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Post by Lisolette on Feb 2, 2010 10:20:09 GMT 5
Young Soiler, the iddy-bitty molebabe, was romping the orchards of Redwall Abbey with his adopted father, Foremole Rootarkin. They were having a wonderful time, playing silly games and taking a bite out of fallen fruit (which were washed in the Abbey Pond, of course), other dibbuns flocked around them. The Abbey Mother watched them happily, enjoying the break that Foremole had provided her. Suddenly, all of the dibbuns pounced on Rootarkin, acting as if he was a evil vermin warlord. Luaghing, the mole fell to his knees, begging the mischevious young'uns to not hurt him. They all giggled, and a young mouse said, "Heehee! We can't let yah' go for all dat meany stuffs ye did!" He chimed as he waved a stick in the air, pretending it was the mighty sword of Martin the Warrior. Foremole Rootarkin held his paws in-front of his face, "No! No, yah' brave and strong warriors! 'Ave mercy!!" The dibbuns giggled and began to poke Foremole playfully with sticks. "Never!!" A small squirrel-maid proclaimed, "We're never goin' to let scum like yah' go! Not wit'out a good lickin'!" The giggling erupted once more, and the Foremole had to bite his tongue not giggle with the scamps. "'Ey...Wait miwnute..." Said a mole-babe who had recently learned how to talk, "W'ere's Soywer?" A hedgehog blinked, "Soywer...?" The dibbuns slid off of Foremole, and the mole leader got on his feet. "'Ee means 'Soiler'." His beady eyes were enflamed with panic. The Abbey Mother ran up to the mole. "I'll go warn everybody that Soilers missing-" A rebellious mouse baby cut off the Mother, "Again!" She cuffed the babe on the ear before going back to Foremole Rootarkin. "As I was saying 'afore I was rudelly interrupted," The other dibbuns glared at the mouse-babe. "I'll go tell everyone I can see, accept for beasts who'll wanna hurt Soiler, of course, but while I do that, you and the dibbuns start searchin' for Soiler, understood?" They all nodded, and began the search for the young mole-babe called Soiler. (ooc: I'm sorry for the person who plays-or at least WANT to play the Abbey Mother. This'll probably be the last time I'll play the Abbey Mother without permission.)
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Post by Malum on Feb 12, 2010 2:00:13 GMT 5
Abbess Nutmeg ran out onto the scene, clutching her robe to prevent from falling. "O.K. We all need to search the abbey building, but I'll go with Foremole and his crew to search Mossflower." She said, looking at Foremole. "If that's ok with you..." She said. "Well, anyway, I'll search Mossflower, RIGHT after I change..." She ran up the abbey stairs, coming to a halt outside of her room. She brushed herself down, and opened the door. Nutmeg, smiled and ran over to her bed, croutching to look underneath it. Suddenly, she pulled out a piece of clothing. She held it up and brushed it off. It was a regular old tunic, with a belt of weapons attached to it. Nutmeg hugged it and quickly changed. As she walked out into the clearing of the Abbey Grounds, everyone stared at her, wondering where their Abbess had gotten WEAPONS... She walked over to Foremole, and spoke, "Well, we gotta find that Dibbun!"
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Post by Lisolette on Feb 12, 2010 6:33:37 GMT 5
A group of Redwallers ran with Abbess Nutmeg over to Foremole and the dibbuns. The group began to grow with every pawstep, and when the Abbess and the Redwallers reached to the mole leader, the group began to grow with letter the squirel leader pronounced, eager to help fund the young mole called Soiler.
Foremole was about to speak before Nutmeg ran into the Abbey to change. He turned to the group, and saw that it was still growing, so, for the new-comers, he repeated what the squirrel Abbess had called out. The group, Foremole, and the dibbuns spun around to see Abbess Nutmeg coming back...with weapons. The mole stared at the weapons, until the Abbess called out once more, then he snapped back into attention. "Err, roight!" Foremole Rootarkin tugged his snout at the Abbess. "Thankee, Abbess Nutmeg! Alroight, all of me moles come with me! Just as ye 'eard Abbess Nutmug said!"
