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Post by Silas on Jan 12, 2007 16:33:08 GMT -5
** well, I think he's doing something else. might delay the story. Hadn't had a chance to fix my MSN thingy. won't let me log on b/c of a "Temporary Server error" or W/e.**
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Post by Rakko, Brink, Serval, Soubi on Jan 12, 2007 18:35:21 GMT -5
**He?**
Rakko gladly took some of the food and tasted it then smiled. "Mmm! This is good matie! Well 'ave to bring back the recibie for our Frair!" He eat the rest quickly.
The Abbess smiled as she watched Rakko. "Yes, we will." She turned suddenly to Dwopple as a thought struck her. "Young one, Where did you come from? We certenly haven't seen you around in the forest before."
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Post by Silas on Jan 12, 2007 19:27:53 GMT -5
** hmm, well, how should I know what your gender is?**
Silas poured himself another beaker of Strawberry cordial, looking through the liquid, which transported his mind far away as the abbess questioned the young mouse.
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Post by Taggle on Jan 12, 2007 19:30:35 GMT -5
Dwopple thought for a moment, his glass perched precariously on the edge of the table. " da norflands!" he replied. " was vewwy vewwy cold....not awot a trees... or fruit!" he said, explaining eagerly to the Abbess.
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Post by Silas on Jan 12, 2007 19:35:45 GMT -5
"The northlands? That's a pretty hard place there..." Silas responded absentmindedly.
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Post by Rakko, Brink, Serval, Soubi on Jan 12, 2007 21:01:34 GMT -5
"It is." The Abbess looked down at the young mouse affevtionatly*SP?* "How did you get all the way out here from way up there?"
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Post by Taggle on Jan 12, 2007 21:12:08 GMT -5
" da ship....." the mousebabe said, becoming distant. The scene rolled through his mind. The ship, the storm, the mast.......he shivered. " never go back dere.....never!"
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Post by Rakko, Brink, Serval, Soubi on Jan 12, 2007 21:13:49 GMT -5
"Ssh. it's ok. You can live with us, you wont have to go back there if you don't want to. But, it would help if you could give us some more information. You lived my the sea yes? Whith your parrents?"
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Post by Taggle on Jan 12, 2007 21:28:26 GMT -5
"yea. in a viwwage. Lossa water....da snow. It was so cold..." he said, describng it to her. " but den dey came....da vermin. A hooj ship, lossa oars.... Papa was gone. Mama laid down.... she wouldn't wake up." he said, seeing their small hut in his minds eye. It was a humble dwelling, the basic neccities(sp?) and prescious little else. The vermin came, and massacred the entire town by the seaside. Only Dwopple survived, who was taken aboard their ship as a slave.
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Post by Rakko, Brink, Serval, Soubi on Jan 12, 2007 21:36:48 GMT -5
The Abbess held back small tears as she saw the fear in Dwopple's eyes as he remembered what had happned. "Its ok, thats quite enough. You don't have to keep talking about it if you wish. how about somthing fun...Um, whats your favorite food. You can have it the minute we get back to the Abbey!"
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Post by Taggle on Jan 12, 2007 22:26:42 GMT -5
"umm...." the mousebabe thought for a moment. " doesn't gots no favowite foods." he said softly. The village.... food had been scarce. Very scarce. Looking closely, it was apparent the dibbun was very skinny.
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Post by Silas on Jan 12, 2007 23:30:18 GMT -5
"Oh yes, I've almost forgotten!" Silas suddenly burst out. "I'll go get that book about Martin." He went swiftly back into his log cabin to search for the tome.
He came back with what appeared to be a yellowed journal, with words imprinted on the cover. "Noonvale History, Volume IV" He flipped through the pages until He stopped around midway in the book, and coughed at the dust coming out of the pages. "Here, it starts telling of Martin's story."
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Post by Rakko, Brink, Serval, Soubi on Jan 13, 2007 11:14:21 GMT -5
Soubi took the book greatfuly and started to read as Serval questioned Dwopple. "Aww. Well we'll make sure you have a favorite food before your another seaason old. How old are you anyway?" Rakko looked in the pot for more food.
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Post by Taggle on Jan 13, 2007 13:13:27 GMT -5
"dis many!" Dwopple said, holding up three small fingers. He looked over at the book. "whas noonvale?" he asked, coughing from the dust the book was emitting.
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Post by Silas on Jan 13, 2007 13:41:17 GMT -5
The squirrel sighed, his voice downcast. "Noonvale was my home. My story was not unlike yours." Through his mind flashed images of screaming woodlanders as a mob of vermin swarmed over them. Houses flared and burnt all around him. He hid behind a tree and watched as a mouse stumbled out of one house with a spear impaling him. He fell to the ground, blood gushing from his wound. "We never stood a chance." His reverie continues, with a laughing fox flanked by a muscular weasel and a sinuous ferret. the fox's arm was wrapped around a hostage. His mother's tear-stained face stared helplessly back at him, while his father was similarly seized by the mob, still fighting. Silas clenched his fists in anger.
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