claws extend into Gizzzsh's pressure point -- Reed, who is much more handsomer than Swift and Rudd put together(wink), Streamline, 18:42:59 10/15/03 Wed Mickle finds himself seated amongst a group of young otters (dibbuns?). (dibbunish otters) wow! you're a funny lookin, lil otter! why's your face all funny lookin? why's your tail so skinnyish?... -- Mickle, 18:57:52 10/15/03 Wed Gizzzsh howls and lies on his side, twitching and sniffing. Swift looks down at him. Blimey, Reed, you frog-frightener... What'd you do to the lad??? (NT) -- Swift and Gizzzsh, 21:26:10 10/15/03 Wed Kit wanders around the cave for a while, intimidated by the huge sizes of everything, then, eyeing the huge sizes of the food on the tables, decides enough is enough and wriggles into a small gap between a hulking pair of otters. Kneeling up on her seat she manges to grab a bowl of some kind of stew and sits back to eat it. The otter on her left watches the paw reaching across his field of vision with interest before turning to see who it belongs to. "Who're you?" Keeping a tight hold on her food Kit replys, I just arrived matey. Came in wi'Rudd an', er...then three over that. She points at Swift, Fik and Reed. The otter looks at her some more, then looks even further down and behind her. What do yer think you're doin'? "You've got a rudder." The ottermaid roles her eyes. Yes, it's this thing otters 'ave. "A bit short t'be an otter ain't yer?" Kit glares at him. Just 'cause some seaotters happen to be blinkin' giants-... -- Kit, food and otter, 06:19:55 10/16/03 Thu Mickle grins at the little otters pelting him with questions well, maties, I'm a very rare otter, you see...a ferrety otter. What about yourselves? how'd you get so big? -- Mickle, 19:50:09 10/16/03 Thu ((OOC- Do you mind if I join? I unnerstand if you're kinda full or if it is a bit too far into the quest, but it said newcomers welcome... If so, can I have been with the holt for awhile before you came, just so I can come smoothly in? (NT) -- Pearl Streamsong, 14:35:49 10/18/03 Sat OOC: That might work..... You can definately join, me an' Swift just like to have flawless reasons for people's arrival. Just give us a minute to think up a good way for you to join. You being here for a while actually sounds pretty good Leans back in his chair and scratches his chin, wishing he had facial hair. BIC: Fik glances down at Gizzzsh, then looks at the empty spot where the giant lump of crazy had been sitting. I see this seats no longer taken. Don't mind if I do. He scooches over to Gizzsh's former spot to give himself more elbow room. Carefully avoiding the bowl of drool covered soup Gizzsh had been "eating" from, he grabs some tropical looking fruits and digs in. (NT) -- Fik, 16:43:53 10/18/03 Sat Er, Fik/Rudd, can you look inside for a moment? -- Pearl Streamsong, 19:01:30 10/18/03 Sat OOC: It works well for the situation. I'm sure Rudd would agree that it's amusing. My only slight problem is that Swift actually is pretty tall. Like, really big for a river otter. That's the only reason he's about Rudd's size. But no matter, it works. Welcome to the Never Ending Quest! BIC: Swift, who's still glancing at the twitching Gizzzsh, hears his name shouted. He glances up and laughs. HAH! Bounced your way into a pretty little cage, eh? How marvellous! Swift walks over and points and laughs at Pearl. Meanwhile, Gizzzsh has stopped twitching and is looking intently at Fik, drool now bubbling on the edge of his mouth as he crawls over to Fik, growling slightly. (NT) -- Swift and Gizzzsh, 11:01:07 10/19/03 Sun The large seaotter sitting next to Kit interupts her tirade with a question. "Are y'called Kit then?" Yeah, why? He grins widely. "Our pet jus' said it knew some o'you visiters an' said it were no smaller than Kit, soes yer must be Kit. Ha! It'd be 'ard t'be shorter than you!" Kit begns to turn red under the fur on her face. Thanks a lot Pearl! she growls before glaring at the seaotter again. So yer think little otters are pets do yer? We've got rudders like you 'aven't we? Maybe you just eat too much! -- Kit, 11:30:06 10/19/03 Sun OOC: That works out quite well actually. As Swift said, welcome to the quest. BIC: Rudd turns around to look at the cage. Keeping a very straight face he says. Nope, never seen 'er in my life. He goes back to his conversation with