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The Sun Sail From outside:Lutea has arrived. Jul 11, 2019 at 2:40 a.m.
From outside:Lutea heads out to the endless sea. Jul 11, 2019 at 2:40 a.m.
From outside:Juniper has arrived. Aug 20, 2019 at 4:18 p.m.
From outside:Lutea has arrived. Aug 20, 2019 at 5:57 p.m.
From outside:Lutea has arrived. Sep 3, 2019 at 12:04 a.m.
From outside:Lutea heads toward shore. Sep 3, 2019 at 12:04 a.m.
From outside:Lutea has arrived. Sep 3, 2019 at 12:04 a.m.
From outside:Lutea heads toward shore. Sep 3, 2019 at 12:04 a.m.
Learning to read has been a slow, difficult, and arduous process for Lutea - and this likely goes double for the one teaching her. But those long months at sea, and the respites in towns and villages in between, have left the Taggerung with enough literacy to assist in poring through Sailcloth's generous collection. It is, of course, slow going for the warrior, and long silences are often punctuated by soft, embarrassed taps at Juniper's shoulder in sheepish requests for clarification or help with pronunciations - but she's trying. "Blood an' brine - well, that's somethin' with the sea of course. Bu' we can't know where th'father lived if we don't know th'son, an'... Bah." Frustrated, the otter flops back onto a plush mound of pillows, careful not to scatter any of the maps laying around. Sep 3, 2019 at 12:23 a.m.
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A legend born of blood and brine, Sep 3, 2019 at 12:23 a.m.
The son's own star would come to shine. Sep 3, 2019 at 12:23 a.m.
Though known for walls of peace and red, Sep 3, 2019 at 12:23 a.m.
Turn your sights elsewhere instead. Sep 3, 2019 at 12:23 a.m.
Near or far, you must nonetheless roam, Sep 3, 2019 at 12:23 a.m.
To the salt soaked rocks the father once called home. Sep 3, 2019 at 12:23 a.m.
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Juniper looks over her shoulder as the other ottermaid flops back. Her nose wrinkles and she smiles, eyes tracing back to the parchment. "Perhaps it means wherever... they got the stone for their abbey? Would that be the father of an abbey?" Her brow furrows. "I like solid logic. Studied fact. Riddles? I'm not one for riddles," the sun otter admits with an annoyed chuff. "But is the abbey made of sea stone?" Her mind slugs back into the murky depths of wordplay. "You know, if we offer a seasons worth o'rum to the beast who can solve this, we wouldn't have t'do any work other than hand over rum." Sep 3, 2019 at 12:28 a.m.
"I like th'way yer brain works." Lutea grins, pushing herself upright in order to press her wide nose against her mate's cheek. "Bu'...Abbey - y'mean Redwall Abbey? I been t'Redwall - s'not made of sea stones..." She begins to rifle through tomes once more, until she plucks one shoddily bound piece from the pile. "This'uns about Redwall." The first page of the work contains a beautifully inked portrait of a mouse in armor. "Looks like th'mouse on their fancy tapestry." She comments, tilting her head. Her father spent some of his youth living at Redwall, but Lutea's visit was brief. "Still no sea stone." Sep 3, 2019 at 12:33 a.m.
Juniper fluffs out a little as she's nosed. "Buh!" the sun priestess squirms, shaking off the sudden, please jolt with a smile. "No sea stone. But the Redwall bit is the only thing that makes sense." Her blunt claw taps the line about peace and walls of red. "It has to be, right? I..." Juniper eyes the paper brought out be Lutea. "Is the mouse the father?" she wonders out loud. "Maybe the son is Redwall and the father is whatever beast built it." But then Juniper's face crunches into a frown. "But no /one/ beast made Redwall... That's impossible." Sep 3, 2019 at 12:42 a.m.
Holding the book, Lutea curls close to Juniper, face screwed up as she tries to remember her time there. "Maybe he founded th'place?" She begins to thumb carefully through pages. "It should talk about 'em, shouldn't it? He's on th'bloomin' cover." Unfortunately, the book lacks illustrations beyond that on the first page, and the otter quickly grows impatient trying to find the right words. "Heeeeelp." She moans piteously, falling sideways into Juniper's lap with exaggerated dramatics. "Yer champions been bested!" Sep 3, 2019 at 12:47 a.m.
