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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Dec 31, 2006 23:22:07 GMT -5
"It should be about....oh...4 miles to the sea....ah....home....I can smell it now! After a few weeks of travelin' through mossflower its hard not ache for home..." Said Irvine. It was getting dark and they needed to stop. They walked till they got to an opening in the forest. " Hey go get some firewood will ya? I'll check oout the area to see if its safe....And dont get pine! Tha' stuff smokes....try Oak instead..."
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Post by Silas on Jan 14, 2007 10:46:49 GMT -5
About a hundred yards west from the pair, a lone squirrel approached casually, his face shrouded in a cloak. He marched steadily onward through the forest, seemingly not noticing Irvine and Bhlacksun until he was 10 meters away. Here he stopped.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Jan 14, 2007 12:49:27 GMT -5
Irvine stooped down low seeing the Squirrel marching on. He pulled out an arrow and fired it at a nearby tree next to the Squirrel. "State who ya are and we might not kill ya!" he shouted. he wandered himself why he said that.
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Post by Silas on Jan 14, 2007 13:27:30 GMT -5
The squirrel turned his hooded head towards. the arrow, still quivering in the treetrunk. he pulled a thin smile at the remark. "You'd do well to ask that question, traveller, in these parts, or any, in a matter of fact. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Captain Thomas Calver." He said in a voice that had an air of authority, and at the same time being reassuring. "Would you be so kind as to state your intentions within our territory? Or else I'm afraid we're going to have to detain you."
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Jan 14, 2007 14:04:58 GMT -5
Suddenly the otter lept through the bush and was almost instantly at the face of the other with a huge cheesy smile across his face. "Did you say captian!?!?! As in...a ship?" he asked
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Post by Silas on Jan 14, 2007 15:31:56 GMT -5
"No, I am troop Captain, Second division, within the NPA." He said matter-of-factly. "however, if it is a ship you're looking for, I'm sure I can provide accomidations."
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Jan 14, 2007 18:59:51 GMT -5
((NPA?))
"My ship has already sailed off...So..'eh...were kinda lookin' for another one heh'..." he said scratching the fur behind his neck. "My names Irvine! Skipper Of Sea Otters!" he said. He was dressed in a war-torn black sea coat which was stained in blood and smelled that of the sea. He was also covered in Scars from past battles. On his back he had a massive long/broadsword. He smiled. "So....whadaya say matey?"
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Post by Silas on Jan 15, 2007 1:12:15 GMT -5
**NPA= Northern Peacekeeping Army**
"Well, first we got to speak with my executive officer and the commander of the said ship." He lifted his hood, revealing Brown eyes and a facial expression that betrayed none of his feelings. He then shed the cloak off completely, revealing a green tunic adorned with at least 5 campaign badges. He pulled a Beret out of his haversack and put it on. "Makes runnin' easier, not tripping over a cloak. Anyway, we'll find you a seaworthy vessel soon enough. Follow me."
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Jan 15, 2007 23:36:47 GMT -5
Irvine followed. He was begging to become quite unsure of this beast and was growingvery impatient...after all he need to meet up with his Holt and try to rescue taggle.
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Post by Silas on Jan 16, 2007 16:32:12 GMT -5
As they walked, Tom said, apparently to nobody, "Lieutenant." A younger-looking female squirrel leaped down from her perch and matched pace with the Captain immediately, wearing the same uniform and beret, only with 3 badges. "Yes sir?" She asked. "Gather the squad, please. We're moving out." At that she leapt back up into a yew bough and bounded through the trees. Soon the original group of three was being escorted by fifteen Beasts, mostly made up of squirrels. They all had bow and arrows, along with the same uniform and haversack outfit. Some carried daggers, others swords, in addition to their bows. The company marched about in silence through the darkening glade, the westering sun shining off of their varying medals. Most had none, of course, a few veterans had one or two.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Jan 16, 2007 22:11:44 GMT -5
Irvine Looked around at all the beast with the medal. "Ah...dontcha find it kinda' hard movin' around in all the lead?" he asked.
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Post by Silas on Jan 17, 2007 21:07:22 GMT -5
**Note: the medals are tiny pin-medals, not around-the-neck ones.**
One squirrel replied to him, "No, sir, we usually take them off anyways. We were called off parade duty to greet or beat ya, whether ye be friend or foe."
The group came through to a clearing, which opened out on to cliffs where a wooden fortress was set up, with a compound surrounding it. Out to sea lay three ships, their sails furled.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Jan 19, 2007 17:33:39 GMT -5
Upon seeing the ship he began hopping around excitedly ." Ya! " he shouted. "S' can we maybe hitch a ride" he said jumping about with a chessy grin on his face.
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Post by Silas on Jan 19, 2007 20:48:33 GMT -5
"Well, that's up to whoever's in charge of the ship." Tom said. When they entered the semi-permanent camp the otter and badger were greeted at spear and arrow point by the beasts not within Tom's squad.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Jan 19, 2007 23:06:56 GMT -5
Irvine drew his massive Long/broadsword and Let it crack into the ground in front of him cuase of its weight. Try it and yer all Deadbeast. His scard face let out.
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