*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. -- The Hunt for Warpeye

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Subject	Author	Date
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