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Halyard Village: Dock Zeldove follows quickly and makes it, just in time and pants .She catches sight of Dom and frowns a bit, but she doesnt run and mainly stays calm. She stands slowly and coughs, then tenses up in pain "Think got..couple cracked ribs from couple days ago,wot..hurts like fire when cough" Jan 29, 2020 at 2:14 a.m.
GSC: Pineforest Monty sighs. Well, he can't say this whole journey hasn't been an intriguing one to say the least. Plenty of mysterious villages and mystery creatures creeping about everywhere. Giving a shrug, he goes to follow the squirrel as they are led away to the smaller village. "Not knowin' much seems t'be a constant theme of this trip, dontcha say, Adj...?" he mutters to his friend as they head towards the other village. Jan 29, 2020 at 2:16 a.m.
Halyard Village: Dock Terrence looks her over, checking for any other wounds. "Right. Can you can still walk?" The sergeant's brows are furrowed. When Dom had stepped off the ship the small crowd had parted for him to let him pass. Terrence nods in thanks to the big white hare. "Crying, you say? I'd nevah even imagine it, Dom!" He winks, then let's out a long, hearty laugh. "Can't say you don't have damn good timing, Dom. Now's all that's left is to go back with Mjr... Varus..." He trails off, his mirth turning to dread. "Oh deah. I didn't exactly /tell/ him what I was doing, did I?" Jan 29, 2020 at 2:19 a.m.
GSC: Pineforest "Viphataphs!" An ancient form appears before the hares, bowed and bent by countless seasons. The squirrel's fur is a solid silver-white, like freshly fallen snow, and what is left of the creature's tail is the same. "My name iph Merketz," Somehow the lisp doesn't affect his name... "Cheiftain of thiph village." He smiles a toothless smile. "Come with me and I phfall ecphplain everything." Jan 29, 2020 at 2:25 a.m.
Halyard Village: Dock Dominik's gaze shifts down to Zeldove. At Terrence's question, he hmms. "If cannot valk, Dom vil carry," he states, simply. The large hare gives Terrence a smirk at his remark, a paw still rubbing absently at his reddened eyes, which likely didn't help things at all. "Hm. Didn't learn lesson from kitchen. Not vise thing to get in eyes...." He then sneezes, sending up a large cloud of flour. "...also vil have to pay bakery for use. Comes in handy...for ghostings." He nods to Terrence. "Dom hear things, and follow. Turns out is glad hearing is good." Dom chuckles, waggling a paw in his ear and removing more flour. "Hmm." Looking back to Terrence, he shakes his head. "Matters not, Terrence. Mission vas accomplished. In end, is vat matters." Jan 29, 2020 at 2:25 a.m.
Zeldove nods "You did..fine me and...helped me get free..."She frowns "Did the stoat..have a dibbun, or what I hearing..things?"She starts to walk and nope, her ankles hurt from the rope around them so tightly, red makrks on her anklesand wrists but she will be fine, it will fade in a couple days and leave some bruises , she looksat the Sargeant "I still have to..clean the dishes don't I?" And likely more. Jan 29, 2020 at 2:28 a.m.
There's a dark look that passes across Terrence's face at the mention of a dibbun. "I believe so, Zeldove. But there's little we can do now..." He sighs, looking up at the sky. "Probably." The sergeant shrugs. "We'll see when we get back..." The answer could be to either Dom or Zeldove. "Dom, would you mind carrying he'h?" Jan 29, 2020 at 2:31 a.m.
GSC: Pineforest Adrian doesn't think he's ever seen a beast so ancient as this squirrel. Not even old Cap'n Marks at the Mountain, the oldest hare in the Patrol who still refuses to officially retire, despite being so old and confined to a wheelchair. "Ah, errr... Sah. Thank you for your welcome. We, err... 'Ave a lot of questions, yes..." He leans over to Monty, and whispers, "Who would win in a fight, this old bloke, or Cap'n Marks back 'ome?" Jan 29, 2020 at 2:32 a.m.