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The book spends a brief chapter summarizing Martin the Warrior's adventures: the battle with Tsarmina, journeys across Mossflower, etc. It goes on to conclude: "Martin the Warrior, Son of Luke the Warrior, beloved of Laterose of Noonvale, co-founded Redwall Abbey alongside Abbess Germaine, and proved to be a beast of true heart and peace as well as a skilled warrior. After his death, he was buried underneath the stairs that connect Great Hall and Cavern Hole within the Abbey. Though Martin never married and left no blood descendants, his spirit has often guided Redwall's questors, warriors and maidens." Sep 3, 2019 at 12:57 a.m.
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"You flop like a wet sack of flour," Juniper teases as she sits back to give the other more room. Once settled, she bends forward to pick the book up gently. "Let me see." It takes a while for Juniper to flip through the book. At first, yes, she's looking for pictures that might clue her in, but eventually she simply begins to read. "Lu," she says, nudging the otter in her lap. "Here. Read this. It mentions a son and father." Her tail is always wiggling a little behind her as she turns the book so Lutea can see it properly. Sep 3, 2019 at 1:05 a.m.
Relieved of her book duties, the wet sack of flour gives a happy, satisfied hum deep in her throat. "I been bested." She explains, eyes fluttering shut as she nestles against her mate's lap, letting her do the heavy thinking. But she is moved to sit up and look at Juniper's urging. Her mouth moves as she silently sounds out the words, but when she finishes, she nods. "So Luke is th'father an' Martin is th'son?" She pushes herself upright proper, kisses Juniper on the forehead, and then hollers back into the main cottage: "Sailcloth! Sailcloth, you ever head of a 'Luke th'Warrior'?" Sep 3, 2019 at 1:09 a.m.
"Luke the Warrior?" Sailcloth responds as he slowly makes his way into the library. He gives a wizened grin and toddles towards the shelves that line the small room. "Now, there is not much that I have on Luke... But I /do/ remember -" He runs a paw over the spines of countless books as he speaks. "- A passage about him in a scroll detailing the life of his famed son. Hmmm... Ah! Yes, here it is - my dears, I'm afraid that I have lost some height in my years - would you mind?" He looks towards the two otters, regretfully, smiling softly as he points to a scroll just out of the vole's reach. Sep 3, 2019 at 1:09 a.m.
"I've never heard of him," Juniper admits. But this is a promising lead and she looks up to Sailcloth hopefully. "So they're... legends? Or real, I suppose riddles don't care either way?" There is a proud look in her eye at the other and she motions for the younger beast to go hope. "Flop over that way, yeh bravem reading flour sack." As soon as Lutea is up, Juniper stands and stretches, keeping the riddle close. "Does it say where Luke was from?" Sep 3, 2019 at 1:20 a.m.
"Me neither." Lutea agrees, obediently moving to the indicated shelf. She plucks the scroll from it and unfurls it, offering it out to Sailcloth. He adjusts the spectacles at the tip of his muzzle and wets his lips as he reads... And then smiles. "Ah, yes. There is it, my dear." Lutea holds the scroll close to her nose as she reads "...After his family was driven out of St. Nin... Ninians? St. Ninans by Greeneyes, Luke and his family settled in caves along the Western Shore. Luke left his son with his sword, and sailed away in search of revenge against the stoat that ended his wife's life. Martin was raised thereafter by -" She pauses, scanning it silently. "Don't talk about th'father anymore. Is that it, then? Some caves on th'Western Shore? That fit th'riddle?" Sep 3, 2019 at 1:25 a.m.
Juniper places a webbed paw on Lutea's shoulder, that prideful smile pushing more firmly on her muzzle. "Okay! Wow, alright. I think..." She shoots her gaze to Sailcloth, still unable to hide the pride that swells within her. "Looks like Lutea solved it!" Juniper proclaims. "Now we just... have to find a cave. Of the thousands of sea caves. Aheh." The sandy blonde creature scratches at the back of her neck. "No more information to gleam outta this riddle, is there? Awful /vague/ answer, isn't it?" Sep 3, 2019 at 1:36 a.m.
