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 Posted: Tue Nov 20, 2007 4:24 pm
 Name: Anaya Felgrove Age: 15-ish Speices: River Otter Born: Otter Platform Family: Mother, father, and a grandma. Occupation: Deckhand Personallity: Loyal and polite, will defend her friends and family at any cost. Some say she is too nice for her own good. Weapon: a pair of knives she calls Zephyos and Cyclos Backstory: Raised on Otter Platform. She was chosen by a prophet to accompany Forde, Abby, and Sasha to attack The Black Isle.
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 6:59 am
Abby was sitting atop of a sail pondering to herself.
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Posted: Wed Nov 21, 2007 4:08 pm
An Otter stepped out of the dockhouse, she looked at a peice of parchment in her hand.
"hmm, red sqirrel, halberd, medium build...." She ran up to Forde and Sasha.
"Ahoy there, are you Forde Ambertail?" She inquired?
Forde nodded his head, "Aye."
Anaya nodded. "And you must be Sasha Kolasthro, correct?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2007 6:19 am
Sasha cocked her eyebrows in a witty fashion, she now had some compotition "Ah yes and you must be the Felgrove girl." she smiled. Abby looked down at the three of them. She then shot an arrow attached to a rope at there feet and used her bow to slide down to the deck.
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2007 9:06 am
Anaya smiled, "Indeed, and you must be Abby."
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2007 11:17 am
Without even acknowloging the presence of the otter Abby walked on to the docks.
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2007 1:02 pm
"Withdrawn liddle thing, ain't she?" Whispered Anaya
Forde nodded, and said; "We best get to an inn for the night."
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2007 5:15 pm
Later that night while everyone was preparing for a good nights sleep Abby was becoming more restless. She was sitting atop the roof of the inn talking to someone. "What do you want?"
"bloood." it whispered in a raspy voice "fill the lake." Abby sighed and emraced the warmth of the night.
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Posted: Fri Nov 23, 2007 11:39 pm
"Alrighty, our Cheiftain wants to speak with you on the 'morow." Said Anaya.
Forde fluffed his pillows, saying; "Aye, I've heard legends on my island about great fighting beasts that can defeat the largest hordes single-handed. They called them 'Badgers'. They live at the Great Southern Isle in tribes, mayhaps we'll recruit some of them?"
Anaya shrugged, "All good ideas, let's sleep on it."
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 7:26 am
That morning there were reports of several townsfolk being killed. All of them were covered in blood and there was some splattered all over the walls. And there was a grim trail of it leading out of town.
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2007 5:29 pm
((how very dark.))
The mood was heavy on the way to the town's main keep. Otters were begining to distrust eachother, thinking they could be next.
Anaya led Forde to the Cheiftains office.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 1:38 pm
((why thank mrgreen you hi try wink ))
Sasha too had seem to have disappeared something was off.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 3:20 pm
The Cheiftain was an old Otter, his whiskers grey with age. But his wisdom vast.
He agreed to supply troops for an army, and even thought up a plan to get Martin's sword out of the sunken Redwall Abby.
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Posted: Mon Nov 26, 2007 3:25 pm
Sasha walked in limping and covered in blood "Forde its Abby somethings wrong my seal didn't work we are dealing with something beyond our power."
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Posted: Tue Nov 27, 2007 3:35 pm
Forde took his halberd and ran out of the hall, "I'm on it, where is she?"
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