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Post by Silas on Jan 19, 2007 23:13:32 GMT -5
The lines held firm at the otter's boast, but Tom reassured them. "Hold your weapons. They've not done harm to us." A hedgehog still hefted his spear. "What iff'n they're spies?" "If they were," Tom retorted, "They wouldn't have come peacefully. Put up your weapon, private. Now." The hedgehog reluctantly put his spear down, still eyeing the pair of travellers, distrust evident on his spiky features.
"Sorry, troops're awfully upset at the last battle. I'll fill you in later."
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Jan 19, 2007 23:26:22 GMT -5
"Aparently...."He said Lifting his heavy sword back to his back. " Listen matey....We need to get goin...I have agood idea where they might be headed....but...ye aint gonna like it....Ye ever heard Of...Dannarth Tolrak?" he asked Knowing he would surely know.
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Post by Silas on Jan 19, 2007 23:34:11 GMT -5
"Ole Tolrak? sure. He's the one that caused this in the first place, rallying corsairs to his cause in the south. We've tried to stop 'em, but we're spread too thin after the Plains of Misery campaign. I lost many good friends..." here Tom paused. "Well, let's talk to the captain o' the Vermin's Regret." He pointed towards the nearest boat.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Jan 19, 2007 23:38:51 GMT -5
On the boat Irvine mouth almost dropped. "You came In contact with Danarths Army....and....you aint Dead yet....." he he said quite plainly still amaised.
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Post by Silas on Jan 19, 2007 23:54:26 GMT -5
"Well, what troops have managed to survive met back here. Stole a coupla boats, including this one." He said rubbing the rail. A lean, stern-eyed otter approached the company. "Hey, Tom, don't tell me ya brought in the Skipper of Otters." "Well, he and a badger by the name of Bhlacksun were found 3 miles outside the base camp. Thought we'd bring 'em along for the ride." Tom responded in good-humored army fashion.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Jan 20, 2007 12:55:04 GMT -5
"Yeah... We need to ta' get back there matey...i think thats a good place to start if were gonna find that dibbun." he said. He looked over to the other otter who commented on him being the Skipper. "That Skipper of sea otters ta' be excact matey!" he said With laugh.
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Post by Silas on Jan 20, 2007 17:58:43 GMT -5
"Wait, you were out here searching for a dibbun, commonly named so at the Abbey of Redwall. Do you know anybeast named Silas Haweye there?" Tom said hopefully.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Jan 20, 2007 19:12:54 GMT -5
"Eh'...not that I know of matey...Hey can we cast Off?" he asked tapping his footpaw on the deck.
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Post by Silas on Jan 20, 2007 23:48:29 GMT -5
A small rowboat moved towards the Vermin's Regret as Irvine tapped his footpaw impaitiently on the deck, slightly bloodstained from its previous owners. A mouse jumped up onto the quarterdeck, along with a hedgehog and the squirrel Tom adressed as Lieutenant.
"Well, we're given the all-clear from the outpost, sir. Just need to unfurl the sails and haul up anchor." The lieutenant said. " 'Ey, I'll take care o' that. All hands! Unfurl the sails! Haul up the anchor! Hurry up, ye lazy loungers!" the sea otter captain ran around, yelling at all and sundry in an attempt to hasten their chores.
"Pity, really," Tom muttered. "Most o' these beasts elected to be crewmates, and none of 'em are over 24 years. Gotta keep 'em in line."
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Jan 21, 2007 0:29:25 GMT -5
"Aye. I can understand that...Cant say age matters though..." he added. He Began helping to rise the anchor. "Feels like she's comin' loose!" he shouted feeling the ship shift abit.
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Post by Silas on Jan 21, 2007 0:40:31 GMT -5
The sails unfurled, the three ships made for open water, taking a south-easterly course, the Vermin's Regret in the lead. Tom braced himself against the railing as the first of many waves came in contact with the bow. Despite this, the beasts up in the mast held firm, slowly making their way down to the deck.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Jan 21, 2007 19:07:14 GMT -5
It had been a while since the Skipper had given orders to seabeast. He couldnt resist himself...it was his natuaral instinct to give orders. "Steady there on the sails! Hurry and Make yer way down! Captian! Might I suggest to try steering the ship?" he said.
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Post by Silas on Jan 21, 2007 19:20:50 GMT -5
"An excellent suggestion, Skipper." The Captain answered. He stepped into his cabin and said "C'mon in an' we'll plot a course." Tom went up to the wheel to hold a steady course as the others planned the route.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Jan 21, 2007 21:20:32 GMT -5
Irvine Walked in and reached inot his haversack and pulled out a small map that showed alot of land. He threw it on the table and it opend up. He took his dagger and leaned over the map and stuck the dagger in the map on Caslte Floret. "That!...My goodbeast.... Is where i think We should go. " he leaned back up straight with a smile crossing his arms.
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Post by Silas on Jan 21, 2007 21:27:04 GMT -5
"Whoa, matey... From the reports I've seen from the southern patrol force, Floret is bad news." The Captain said. "If yer got friends there, the help would be appriciated, but I don't know how we'll ever win ol' Floret back from that cat."
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