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Post by Isaiah on May 14, 2018 17:31:14 GMT -5
Because of the site rollback, many old posts are missing, including some from Moles, Voles, and Sparring Tour Guides. We've salvaged what we can and I've posted each one as it's own post below, with the username of the person who posted it above. Hopefully there's enough context here to not be too jarring to start back up again.
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Post by Isaiah on May 14, 2018 17:31:55 GMT -5
Isaiah
Er, Isaac-er-riah, the feast is starting soon and there is much more to see than the silly wall tops. Let's go warm up inside and show this good couple the dormitories!
**Isaiah was halfway up the staircase before Dewbelle's voice rant out, stopping him in his overly-energetic tracks. He made a face at the butchering of his name, but didn't comment on it. One more strike in that regard, however, and Isaiah would have to do something about it. Still, Dewbelle's words annoyed the mouse, who didn't quite understand why this squirrel was challenging him in front of the entire group. From his vantage point halfway up the wall, he could see the entire party before him. Dewbelle was at the front, standing defiantly and daring Isaiah to come back down. The mole family stood next to Alke, who had been transporting their child for them. The odd mish-mash of a mousemaid, otter, and falcon making up the rest of the group made for a strange sight.
He was caught now. Attention had landed squarely on him, and Dewbelle's suggestion had clearly undermined his attempted solution to what had obviously been Dewbelle's failure. Was she looking for a fight?**
I just thought some beasts might'n like to see the lights. Seein' as how we've come all this way already.
**Holding back none of the edge from his voice, Isaiah glared pointedly at Dewbelle, who had already driven the group to a place that was less than ideal for their intended sighting. As of right now, he had a better track record than her. Besides, he'd been the one to be put in charge of the tour in the first place! Enlisting help had just been a way to lighten the burden and possibly escape responsibility, but as it stood, Isaiah still held leadership. He was beginning to regret his choice in random Abbey member to aid him.
They were at an impasse, and Isaiah didn't want to wait around for an awkward silence to fill the air—or worse, a shouting match. Dewbelle didn't seem like the type of squirrel to give up easily either. His initial impression of her as carefree and easygoing seemed to be... mistaken.
Glancing around at the group, Isaiah could notice a few beasts shivering the chilly wind. The mouse himself was beginning to feel his paws go a bit numb in the low temperature. Dewbelle wasn't entirely wrong, but resolving this quickly would mean giving in, which Isaiah wasn't quite prepared to do just now. Perhaps it would be best for the group to make the decision. They probably wanted to see the walltops, right?**
What does ever'one think, then? **Isaiah raised his voice, directing his question past Dewbelle, to Jasmine, Bomboar, and the group at large.** If ya' all like we can head back inside, or...
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Post by Isaiah on May 14, 2018 17:32:22 GMT -5
Bomboar
**Bomboar thought in his own slow way. Both ideas were good, going up on the battlement or going in for the feast.** Dunno, Isaiah, both ideers is wonderful. But we needs ta ax the mole vole family, our guests. How about it? **He turned to the moles and vole.** What do you wanna do?
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Post by Isaiah on May 14, 2018 17:33:04 GMT -5
Isaiah
Dunno, Isaiah, both ideers is wonderful. But we needs ta ax the mole vole family, our guests. How about it? What do you wanna do?
**Ah. That made sense, of course, ask the mole family. They were the reason for this whole outing, after all. Isaiah watched from his perch halfway up the wall, his paws digging into the wooden banister and nearly producing splinters as he waited for the moles' answer.**
's cooooold!
**The ringing peal of the little vole's voice made the decision for the family, and for the entire party. Even Isaiah could not deny a dibbun some warmth. Besides, as the chilling wind blew past the mouse's whiskers once again, Isaiah knew he'd be fighting a losing battle staying out here anyway. It was clear that this particular tour was out of his paws.**
Well, uh... **Isaiah awkwardly descended the oaken staircase, each groan of the wood a reminder of his defeat.** Dewbelle! Care to lead us off to the dorms?
