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 Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 7:43 pm
Hello, friends. Welcome to Redwall Abbey. Have you yet heard of the treasure hunt about to start?
No? Well, maybe I should start from the beginning, then.
A recently discovered tome of riddles and maps has set all everybeast in an uproar. After many arguements about opening it, brave Brother Arnold, our aged recorder, sat down in his study for three days straight, only pausing to eat and drink the meals we had to convince him to eat. When he finally emerged, he held two things; the book and a piece of parchment covered in sketchy lines and a strange set of wiggling lines marked, "The Tunnels of the Bird Siege" ((I know it's cheesy. Relax.)). After showing us the paper and the poem on it, he retired to the gatehouse to sleep.
The poem, read by the excited creatures, was as follows,
"Ye who seek the treasure of old searat tales,
Listen to this poem and be sure to watch your tails,
For in the tunnels lie a great treasre to behold,
A great object with numerous powers untold,
But there is a caution to you, quester,
And beware of what you may pester,
Do not wake the guardians with their claws or snares or teeth,
Or you will not escape the Horror that lies beneath..."
And, as would be expected, several young creatures raised their paws and shouted Redwallian warcries and whatnot.
They will be leaving tomorrow morning to delve in the darkness. Will you?
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Alright. SOMEONE had to start an RP, to liven this forum up. wink
Now. Just some precautions. This might get a little out of average Rewallian standards. I also expect it to be at least a little scary, but not too scary. We're gonna get jumped by monsters. Maybe. I also don't really know what the guardians/treasure is yet. We shall find out when we get there.
If the guild mods want to shut this down because it's not true enough to Redwall, I will understand...
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We are starting the night before the explorers leave. I would advise joining before we leave... I wouldn't want to venture into the tunnels alone O_O
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Profiles: (you can use other characters, or write ones specifically for this RP)
Username: Firinafel
Name: Purff Grubben
Species: Hedgehog
Age: the hedgehog equivalent of 13
Appearence: Looks pretty much like any other hedgehog; dark spikes, light peach fur, and dark brown eyes. She wears a dress or a tunic, depending on her mood.
History: Grew up in a relatively uneventful life at Redwall.
Personality: Optimistic, bright and talkative most of the time, but can sometimes get moody and quiet. She is shy with really tall people.
Weapon: None
Broadstripe Swordpoint
Age: 32
Sex: Male
Species: badger
Place of Origin: southlands
Family: unknown
Occupation: wandering warrior/soldier for hire.
Description: typical badger colors/dyes his stripe a deep blue, blue eyes. he wears a simple brown tunic, with a brown cord tied about his waste. on his back is a strap for his sword and shield. upon his head he wears a simple dome shaped helm with chain mail coif underneath.
Personality: quiet, thinking.
History: He was raised by his mother in the southern forests, for his father left home to wander when he was young. He left when he was 18 to wander the world, earing his keep by fighting as a mercenary. He wields an odd sort of. flamberge, it's blade 2 dock leaves wide. He also carries a large circular shield that he uses on enemies "not worthy of his blade."
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Err... have fun?
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 7:47 pm
Purff yawned and munched on her oatfarl. Dinner was begginning to slow down, and she watched the other Redwallers at the table. She wondered who else was going down into the tunnels.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 3:55 pm
((Sounds intruiging. ^^ I'll use Shioukin; her info is in the Characters Thread, but if you'd rather I posted it here, just let me know. This IS taking place inside Redwall, right?))
Shioukin Brushtail fiddled with the remains of an oatcake she had been absentmindedly munching on. She heard snatches of conversation all around her about the poem and the treasure. She had been intrigued at first, more about the meaning of the poem than any treasure, but after what seemed like an eternity of hearing nothing else, she had grown tired of it and visibly cringed whenever she heard more talk of it. But it continued to stick in her mind, like a stubborn burr on her tail. She sighed and looked down at her oatcake. Deep down she did want to go, but even for her age she was no fighter, and she didn't consider herself all that clever. What help could she possibly be?
