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Post by Silas on Feb 5, 2007 16:12:41 GMT -5
"Ah, yes. You wish to learn the language of my people. Well, it's a lengthy language. I don't know how much I could teach an outsider. But I guess we can start with the basics..." He then taught Irvine the various ins and outs of the squirrel language, the enunciations, alphabet, and key words. He finished this once they reached the top of the cliff face via a rope ladder. Six more guards, all wearing camoflage, led them through the forest to an isolated glade, where houses surrounded the clearing. However, these houses were unique. Entwined within the tree branches, these dwellings were suspended above the clearing. All save one stone structure at the opposite end of the clearing. "This is our village. We have lived here for untold ages. Might we treat you to dinner, whilst we wait?" He led them to the stone structure.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Feb 6, 2007 19:28:03 GMT -5
"I understood nothing you said matey..." he said quite Plainly. "Care to Smooth it out a bit?" he said wanting to hear it again. As they enter the stone structure Irvine leaned backward falling on his back to the ground. He began snorring.
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Post by Silas on Feb 8, 2007 21:59:49 GMT -5
Inside the structure, lanterns were hung around the cathedral-like interior for illumination. The walls were made out of a time-worn sort of grey stone. Cooks and their various assistants dashed about carting in food which lay on a semi-circular table, with smaller tables jutting out from the flat side of the big table. The benches were three-fourths filled, due to the guards inspecting the ships. The food lain out was not too fancy, but still had a woodland-ish flair. The main dish, a type of potato stew with shrimp mixed in, simmered next to pastries, loaves, and tankards of dark-looking ale. The scene was quite loud, and threatened to wake up the sleeping otter.
"Heh, fancy that." Tom gestured over to Irvine. "He was the one in such a hurry. Now he's fallen asleep."
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Feb 11, 2007 23:29:07 GMT -5
Irvine thought that since he was getting nowhere in particular he would go ahead and rest to pass the time along. He was in real need to get to Floret.
((Its the Best I could Do))
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Post by Silas on Feb 12, 2007 18:45:11 GMT -5
**Ye did good by me.**
"So, before we eat, We need to discuss some things with the Council." He motioned them towards a heavy-looking door, the hinges engraved in a leaf-like pattern. "Okay, what's the council?" Tom questioned. "Well," The leader (Tom thought he was) explained, "We have a council between the three squirrel clans and their provinces. South, East, and Yours truly, North. Ever since the last squirrel leader died, the three clans weren't united. We're still arguing about who to put up for leadership." He opened the door, and it squeaked in protest. The room inside was a small amphitheater (SP?) with 8 other creatures in the elevated stands. In the middle of this a throne was situated facing the door off an elevated platform. the throne was mpty, and an eerie silence hung about the room. Tom sneezed, and it echoed around the room, making the silence seem even more uneasy. The squirrel who led Tom in went out to wake up Irvine. He tapped him gently and said in his own language, "[Come on, the council would like to question you. We can not have beasts sleeping on th floor which we tread.]"
((Note: [ ] = Saying in own lingo translated.))
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Feb 12, 2007 23:34:34 GMT -5
Upon the feel of the tap Irvine grapped the creatures wrist and pulled him downward twoards the ground. He looked down at Tom. "Sorry mate...reflex. " he followed tom into the counsil room.
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Post by Silas on Feb 13, 2007 10:01:28 GMT -5
A booming voice echoed throughout the cavern. "Who are you creatures? and why are you here before the Clan Council?" Tom covered his ears momentarily at the echoes. The speaker, an ancient and decidedly grumpy-looking squirrel, Said once again, "Well?" The leader that took them into the council room earlier said in a slightly less loud voice, "Will ye stop shouting at all and sundry, Kilnaf? These are good beasts, they're on a mission, I assume. Why else would they commandeer three corsair ships? Or mayhaps, 'twas just for fun?" At this, the other members of the council muttered to each other. Tom noticed that the nine people were divided into three groups of three, one spokesperson, one aide or lieutenant of sorts, and their scribes.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Feb 13, 2007 11:04:22 GMT -5
"Well im the Skipper of otters...and im here becuase you drug me here...That a good enough Reason!?!?!" He said.
"Well It was quite fun actually..." Said Irvine. "Actually matey....ya see... a youngster from Redwall abbey ran away...and i fear that he has a wandered to the north...near Castle Floret and the wildcat Danarth Tolrak. Now more than likely he is with my holt but I still dun like him near that area."
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Post by Silas on Feb 13, 2007 16:47:34 GMT -5
** actually, Floret is south o' Redwall.**
There were whispers until The old squirrel made a reply. "All this for a 'youngster'? Surely you jest, Skipper. I don't even know if you Are the Skipper."