**It would be best to move the attention off of him. Later, he could reclaim control. For now, though, it was best to quietly admit defeat. In the end, Isaiah wasn't too unhappy about heading back inside, even if it meant his ideas were contradicted. The promise of warmth and perhaps good food was tantalizing. Taking up stride next to Dewbelle, Isaiah leaned in, speaking in a not-entirely-friendly manner.**
Ya win this time, I suppose.
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Post by Isaiah on May 14, 2018 17:33:44 GMT -5
Celebes
's cooooold!
**Wisdom from the mouths of babes. It seemed that, yet again, fortune favored the bold, and Dewy's quick thinking saved the tour from a cold dark detour on the wall tops. As she hadn't had much staked in the stand-off about where the tour would be heading next, she didn't feel particularly proud that her idea had come out on top. It was hard to bask in the glory of an idea that had been quite obvious. Still, it was nice to let out a side of relief. Even if half her hot air went with it.**
Well, uh...Dewbelle! Care to lead us off to the dorms?
**Dewbelle watched Isaiah plunk down the stairs, almost missing that as her cue to take the lead. The dorms? There really wasn't anything to see in the dorms. That had just been the first noun that had come to her head when she had to quickly reprove the wayward Isaiah. The dorms weren't worth more than a point down the hall and a quick "yours is that third door on the right." After a thrilling tour of tripping through the dark grounds to miss a light show and watching Isaiah hike some stairs, Dewy knew that this good family would want to see something more than a room with a bed. They would see that after the feast, when their belly's were full and a bed was all they cared to see.
Dewbelle's eyes scanned the group, seeking to connect their various occupations with some more interesting part of the abbey. Her eyes settled on Jasmine. Well, past her, more like. The squirrelmaid knew that the kitchen was still off limits to all those who valued not having to pick nut shells out of their claws for the next week. But behind Jasmine, bulging out of the otherwise smooth-running wall was a small building. The gatehouse. Home to abbey warriors, order recorders, and dibbun schooling at various times and seasons. Dewy had fond memories taking her own lessons in there. How long had it been since she sat on that hard wooden stool next to the fireplace? She had loved when the hearth burned bright in the winter, the swirling shapes of flame being quite the enjoyable diversion from Bro. Silas' droning history lessons. It was an excellent way to dispose of those silly notes that her companions like to pass around when the grew older. Any dibbun secret was safe after it got tossed in the fire. She hadn't been on the inside of that place in seasons.
She clapped her paws together. The pads muffled muffled any loud sounds that could have resulted, but she quickly spoke up regardless.**
Right! Isaiah is back, let's be off! I know we are a bit chilly, but if we manage a quick detour over the grounds I know a cozy warm hearth that you simply must see. Right over here is the gatehouse, where countless ages of recorders have kept a journal of daily life her at the Abbey. The amount of scrolls and tomes piled up in there will give you a far better picture of how ancient this place is than the walls ever could. It'll be a nice quiet spot to rest for a moment before we get back to the crowds see Isaiah's dorms! Plus, I bet there will be something warm to drink.
As she talked up the virtues of the gatehouse, she strode out in front of the group, only looking back for the occasional emphasis and to adjust her walking speed with that of the group's. Towards the end of her nostalga-hyped spiel, around the time she had passed the stale dorm idea off as Isaiah's, the same mouse came to lock step with her.**
Ya win this time, I suppose.
Isn't much to win at, brother. It was the right choice on a cold night like this.
**His somewhat tense response had earned her rather curt reply, and she mildly wished she could have softened the chastening. She would have had conveyed the same thought, but framed it more civilly. He had just caught her off guard, that was all. Ah well, it was a short distance to the gatehouse and they could forgive each other over a mug of warm tea.
Dewy glanced up at the gatehouse, some twenty paces away. Usually a square panel of light would be shining clearly from it's side wall on a night like this. Old Silas must have the shuttered them to keep the wind out. The old frail mouse would be more than glad to see them, a whole party of escorts to take him over to the feast. And of course, a family of willing ears to hear him recount the oft studies tales of his beloved abbey. He could do the talking for a while, while they enjoyed a warm cup of something from the pot he always kept over the fire. Shoot, if he went on long enough, they could just end the tour here and go to the feast! This had to be the best part of the abbey now, not some windy walls or dinky dorms.**
Here we are now! Let's see if Brother Silas has the tea on...