Halyard Village: Dock Dominik gives a nod to Terrence at his request, and he reaches down to easily lift Zeldove and heft her over a shoulder. He notices that dark look on Terrence's face, something that he likely shares, though he knows at this point there isn't much they can do. "Vil get. No worries. For now, go back. Must check in vith Felicity, and vith doctor." He sneezes again, before he turns and begins to head back in the opposite direction with Zeldove carried over a shoulder. "...Terrence took chance, mentioning Erg..." he replies, quietly. "Dom vas in control tonight, but in future...please, be carefuls. Is not sure vat reaction vil be, at other times." He pauses..."...but, it vas good idea, for last minute..." he admits. Jan 29, 2020 at 2:36 a.m.
GSC: Pineforest Monty can only stare a moment as they come upon the ancient squirrel, the hare blinking, before he glances over at Adrian. "...this village must go through a heckuva lot o'puddin', Adj..." he leans in and mutters to his friend, before straightening up and giving the squirrel his best smile. "Nice t'make yer acquaintance, Chief Merketz..." he replies to him, before he hears Adrian's whisper. He stares at his friend. "...this guy. Without a doubt, mate..." he mutters back. "At least this one looks like he c'n walk more n' a few feet..." Jan 29, 2020 at 2:39 a.m.
Halyard Village: Dock Terrence stops, nodding after a moment. "It was risky. I'm sorry - I got more than I could chew, as the slavahs seemed to want me dead o'h knocked out... They weren't as careful as I thought they were going to be, and that name was all I could come up with, and, well..." He shrugs, catching up with Dom. "Then you appeared. I will say there was a little part of me that wanted you to come on the boat in a fury, but it's probably fo'h the best that didn't happen." Jan 29, 2020 at 2:40 a.m.
GSC: Pineforest "Yeph, yeph, I bet you do." The squirrel waves them to follow him. As he turns around, he stumbles and it seems a real danger that the breeze might blow him over. "Come, come. We're waphting daylight!" Merkatz leads them to a canopy with a rug that looks more expensive than the entire shoddy village. "And no, laddy-buck," he says, snapping his fingers with a glare at Monty, "I can eatph jupht /fphphine/." Spittle flies out of his mouth as two mice bring out trays of what /smells/ like food. When the covers are off, however, all the steaming mass seems to be are... bugs. Bugs and roots. "Itph all we can get to eat without /them/ pheeing." Jan 29, 2020 at 2:43 a.m.
Halyard Village: Dock Dominik walks for a little while, the hare remaining quiet as he listens to Terrence's explanation. Eventually he speaks, his voice much calmer and quieter than it had been earlier when he'd been shouting and making a scene. "Slavers is greedy. See hare, not care if hare says is vith slavers or not. All they see is hare. To some, bring in much coin. Vas big risk, even vith disguise. But...vas good distraction for Dom to make plan work." His ears give a twitch as Terrence explains his reasoning behind mentioning Erg, and he gives him a nod, peering at him out of the corner of his eye as they walk. "Hrm. Dom understand. But...is not as simple as think. Erg...does -not- like Terrence..." he states, flatly. "...if Erg appeared on boat, in fury, boat would sink...likely vith Terrence on board." He lets that hang in the air for awhile, once again falling silent as they head towards the mountain. "Is vhy Dom say, be careful." Jan 29, 2020 at 2:48 a.m.
GSC: Pineforest Adrian is already wrinkling his nose and looking away, politely. But when those plates are uncovered... He blanches visibly. "Would you like some refreshments? Tea? Bug Soup, perhaps?" asks another mouse. "Err, no thanks...We just ate," Adrian lies. He'll die of thirst before he'll bother to ask what they use for 'tea'. Jan 29, 2020 at 2:51 a.m.
Halyard Village: Dock "Understood." Terrence says, walking beside Dom. "I was thinking that the slavahs wouldn't be so bold as to kill o'h capture somebeast in the middle of a crowded dock during the blinking /day/, but I guess I vastly overestimated thei'h wits... Still, it was a very good thing you were there." Jan 29, 2020 at 2:53 a.m.