"Me? Hardly." Lutea laughs, clumsily re-rolling the scroll and handing it back to Sailcloth. He patiently unrolls and re-rolls her shoddy handiwork. "So! Luke's Caves, eh? Well, I don't have too much information on that here, but... Well - I do have maps! So many maps. So /very/ many maps - I'm sure one of them is up to date! Hah!" The old vole seems invigorated by this quest he's sending them on. Invigorated by memories that still bring him warmth in his old age - he will always have the soul of an adventurer, Sailcloth. "Riddles - ahah! Wonderful, I cannot imagine what awaits you there - perhaps more vague answers?" He laughs. "As is the way with riddles, I'm afraid." Lutea looks to Juniper. "Looks like we'll be back on th'seas soon, m'love." Sep 3, 2019 at 1:43 a.m.
Juniper snorts a laugh at the vole and wags her head. "Didn't beasts all those eons ago have anything better t'do than write riddles?" But maps? That is an easy to follow path of logic. The otter puts down the riddle, which in her opinion has now been declared solved, and starts to rummage. "If all we can find is a paragraph on this Luke fellow, what are the odds some beast will have marked his home cave? I barely even remember what hut I was born in and I'm pretty sure it's still around." Sep 3, 2019 at 1:56 a.m.
"Think about how borin' their lives were?" Lutea chuckles, patting Sailcloth on the back. "You'd know though, eh?" He swats at her with a huff. "Careful, painted one, or I'll use your rudder as a doorstop!" The Taggerung grins, stooping to move some books from his path and offer him an arm to lean on as he shuffles back towards his cottage proper. There is a patience and gentleness to her as she helps her old friend, a side of her that is not often seen. "You are welcome to any of my maps, of course. Maps are meant to be used! To guide the way and give hope and order when there seems to be none left in the world. Maps are not books, meant to be kept as prisoners to be visited at your whim." He tells them as she helps him out of the library. "Maps - maps are the adventurer's companion. And you, my dears - you are a pair of adventurers. I would envy you if I had not lived this life already. Ah! The salt, the wind... You have a journey ahead of you." He pauses, and Lutea pauses with him. "Juniper, Prieste Sep 3, 2019 at 2:03 a.m.
"Juniper, Priestess of Sol... You give this old vole hope. I feel ten seasons younger, it's been so long since I've felt the light of Sol this pure." He lays a paw against Lutea's cheek. "This is a flame you must fan and feed. Make sure her brightness never dulls." Sep 3, 2019 at 2:04 a.m.
From outside:You head out toward the endless sea. Sep 5, 2019 at 4:26 p.m.
From outside:Endless Sea (F9) Sep 5, 2019 at 4:26 p.m.
From outside:Under the leaden weight of the sky the golden music of the waves is tarnished, the white waves pacing back and forth under the lights radiating above in the sky. The ship flies through the heaven of blue waters. Sep 5, 2019 at 4:26 p.m.
From outside:Exits: [M]ist [I]sle, [N]orth, [S]outh, [Sh]allows, [W]est Sep 5, 2019 at 4:26 p.m.
From outside:You go West. Sep 5, 2019 at 4:26 p.m.
From outside:Endless Sea (F8) Sep 5, 2019 at 4:26 p.m.
From outside:Exits: [S]outh, [T]owards a set of [I]slands, [N]orth, [P]innacle, [E]ast, [W]est Sep 5, 2019 at 4:26 p.m.
From outside:You go West. Sep 5, 2019 at 4:26 p.m.
From outside:Endless Sea (F7) Sep 5, 2019 at 4:26 p.m.
From outside:The waves clamber the loudening shores, flogged by the coming of a future storm. Mountains rolling across the deep the waves splash frothingly white. The sea, holding in its embrace a number of small islands, flashes like a needle in the faint sunlight, while the waves biting at the shores foam white with froth as they show their teeth like white buds.. Sep 5, 2019 at 4:26 p.m.
From outside:Exits: [S]outh[W]est, [S]outh, [N]orth, [E]ast, [W]est Sep 5, 2019 at 4:26 p.m.
From outside:You go West. Sep 5, 2019 at 4:27 p.m.
From outside:Endless Sea (F6) Sep 5, 2019 at 4:27 p.m.
From outside:Far out from shore, land still visible in the distance, the waves in this part of the ocean barely roll at all. The present calm belies the power of the ocean as just beneath its surface sand, rocks, and wood, are carried to and fro. Sep 5, 2019 at 4:27 p.m.
From outside:Exits: [S]outh, [N]orth, [E]ast, [W]est Sep 5, 2019 at 4:27 p.m.
Lutea heads off. Oct 9, 2019 at 3:11 p.m.
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