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Post by Bhlacksun on Oct 29, 2006 14:38:13 GMT -5
Bhlacksun followed Aeorys into the kitchens, looking around at the magnificent woodwork and at all the decorations. But at the same time, takeing note at stuff that needed to be repaired, touched up, or completely redone.
"Aye, this Abbey hasn't changed in a long time. I know I'm not'a young'un anymore... But I can't help but feel like I'm not but a dibbun again running through these hallways."
He walked into the kitchens and inhaled the smells of the foods from earlier in the day.
"Tis a great place to spend the rest of my days... Who is the Abbot of the Abbey right now? I don't reckon it's the same abbot from before either."
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Oct 29, 2006 22:35:20 GMT -5
" Oh ye can run around through the hallwasy as much as ye like!" He said walking with the badger trying to make him feel better. "Oh we'll now the abbot is actually on his way to the ol' ruins of a place called Marshank...he and and few ablebeast went with 'im to visit it...he'd never seen it before." He said.
((No Idea what to say. We have no abbot yet))
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Post by Rakko, Brink, Serval, Soubi on Oct 31, 2006 16:59:45 GMT -5
**We'll get one soon**
A small mole entered the kitchens. "Mmmm dos Oi smull soomthun guud cookin?"
** I am so sorry. I know it's short but I'm at school. Grounded from home comp and ya..gotta go though, schools out!**
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Post by Taggle on Nov 2, 2006 21:56:26 GMT -5
Taggle entered the kitchen, stifling his yawn with a tiny paw. " weres da 'otroot? i needs it." Taggle asked, seeing it on a high shelf that he couldn't reach.
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Post by Bhlacksun on Nov 8, 2006 22:03:01 GMT -5
Bhlacksun watched the people walk in the kitchens, quite lively for the time of day.
"Oh.. Really now?.. Hmm... That makes things all the more difficult... But... Judging by the way the grounds have... Well.. Havn't been kept up. It seems me ole' abbey needs a Groundkeeper... And I do believe I am taking up the position for myself. Cause I be able enough to do it, and young enough to keep up with the dibbuns."
Bhlacksun reached out on the table and grabbed a flask of October Ale, and took a swig out of it, closing the lid he let out a sigh of releif.
"Tis the good life livin here in the abbey, I'm asured of. I can do anything ye need done around here.... Well..."
He stood up and reached up and grabbed the hotroot that Taggle was trying to reach for, with relative ease.
"Hereya Go."
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Nov 11, 2006 20:55:37 GMT -5
"Eek!" Shouted Irvine Jumping up and Snatching the hotroot from the Badgers hand. He held it in close to him tucking it under him. " Yee cant jess give a little un' and Sack o' hotroot...ye sure aint a cook are ye?" he placed in back on the shelf then thwaked the Badger on the paw with a spoon so hard it cracked in two. "Ahem!...Now then...yes you are probrobly better off as the grouds keeper... at least ye wouldnt kill off the abbey with food poisoning...."
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Post by Taggle on Nov 12, 2006 20:43:34 GMT -5
Taggle jumped up for it, his tiny body far to small to get it. " can i have da hotwoot pweeeease? i needs it." he asked, trying to reach it with his starred paw. he was going to..well..spicen up.. the abbots soup with it. The idea came to him in a dream.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Nov 12, 2006 21:53:49 GMT -5
Irvine Grabbed the otter Dibbun by the Snout pinching him hard and jerking him twoards the ground. "No...."
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Post by Taggle on Nov 12, 2006 22:03:54 GMT -5
" leb go ub by dose!" Taggle said, a tear in his eye. Irvine was pinching quite hard, and he had asked nicely. Taggle ran out of the kitchen, hiding his face so they wouldn't see im crying. He went to the upper levels of the abbey, to hide and sulk.. and get the feeling back in his nose. Taggle knew the perfect hiding place..no one would ever find him, or so he thought. He ran there and sat, light sparkling in from a window high above. " irvine be;s mean!" He said to himself. He hoped that Irvine wouldn't find him. He'd probabally just hurt Taggle for asking for something again.. ( dibbuns can be very rash.. and very good hiders)
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Nov 12, 2006 22:11:18 GMT -5
The Skipper of Sea otters Knew that force was the only way to get things into beast heads if they wanted them to listen in the future. Though this was only a dibbun Perhaps a Habberath joke would cheer him up. He grabbed a Flagon of october ale and poured an entire bag of Habberath Redust in it and Stirred it. He walked Down to the Cellars. " Taggle?...I know your In here!....Hey matty....srry about pinching your nose like that...Here lemme make it up to you." he placed the flagon on the floor and left the room.
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Post by Taggle on Nov 12, 2006 22:23:47 GMT -5
Taggle waited till Irvine was gone. slowly, cautiously, he crpet toward the drink. It smelled normal.. so he drank it. Big mistake!! At first it tasted fine.. then it set his mouth afire! He looked around, and was saved! a small flask of water was ling half open. Taggle drained the thing in one gulp. He sighed in relief, then noticed something.. his tongue was blood red! He realised he had been going to do this to the abbot, but with something less spicy. He silently begged his forgiveness from the abbot for somethine he didn't do, but now he was in an even fouler mood. Irvine seemed like he had it out for Taggle! he crawled back into his hiding place, almost like a little tunnel made of barrels. No adult could get in, through readhing in, or trying to crawl in. Taggle sat there, hoping to dissapear, or become invisible to the world. Or both. He sighed deeply. Nit his day. He wasn;t coming out, not for all the candied chestnuts in the world!
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Nov 12, 2006 22:30:51 GMT -5
He walked back in with a smile on his face Grabbing a small pole with a hook on it he poked around in the barel and Cuahgt the dubbin on his clothing pulling him out. He lifted him up eye level with him. " How do you think the abbot would feel if you did that to him?" he asked.
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Post by Taggle on Nov 12, 2006 22:33:41 GMT -5
Taggle couldn't hide.. couldn;t run.. and couldn;t win.. "vewwy vewwy bad.." He murmered, refusing to look at or speak to Irvine more than he had to. He squirmed, tryong to get off the hook...literally. It might have actually have been funny.. to anyone but Taggle.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Nov 12, 2006 22:43:03 GMT -5
Irvine Grabbed the otters Chin and Twisted it to make him look at him. " Then youv learned your leson? In need your full attention if your going to grow to be a warrior otter like me....and If Im gonna train you..."
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Post by Taggle on Nov 12, 2006 22:46:36 GMT -5
He glared back at him. " aye.." he said, still squirming. His mind began to wander. It was like a brick had hit him. He was standing by the tapestry, almost being sucked in by martins sword, its hilt gleaming hypnotically. Taggle could not have heard what irvine said if he had shouted at him.. Martin began to move, out of the tapestry to face Taggle..
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