And with that, Rootarkins crew (or should I say search party) began to march into Mossflower...
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Post by Malum on Feb 13, 2010 3:25:33 GMT 5
Nutmeg followed Formole out into Mossflower. She looked around her and spoke, "Well, I guess you're wondering why I have weapons, right? Well, before I became abbess, I was a traveler, from the abbey, and I WAS a, well, warrior technically, and when I became Abbess, I didn't want to throw all these memories away, so I hid them, for safe-keeping...."
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Post by Lisolette on Feb 13, 2010 3:50:06 GMT 5
Foremole Rootarkin eyed the young squirrel Abbess for a moment before speaking in his rustic mole speech. "Ye didn't have to tell me that, Abbess Nutmug. I wasn't judgin' ye or anythin' 'cuase ye 'ad weapons. It was probably a smart thing, if ye ask me!" The mole said with a respecful tug at the snout.
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Post by Malum on Feb 13, 2010 5:39:40 GMT 5
Nutmeg smiled at the Mole "No, no, no problem, I didn't think you were judging me, not at all! I just wanted to tell you, 'cause I guessed that you wanted to ask. So...Where are we going to search first? The Ford, St. Ninians, The River Moss..." She asked, trailing off....
OOC: Really though, where are we going to search first?
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Post by Lisolette on Feb 14, 2010 3:13:53 GMT 5
Foremole Rootarkin tapped his nose. "Urrm...'Ow 'bout the Ford? Soiler and oy went there the other day, and 'ee seemed to enjoy it very well..." The mole-leader said with a nod. -~*~- Soiler stood at the Ford, poking the wat with a stick. Oi'm gonna get Papa some noice rocks, oi is... The molebabe thought with a determine look in his young eyes. Little did he know that somebeast was watching them...
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Post by Malum on Feb 14, 2010 4:35:31 GMT 5
OOC: -Dun Dun Dun DUUUHHH- Who izzz it? Oh BTW I just noticed your location ;D Crackin' moi wip at Malum? Really? LOL That's funny ;D Abbess Nutmeg shook her head and launched herself into the trees, yelling as she leapt through them, "OK! I'll run there, to check it out, you guys follow closely!"
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Post by Lisolette on Feb 15, 2010 9:27:59 GMT 5
(ooc: You'll see. XD I'm glad you like it. *cracks wip at you* NOW GET BACK TO WORK, YOU LAZY SCUM!!!) BIC: Foremole Rootarkin tugged his snout at Abbess Nutmeg. "Yes, marm!" With a wave of his paw, he and his crew followed Nutmeg close behind, only ground, sense most moles don't like being in high places or in the water. -~*~- "Okee, 'ere's what I'll do..." Soiler muttered to himself as he drew random lines in the mud with a stick, as if they were very important plans. "And then, oi'll come back to this 'ere spot..." The molebabe said thoughtfully as he drew a squiggle in the mud. Then, a scent drifted his nose. It was an odd smell, something the molebabe had never smelled before, and he didn't particuallary like it. Soiler grabbed his nose and moaned slightly. "'Ucky smell!" He exclaimed as he backed into the shallows of the Ford. The darkness began to claim the baby mole, and the last thing he heard before he was completely drug was: "Flitchaye! Flitchaye! Flitchaye!"
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Post by Malum on Feb 15, 2010 23:09:53 GMT 5
OOC: OMG THEY TUK 'IM! ARRRGGGGHHHH! -launches self at the vermin, slaying them all, before remebering that they are made up of pixels and can come back to life, they all appear again- Nutmeg was whizzing through the trees, until she came to the ford. Yet, there was no one there. She stayed in the bushes surrounding it, staying hidden, just in case. Nutmeg waited for Foremole to appear.
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