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 Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 8:08 am
Hello! Welcome to our hall. The lanterns have been lit, the food has been spread, and the topics have been chosen. A weary traveler likeyou should have no problem enjoying youself. But first, we have some guidelines:
1. Follow guild rules and the TOS.
2. Using an accent or dialect is purely optional, but it's more fun if you do (the rules are typed without these so you understand them)
3. A little bit of action is allowed, but don't get too graphic... I just washed these floors. wink
4. Keep it PG-13 or under.
5. Baddies are allowed. Making trouble, however... just don't be too mean, kay?
6. You are RPING this happy little discussion. Remember that.
Got it? Good. Now, go have a seat, and we can begin...
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 8:10 am
Today's topic is...
In your opinion, what is the greatest Redwall battle ever fought?
(discussion topic by fmafreak94)
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 8:12 am
A short, dibbunish mouse stands up and says, "Issa 'sloding dibbun! Just likka badgamum sayed!"
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 11:51 am
It was me! ::Laughed a little voice as Faith came forward, the small abbess supported by one of her many staffs as always, looking round with her rose red eyes for any questioning eyes until finally the fox waved her arms out to simulate expanding as she burst into giggles again:: That's why I'm always bandaged up you know!
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 5:58 pm
From the other end of the table, a tall, red furred squirrel looks over at the others over a steaming hazelut pastie and a thick volume, squinting through a thick pair of spectacles. "Well," she begins, taking a bite of her pastie, "My personal theory is that is came from Mother Mellus, when she was butally stabbed to death by a searat on those very stairs... "
(The different colors denote different my character's actions, if it's confusing you)
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 12:23 am
::Faith seethed at such a statement just pushed out loud, and she inclined a nod to all the dibbuns there to try and direct the squirrel's attention to the present company...::
::When a paw clasped her ear, and the little abbess yelped, as Jasmine stood there, the elder fox in her more ornate habit shaking her head dismissively:: I believe it was a messy little dibbun, back from an excursion to the strawberry patch myself...
::Faith half-laughed, looking around for something to say in a situation like this many other abbesses ever seemed to end up in...:: An abbess steal from the strawberry patch, I don't think I've heard anything so absurd!
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Jen the Quiet Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 3:05 pm
((Jasmine, don't you sleep!?))
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 6:22 pm
The squirrel blushes and sticks her nose deeper into the book, hiding herself from further attention. "Just... a theory... Not as gorey as an exploding dibbun..."
(how can you tell a squirrel is blushing...?)
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 2:37 pm
A dibbun squeaked as he put in his belief. "Hurr, oi finks it be 'a grayt scuffin' harebeasty wot ate 'oo many brekkist an' spilled it all ova' da floir."
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 3:28 pm
((Fma, I am impressed by your molespeech. And that is how I know I am Redwall-addicted.))
First-class top-hole Long Patrol galloper Trypsilhie Teribelle glanced up, midway through the motion of stuffing another raspberry scone into her mouth. Daintily, of course, for she was a haremaid, not some great strapping gluttonish bounder. "Hahaha, scuffin' harebeasty yourself, dear dibbun m' lad. Maybe it was some little creature, pinchin' some strawberry fizz from the cellars! Dibbuns love that scoff, wot, ha!" She smiled cheekily, winked, and finished off her scone.
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 4:14 pm
((thank you, im kind of new to rping so i might not be the best but im glad that you like my molespeech, and good ...harespeech or whatever you call it.))
The same dibbun who had offended Trysilhie Teribelle, whose name was Waghu, spoke up once again, trying to defend his statement. "Well, 'is not moi fauylt dat yoor harebeasty frens make Wredwa look so glutoinusy, burr." Waghu thought that this comeback wasn't so impressive, so he made another remark. "Wew, A an' C da F an J to 'ee, miss hareybeastyglutoinusy." This statement satisfied him.
((ok sorry that was pretty bad molespeech sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 6:28 pm
The squirrel (her name is Sirif) looks quizzically at the hare. "But isn't the spot red? Strawberry fizz is pink, is it not?"
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Posted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 7:27 am
A hush went over the room. An abnormaly large dibbun stood up on his chair. "Da skerl is right, me finks!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 9:27 am
Trypsilhie paused, paw on a pastie this time, and glanced between Mirin and the dibbuns. "Cheeky lot, you dibbuns, wot? And, mayhap it is... Been an absolute age since I've bally well drank some - can we fix that? Beaker o' fizz this way, wot, thirsty debater needin' sustanance!" The haremaid nibbled her pastie. "Mayhap the jolly old badgermum's right, wot? Dibbuns exploding and whatnot, hahaha!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 28, 2007 9:39 am
The very old but great Abbot Rockbeam (who was a squirrel) quickly stopped the arguement, "That's enough, I should think. Now's a good time for some music, I suppose? I think we have some very special singers tonight." About a dozen dibbuns ran into the room and jumped onto a vacant table. "Weez be a singin," yelled a leveret. The young creatures began their song (which was more like an off-key one.)
We play all day and sleep all night
but we neva getta go outside to fight
we would preten to be squashbukkalers
riding da waves of the sea
but den da badja mummy come out
and she tell us iz time for tea
one day afore we preten to be vermin
we wanted to 'tack da abbey
but who should come ou'?
da fat abbot with alla his stomach flabby
we play all day and sleep all night
but we neva getta go outside to fight
((im sorry that was really bad))
Every single beast stood up and chered.
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