**Dewbelle practically bounded to the door, having talked this new leg of the tour up to herself so much that she couldn't wait. Arriving at the door, she went to throw it open like an excited dibbun on the first day of lessons. Pressing her weight against the door, the old wooden panel was just as unyielding as if she had thrown herself at the two walls it sat between. It sat their, imposing and locked, it's keeper already left for the feast.**
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Post by Isaiah on May 14, 2018 17:34:24 GMT -5
Isaiah
Isn't much to win at, brother. It was the right choice on a cold night like this.
**Isaiah was taken aback, Dewbelle's response sending him into a pouting silence. It occurred to him that perhaps he'd come off as too competitive. But wasn't that what she wanted? It seemed to him that since he'd invited this squirrel along she'd wanted nothing but to take leadership of the group. Her behavior was baffling, and Isaiah was finding his usual strategies for one-upping fellow Abbey beasts falling short. Perhaps, tonight of all nights, he could take a step back and simply enjoy the company. There would be time to hash things out with Dewbelle later, if there was anything to hash out in the first place. The mouse was looking forward to the promise of warm tea anyway.
Approaching the gatehouse, Dewbelle took the lead once again, practically throwing herself at the door. Isaiah was just about to call out before she tried the handle for herself, shoulders sagging as realization set in. The dusty windows of the gatehouse were dull and grey, it seemed Silas had already retired for the evening.
Now, the opportunity to get back at Dewbelle presented itself. She had failed, time for Isaiah to save the day. A glance at the following party dispelled that selfish notion, however. The mole family, though content to follow along, seemed uncomfortable with the rather unexciting state of affairs. Alkie was, well, Isaiah wasn't quite sure what to make of her. Though Jasmine was as carefree as ever, and Bomboar seemed undeterred by the weather, the volebabe seemed ready to drift off to sleep if it weren't for the cold winds sending shivers through his fur.
The tour could still be saved, Isaiah knew. And getting back at Dewbelle for some childish reason didn't have to be a part of that. She was just as cold as the rest of the group, and there was a feast waiting inside for them all. It was strange, the stark moment of clarity that had come over the mouse. Perhaps there was something in the air.**
S'alright then! Looks like ol' Silas has turned in t'night. Seein' as how it's so dark, why don't we head back inside? I dunno about you lot, but I'm a bit thirsty, so a trip down to the cellars might be jus' the ticket for us. Whadyasay? Dewbelle?
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Post by Celebes on May 15, 2018 21:29:42 GMT -5
**The icy tingles of the frozen metal door latch seeped into Dewbelle's paw, chilling her blood as she failed to let go. Her mind was too lost in her latest failed gambit to acknowledge the plight of her numbed paw. Rather than the expected round of questions going through her head about why Silas was not there, or why the feast had to be so early, the overriding question was why she had stepped up for this tour. She was embarrassed. She hated the feeling. She hated it more because she knew it was a silly emotion to have. She could feel the awkwardness in the air, though in her stupor she couldn't tell if the uncomfortable cloud hung exclusively around her, or if it extended to the group. She should have stayed to shuck nuts in the kitchen. That would have been safer.**
S'alright then! Looks like ol' Silas has turned in t'night. Seein' as how it's so dark, why don't we head back inside? I dunno about you lot, but I'm a bit thirsty, so a trip down to the cellars might be jus' the ticket for us. Whadyasay? Dewbelle?
**Ears pricking at the sounds of Isaiah's voice, she turned her head to listen, followed by her whole body as she heard her name. The saying of her name had brought the attention squarely back on her. Back on Dewy, the two-time tour leading failure. She felt nervous, almost as if her ascent to the idea would automatically lead it to failing as well. She didn't want Isaiah to share in her missteps, he had made enough of his own tonight for her to go and trip him up again. But she had to say something. She grasped at hope that wasn't there. Jazzy had been quiet lately, and Dewy desperately wished the mousemaid would interject with something cheery to help perk her up. Any response she gave now was sure to sound feeble and weak.**
Uh...e'yah. Sure. That sounds...refreshing brother.
