| Welcome to Black Arch Fort. We hope you enjoy your visit. You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, and voting in polls. Registration is simple, fast, and completely free. Join our community! If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| Coming up for Air; Sceo kicks back at Compass Point. | |
|---|---|
| Topic Started: Dec 23 2008, 02:02 PM (292 Views) | |
| Mortimer Leatherdusk | Mar 13 2009, 12:26 AM Post #21 |
|
Level One Poster
  ![]](http://209.85.117.197/static/1/pip_r.png)
|
A lot happened, and for the most part, Morty stood by and took it in. These beasts were..strange, to say the least. The "ghoul" had turned out to be a near-blind mouse who had, just a moment ago, stepped on the glasses Morty had so thoughtfully pushed out of the way. The bat had winced when it happened, yet was a little too befuddled by things to really act on them. As such, he just...stood there, mouth slightly agape, blinking like he had been for the past few minutes. Finally, he regained as much composure as he good and shook his head. His ears twitched, filled once again with warmth and life. "I, um, apologize, apologize," he said, bobbing his head to the mouse. "I vas tryink to make sure they veren't stepped on, on...Guess that didn't vork, vork." He almost chuckled. Almost. He stopped himself. He peered at the faces in the room. "Is...is there somethink wrong vith me, me? Do I have somethink on my face, face?" He checked under his wings, just to make sure nothing had got caught in them - he was still recovering feeling in them as well. "And vhat about my hot drink, drink?" |
| |
 |
 
|
| Simon Flynn | Mar 13 2009, 08:55 AM Post #22 |
Level Two Poster
|
Simon yowled. It was a yowl of such ferocity and pain, a yowl that encapsulated so much grief and suffering that it permuted time and space itself, to a Mossflower hundreds of years prior, and woke Tsarmina in a cold sweat. It died in a whimper. "Stop! Murderer! Thief! She's cutting my footpaw off! Miz Lorna, bash her on the head with a frying pan! Oooawwwhhhooowwwaaaa, just end me now, I'm ready for Dark Forest!" Though the mouse flailed his paws and tail and kicked the air wildly with his free, uninjured footpaw, some part of him had the sense to keep his wounded foot free while Sceo pulled bits of glass out of it. -Pop!- Simon stared in shock and horror as his footpaw came right off in Sceo's paws. The squirrel examined it, sniffed the heel appraisingly, then counted off all the toes. She passed it on to Teren, and grabbed Simon's other footpaw. "Don't worry," she said, grinning, "we'll get you some souptrolley wheels tomorrow, won't we dear?" "Anything you say, honey," the otter replied, dipping Simon's foot into his soup. "Hurr, an' ee best bee'm on ee gurtest koind be'avoiur furr ee weddin' day, naow, Master Flynner!" He'd only been out a minute or two before his fainting spell dissipated and he groggily shuddered awake again. His footpaw was done and overwith - in the intervening time between him passing out and coming to, it had been wrapped in a pawkerchief and a small packing of snow placed underneath to ease the pain. "Is that all?" he asked, feeling quite better now. "That wasn't so bad." The immediate silence after this caused him to blush. "A harlequin is a sort of roaming clown," he muttered to Lorna. "They used to stop by Redwall and put on shows." "Well, I bet they 'ad nothin' on today's events," a patron in the corner chuckled. |
| Simon Flynn"Yes, that happened once."...my other char's a hare: Enamel Pardon | |
|
|
|
| « Previous Topic · Archives · Next Topic » |
7:07 AM Nov 28