his two headgehog buddies. Fik meanwhile is looking nervously at Gizzzsh, far to busy being in a predicament to notice Pearl's problem. Niiice, giant otter dealie. You want you spot back do you? Well here you go. Fik scoots over to his left, bumping into the cave wall and cramping his shoulders together to take up as little room as possible. -- Rudd and Fik, 13:32:03 10/19/03 Sun OOC- Yeah, i'm shorter that you, but taller than Kit. Glares back at Kit BIC- Glares at Swift and rattles the bars hard I WANT OUT OF THIS... THIS...CAGE! NOW! Calms down, sits, and proceeds to shut her mouth tightly, ignoring all the others, except for her last statement If I am to be treated in such a humiliating and appaling manner by fellow river otters... Yes YOU!Turns to Swift... Then I will have naught to do with the entire company of otters here until let out. Sniffs, turning to Thistle Hello, Thiss, lovely day, isn't it? Too bad some creatures take for granted the freedom they have to roam free amidst it... (NT) -- Pearl Streamsong the Indignant... but don't take it personally... wink, 13:38:06 10/19/03 Sun OOC- Heh, Rudd, you must have posted just before me, because I didn't see your post. So i'll just add a bit more here... BIC- Pearl looks at rudd in disgust, and continues to glare at the big sea otters all around. One starts poking a stick in the cage bars 'Ey, mates, look! Th' little thing don't like sticks. See? He begins poking at her with it. Pearl scoots out of the way, but not before being caught on the side. Snarling, she grabs the stick and throws it out of the cage bars, still demanding to be let go. Swift, Rudd, Fik, Thistle, Kit, I KNOW YOU! You MUST know me! Tell them I'm not a pet! I'M AN OTTER! (NT) -- Pearl, 15:51:05 10/19/03 Sun blinks and waves at Pearl Oh dear, you seem to be in a predicament. A familiar one at that...growlmutter Shrews...clears throat, then turns to the burly male otter beside her Would you please assist me in getting my delightful friend Pearl out of the cage? Otter: But...she's our pet! Thistle: THWACK Otter: Err...arright, missy, no need ter get so violn't onnus...Thistle and the otter (whom I promptly dub Fishbreath) stride over to Pearl's cage, the mousemaid with Fishbreath in tow Release her at once! She is an otter, and I can prove it! (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 16:22:25 10/19/03 Sun Swift looks at the otters. Arright mates, I think she's gonna get hostile if we keep her in there much longer... Best to be lettin' her go, methinks. Gizzzsh, meanwhile, has taken his seat, but is sniffing away at Fik and still growling. (NT) -- Swift and Gizzzsh, 16:34:34 10/19/03 Sun OOC-Shrews? BIC-Pearl smiles gratefully at Thistle. Yes, if Thistle can prove I'm an otter, there is no disputing it! The fur on the back of her neck raises as she stands up And If I'm not let out soon, I will show you what "hostile" is! Grips the bars tightly, waiting for some big, heartlessly cruel sea otter to come up with the key that goes with the lock on the cage (NT) -- Pearl, 17:26:44 10/19/03 Sun Mickle pokes his head out of the crowd of Young otters and looks about for the source of the shouting. Oi! Pearl! how're doin? I didn't know you were in the area...Why are you in a cage? a small otter smacks Mickle on the back of the head. (Otter) Cain't ye see? Its our pet! (Mickle) Pet??? Wot do ye mean by that? Can't ye see she's an otter? the 2 begin a fierce argument over Pearl. -- Mickle, 19:55:46 10/19/03 Sun oops...that was supposed to be, "how're ye doin?" not "how're doin?" -- Mickle, 19:57:09 10/19/03 Sun OOC: Shrews because that's how we brought Thistle in to the quest... Whilst sailing for the holt, we came upon an isle of shrews which we dubbed "Shrew Island." They had Thistle and Riversun captured, and I believe they thought they were vermin. Anyway, Thistle's grumbling over it still. BIC: Swift nods at the two otters and stands to his full hieght, which brings him to the otters' chins. He says in a commanding tone: Right, I'm claiming responsibility for said smallish otter in yon cage. She's officially part o' me crew, and as Captain of the crew of the S.S. Ruddingy III or wotever, I demand she be set free. He crosses his arms and nods. Quick as y'like, lads. (NT) -- Captain Swiftstream Brooktail, 14:36:54 10/20/03 Mon OOC- AaaAAaahh... I see