**Dewbelle wiped a sleeve across her eyes, and attempted a weak smile before hiding her mouth behind her scarf. She had to lighten up. This was Redwall. She came on this tour to show off a place that had shown so much care to her. She could make it through this. She would make it through this. With a real smile on her face by the end.**
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Post by Barkfur on May 16, 2018 2:13:15 GMT -5
okay thanks! i'm sorry that i didn't make a formal intro to my character. after all i'm new, and yeah, thanks for reminding me
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Post by Isaiah on May 16, 2018 11:05:06 GMT -5
OOC: (<--- stands for Out of Character) Hey, Barkfur! Glad you've dived straight into RPing. Just wanted to remind you to only use your own character when you post, you can interact with other characters, but let them decide how to react. If you have any other questions be sure to check out the Roleplay FAQ, it has lots of helpful tips. Also, this RP here is one of our rare RPs where we're all RPing as adults. (stands for Back in Character --->) BIC: Uh...e'yah. Sure. That sounds...refreshing brother.**Though glad Dewbelle had accepted the plan, the mood all across the group seemed down, and it wasn't an atmosphere the mouse particularly liked. It would have to be remedied immediately. Thankfully, it was probably nothing some good October Ale and Buttercup 'n' Honey Cordial couldn't solve. With a hop, skip, and a spin, Isaiah took off across the Abbey grass, trying to force some energy back into the seemingly lethargic group. In the end, this had all been his responsibility, and Isaiah wasn't prepared to be seen as a failure in the Abbot's eyes quite yet.** Wot are ye doin here?**Approaching the cellar doors, the group encountered a squirrel who, from Isaiah's eyes, seemed like he'd had a bit too much to drink that night.** Just showin' 'round these lovely mole folks. Care t' join us for some drinks and a walk 'round the Abbey 'fore the feast? *Isaiah rubbed his paws together briskly, trying to show the chilly state the group was in from their extended trip outdoors.*
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Post by Barkfur on May 16, 2018 15:30:20 GMT -5
"of course matey!" the squirrel replied, "anyway, i'm barkfur. i come from the northlands. anyway i better join ye, seeing that i have nothing better to do"
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Post by Isaiah on May 16, 2018 17:50:20 GMT -5
OOC: It's alright! I have a feeling you'll get the hang of things pretty quickly BIC: Of course matey! Anyway, I'm Barkfur. I come from the northlands. Anyway I better join ye, seeing that I have nothing better to do.*Isaiah blinked. In a matter of under an hour his humble party of four had grown to nearly more than the mouse could count on two paws. He hadn't exactly wanted this to happen, but now the pressure was mounting. It was his responsibility to occupy him before the feast was ready. Just where was that tolling bell sound signaling dinner anyways? It seemed to be getting late. Despite Isaiah's reservations, the mouse clapped his paws together again, doing his best to put on an air of enthusiasm.* Ay! Nice to meet ya, Barkfur. We've got quite t' large group assemblin'. *The mouse unlatched the cellar door, and was suddenly very aware of the number of beasts who were standing behind him as he descended. Reaching the bottom, Isaiah very narrowly avoided missing the last step and taking an unfortunate sprawl on the ground in his nervousness. Spinning about, Isaiah addressed the group.* This is t' cellar! I think our resident hog is out preparin' for the feast, but I'm sure 'e wouldn't mind if we had some samples. *Isaiah addressed the mole family now.* Anyone got'n favorite drink they'd like to try?
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Post by Celebes on May 16, 2018 20:19:24 GMT -5
**Moving down into the cellars, Dewy began to feel markedly better. Putting time and distance between her last mistake helped. Which was well, as now that they were out of the cold she would have to loosen her scarf, requiring her to wear a smile on her face again. Following behind Bomboar near the rear of the group, Dewbelle could hear yet another new voice at the head of the column. Was there really that little to do before the feast? Usually it seemed like there were some sort of harvest games going on to keep everybeast occupied while things were prepared. She managed to catch Isaiah's snippet of conversation of stamp of paws.**
Ay! Nice to meet ya, Barkfur. We've got quite t' large group assemblin'
**As the group began to shuffle down another flight of stairs, Dewbelle decided to make a go of reclaiming her position towards the front. It would widen the gap between herself and the mole family she had failed to impress, and give her a new shot with the newcomer. Taking two steps when the others took one, she advanced in the ranks until she was lockstep with the new squirrel.**
Right, we're trying to show off some'uh the Abbey's magic to the newcomers. I'm Dewbelle by the...way.
