*As they reach the rear entrance, -- The Hunt for Warpeye

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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: *As they reach the rear entrance,
Author: Rudd	[ Next Thread \| Previous Thread \| Next Message \| Previous Message ] 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. [ Next Thread \| Previous Thread \| Next Message \| Previous Message ]