"Hold your accusations, Kilnaf-" The leader started saying. 'Shut up, Deimar! I've had it with you Northerners! Always ordering everyone around!" he made as if to get up. "SILENCE!" The yell echoed in the room considerably. "There will be no fighting in the council chamber!" A third, more tired-looking squirrel stood up. "I think the council has had it too, with you placing accusations, Kilnaf. I'm sure we can trust these creatures. Now, why are you here, sir?" he said in a more relaxed and polite tone.
"Well, me and the troops in my command are heading out in search of Danarth Tolrak, to rid him of this land." Or die trying... He thought. "Ah, now could you enlighten us on this beast? Who is Danarth?" Deimar questioned. "All I know is that he is a wildcat, pure evil, and crazy to boot, I've heard. He moved south now." "And how do you plan to stop him?" Kilnaf questioned. "I've disregarded everything I've heard about that beast up until now. If the rumors are true, you'd be dead where ye stand." "Now think of the po-" Deimar started again. "Well, Did I ask for your input?!" Kilnaf roared suddenly. The third squirrel leapt up once more. "ENOUGH! If you cannot Contain your temper, Kilnaf, I suggest you leave this room." "Then I challenge Deimar of the North to Perahev!" He jabbed a finger at Deimar, who glared across the chamber. "You cannot possibly challenge me in that!" He said.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Feb 14, 2007 0:16:47 GMT -5
"No-ones going to be kill Danarth!" Shouted Irvine Silencing the Chambers. "Not That i dont want him dead....That would please me the most...but its that he cant die...Its almost like he is unable to...That beast is beyond evil....He is the devil himself 'e is....You wont know until you fought him personaly...." Suddenly Irvine's blindness struck him as his scar flared up. Everything went black..He sighed and leaned up against the wall... Great... he thought to himself... Just what i need...to be vunerable in a place like this...
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Post by Silas on Feb 14, 2007 0:21:09 GMT -5
Everyone stopped to look at the otter, and the utter silence filled the chamber as each creature there pondered what he said. Tom made for Irvine as he leaned up against the wall. "You alright?" He inquired. Then the room broke out into pandemonium. Kilnaf jumped at Deimar, and the rest were yelling, some encouraging, others not.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Feb 14, 2007 0:23:32 GMT -5
"Yeah Im fine matey...My scar's just flared up...everytime it does it I go blind..."
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Post by Silas on Feb 14, 2007 0:39:59 GMT -5
Tom looked at him quizzically. Kilnaf rammed the unsuspecting Northerner in the stomach, winding him. With an uncanny strength for his age, he punched Deimar with his fists, once, twice, before tripping him. Deimar got up, coughing up a drop of blood in the process. He held up his own clenched fists. "So be it, Kilnaf." They fought on, rolling about the chamber, The eastern squirrel Shaking his head in dismay. "So much for an organized council." He muttered, and left the chamber. The fighters finally came to rest upon a table which Deimar threw Kilnaf upon. Deimar held Kilnaf down with his forearm against Kilnaf's neck. "Give...Up yet?" He said, fighting the beserk ancient. "No, ye pompous slime!" he rolled over to the left, throwing Deimar off the table to come crashing through a bookcase, which, while not dropping a book, swayed dangerously overhead. Deimar recovered with suprising agility, and Thwacked Kilnaf-s head against the nearby wall. He fell unconsious. "Is there aybeast..." He paused to take a breath "...Who will challenge me? Speak now." Worried looks came his way from the Southern party. Everyone stayed silent. Deimar then took his seat by his lieutenant, rubbing ruefully at his face. He drank from his Beaker, A noticable amount of blood went back in the water, swirling about in a crimson line. "[I'm tired of this, brother...]" He said wothout looking towards him. "[We fight like shrews, yet we are squirrels. Pretty soon we'll be killing each other over trifling differences...]" He coughed again.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Feb 14, 2007 18:24:48 GMT -5
Irvine Heard the Commotion and Stepped into Action. He was tired of fighting and wanted to get to to moving. He drew his bow and fired a shot near Deimar's nose. "I may be blind but i aint deaf so i can still fight....I'll challenge you to shut yersefl up...."
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Post by Silas on Feb 14, 2007 20:01:03 GMT -5
Deimar chuckled at the otter. "That seems a worthy challenge, in this council. Kilnaf... Well... He isn't right in the head, so to speak. He was challenging me to Perahev, Or a 'deathfight' translated into the basic language." "Why didn't anyone seperate you two?" Tom questioned. "Well, our tradition states that they are not to interfere unless one combatant submits or dies. That was the ancient way of settling rivalries here. And you can put up your bow, Skipper. No need for that now, unless you'd like to kill me. You're welcome to try." He stated. "Might as well get shot now." He stepped back over to his table and took a sip of water.
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