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Post by Taggle on Jan 13, 2007 22:26:19 GMT -5
"oh yea?" he asked, subtly getting ever closer to his haversack. " wot if its a trick, and while he's runnin away with Taggle, we're sittin here like knots on a log, eh?!" he asked, stated, starting to get dizzy. " stop that!" he added.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Jan 13, 2007 22:30:48 GMT -5
Blade gave one last hefty kick sending Rillbrooks face to the cold cave floor. " Wasat? 'Eh? " he said looking around.
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Post by Taggle on Jan 13, 2007 22:34:17 GMT -5
" you were... making me.. dizzy." he said from the floor. He was in the perfect position. His paw was right next to the haversack. He quickly reached in, rummaging around. There was an almost desperate look on his face. Or maybe determanation.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Jan 13, 2007 22:36:24 GMT -5
Suddenly the haversack was kicked away from the otter's face(Since it was the only thing he could reach in with) by One-eye. " You say somthin' Blade?" he asked
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Post by Taggle on Jan 13, 2007 22:47:29 GMT -5
" my alcohol... is in that bag. It's not normal either. It has herbs in it....herbs that i need, or i might not be completley sane, got it?" Rillbrook said, his eyes challenging One-eye. Tied or untied... he was a dangerous beast!
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Jan 13, 2007 23:49:36 GMT -5
" To late fer that..." said one-eye. One-eye reached inot the haversack and pulled out the bottle of alcohol opened it and put it in front of him. " Well Matey....I think we should stay here...not that i need yer permission....or that you have any reall say in it as of now..." he smiled.
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Post by Taggle on Jan 13, 2007 23:54:13 GMT -5
" I dont have say in your holt true... but i have a say in my body." he said, and leaned over. grasping the alcohol with his teeth, and drinking it. He sat there for a minute. Then he seemed to exhale deeply, The rope sliding off of his body. He got up with almost eye bluring speed. Within moments, he was leaning against the wall beside Blade, with his Javelin in hand, where it had been laying near him.
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Post by Danarth Torlrak on Jan 13, 2007 23:58:02 GMT -5
After a few hours it had begun to rain on the stones of Castle floret. It was growing ever so coulder as Decay sat in his tent. He stepped outside with his hammer strapped to his back. It had Actually began to snow. and it was coverinmg the ground quite well. He peeked inside taggle tent with a torch and some logs and placed them on the cold stone floor and built a fire for him. He knew the dibbun was getting hungry so he brought him some eatible herbs. Before the snow had stop would stop they will have all been destroyed by the cold. " I think Its time we begin disccussing plans..." Decay said handing him the herbs.
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Post by Taggle on Jan 14, 2007 0:03:49 GMT -5
" wike what?" the otterbabe asked, looking at him. Almost the exact same way Rillbrook had looked at him. He ate the herbs gratefully, grimacing at their taste. "yuck! tastes nasty!" he said, shivering a little.
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Post by Danarth Torlrak on Jan 14, 2007 0:09:19 GMT -5
Decayed looked at the dibbun with an almost smile. " Iv Spoken with Danarth...you going to be his...personal Servant..." he said standing up and walking out the tent's door. He gathered he things and began walking to the Cave again.
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Post by Taggle on Jan 14, 2007 0:13:58 GMT -5
Taggles eyes went wide with disbelief. "w...whas a ser'ant?" he asked, having the feeling he already knew the answer. He hoped fervently someone, anyone would come. Irvine even. Maybe Papa.... he thought of Papa, his face, his voice. If he even was alive.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Jan 14, 2007 0:14:27 GMT -5
Suddenly another iron skillet flew at Rillbrooks face knocking him uncounsious again. He was tied up and was hung on the ships side and also placed in the fishing nets which were edging the water.
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Post by Taggle on Jan 14, 2007 0:19:21 GMT -5
Rillbrook awoke, and looked over at Blade. This time he did not laugh. He growled gutrally, like a wounded animal. His eyes were stone cold. Rillbrook struggled wildly in his bonds, unable to escape. He was seeing red, anger beyond words, as the blood from his forehead slowly trickled down, sealing across his mouth.
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Post by Skipper of Sea Otters on Jan 14, 2007 0:25:53 GMT -5
" Now Iv told ye once matey...And I'll tell ye again...Yor' in tha' presence of The Skipper's Holt....and You'll learn some Respect for yer elders...When we tell ye somthin' you do it! When I say Jump you ask How high?! Dont try to escape cuase its Useless...Now Im gonna leave you here Until you learn to Calm yerslef down and stop actin' all Jittery! It aint Takin you anywhere! its only Cuasing more pain! Now calm down!" Shouted blade. Blade meant everyword and he'd stand by it to the death. He wouldnt have anybeast disrespecting his elders. He walked off saying "And Until you can tell me what youv learned you aint leavin' that spot."
Several otter were palced on the ship with javelins to guard him.
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Post by Taggle on Jan 14, 2007 0:32:34 GMT -5
One of the denser otter guards tried to tease Rillbrook...bad mistake. He leapt up, biting the hapless otters paw hard. Another one smashed him in the back of the head with the butt of his Javelin, laying him senseless. They stood aghast. " no wonder e's wild....look at 'is ead, mates!" one whispered. The back of his head had a sizeable damp red spot on it. Blood. The skillet and Javelin had hit his skull hard, making the herbs in the alcohol useless, rendering Rillbrook temporarily insane. Even knocked out, the aolescent otter had his teeth bared, ready to protect himself....or try. Which, he could not do unconscious.
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