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 Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2007 7:58 pm
Abby (Last name is uknown)
Species: Mouse
Place of Origin: A far off island (that I made up) known as Millenia
Family: beleved to have a ferret brother
Occupation: Mercenary
Description: Violet eyes and Light tan fur with a grotesque flower emblazoned on her back. Bandages on her left arm and a torn violet habit.
Personality: She is quiet and to herself despite her quick temper and impatients "Damn Bassdards!" *Irish accent*
Weapon of Choice: The infamous sword of her home island, sheild, and a
History: Cursed by the rare Millenian rose Abby has been condemned to an eternity of suffeering. Every new moon the mark of the curse, which is the flower on her back, spreads throughout her body causing excrutiating pain. The pain is followed up an irresistable lust for blood. She has left her island on a raft in despair. Abby is then swept into a fast moving and crash land in front of an omenous quarry.
NOTE: on the borderline of good and evil. can go either way
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*Mind if I join*
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Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2007 8:14 pm
((Sure, as long as your not a squirrel, we already have two.))
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 12:13 pm
*Awesome just let me know how I should start*
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 1:18 pm
((Start now, I'm bored.))
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 3:36 pm
((A...vampire...mouse. Well, that's pretty original. Cool! I like it!))
After finishing my tasty snack, I set my boat in a southernly direction andwrestled out my sail again. By this time the wind had abated a bit, so it wsan't so hard to control my boat. Foam surged across the boat as my boat cut through the water, leaving a trail of bubbles in my wake.
I'm... starting to get some sort of hang of this. I thought, the wind rustling around my fur and sending my tail fluttering. It was pretty exhilerating, especially for someone who spent their childhood only reading of these sorts of adventures.
However, I must have been blown North the night before, because I saw Norfedal rising out of the waves as I passed it again. I wordlessly waved the the antlike figures on the beach, all marching up and down with sticks, preparing for the war that crusty old prophet had been going on about.
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 5:09 pm
Forde sailed the seas well into the night. Passing many other boats until reaching Norfedal, Where he would purchase supplies to get to Otter Platform and The Southern Cliffs.
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 8:02 pm
"Where the hell am I?" Abby coughed as she woke up on shore. Wiping vomet from her mouth she looked up and saw a huge moon that was in its quarter phase in the night sky. "Damn." she said aloud "I haven't got much time before-". Before she could finish her sentence she found herself fixated on a boat in the distance.
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 8:10 pm
((Oh sh*t))
Forde continued to sail east to Norfedal, not noticing the mousemaid watching intently from some rocks.
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 8:20 pm
Abby covered her head with the hood of her torn habit still concentrating on the boat. "I'd better get that ships attention or i'll be stuck here for a while." She then started waving her arms wildly in the twighlight hoping the ship could see her.
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 8:51 pm
Suddenly, Forde noticed that a figure was waving to him in the rocks, he stopped and pulled out his telescope. It was a light-tan mousemaid.
Seeing a chance to do his first heroic deed, Forde turned in her direction
"'Hoy marm, I'll save you!"
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 8:58 pm
"Wow the ship is actually coming this way." she said as she gathered up her weapons. She waited eagerly to board the oncoming ship
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 9:02 pm
"Good evening m'lady" Said Forde as polite as he could, "Where you be heading tonight?"
((Last post for tonight, sorry))
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2007 9:05 pm
"Anywhere but this dank hellhole." Abby remmarked in a sassy tone as she boarded the ship.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2007 8:14 am
Now that I had put some distance between the island an myself, I looked back at the paw-sized blot in the distance. The moon, which wsa relatively bright, gave me one last look at the place where I grew up; once a peaceful isle, soon to be a warbase. I spat into the waves alongside of my boat and continued forward torwards a small isle, not much bigger than fifty paws across. Well, it was an isand, and an island was what I needed.
When I arrived, I carefully slowed my boat and tied it to a handy spire of rock. I then took a blanket from the cabin closet and stepped carefully onto the isand. It looked... relatively safe. Just as long as no one tried to jump me in the night. Just to be safe, I went back on the boat, set my blanket on the deck and curled up to try and catch a bit of sleep.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2007 11:50 am
"I'm headed to Norfedal, I'll drop you off there, is that alright?"
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