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Tale of Luminar « Result #1 Yesterday at 10:48pm »
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Welcome to whoever may read this. My name is Moifey Grubalie Dale, fifthteenth Chancellor of Luminar. This article is of my Sire, Sigurd, who wrestled the Tyranny of Terra Empire and reconquered Luminar. Talking about sires, I have become one myself. My wife has given birth to a boy. His name is Sigurd Bladden Dale. After his two grandfathers, my father Sigurd, and my wife's, Bladden. But as I was saying, let's get this story started.
Chapter One General Caimtarpy Rethanlound was in luxury. In the ending of the Terra-Luminar War, he had easily conquered many of the western coast cities. These acts had easily promoted him from Liutenant to General. But that was long ago. When Luminar had been led by the royal family, the Heruna. But all of the Heruna family had been killed in the battle of Fort Quintec. Caimtarpy shuddered at the memory of the battle. He was one of the few survivors.
Caimtarpy was a pine marten. His fur was light brown, with golden rings around his hazel eyes. He wore a short green tunic. A blue scarf wrapped around his head in a turban. His green waistsash was loosely strapped. A long curved brass sword lay in the waistsash, just itching to be used.
"Marta!", he barked, waving his right paw. An old gray vixen hobbled up. Bowing, she barked in her raspy voice, "Yes, General?" "What is my future looking like?" The old vixen was a well-reknown seer in Terra, so it wasn't strange that a general would be asking her about his future. The old vixen stooped down. Dropping her cane on the floor, her paws went to her pouch. Grabbing a small and twig, she hobbled to a chair nearby. Suddenly, the twig burst into flames. Holding to the bone over it, she watched as it turned black. Suddenly, it exploded.
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Re: Embrace the new Sun! [Continued from CoK, OPEN « Result #2 Yesterday at 10:14pm »
OOC: Darky hasn't been answering, and i haven't posted forever. Sigurds interrupting.
"Hello, Ashsrtipe, Luna", the wall seemed to snap at them. A golden fox suddenly materilized out of nowhere. His gray-green cloak was a perfect weapon. It could make the Ranger vanish into thin air. Holding out his paw, he spoke in his normal, snappy voice, "Hello, Luna Broadsword, name is Sigurd Bladedale. Honorary member of the Luminar Isle Ranger Corps. But for now, I am employed in Lord Ashstripe's service", he barked, with a nod of the head in the Badger Lord's direction.
"My lord", he said, addresing Ashstripe with a rebellious tone. "About the matter we were discussing before. When shall we head out to Luminar?" The sooner the better, that was what Sigurd thought. "Like I stated earlier, we should head out sooner than later. He will probably be healed by the time we make it." He knew Luna probably had little clue of Atticus, but hey, that wasn't in his assignment. It was to reunite Ashstripe with his son.
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Re: Mercy Winterpelt « Result #4 Yesterday at 4:26pm »
Ahem. It's nice, but you need at least 5 sentences in Personality-you only have two. History needs 8 sentences-again, you have two. Fix it and I'll check it over again. ^^
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Re: On Manliness « Result #5 Yesterday at 2:59pm »
Basically, if you've got a problem with something or someone, take care of it in an appropriate way. If the problem is someone beating up your friend, then Manliness demands that you act accordingly. But if the problem is something like a person cutting you off on the road or someone taking the last bag of chips, then take it like a man and don't lose your cool.
The people I generally find the least Manly are the ones who are willing to step up and "defend" themselves in the smallest and least-threatening situations, but won't lift a finger when it counts. Also people who look down their noses at everything really get a negative rating of Manliness.
Remember, a person who has the ability to endure is stronger than the person who cannot. If you can take a punch to the gut, then maybe that's the best thing to do: just take it like a man. But there is absolutely no reason to let someone walk all over you. Stand up for yourself, and do it in a Manly way!
What's more awesome? Knocking someone out before they have a chance to hurt you? Or taking the punch to the face smiling at your assailant, and then knocking them out?
Of course, you must act differently for every situation. Sometimes, the Manliest way to deal with something can be very surprising.
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Re: Sweet little fishy makes yummy lunch! « Result #6 Yesterday at 9:09am »
Rogg was disappointed that the stiletto had not found the monitor's skull, but destroying her paw was possibly enough to give the mercenary the upper paw. The young otter jumped back form the furious monitor was struck by Renny's blade, this gave Rogg a vital second that he needed to recover his wits to an extent. The big otter held his left arm up placing pressure on the ghastly wound with his right paw, attempting to staunch the flow of blood, he knew he must bandage it soon, or the damage might be permanent. This gave him even more motivation to finish the battle sooner, rather then later.