now... BIC-Sighs thankfully and grins at the rest, fully expecting to be set free. The otter to her left salutes Swift smartly and takes the key to the cage, placing it in the lock. The one to the left had been picking earwax from his ears and hadn't heard Swift Oi! Wadderyer doin' dat for, eh? It's our pet,ya ain't gonna jus' letter go! He take the key out so fast it snaps OTHER OTTER: twas on orders o' that there biggish river otter chap, said it was part o' 'is crew! Now lookit wot ye done, the keys all broke! PEARL: Settles the boiling rage within her, and takes out a small pin from her pouch, hanging it to rhe nearest otter. Just STOP quarrelin' an' get me out o' here! The pin should work, 'tis hard. I'd do it meself, but I can't reach the lock... scowls (NT) -- Pearl Streamsong... hoping the pin doesn't break... shouldn't, though... Scowls at anyone that breaks it..., 15:06:04 10/20/03 Mon Swift swaggers over to the cage and grins as he pulls out his throwing knife. Take it easy Pearly... I'll 'ave ye out of there in a mo'... After screwing around with the knife in the lock, a click issues forth. Swift grins. S'right. Captain Swiftstream Brooktail could be a whackin' great thief if he felt the urges to pursue said career. Welcome to the crew, Pearl. Have a seat wherever, I suppose... Though s'not my hall to give welcome to beasts for.... (NT) -- Swift, 18:55:25 10/20/03 Mon Pearly? Hmm, I like that... Pearly Streamysong the Crazy, bouncy, never-ending-energetically Ottermaid!Pearl is so thankful to be let out that she tears out of the cage, tripping on her feet and falling flat on her back. She looks up at Swift and Kit, grinning Er, heh, I'm really short now... Gets up slowly, rubbing her head, and looks around. She is seeing the holt now as she should have a month ago... She grins and winks at the Earwax-Otter and picks up the gae, topping it on his head like a hat that was too big. Enjoy the hat now, hope you like it! (NT) -- Pearly Streamysong the Crazy, Bouncy, Never-ending-energetically ottermaid, 19:37:18 10/20/03 Mon Kit gives up on arguing with the seaotter eating next to her. The tall thing blinks as Pearl is realeased and mumbles in surprise, "I think we jus' lost our pet o'er there!" You don' think, that's the problem! The ottermaid dumps the remains of her stew in his lap and, grabbing a piece of bread to nibble on, wanders over to Pearl. Havin' fun matey? -- Kit, 13:24:00 10/21/03 Tue Thistle excuses herself from Fishbreath the jockotter and pops up next to Pearl 'Allo, Pearl, nice to see you not-behind bars! (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 13:51:26 10/21/03 Tue Thankee! I think 'tis nice as well. I wunner if Earwax there is enjoying his new hat? Earwax the otter is trying in vain to pull the cage off his shoulders; his arms never reach high enough to pull it completely off. Pearl snickers and tunrs back to Thislte and Kit So 'ow did you two get here, and meet up with the rest of the crew? Huh, they kept me in that cage for a full month, an' even tried putting me on a leash to get me t' walk around outside of it! They never tried that again... snickers again, flicking her eyes over to the Earwax otter, a long scar on his left forepaw They wouldn't get the thing off me, so I bit 'im! (NT) -- Pearl Streamsong, 15:17:50 10/21/03 Tue

Subject: Swift hums as he struts along. After a few minutes, he stops and anounces. I really have no idea where I'm going, you know. I've never been here in me life. Oi Rudd! Why don't you lead us on? I'm gonna inadvertantly lead us back to the boat if I keep on here. He falls back to Reed. Handing over a small flask, he grins. S'an odd bit I stumble on ages ago... S'called "coffee." Should help you out a bit. But don't drink up too much.
