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Knock-knocken on ee gaters!; Et's cold out yurr.....
Topic Started: Oct 22 2008, 04:58 PM (139 Views)
Lorna Thumbleburr	Oct 22 2008, 04:58 PM Post #1
Level One Poster Posts: 37 Group: Unassigned Member #84 Joined: October 22, 2008	"Chesker-nutters, cakes'n flan. Wine'n ale, drinkup oi can! Sloice o'cheese, bowl o'stew, A tray fer me, an' crumbs fer yew! Grab ett now, lots o'scoff, Never, never - 'tis not enuff!" A rustic voice rang out, jarring horribly with the tranquil day. A rotund mole in her early middle seasons was making her way slowly across the plains toward the fort in the distance. She traveled alone, with only a rucksack and a small, stout walking stick for company. Perhaps this lack of journeying companion explained the horrible verses she made up as she went along. Most of them were about food. Lorna trundled up to the gates of Black Arch Fort. This was where the path ends, and the journey starts. Or so they say. She pulled her tunic tighter around her neck, and frowned as the autumn wind ruffled her fur. It was cold for early autumn. Colder here than it had been in Mossflower. Maybe wandering north had been a bad idea. The mole withdrew one paw from her fuzzy front pocket, and rapped soundly on the gates. Between her stout arms and her fistfull of digging claws, the sound was unexpectedly loud. Lorna squinted her eyes as she looked upwards. "Oi, oo bees in charge o'yon gaters? Ee best be lettin' oi in afore moi bones get gurtly frozed. Et's cold out yurr!"
	"We all urr wurms, but oi do burlieve oi'm a glow wurm." (amended from Winston Churchill.) :-:Biography:-:


Teltoli Riverbuck	Oct 22 2008, 10:50 PM Post #2
Gatekeeper Posts: 331 Group: South Tower Commander Member #23 Joined: January 19, 2008	The autumn winds ruffled the headfur of another creature aside form the mole. Teltoli Rifflaipn Riverbuck was patrolling the wall tops. The hare was in a particularly jovial mood, making up verses and singing lustily to himself. Oh Hi never met a puddin' that I didn't like Or a salad that could keep me down Just thrust in yer fork old boy And swallow once or twice Yer the best scoffer ever seen a'fore in this town Pass me a pastie toss me a roll Chuck me some pie if you please Move me a morsel of somethin' good 'n sweet 'N paw me ovah a wedge 'o summah cheese Oh Hi never met a supper that Hi couldn't sup Or a let a cup o tea turn cold Just scoop up yer spoon 'ol boy 'N pass me a bowl Let me scoff that bread a'fore it starts to mold Pass me a pastie toss me a roll Chuck me some pie if you please Move me a morsel of somethin' good 'n sweet 'N paw me ovah a wedge 'o summah cheese As the ruddy hare continued his verses having to do with his favorite pass time he pulled three scones from his deep trouser pockets and began to juggle them. After tossing them high he caught one in his mouth, one in his right paw, and went for one in his left. That scone however bounced off his paw and flew over the wall top directly above the mole madi's head. "Look out below! Bally scone on the fly wot wot!" Tel scooted the edge and looked down just in time to see the mole and the scone coming right at her... Edited by Teltoli Riverbuck, Oct 22 2008, 10:51 PM.
	Teltoli Rifflappin Riverbuck South Tower Commander and official Gate Keeper of Black Arch Fort Rayden Sharptalon South Tower Air Division Captain


Lorna Thumbleburr	Oct 23 2008, 10:18 AM Post #3
Level One Poster Posts: 37 Group: Unassigned Member #84 Joined: October 22, 2008	Lorna heard the holler from up above. "Bally scone on the fly wot wot!" Scones? Flying scones? Must be some sort of local delicacy. She'd heard of hot thrown rolls, but never hot flying scones. Mmmm. As soon as she got inside, she'd have to try and snag a few. But wait, could he have meant - THUNK. Too late. The scone landed squarely between Lorna's ears. Her eyes narrowed fiercely, and she slowly turned her gaze upward. She snagged the morsel from the ground and then brought her clawed paws to her hips. "Burr..... you'm could've tolden oi zooner bout yore defense tack-tickers! Oi've 'eard tell 'bout gurt ole castles loik yores, but nobeasters never told oi 'bout 'ee wastin' of vittles! 'Tis shameful." She paused for a second, and caught a glimpse of a lanky frame with upright ears. A hare, no less! Well then. "Hmph! An' 'ee bees an 'Arebeaster, boi ecky! Yer koind's s'posed t'be usin' zords, lancers, an' bows wid arrers. Not tasty lil' sconers. Allus thinked 'ee badgers taughted yon 'arebeasters better 'n such." Truth be told, she really knew very little about badgers. Or guards, or "castles", for that matter. However, she'd heard lots of stories - which must be true, right? Her lecture complete, she scooped the scone into her mouth. Delicious! Forgiveness was granted. Now, to see about gaining entry. "Zurr, 'tain't gettin' warmer down yurr. Oi'd gurtly 'preciate gettin' let into ee castle."
	"We all urr wurms, but oi do burlieve oi'm a glow wurm." (amended from Winston Churchill.) :-:Biography:-:


Teltoli Riverbuck	Oct 23 2008, 11:54 AM Post #4
Gatekeeper Posts: 331 Group: South Tower Commander Member #23 Joined: January 19, 2008	His warning went heeded but not until too late. Tel watched in dismay as his scone knocked the mole maid square on the noggin. His ears quivered in slight embarrassment as he leaned out over the parapet. "Hi say! Jolly sorry miss? Are yeh alright wot?" Hmph! An' 'ee bees an 'Arebeaster, boi ecky! Yer koind's s'posed t'be usin' zords, lancers, an' bows wid arrers. Not tasty lil' sconers. Allus thinked 'ee badgers taughted yon 'arebeasters better 'n such. Typical mole speech. If Tel knew his moles he was sure she would forgive him...eventually. He watched as she scooped up the baked good and began to chew. As if on que he reached into his pocket and began to much the scone he had left. It was quite tasty and still warm at that. "Aye, badgers teach their hares well, though 'm not badgered trained meself dear mole maid." He spoke the words down towards the mole, twitching his whiskers to rid himself of crumbs. Zurr, 'tain't gettin' warmer down yurr. Oi'd gurtly 'preciate gettin' let into ee castle. Tel nodded, checking the path in both directions before making the call to open the gates. Because of recent events Tel found himself a little more wary than usual of travelers. "Hold just a tick marm. We'll 'ave you in soon enough wot wot!" As he spoke an older Salamandastron hare reached the wall tops. It was Willit, sent up for wall top guard most likely. She eyed the ruddy hare for a moment, noticing he was speaking to somebeast outside. "Tel matey, you given somebeast down there a hard time I suspect?" She eyed Tel quizzically as she noticed the mole maid below. "What are you thinkin' making this maid jolly well wait? Can't you see 'ow cold it is?" "Aye, that I can. Just makin' such things are safe 'n all that rot. Seems to good to me. Think we should let her in." Willit smiled ruefully. "A bit too cautious after that squirrel incident the other day?" "Could say that miss... aye, you could say that. I don't see harm in letting a lone mole enter though. Care to get Telo on gate opening duties?" Willit nodded at the ruddy hare and trotted towards the steps. "Aye, I'll help in let her in wot! You stay up 'er 'n keep yer eyes peeled. Not too long later the main gates swung open slightly. Telo was at the ready to close up should trouble occur. Willit stepped outside to welcome the mole maid in. "Welcome to Black Arch Fort miss. The name's Willit Longleap, South tower guard. What might you be called eh?" Though she was friendly to the mole maid, the hare still looked slightly imposing due to the military nature of the fort. She wore a shined saber at her side and a well stocked quiver full of arrows and bow across her back. The female hare's eyes glittered with energy and zeal for life, a perfect example of Black Arch beasts. Edited by Teltoli Riverbuck, Oct 23 2008, 11:58 AM.
	Teltoli Rifflappin Riverbuck South Tower Commander and official Gate Keeper of Black Arch Fort Rayden Sharptalon South Tower Air Division Captain


Lorna Thumbleburr	Oct 23 2008, 03:04 PM Post #5
Level One Poster Posts: 37 Group: Unassigned Member #84 Joined: October 22, 2008	"Welcome to Black Arch Fort miss. The name's Willit Longleap, South tower guard. What might you be called eh?" Lorna beamed at this courteous, official treatment. It made her feel important. She'd never held any particular position of authority or high regard in her life, and she held deep respect for those who did. Now this was certainly a warrior hare! Just like in the stories, sparkling weapons included. "Moi burthnoim be's Lorna. Lorna Thumbledurr, o' middle Moss-land." She extended one heavily clawed paw to the hare, while smiling so hard her eyes nearly disappeared. Lorna opened one eye and looked suspiciously up at the walltops. Perhaps that male hare scone-launcher was still within hearing distance. If so, she'd need to have a stern word with him later. Hmph! Well, unless he was going to show her where the larders and store closets could be found. Or, if he was a terrible and perilous warrior. That would also be grounds for forgiveness. "Oi be a simple miss, lookin' fer a new ploice t'hang moi hat 'n call home. Bloik Urch, y'say? Et be lookin' loik a gurtly foin castle. 'Fraid moi skills 'n 'sperience bain't so 'stensive as yourn, tho oi'm durn steady wid moi spear. Or wid trackin' beasties! Oi 'as gurt skills wid trackin'. Mizz Leaper, oi surrpintly 'opes oi c'n stay."
	"We all urr wurms, but oi do burlieve oi'm a glow wurm." (amended from Winston Churchill.) :-:Biography:-:


Teltoli Riverbuck	Oct 23 2008, 03:43 PM Post #6
Gatekeeper Posts: 331 Group: South Tower Commander Member #23 Joined: January 19, 2008	(OOC: I think we're going to have someone else join the thread that may steer us away from the towers... perhaps we shall wait for them before continuing?) Moi burthnoim be's Lorna. Lorna Thumbledurr, o' middle Moss-land. Willit reached out to clasp the heavily clawed paw. She pumped it heartily up and down a few times before letting go. "Well, miss Lorna of middle Moss... welcome to Black Arch Fort. if you'd like to come through with me?" She eyed up and down the road for a moment, making sure the coast was clear. Everything seemed quiet enough. The hare looked back at Lorna and smiled at her, bidding entrance to the fort. Oi be a simple miss, lookin' fer a new ploice t'hang moi hat 'n call home. Bloik Urch, y'say? Et be lookin' loik a gurtly foin castle. 'Fraid moi skills 'n 'sperience bain't so 'stensive as yourn, tho oi'm durn steady wid moi spear. Or wid trackin' beasties! Oi 'as gurt skills wid trackin'. Mizz Leaper, oi surrpintly 'opes oi c'n stay. Willit listened intently to the quaint mole speak as she watched the gates close behind them. Good, all was secure once more. The female rested a paw lightly to the hilt of her saber as the mole maid spoke of weapon skills. It was true, Willit was a badger trained Salamandastron hare are her skills were perilous to say the least. once Lorna had said her piece she responded kindly. "Well Hi dare say you'll find what you're looking for here miss..." She was going to say more when Teltoli bounded onto the scene. the garrulous hare was just swallowing the rest of his scone. He smiled winningly at the pair. There was something about Teltoli that made it so most beasts couldn't stay upset with him for any length of time. He was jovial, full of energy, and a kind beast at heart. "Hi say wot! Welcome teh the bally fortess me dear." He winked charmingly at Lorna and then Willit before making an elegant leg, complete with a flourish of steel from his rapier. "The name's Teltoli Rifflappin Riverbuck. Tel fer shorters. At'cher service wot wot!" Willit put a paw to her forehead in mock dismay. She scowled disapprovingly at the ruddy hare, her footpaw gently tapping the earth. "Less of the formalities and more of the 'elping paws if yah could Mr. Rivahbuck." She turned to Lorna. "You'll 'ave to excused Mr. riverbuck... all show 'n now stuffin wot!" Tel took mock offense to the comment, drawing himself up to full hight, his ears quivering. "Don't know what's she's bally well sayin'. Probably because I knocked the bloomin' stuffin' from 'er when we sparred last week eh?" He tiwtched his ears in Willit's direction. The female chose to ignore the jibe, continuing in an even tone. "Miss Lorna 'er says she's a tracker...care to escort 'er to the towahs whilst i find some vittles for our new arrival?" "Vittles you say..." "Not another word Rivahbuck! Escort 'er sharpish!" the words came out in an official tone, showing her rank above Teltoli. The ruddy hare complied with a slightly sullen outlook. "Righto..." His expression cleared to one of his normal jovial nature as he turned to Lorna. "So, miss Lorna is it? Care to call on a towah with me? A tracker such as yerself should fit in here fine!" Edited by Teltoli Riverbuck, Oct 23 2008, 04:26 PM.
	Teltoli Rifflappin Riverbuck South Tower Commander and official Gate Keeper of Black Arch Fort Rayden Sharptalon South Tower Air Division Captain