GSC: Pineforest Monty follows after Adrian and Merkatz, the hare seemingly amused by this interesting turn of events. As the food is uncovered, he gives a nod and a wave of his paw, his ear sticking straight up in the air. "Hmmhmm. Yep. That most definitely seems like eatin' fine, sah...." he replies, before glancing at Adrian and making a face. As the refreshments are offered, he shakes his head. "Nah, thanks, we, uh...yeah. What he said..." he nudges Adrian. "We totally stuffed ourselves right afore we got here, mates. Mmmmhmm. Sure did. Can't eat another bite, y'know." Jan 29, 2020 at 2:55 a.m.
Halyard Village: Dock Dominik gives a shake of his head. "Slavers are slavers. Evil beasts, vil kill ven is necessary to kill. Middle of day, middle of night...matters not. Is vat they are best at. Who is going to come and arrest? No vun." The large hare glances down at Terrence, and gives him a grim smile. "...yes. Is good Dom vas allowed out, to come vith. Is thanking you, and Varus, for requesting. Is help, vith things up here." He lifts a paw and taps his temple. "Helps clear mind, focus on other things." Jan 29, 2020 at 3 a.m.
GSC: Pineforest "Ah." The squirrel looks almost disappointed. Now /he/ has to eat it. So he does, digging in with surprising gusto for some one so old and without teeth. "The tea I'd actually recommend," Merkatz mentions in between 'bites'. "Phome rare jade leafphs that made uphf a trade hub..." Swallowing, the squirrel sighs. "Before the dark timeph... before the ghophtph...." Jan 29, 2020 at 3:01 a.m.
Halyard Village: Dock Terrence dips his head, doing his best to hide the little bit of embarrassment and surprise he feels. "Ah, well. No need to thank us - but you are welcome. We did need you, I think, and you fo'h sure helped more than the rest of us did." Jan 29, 2020 at 3:05 a.m.
Dominik gives a soft grunt in acknowledgment, as his gaze returns to the path they are walking. "Hmmph. Did no more, no less than needed to. Now, ve get back, Dom needs to take bath. Is thinking there is flours in places vere flours should -not- be allowed to be going..." he replies with a smirk, as they finally approach the mountain. "Vil take Zeldove to infirmary, since is vere Dom needs to go anyvay." He pauses there, giving Terrence another glance and a nod, before he makes his way inside. Jan 29, 2020 at 3:10 a.m.
GSC: Pineforest Adrian can, surprisingly, understand this ancient creature. "...Ghosts? Wot's this about ghosts?" He's trying to keep his gaze away from that horrifying display of bug devouring. "D-did y' see these 'ghosts'? Tell us more..." Jan 29, 2020 at 3:10 a.m.
Halyard Village: Dock "Eithah way, Dom, you did good out there!" Terrence watches him enter for a moment, gazing up at the towering mountain alone... He then curses, slapping his face with his paw. "The majah!" He cries to no one in particular, turning on his heels and running back north, "He's still in bloody Halyard!" Jan 29, 2020 at 3:14 a.m.
GSC: Pineforest "Sit, sit," The squirrel waves the question away. Only once they do does he speak again. "Now, laddy-buckph, let me tell you..." Merkatz clears his throat, sending globs of phlegm and spittle in the hares general direction (unintentional, hopefully) of the hares. "Let me tell you of the horrorph we have witnepht for faar too long." He pauses, giving a light cough again. "Have you ever heard the cackle of the damned in the dead of night? Or pheen the pale flutter of a doomed phoul in the dark treeph?" Jan 29, 2020 at 3:20 a.m.
Adrian sits, and listens... He has to wipe spittle off his face with his kerchief. After those questions, he shakes his head, slowly. "Errr... Can't say as we 'ave... At least, I 'aven't. I can't speak f'r mah friend Mont 'ere..." Jan 29, 2020 at 3:22 a.m.
"PHILANPHE!" The squirrel shouts, raising his paw. "MERKATZ PHPEAKPHS!" Jan 29, 2020 at 3:23 a.m.
