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Post by Lisolette on Mar 2, 2010 7:23:09 GMT 5
Foremole Rootarkin glanced at Inion, "Urm, Soiler'z not far from 'ere, and Redwall...well...yer IN it! Y'see..."
Soiler, after rubbing his rump until the sting ebbed away, came waddling in, "Redwall Abbey's dee bestest Abbey ever. It 'as become well-known, and it was founded by Marthin the Warrior. It's first leader was Abbess Germaine, and afore Redwall there was a 'orrible Wildcat tyrant called Tsarmina, but Marthen slayed 'err with 'is big sword!" Soiler made a slashing action in the air, as if he was holding a sword, "And then Redwall Abbey's south wall was built over a tower of Kotir-which was Tsarmina's castle until it was destroyed by a cattle-pulter, slung by me ancestor, Foremole Dinny, who'm werz currently knownz as Young Dinny at dee toime-and the sunken tower was discovered by Abbess Tansy, the current Foremole then, and Shad the otter. Along with all dis 'istory, Redwall Abbey 'as also been part of other tings, too!" The molebabe said with a thoughtful nod.
Rootarkin silently chuckled, "Weel, dat pretty much sums eet up!" He went over to pick up his adopted son.
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Post by phrostphyre on Mar 2, 2010 7:25:20 GMT 5
"Och, Ai see." Which masked the fact that Convel didn't really see. Ignoring the pain in his shoulder, he sat up and glanced at the tapestry.
"That mouse. Who is he?"
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Post by Malum on Mar 3, 2010 2:15:28 GMT 5
Abbess Nutmeg started to answer.
"Why, that is-"
Suddenly, Sir Chewy cut in.
"Martin the Warrior...The founder of our Abbey, and the original owner of this blade." He said, un-sheathing the sword, as it shone in the light.
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Post by phrostphyre on Mar 3, 2010 4:53:46 GMT 5
Ignoring the gleaming blade, Convel stared at Martin. That wee mousie... Why do I get the feeling that I know him?
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Post by Lisolette on Mar 5, 2010 5:52:24 GMT 5
Soiler didn't like Convel not looking at the blade. No one ignored Martin's sword. "Lookie!" He ordered, jumping up to Convels head and attempting to push it over to face the gleaming sword. "Lookie! Lookie!"
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Post by phrostphyre on Mar 6, 2010 3:01:35 GMT 5
"Ai will nae look at the sword if Ai dinnae want tae laddie." Convel spoke in a voice that wasn't his, a low, angry threatening one. Wiggling one of his ears at the mole-babe, to show he wasn't that angry, Convel continued staring at Martin the Warrior.
"The fighting sheen of it,
The yellow, the green of it,
The white, the blue of it,
The swing, the hue of it,
The dark, the red of it,
Every thread of it! The fair have sighed for it,
The brave have died for it,
Foebeasts sought for it,
Heroes fought for it,
Honor the name of it,
Drink to the fame of it—
The Tartan!"
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Post by Lisolette on Mar 6, 2010 7:46:45 GMT 5
Soiler huffed. "Stop yer singin' and lookie at it!" The molebabe insisted as he began again to push Convels head over to Martin's sword.
"Soiler!" Foremole cried and tried to reach for him, but Convel was to tall for him to grab Soiler.
"Lookee! Lookee! Lookee!" Soiler grumbled, beginning to slap Convel then push. "LOOKEE! LOOKEE! LOOKEE!"
Oh, no! Rootarkin thought, he's going to throw a toddler tantrum!
(ooc:
Toddler Tantrum- The most feared tantrum to ever creep the darkest shadows of the Earth...XD)
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Post by phrostphyre on Mar 6, 2010 8:07:08 GMT 5
"AI WILL NAE LOOK AT THE SWORD!" Growling like a thunderstorm, Convel showed his very large fangs and rolled over to sleep.
~*~
Inion watched Soiler and Convel go at it, and hoped neither of them got hurt, because, after all, Convel did have a nice tail that looked great poking out from under a kilt. And Soiler was a Dibbun, wasn't he?
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Post by Lisolette on Mar 8, 2010 0:48:03 GMT 5
Soiler made a pitiful attempt to growl like Convel. "YE WILL LOOKIE AT ET, ZURR CONVEL!" The molebabe screamed pounding his tiny fists at the wolf.
Now, with Convel curled up, Foremole was able to grab the screaming Soiler. "Stop it, Soiler!" Rootarkin ordered in a surprisingly ungentle tone. Being an obiedient Dibbun, Soiler went quite, but his little body angrily quivering told everybeast that he was still angry and to continue his fit. "Yer gittin' a time-out fer bein' rude to zurr Convel!" Foremole Rootarkin chided the young mole.
"But 'ee nay lookie at the sword..." Soiler whispered, his fists shaking with rage.
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Post by phrostphyre on Mar 8, 2010 7:39:56 GMT 5
Ignoring everything around him and the fact that he was in front of everybeast, Convel slid into the black depths that were sleep and unconsciousness.
~*~
Opening his eyes, Convel appeared to be standing in front of his father in their castle.
"Hello, Da."
~*~
What is that wolf made of, steel? Ironwolf or something! He doesn't even flinch when getting wounded, and he can sleep while there's a screaming babe around. Convel must be made of something really strong. Inion Accalia was intrigued by the wolf that killed with thought, could get his stomach slashed open and not feel a thing, and sleep while being hit by and screamed at by a babe. What's he made of?
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