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OOC: Forgot the OOC part announcing that it's time for a new post, so, here it is: We've left Jadris' hut, he disappeared for some reason... So now we're trying to find our way through the trees and forest and such to the holt on our own. Good luck us! (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 22:01:10 09/17/03 Wed Kit grins at Reed's discomfort. Y'should of dumped that water over yer head instead of yer footpaws matey! An' Swift, I don' partic'uly care where y'lead us as long as a liddle thing called 'breakfast' is involved... (NT) -- Kit, 14:56:53 09/18/03 Thu Well, I figure we wander around the beach until we find a river, our holt used to be on the banks of like the only river around here, more of a stream really. We can have breakfast whenever everybeast likes as far as I'm concerned, I'm in no rush to find the place. He continues to mumble to himself aout directions as he walks towards the beach. (NT) -- Rudd, 17:03:02 09/18/03 Thu Coffee, the liquid substance made of coffee beans and H20...walks purposefully around, even though she has no purpose. Her eyes suddenly alight on a broken tree branch We didn't do that, did we? No, because we didn't pass by here before...curious...maybe it was that Jadris character that did it. Or maybe somebeast else. (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 18:09:11 09/18/03 Thu Mickle walks over to the broken branch and examines it. well, whoever broke it left a piece of thread. see? points to thread. (NT) -- Mickle, 20:32:06 09/18/03 Thu Swift takes the thread, sniffs it, examines it closely, tastes it, and pauses. After a few moments of silence he announces. I've no clue what this is. Looks like it coulda come off me jacket, only I've not passed this area... I only know one other beast with a jacket somewhat like mine... And there ain't no way he'd be here... Despite his assurance, a slightly disturbed look flits across Swift's face. Soon, it's gone as he goes back to grinning stupidly. I'd say best not to worry, chaps. Asides, I think I hear flowin' water nearby... We might be closin' in on the holt. (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 22:35:23 09/18/03 Thu Mickle winces slightly as Swift tastes the thread, then nods at swift. I've been hearing the water for a while now, matey! did you just start to hear it? (NT) -- Mickle, 09:06:02 09/20/03 Sat Fik smacks Swift on the back of the head. Who shoves things in his mouth like that? Come on now! Could've been a frog's sweater! Common sense man! Rudd nods at Mickle Well I think we've all been hearing that for a while, mind you Swift's horrid at anything otter-like. So that might explain why he'd just be hearing it now. (NT) -- Fik and Rudd, 17:31:03 09/20/03 Sat stifles chuckles Rudd, that was tasteless, rude, insulting...and rather hilarious. Maybe it's his genes, maybe it's a genetic mutation for the worse, maybe...maybe...maybe...he's just drunk. (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 07:17:55 09/21/03 Sun I ain't drunk, lads. And I've been hearin' said water for a while. And as to who shoves things like that in their mouth like that, He slaps Fik on the back of the head. I obviously does. Can't be afraid to taste stuff when you're a world class tracker such's m'self. But c'mon... Can't be too far off now... (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 11:03:27 09/21/03 Sun Mickle sits back and grins. so, ye've been hearing it for a while, huh? well, what else do you hear, oh great tracker? (NT) -- Mickle, 19:34:52 09/21/03 Sun Swift grins. Well, cully, me great tracker senses are tellin' me that there's a fat, lazy ferret a sittin' down not to far from me and he's gawpin' and gapin' at a fine lookin' specimen of otter when he should be movin' along to an otter holt for a feast! With a jaunty spin, he continues swaggering along, and finds himself on the edge of the stream/river deal. Mates, here we are! Now, which way do we head, oh brave and valiant Prince Ruddingy? (NT) -- Swiftstream Brooktail, 10:35:52 09/22/03 Mon Food? Did somebeast mention food? Bows towards Rudd. Lead on yer 'ighness! (NT) -- Kit, 13:37:30 09/22/03 Mon Rudd looks upstream, pauses, then looks downstream. Weeeeeeeell...... Followin the current would take us t'wards the ocean.... and we don't want to go there. So, this way aho! Onward everybody! He hops into the stream and swims against the weak current. Need to have a dip in the water now an' then. Washes the seasalt off one's legs an' rudder. (NT) -- Rudd, 17:56:42 09/22/03 Mon Fik quietly ties Swift's rudder to a long willow branch as the polite otter waits his turn to jump into the river. (NT) -- Fik, 18:00:00 09/22/03 Mon Mickle jumps onto Swift's shoulders, then hangs his head down to look in Swift's eyes. that fat part wasn't neccesary, ye great river whalloper! (NT) -- Mickle, 19:44:04 09/22/03 Mon Swift