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Post by LDF on Oct 12, 2003 18:00:56 GMT -5
Whoo... REDWAAAAAAALL!
A large otter sat on a rock on the shore near Salamandastron, looking at the sunset. A javelin was laying at her side, as was a small pack and a double-edged sword. The otter wore a dark green tunic, and her name was Kernave.
She was part of the Skipper of Otter's Crew, and was there because a group of searats and a few corsairs had tried to take a few Dibbuns from Redwall Abbey. Skipper and the rest of the otters had left, but Kernave had stayed for a while, wanting to visit her young friend at Salamandastron, Denjer the haremaid.
"Oy, I should prob'ly start makin' some dinner, 'tis gettin' a bit dark," Kernave said to herself, picking up her javelin to find some shrimp. "Hmm... no watershrimp in 'ere. Might as well go an' find some, because I 'ave some 'otroot in my pack an' a few vegetables. Maybe it isn't dark enough to see where Log a Log is, those shrew cooks are just as good as the ones at Redwall."
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Post by Tahu on Oct 12, 2003 18:04:20 GMT -5
Can you give a profile?
Species: Sea Otter
Name: Sabboc
Age: 20 seasons
Gender: Male
Prefered Weapon: Sling. Also likes bow.
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Post by teghan62 on Oct 12, 2003 18:08:25 GMT -5
((Just like yesterday? ^^;))
Brezenn, a hare from Salamandastron, scouted along the coastline. With ehr she had a sling, a pouch full of good-sized pebbles, and a dirk. She wore a red tunic.
Hearing the word 'dinner' she dashed over to Kernave, grinning. "Hi there, otter chap. 'Eard you mention vittles. C'n I join ye?"
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Post by LDF on Oct 12, 2003 18:14:40 GMT -5
"Guess ye could, marm," Kernave shrugged, pulling a small net made of bark from her pack. "'Twill take a while though, forgot to pack some dried watershrimp when I was at Redwall... Good 'otroot soup will do ye good, extra 'otroot is the way I like it," Kernave grinned.
Kernave collected a few sticks, making a fire on the sand. She chopped up a few vegetables with her sword, having nothing else to use. She poured in the shrimp and hotroot into a bowl-shaped rock, stirring it with a stick. "Sorry it couldn't be better, marm," Kernave grinned, pouring it into a bowl. "But it sure is quite spicy."
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Post by teghan62 on Oct 12, 2003 18:52:43 GMT -5
Brezenn, or Brez, waved a paw airly. "Oh, pish 'n tush 'n all that! Tucker's scoff, scoff's vittles and vittles is food, an' just as long as 's food I'm happy!"
Between mouthfuls, Brez tries to start a conversation. ""So, where are ye from? Me goodself is from Salamandastron, and here I jolyl well am, scouting the flippin' coast line for Lord Whats-'is-name."
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Post by LDF on Oct 12, 2003 20:55:34 GMT -5
"I'm not sure. I think I'm from good ol' Mossflower, but I was raised in Redwall Abbey. Good place that old Abbey is. Great vittles too," Kernave added, uncorking a flask of raspberry cordial. "Are you a frontrunner for the Long Patrol? I've 'eard 'bout them from Skip. He says they're pretty good at scoutin', and 'ave dealt with a lot of vermin. If I was a hare, I'd prob'ly be in the Long Patrol," Kernave grinned, adding a bit more hotroot to her soup.
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Post by crazywriter on Oct 13, 2003 21:31:24 GMT -5
((Ooh, another one!
Name: Arlen Daggerstripe
Appearance: silver-ish dagger-ish stripe on her nose. Light brown fur, mostly dyed to look like otter fur.
Race: Ferret. Raised by an otter.
Extra stuff: very strong swimmer, even by otter standards. Is addicted to hotroot soup, even moreso than most otters. She can easily be mistaken for an otter... when she's not in the water. In the water, her fur dyes usually come out, and her fur is soaked and drips water, making her look very much like the ferret she is.))
I stuck my nose out of the water, taking a sniff, before sticking the rest of my head above water.
"Is that hotroot soup I smell?" I asked politely, swimming to shore and lifting myself out of the water a bit.
"Haven't had any of that since I was at Redwall... You wouldn't have a little to spare for a starving traveling ferrotter, would you?"