**Dewy's breath caught as Isaiah started to stumble, only to finish her sentence when she saw that he had rediscovered his footing. His quick rebound stayed any concerned comments she could come up with, and she silently hoped that this particular gaff would meet their strange quota of having to make one mistake per stop. At least they got it out of the way early. That means she could be in the clear to contribute.**
Uh, yes! While your all picking that out, I'll go an' get us something to snack on quick. It always tastes better when washin' something down!
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Post by Barkfur on May 17, 2018 3:50:34 GMT -5
OOC: can you include a vision of martin the warrior in RPs? BIC:
**barkfur was shocked . in the northlands they never served drinks like these.as the party walked past barrels he thought about his past. he rubbed a long jagged scar over his eye that could only be seen when he closed it. then he was about to ask isaiah a question but thought better, instead he just kept on moving. as the group reached a yellow barrel suddenly a mouse with a sword came into his mind. he quickly shook the thought off and kept walking. as the group trudged on through the cellars barkfur finally thought of a good question to ask isaiah.
i had a slight vision of a warrior mouse with a beautiful sword. Who is he?
** as he waited for a response from the group he suddenly realized this is not the question the average squirrel asks to a mole family, a vole and a mouse. they would think that he was going insane. they would probably tell some sister to fissik him. or somebody would interrogate him. he was about to state that he was not insane but thought that it would make it worse. instead he just stood there silent **
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Post by Isaiah on May 18, 2018 20:54:08 GMT -5
OOC: Possibly, if it makes sense! Generally, more epic stuff might be reserved for quests, but if you're creative enough anything can work as long as things don't go too far off rails. BIC: Uh, yes! While your all picking that out, I'll go an' get us something to snack on quick. It always tastes better when washin' something down!*Isaiah nodded in agreement, trying to back his fellow tour guide up with some measure of authority. This was fine. Everything was fine. The night had been a stressful one, and suddenly Isaiah found his throat parched and the barrels of various drinks around him looking more tantalizing than ever. As the group dispersed into the cellar, Isaiah headed towards the back, where his favorite dandelion 'n' burdock cordial was kept. Selecting a favorite barrel, the mouse swiped an unused mug off a nearby table and began to tap the cordial. At the sound of trickling liquid, Isaiah relaxed somewhat, listening to the sounds of the group as they warmed up from the winter weather. The night certainly had a festive air about it. Sipping his drink, Isaiah found the taste to be even more refreshing than usual now that the feeling in his paws were returning. Noticing Dewbelle still standing somewhat tense, Isaiah put down his mug and waved over to her.* Why dontcha relax a bit? Try the cordial, I think this one o'er here tastes best. *Isaiah winked, trying to lighten the competitive vibe he'd been giving off all night. At this point, he was too exhausted to care about anything beyond not screwing this tour up.* I had a slight vision of a warrior mouse with a beautiful sword. Who is he?*The mouse eyed Barkfur carefully, he was a bit of an odd sight, and Isaiah couldn't recall seeing him around Redwall before.* Aye, that'd be Martin the Warrior. You're new to the Abbey I take it? P'raps our next stop should the Great Hall t' take a look at the tapestry?
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Post by Barkfur on May 18, 2018 20:59:54 GMT -5
Aye, that'd be Martin the Warrior. You're new to the Abbey I take it? P'raps our next stop should the Great Hall t' take a look at the tapestry?
*barkfur took a massive sigh of relief and said*
yeah, that would do. i only came yesterday from the northlands. vermin attack. here's the scar to prove it.
* as barkfur closed his left eye he hoped that nobody would make a rude remark about it. after all the jagged scar running down his eye wasn't something you saw in regular squirrels.*
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