sighs, grabs Mickle, and deposits him on the ground, then undoes his rudder, muttering aloud. Fik you little prat, I do have feeling in me rudder, and I can feel when a pair of sticky paws are grimin' it up and clumsily tying it to a tree. And Mickle, you insinuated that my tracker skills weren't up to par, ergo, the fat part was necessary. With that, he darts along the shore of the stream/river, getting a running start and leaping into the middle of the water, where he begins swimming along speedily. (NT) -- Swift, 21:49:08 09/22/03 Mon Thistle takes one glance at the water and loudly dismisses it as: Yurgh! What sort of particles could be floating in that I don't know, and, and...sigh Oh, well. hops in with a small splash If I get any diseases, it'll be you I'll have to blame! glares at whoever's nearest (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 14:10:53 09/23/03 Tue mickle winks at Thistle as she glares at him. why, Thistle, matey, I'm hurt that ye'd blame me for somethin that's all Swift's fault! with that, Mickle begins dashing along the bank, trying to keep up with Swift. (NT) -- Mickle, 19:42:00 09/23/03 Tue Kit jumps into the water after them, ducks her head under for a moment, then surfaces paddling cheerfully. 'Course there's particles in it Thistle: good ole water particles! * And with that she splashes river water over the mousemaid's head.* Better matey? (NT) -- Kit the orful ottermaid, 12:06:03 09/24/03 Wed Reappears out of some bushes (OOC: Sorry, forgot all about this @_@ ) C'mon, this way! (NT) -- Jadris, 14:27:45 09/24/03 Wed Thistle looks mad for a split second, and then her expression dissolves into all smiles Thankee, Kit, for alerting me to the water particles in there. Of course, there's also phytoplankton and zooplankton and other protists, but...glances at Jadris Ah, NOW he comes. Fashionably late, m? (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 13:35:41 09/25/03 Thu Swift yells over to Jadris. Nice of you to catch up, oh valiant guide! Fortunately, we found our way along thanks to our gallant Prince Ruddingy! We'll soon be approaching the holt! (NT) -- Swift, 21:13:01 09/25/03 Thu Fik sighs and hops in the river. How was I supposed to know you 'ad feelin in your rudder? I don't have one do I? Nope, all I have is this perfect lidle tail of mine. Much better than any ol' plank tied to ones bottom. You otter types sure look dumb with 'em. (NT) -- Fik, 16:37:43 09/26/03 Fri Mickle slows down and begins walking next to Jadris. so, matey, how far is it to this holt? (NT) -- Mickle, 20:05:02 09/26/03 Fri* ooc:nope...fix that... BIC: Mickle slows down and begins walking next to Jadris. so, matey, how far is it to this holt? (NT) -- Mickle, 20:06:26 09/26/03 Fri A loud barking yell greets the group. Oy! Stop right there now! Who you think you are? Floppin around in our fish 'atchin stream like that!?!? 'Course it isn't matin season for the fishies quite yet.... But still GET OUT! An arrow thuds into a tree nearby. There's a good nine 'undred of us 'ere and you've gotten us nice an angry! (NT) -- Strange Voice, 10:25:55 09/27/03 Sat Rudd pulls himself out of the water. Alright, alright, now we wouldn't want to be made into pincushions so we'll just come on out now. (Fik crawls onto the bank as Rudd says this) Rudd continues We mean no harm you should know. Just comin 'ere on vacation an' such. Needed a break from reality y'know. Can be quite hard to take without a nice sandy beach. As he talks Fik quietly slips into the bushes. (NT) -- Rudd and Fik, 10:33:55 09/27/03 Sat Swift grins and splashes around even more. Ain't no nine hundred beasts going to stop an otter from floppin' around in a stream! It'll take at least a thousand to stop me! (NT) -- Swift, 10:35:23 09/27/03 Sat Two more arrows find their way to the stream, neatly missing Swift by a hair, (NT) -- Strange Voice, 10:40:24 09/27/03 Sat Swift stands and holds his arms akimbo, eyes widening and looking at the spots where the arrows hit. He changes tune instantly. How's about we just have a drink, hm? Drinks for everyone, on me! He grins stupidly. (NT) -- Swift, 10:50:38 09/27/03 Sat Fik strolls out of the forest, dragging an incredibly agitated otter behind him. Hey lookit what I found! Little thing had a bow an' everything. A loud booming voice comes out of the teeny otter. (tiny