Lorna Thumbleburr	Oct 24 2008, 09:36 AM Post #7
Level One Poster Posts: 37 Group: Unassigned Member #84 Joined: October 22, 2008	Vittles? Vittles! In any language, that could only mean one thing. As she listened to the pleasant banter back and forth between the two hares, her attitude toward the food-launcher melted away. Two hares - just to escort her! This must be her lucky day. She eyed up their weapons, wondering if some day she could wield such a thing. "So, miss Lorna is it? Care to call on a towah with me? A tracker such as yerself should fit in here fine!" Lorna smiled at Teltoli. His personality was quote roguish and charming, indeed. She tightened the scarf around her head and shuffled forward. "Burr, oi thinks et be a gudd idear, callin' towers 'n all. Oi'll foller ee, mizter 'are!" Under her breath, barely above a mumble, she started composing a new tune as she trundled after him. "Oi met an' harebeaster 'ere, An' ee's fulla gudd cheer, 'Scept ee trows yon flanners, Says oi, et's bad manners! 'Spears is fer throwin', Winds is fer blowin'. Vittles is fer munchin', 'Ares is fer punchin!" She grinned smugly. That'll show 'im. -------------------------------- ((OOC: lead on!))
	"We all urr wurms, but oi do burlieve oi'm a glow wurm." (amended from Winston Churchill.) :-:Biography:-:


Teltoli Riverbuck	Oct 25 2008, 02:19 PM Post #8
Gatekeeper Posts: 331 Group: South Tower Commander Member #23 Joined: January 19, 2008	Of course Tel's ears flicked backwards as the mole began to sing again so he could pick up the words. what he heard caused a grin to spead across his features. If Lorna wanted to bandy words through song he was more than game! Oh fiddle diddle dee guard life for me Taint nothin' makes me grin more 'Cept a mouth o' scoff 'n some scones to toss Guess I'll have to let them moles in more Met a mole miss at the gates 'N she seemed quite irate I threw her some scoff Cause I'm a nice toff But perhaps next time I'll try chuckin' pie Oh fiddle diddle dee guard life for me Taint nothin' makes me grin more 'Cept a mouth o' scoff 'n some scones to toss Guess I'll have to let them moles in more Now if 'ares are fer punchin' Which I don't think is true What a bally waste it would be To put a poor lad like me off 'is scoff Tis enough to make a mole feel blue? As he finished the last line the hare turned and began to walk backwards so he could eye the mole maid. Tel wore a roughish and quite friendly grin on his muzzle and held out a paw to Lorna. "Don't think Hi evah got yer name miss..." He tiwddled his ears and continued to stride backwards in the general direction of the east tower.
	Teltoli Rifflappin Riverbuck South Tower Commander and official Gate Keeper of Black Arch Fort Rayden Sharptalon South Tower Air Division Captain


Lorna Thumbleburr	Oct 27 2008, 08:10 AM Post #9
Level One Poster Posts: 37 Group: Unassigned Member #84 Joined: October 22, 2008	Lorna chortled heartily at Teltoli's ballad. So, he was a songwriter as well, and he sang about moles! There would be no holding grudges against this fellow. She loved poetry and lyrical verse; unfortunately, like most of her kind, she had never grasped the talents of reading and writing. Now a good rhyme, on the other hand, she could remember for years. Truth be told, she often made up lyrics for herself to help remember names, recipes, directions, and family trees. She accepted his paw. "Moi noim's Mizz Lorna Thumbledurr, mizter Telly Rifflapper. 'N oi does gurly 'preciate hows you'm letted oi in 'ee gaters." Lorna giggled and pointed at his backward gait. "'Mizter Telly, you'm bees 'ee h'only 'arebeaster oi've metted 'oo murches tailer-furst! Oi bets you'm bees eatin' yore cake afore yore dinner, swims in 'ee winters an' dons yore wurmest clothers in 'ee zummers!"
	"We all urr wurms, but oi do burlieve oi'm a glow wurm." (amended from Winston Churchill.) :-:Biography:-:


Teltoli Riverbuck	Oct 28 2008, 07:09 PM Post #10
Gatekeeper Posts: 331 Group: South Tower Commander Member #23 Joined: January 19, 2008	Tel accepted the paw and shook it warmly. It seemed this mole might end up begin a good matey. She enjoyed a good jest and a good song as much as he did. He continued to tread backwards, keeping an eye on the mole maid. As she spoke about his walking he grinned broadly and waggled his ears at her in good spirits. "Well if Hi eat in reverse 'N 'ave me cake first Whot's it to a beast like you then? If Hi swims in when it freezes And wear a coat in summer breezes Whot's it to a beast like you then? If if you turn a verse Walk try to walk in reverse I'll be a true blue friend with you then!" As he continued to make his way towards the Keep, making up more verses in his head, Tel began to forget that he was walking backwards. This lasted until he hit a particularly large clump of grass in the lawns and stumbled backwards. Before he could blink the hare was on the grass, having fallen directly on his scut. "Whoops! You'll 'ave to excuse this clumsy 'are miss!"
	Teltoli Rifflappin Riverbuck South Tower Commander and official Gate Keeper of Black Arch Fort Rayden Sharptalon South Tower Air Division Captain


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