Monty listens as well, the smaller hare making sure to do his best to dodge the flying spittle. At the question, his expression is a serious one as he nods. "Every day, I do, mate..." he replies. "Would be a bloody surprise if I didn't see dark things floatin' around n'somesuch..." he replies, deadpan. At the shout, he merely stares at the odd squirrel. "Er, right, exactly." Jan 29, 2020 at 3:24 a.m.
The glare sent to Monty could whither an oak. "/Philanphe./" Merkatz hisses, venom dripping in his voice. "They came, three pheaphonph ago, in the dead of night..." Jan 29, 2020 at 3:26 a.m.
Adrian remains utterly silent this time. How was he to know those first two questions were *RHETORICAL*? Jan 29, 2020 at 3:28 a.m.
"It phtarted when lil' poor Timmy went miphphing..." At this, one of the mice interrupts, saying, "Jimmy, chief. 'E was my son." The look Merkatz gives the creature is even harsher than the one to Monty. "TIMMY, he waph named. Never even found his boneph... Then the necpht week another beapht from our village went mphhing, and the necpht, another..." And so on so on the old squirrel rambles on, late into the day. Jan 29, 2020 at 3:37 a.m.
RW Abbey: Bunk Room Spruce exits the Bunk Room.. Jan 29, 2020 at 4:03 a.m.
RW Abbey: Middle Dormitory Spruce heads off towards the Staircase.. Jan 29, 2020 at 4:03 a.m.
RW Abbey: Staircase Spruce moves off into the Great Hall.. Jan 29, 2020 at 4:03 a.m.
Spruce arrives from the Staircase.. Jan 29, 2020 at 4:03 a.m.
RW Abbey: Great Hall Spruce heads outside and into the Abbey Entry.. Jan 29, 2020 at 4:03 a.m.
RW Abbey: Entry Spruce walks boldly through the gates and leaves. Jan 29, 2020 at 4:04 a.m.
RW Abbey: Main Gate Spruce steps onto the road. Jan 29, 2020 at 4:04 a.m.
Path to Lapin Acres Spruce heads toward the Small Farm. Jan 29, 2020 at 4:06 a.m.
Lapin Acres: Porch Spruce heads inside the farmstead. Jan 29, 2020 at 4:10 a.m.
Lapin Acres: Main Room Spruce goes into the bedroom...maybe for a nap? Jan 29, 2020 at 4:10 a.m.
Lapin Acres: Bedroom Spruce heads into the main room. Jan 29, 2020 at 4:11 a.m.
Lapin Acres: Main Room Spruce heads out onto the porch. Jan 29, 2020 at 4:11 a.m.
Lapin Acres: Porch Spruce walks to the Path. Jan 29, 2020 at 4:11 a.m.
Western Shore Spruce wades off into the shallows. Jan 29, 2020 at 4:14 a.m.
Green Isle: Southern Shore Spitting out water the soaked, ragged from of a young squirrel crawls his way out of the vast ocean waves. "I HAVE BEEN REBORN!" The pitiful creature screams to the heavens, falling upon his back in the sand. Jan 29, 2020 at 4:49 a.m.
Western Shore Spruce heads towards the mountain. Jan 29, 2020 at 4:54 a.m.
Spruce enters the shallow area of teh sea. Jan 29, 2020 at 4:54 a.m.
Green Isle: Standing Stones Peering at the rocks surrounding him the squirrel sets a still wet paw against one of the cold monuments. "What giants placed these?" He ponders, but the unmoving stones offer no answer. Jan 29, 2020 at 4:58 a.m.
Green Isle: Southern Lake Shore "Hello?" The echo of the squirrel's vice is his only answer. He is alone in this land, for is seems no life has stirred here for many a long season, if ever. The land is devoid of movement beyond the breeze - he is alone. Jan 29, 2020 at 5:05 a.m.
/And so, the void shall consume us all./ Spruce thinks, as the world around him fades.. Jan 29, 2020 at 5:12 a.m.
GSC: Pineforest Adrian trudges south. Jan 29, 2020 at 5:33 a.m.
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