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 5:22 pm
Purff finished her meal and watched a pair of dibbuns throwning cream at each other. Nobody else noticed, though. There were plans to be made, like what kind of read they would pack and if their parents would let them go and if they could take the sword of Martin and such nonsense.
The glory of the hunt will probably end up with some random orphan mouse, Purff thought, balancing her spoon on the end of her snout. But I will be getting out of a week of abbey school, so I suppose it will be fun, all the same.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2007 5:42 pm
((Yay! Time to take out my shiny new RP character! She's in the character thread thing.))
Rose looked around at everyone who was excited about this big adventure. She pushed away her plate, thinking how much of a fool everyone was being. The poem had warned them of monsters, and some didn't care, too blinded by the thought of a great treasure. Rose was only going to protect anyone else who was going, probably being the only redwaller who knew anything about fighting. She quietly excused herself and went upstairs to prepare for the big adventure to come.
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Posted: Tue Aug 21, 2007 11:34 am
((hmm, this sounds like fun! I'll use... Meliaur, the otter. He's on the charrie thread also, page 5. May I have permission to double? It's always fun to play the two together.))
Meliaur sighed, a bit disappointed. Was he to be the oldest and most experienced on the expedition? He was good with weapons, yes, but if he had to defend the other questers...
"Heavens help us," he murmered to his plate. Rose, the squirrel, knew what she was doing. She could handle a weapon. He prodded the food without an appetite. He wondered where Rosi was. She never seemed to be willing to pass up food. Come to think of it, he hadn't seen her all day... May's forehead creased in a frown. I hope nothing bad has happened to her, he thought.
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2007 8:29 pm
The spoon on the end of Purff's snout fell to her empty plate with a clatter. She took this (and the fact that the table was rapidly becomming a debate-style battleground over who would be the most worthy carrier of Martin's blade) as a sign that it was time to go pack. She excused herself quietly and dashed up to her dormitory.
When she reached her bed, she swiftly ducked under it and scrabbled underneath for the bag she had made during the spinning unit of Abbey school a season or so ago. It was spun from a dark blue thread and was about as long as her forearm and about half three quarters as wide. She carefully undid the drawstrings and poured out the bits of parchment and sticky old candied chestnuts from school into an untidy heap on the floor. Purff kicked all this under the bed and went over to her bedside cabinet and riffled through it, trying to decide what would come in useful for dungeon delving. A stick? No. How about a carved comb? Maybe. What about a thin strand of rope? Yeah, I might need that... Woah! is THAT where I hid that crystalized strawberry? Eww, it's got hair on it...
Once she had a satisfactory grouping of things in her bag, she opened up the clothing drawer and picked out her other tunic to wear, and gently draped it over the bedpost.
Purff then sat down on her bed to watch the trickle of beasts from dinner begin to come upstairs. Tomorrow was going to be the best.
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Posted: Sat Sep 15, 2007 5:54 pm
Meliaur sighed. Conversation had taken a turn for the worse, not even worth listening to, much less taking part in. He rose to his full height, above all but but a badger. Casting his eyes about the Hall, and still seing nothing of Rosi, he went into the kitchens, carrying his barely used plate. He really wasn't very hungry. He set it down on the counter, smiling at the workers, then retreated to the dormitories.
May tucked his well-used sling into his belt and added some stones to the pouch he wore at his side. He came across a carved rose, made of a pinkish stone - quartz, Rosi had called it - that she had made for him when they had just met.
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Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2007 2:37 pm
Name: Samson "Smudge" Weiss
age: 15 1/2
Gender: male
Species: racoon
place of origin: Isene
Family: none
Occupation: mercenary
Description: short raccoon with a dark Brown coat and a black mask with tatoos all over his body wears a red open vest and white bandana on his head and a scarf oround his neck and a Glass eye
Weapon of choice: sword and staff
Personality: cocky kid who knows way too much for his age in outgoing and tries too hard too impress
history: Ran away from home to escape his duties as the next king has befriended Auron after he saved his village from a Viper.
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A racoon aimlessly wanders in the distance.
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