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Post by Taggle on Nov 14, 2006 15:57:54 GMT -5
Taggle repiled to blade. " yaya. Taggle worra come wif ya." he said. The rain seemed to bel letting up slightly, a lark beggingng to herald the storms passing from Mossflower.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Nov 14, 2006 17:05:53 GMT -5
"Then come with us you shall...matey...Alright Mates to the The Lance Breaker!" Shouted blade. " We'll travel a for a few hours twoards the sea and stop fer lunch. How does Hotroot soup sound? I'll even let ye make it!"
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Post by Taggle on Nov 14, 2006 19:54:50 GMT -5
" I wove hotroot soup!" Taggle said. (umm..uh.. get on messenger!lol)
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Nov 14, 2006 22:00:05 GMT -5
" Great lad! Then We'll let you make it!" he said and let the dibbun take the lead. Blade Slowed abit and talked to an otter named One-eye who was one of the holts cooks. " Hey mate...switch the hotroot with some habberath reddust... something tells me bit the look of his fur he's had it before...Somthin' tells me he's got some learning to do about Trick on elders...I dunno what tells me...but somthin' does..."
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Post by Taggle on Nov 14, 2006 22:12:08 GMT -5
It was mid-day, and Taggle was in charge of cooking the soup, with one-eye helping him. The step came to add the hotroot.. at least he thought it was hotroot. He added what the standard hotroot measurement was. One pawful. But before he did he asked one-eye " dis it 'otroot.. isn' it?" he waited and waited.. but recieved no answer. Taggle added one pawful ( dibbun paw) full of habberath and let it stew. he wold've tasted it in the pot, but it would have been bad manners.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Nov 14, 2006 22:23:01 GMT -5
" Foods Ready!!" Shouted One-eye 4 doesen otters rushed to the cooking pot with bowls at the ready. They start dipping thiers out greedly. Blade made sure taggle was watching before taking a sip. he ate a spoonful the Fell backwards over his log as if he had died from the spice. he began breathing Heavily.
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Post by Taggle on Nov 14, 2006 22:26:31 GMT -5
If the world would have ended right then Taggle wouldn;t have known. The one thing he tries to get right, and he kills somebeast?! He rushed over to the log where one-eye was sitting, thinking he actually was dead. Taggle's face became very pale.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Nov 14, 2006 22:31:24 GMT -5
One-eye Laughed. " Gahahaha!! Ye finaly did it mate! good job!haha!!! Iv gotten try some of that stuff! Gahahaha!!!" He said to the dibbun.
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Post by Taggle on Nov 14, 2006 22:34:05 GMT -5
Taggle looked suprised, then laughed with one-eye. If he had accidentally killed somebeast..but then again, Taggle didn't understand death. He was to young. " you weally wikes it?" he asked eagerly. Taggle always had liked to be in the kitchens, even if he did play a joke once in a while.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Nov 14, 2006 22:42:59 GMT -5
" Oh yes! " said One-eye to the dibbun. " However...ye Dont need to put so much hotroot in a Soup like that mate....I mean what if a older beast...like a old mouse got a-hold of it..Why he might just meet the gates 'e might." Blade sat up " Oh indeed lad."
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Post by Taggle on Nov 14, 2006 22:48:46 GMT -5
" how much shud's i be's puttin in?" He asked. Taggle wanted to learn how to make the perfect hotroot soup. AS the night drew on Taggle grew tireder.. and tireder..
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Nov 14, 2006 22:57:01 GMT -5
One eye though for a mounment." For an otter...id say about...eh...fourty pawfulls...for another beast....half a paw...." "One eye! Thats yer Stomach talkin'!You know its sixty!" "No No! its hundred and 2 fer the other!" Blade held up a paw of silence " As much as yer stomach can handle lad..." Blade leaned in close "Its ten pawfuls By the way..."
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Post by Taggle on Nov 15, 2006 14:09:19 GMT -5
"ten..pawfuls.." Taggle muttered, his eyes drooping. He grew tireder.. and tireder...
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Nov 15, 2006 16:01:37 GMT -5
" 'Ey! Looks like somebeast neeeds to hit the sack! You go to bed little 'un We'll wake ye in the morn'n." he said. Once the dibbun was asleep he picked him up and put him in a haversack type back and strapped it to his back. " Alright mates! Lets move!" Withen a meer seconds the band of otters left thier previous camp. These wernt just regular ol' otter...these otters hardly ever stopped moving! They hardly ever took breaks. If the did they would only grow more tired. However on certin occasions they would break for special events they would greow tired but would adapted to it. These were fast traveling ottersthey could cover miles and miles of land very quickly withen night they would nearly be to the sea.
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Post by Taggle on Nov 15, 2006 19:34:26 GMT -5
taggle was close to a nightmare. But then..Martin appeared. He spoke, his armor shiny and his sword in its sheath. " happiness can be brief, but it knows no bounds in the land of dreams. sleep on and I will show you." Then, Taggle was lifted up, and taken to his holt, before the vermin had attacked. Everyone was nice and kind to him, and his parents... his parents were alive again! Everything seemed perfect, and for a time, Taggle forgot all his worries.
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