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Post by LDF on Oct 13, 2003 21:35:35 GMT -5
"Ferotter? Wot do ye mean by that?" Kernave blinked, looking at Arlen. "Interesting beast, yes, never met one of ye before. I say, it might not be to ye standards, but it comes pretty close to mine!" Kernave grinned, pouring some hotroot and watershrimp soup in a bowl for Arlen. "'Ere you go, mate. I 'ave some more 'otroot in me pack, so if ye want any, just ask." Kernave added a bit to her's, asking, "Oh yes, and by the way, you look like a ferret. But I think I 'eard of ye once, Skip told me 'bout one of 'is mates raisin' a ferret."
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Post by teghan62 on Oct 13, 2003 21:47:43 GMT -5
Brez eyed Arlen suspiciously. "Ferrotter, eh? Y'look like some flippin' hybrid. Otter 'n ferret, ferret 'n otter. An' ferrets is bad beasts."
"Ah well, no time for decievin' in the company of scoff, eh, wot! I say, I've finished already. Got 'nymore?"
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CrazyWriter at school
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Post by CrazyWriter at school on Oct 14, 2003 14:10:33 GMT -5
I licked my lips as the otter gave me the bowl of hotroot soup.
"Thank ye!" I said happily, having a little.
"Kinda mild, though... Ye said somethin' 'bout more hotroot in yer pack?"
I turned to the hare. "I ain't a hybrid. Full Ferret, I am. Raised by an otter, tho'. Glad te be. Wouldn't get no 'otroot bein' raised by ferrets. An' wouldn' be able te swim, neither."
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Post by LDF on Oct 14, 2003 16:14:39 GMT -5
"'Ere you are," Kernave passed some hotroot to Arlen. "Aye, 'tis better to be a goodbeast then a vermin, but I'm not sayin' ye are. You're pretty kind'earted to be a 'erret."
Kernave grinned, pouring some more for Brez. "Aye. ye be able to scoff a 'ole feast, yep. Mind if I sing a bit of a ditty? 'Tis not all that great, but it passes the time. Th'goodbeasts at Redwall taught me it." The otter pulled out a reed flute, and played a small tune.
"Oh, I once was just a young 'un,
And the Abbot, 'e liked little ol' me,
But when I ran around like a dibbun,
He just said to me:
Little young 'un
What did you do?
Stirrin' yerself into a big, hot stew.
Why little maid,
'Tis not like you'll go out and fade.
When my dress was just sewn new,
My marm gave me a acorn,
I climbed the trees and shouted "Boo!",
And I ripped my dress and it was torn!
Little young 'un
What did you do?
Stirrin' yerself into a big, hot stew.
Why little maid,
'Tis not like you'll go out and fade.
Good ol' otroot soup,
I had one day,
I ran into a birdie's coop,
Splashin' it all away!
Little young 'un
What did you do?
Stirrin' yerself into a big, hot stew.
Why little maid,
'Tis not like you'll go out and fade."
Kernave blushed, adding, "I'm not too much of a singer."
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Post by crazywriter on Oct 14, 2003 17:01:40 GMT -5
I grinned, dumping a fair amount of hotroot into my soup.
"Better'n me," I told the otter truthfully. "Ferret voice, y'know. Not ther best fer singin' with. By ther way, what's yer name? Mine's Arlen. Arlen Daggerstripe," I said, running a finger along my silver stripe.
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Post by teghan62 on Oct 14, 2003 17:11:11 GMT -5
"Hmm, Lord Wots-'is-name would probably flip right off'n his rocker if'n he could see me goodself right now. I should prob'ly be goin' back to Salamandastron. If'n ye want to come with me goodself, yer welcome..." At this, Brez's voice trailed off. "But you, Arlen, yer gonna hafta look like an otter as much as possible."
She jumps up after finishing her soup. "Me goodself is Brezenn, j'st so ye know. Call me Brez, though. Now, if ye wanta come, i suggest ye move about smart-like!"
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Post by LDF on Oct 14, 2003 18:29:37 GMT -5
"Aye, I'll come with ye, Brez. Maybe I can 'elp thee when ye get into trouble with the Badger Lord?" Kernave grinned, packing her vittles back into her pack and picking up her javelin. "By th'way, my name is Kernave, I'm part of the Skipper of Otters Crew. I can 'elp ye get into Salamandastron, maybe," Kernave looked at Arlen.
"'Twouldn't be all that great if they went and chucked ye out of the mountain, eh?" Kernave chuckled, picking up her sword and strapping it to her back. "Let's go."
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Post by crazywriter on Oct 15, 2003 9:56:43 GMT -5
Gulping down the rest of the hotroot soup, I followed.
"Nah, wouldn' be too much a problem if'n they chucked me out the door an' not a winnow," I joked. "Always had a bit o' trouble flyin'."
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