otter) Let go of me you fiend! I'll have you know that I come from a large holt! They'll whoop you blithering idiots good when they find out you've stolen me! Fik gives it a kick (Fik) Oh shuttup! The otter begins to thrash about. (tiny otter) Unhand Melville the Great! Rudd falls over laughing. (Rudd) Melly you tiny brute! Still haven't grown eh? Fik tie a leash on the little horror. He rummages around in his pack and tosses a rope at Fik. Now lead on McDuff, we've got a whole bunch of eating to do. (NT) -- Fik, Melville and Rudd, 15:30:00 09/27/03 Sat Swift smiles as his jaw drops. You know this little horror, oh valiant Prince Ruddingy? Can we keep 'im? He'd make a handsome pet! He swaggers over and begins pinching Melville's cheeks. Hello, precious! (NT) -- Swift, 15:36:43 09/27/03 Sat mickle recollects his things from where he'd dropped them, then glances about the trees nervously. Swift, matey, are ye sure that tauntin 'im like that's a good idea? wot if there're more from the holt out here? (NT) -- Mickle, 17:05:51 09/27/03 Sat Y'd better listen to that tiny guy you giant oaf. There's planty more otters out 'ere an' if you make too much rakcet you'll end up regrettin it! (NT) -- Melly, 18:03:13 09/27/03 Sat Mickle's eyes flash as he turns on the small otter. Tiny?! You, me short lil dibbun, are callin me tiny?! Mickle begins to march towards Melville. (NT) -- Mickle, 21:04:02 09/27/03 Sat Thistle tilts her head at the tiny otter and has to hold her breath to keep from laughing (NT) -- Thistle, 06:10:12 09/28/03 Sun Kit, having no where near Thistle's diplomacy, laughs out loud and calls over to Melville: There's plenty of otters down 'ere an' all, only I don' think that's all yer've got t'worry about! I mean, it's bad enough you firin' arrers, but I think yer just added insult t'injury... (NT) -- Kit, 09:49:01 09/28/03 Sun Swift walks along, giving up on Melville He yells back. Onward mates, we gotta drop the liddleun off at the holt! Oh yeah, he looks a bit like you, Rudd. He a cousin or something? (NT) -- Swiftstream, 19:14:37 09/29/03 Mon Mickle steps right up to Melville and stares down at the miniscule (I love big words!) otter. so, oh shrunken one, do you still wanna call me tiny? (NT) -- Mickle, 19:41:21 09/29/03 Mon An old member of the quest lurks in the shadows, waiting for someone to notice her... Her fur is black so she blends into the shadows perfectly. She waits... (NT) -- ..., 18:54:09 09/30/03 Tue Mell kicks out at Mickles shin. I'll call you what I want dingus! Now get outta my way so I can take yeh to the holt! He runs off at surprizing speeds, yelling about slow fools and uncatchable fiends. (Rudd) Oh, good, very good there guys. He's not a dibbun actually. He's older than me. Likes to pretend he's a youngun, he's just a runt is all. Can't figure out how he's always been so fast. But good luck trackin' him! Rudd walks off into the bushes, his frustration hid quite well until he screams and kicks a tree. (NT) -- Melly and Rudd, 16:01:55 10/01/03 Wed Swift blinks. That's the first time I've ever seen Rudd mad... And Coalie, you can come out of them bushes now. Nice of ye to join us again! (NT) -- Swift, 16:10:51 10/01/03 Wed Rudd comes out of the bushes and has a whispered conversation with Fik, after much nodding, Rudd turns and speaks to the group. Well, seeing as I'm leader of this whole group. I says we split up! You guys go over there. He points everybody towards the patch of bent grass Melly made when he ran off. An' me an' Fik'll go over here. Can't be too carefull when one's trackin' of course..... gotta....erm.. cover our angles! So, it is my leaderly command that you all head off over there! Fik gives Swift a heafty push in the direction of the bent grass before he and Rudd run off in the other direction. (NT) -- Rudd and Fik, 16:20:02 10/01/03 Wed Swiftie! catapults out of the bushes and trys to tackle Swiftie (NT) -- Coal Snagfire, 16:54:02 10/02/03 Thu Mickle scratches his head at Rudd's odd behavior. wonder why he's actin so strange...ah well. I'll catch that rude lil runt...* begins to attempt to track Melly.* (NT) -- Mickle, 17:02:27 10/02/03 Thu Swift neatly dodges Coal. He looks after Rudd. Okay... That's mighty peculiar... Wonder why those two maniacs took off... He turns back to the group. Well crew, looks like we're back in old Captain Swiftstream Brooktail's command now, savvy? No sittin' about, we're going to march for the holt. Commodore Ruddingy said 'twas on the riverstream thing, so, all's we've got to do is follow this and we'll hit it. And if we don't, well, we're bound to hit summat... There's always settlments on banks of streams. He spins and swaggers again, following the stream inland. (NT) -- Captain Swiftstream Brooktail, 17:39:03 10/02/03 Thu As the group rounds a bend in the stream two small lumps of brown hurtle out of the water and up a tree. Some small eyes peer out at Mickle from behind some leaves. Completely untrackable I tell you! You wouldn't have found me if I hadn't been so kind as to lead you right to me! A small paw emerges from the leaves and points accusingly at the group. You didn't want to attempt following me because I'm so great at losing beasts of all sorts! Well, just so you knew I don't actually know how to dissapear like magic, I thought I'd show up to prove it to you. And with that, I'll be off. Mellville falls from the tree in his attempt at a mysterios exit. Hitting the ground with a massive thud, he qucikly stumbles up, dusts himself off, and runs away again. (NT) -- Melly, 18:10:37 10/02/03 Thu Swift chuckles. That little Melville is a first class moron type. Right mates, carry on. I'm sure we'll run into him more. Bet he'll lead us straight to the holt without meanin' to... (NT) -- Swift, 18:32:16 10/02/03 Thu Mickle is up and after Melville in an instant. come back here, ye lil...ARGH!!! (NT) -- Mickle, 18:43:43 10/02/03 Thu Coal's face hits the ground and she slides along the ground, until the pile of dirt her snout has created stops her. What's wrong Mickle? she yells and she attemps to tackle Swift once again. (NT) -- Coal Snagfire, 19:53:08 10/02/03 Thu Hiya Coal! Kit grins at Mickle Don' tell me...you hit the tree? (NT) -- Kit, 10:06:00 10/03/03 Fri Thistle chuckles lightly, and she begins muttering snatches of random information under her breath (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 14:24:09 10/03/03 Fri Mickle lies on the ground, staring up at the tree that he ran into. Now, I know that he can't run through trees...so, why did I smash into it and he just disappears? (NT) -- Mickle, 17:16:16 10/03/03 Fri still flying at Swiftie... ((Kit, could you look inside?)) -- Coal Snagfire, 17:31:47 10/03/03 Fri Swift dodges again. Blimey, mate, y'don't want to tackle hug me... S'not healthy to be.... Hold hard, lads... He listens and a grin creeps across his face. I'd reckognise those sounds anywhere, me hearties. He turns around. We're here, crew. We've made it to the holt! He walks forward and peers through some bushes at the settlement, letting out a light sigh of triumph. It's been a long and hard journey... (NT) -- Swiftstream, 19:21:58 10/03/03 Fri Oh, has it? Only rescuing me from the shrews Grrr, encountering random, ferocious seabeasts, meeting both a hermit-squirrel and an otter-midget, and that's rough? Now, I know you've probably went through some things beforehand but really, they don't matter 'cause I wasn't with you. grin-snort (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 19:40:27 10/03/03 Fri Shrugs Well Mickle, maybe it's 'cause there's so much less of him t'get round the flippin' tree? She nudges Thistle and, nodding towards Swift, mutters: He's goin' to get all sentimental like an' soppy now ain't he? An' yer sound so sympathetic towards the poor lad. Awwww. (OCC: I'll be sure to check that out Coal. Thanks!) (NT) -- Kit, 07:43:32 10/04/03 Sat Mickle lies flat on the ground, still staring up at the tree. well, Swift, matey, I'll let you go and have a good ol' conversation with said otters before I show my handsome face...don't wanna get it cut off, ye know... (NT) -- Mickle, 20:44:27 10/04/03 Sat winks at Kit, then whispers back Yeah, well, we know our Swift...If you put a barrel of rum on a string then dragged it through the forest, he'd follow it till the very end. Say, that's not a half bad idea... (NT) -- Thistle the Odd, 06:16:02 10/05/03 Sun Gets her muzzle buried again. You're right Thistle. You throw one in a pit of posinous snakes and he'd jump in after it. Say... what if I threw a flask of rum at him and then charged him? He might not dodge! looks around for some rum. (NT) -- Coal Snagfire, 09:34:38 10/05/03 Sun