Not bothering to replace his dagger he advanced upon the monitor when she began to flail out her claws and her gleaming blade. This was apparently her last moments, the final stage of the fight. Rogg was no longer in the fray for the excitement of it, the monitor was a tough creature and she was a threat to the otters' lives. It was time for her to die. With his twin blades flourishing like a windmill of death, he attacked the lizard, not minding the slashes that her katana inflicted on his large form, that was unnecessary, simply attacking was the mercenary otter's tactic, simple attack. Rogg swing his blades all around at the monitor, not aiming his blows precisely, letting them fall where they may, he was only providing the power that they needed to inflict damage on the scaly body.
With Renny in the fight now, the lizard would fall soon, she must, Rogg did not know how much longer he could keep up the furious attacks up. The young otter was starting to not being able to feel his wounded arm, and that was not good. This must end soon or he might not survive this single battle....
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Re: Sweet little fishy makes yummy lunch! « Result #8 Yesterday at 8:33am »
Attack!!! Attack!!!
Azalea saw the stiletto coming on a dangerous path to her head only moments before it struck. She was too late to do anything but fling up a scaly paw, which the dangerous dagger-like weapon went right through. Blood began to flow from the injury and, before she could do anything else, she felt a sharp pain across her left side.
Renny's blade hadn't done anything too serious, merely leaving a fine line of blood across her side. But her left paw was absolutely useless, pouring blood, and she glared hatred at the two otters before she lunged.
The lizard slashed with both the useless paw and the good one, kicking out and snapping at both. Reaching for a katana, she then slashed madly at the two.
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Re: Sweet little fishy makes yummy lunch! « Result #9 Yesterday at 7:54am »
Renny still stood watching the battle ensue. He watched as the Lizard attacked Rogg. Rogg wasn't fairing very well now. Renny then convinced himself, ok...now was the time to jump in as Rogg brought out a knife and tried to drive it into the Lizard's skull yelling at him.
"Attack!!! Attack!!!"
Renny ran forward. He couldn't yet Rogg die. With his Katana in his left paw, Renny charged toward the Lizard's side. He lept into the air, his blade aimed to sweep down along the under side of the Lizard's arm and down it's side. He then lept back beside Rogg, his blade ready to par any attack that was aimed him or Rogg.
Memories flooded Renny's mind was he stood beside Rogg, his blade at the ready. His mind thought back to the fights at his Holt. Him standing the same way he was now, but beside his father, fending off all attackers. The fire of battle began to tingle through his veins. If this Lizard would fight, then killing was completely necessary. He gripped his blade tighter as his mind came back to reality, ready to face any blow from this opponent.
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Re: On Manliness « Result #10 Yesterday at 2:07am »
Down with Chuck Norris
In all seriousness, though, yer basically right. It's like those Rebel arseholes who aren't actually...rebelling against anything at all, except maybe teachers. Rebellion is good at times, but it doesn't equal smoking and beating people up.
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On Manliness « Result #11 Yesterday at 12:38am »
I suppose this is the correct pace to put this, though I believe it is important for everyone to see. This thread is about true Manliness; about what Manliness really is. There has been much confusion about what Manliness is, so I'll do my best to clear all of it up.
You may wonder, what gives me the right to decide what Manliness is? I don't decide what it is, I merely know. I have drawn from such sources as Captain Falcon, Chuck Norris, Mr. T, and a few others. Through all of my research and inquiries, I have come up with an easy way to explain true Manliness. That way is listing off some simple facts about Manliness. For instance:
Bragging is not manly. Showing off isn't either.
Actions speak louder than words. Just look at Captain Falcon or Chuck Norris.
Taking yourself too seriously is a big no-no for Manliness.
Being polite and considerate to others is generally Manly (though there are some exceptions).
Profanity is NOT Manly. At all.
Doing things in awesome, almost-flamboyant ways can be Manly. Just don't be over the top.
A true man is honor-bound.
Being called Manly is a great compliment. But if you notice that a female owns several Manly qualities (not in appearance, of course), be considerate and just call her awesome.
Wearing pink is usually Unmanly but if you can pull off being Manly while wearing pink, you are very Manly. Just look at Captain Falcon when he wears pink.
Bringing rainclouds on someone's fun just to be a jerk is Unmanly.
Now, those are just a few of the many facts regarding Manliness. In case you're wondering, I also evaluate Manliness. Unfortunately, I must know a good deal about whatever is to be evaluated before I come to any sort of conclusion. So, if you would like me to evaluate how Manly you are or something else is, let me know and I will do my best.
I will leave you with a video song that resonates Manliness.
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Re: Sweet little fishy makes yummy lunch! « Result #12 on Dec 25, 2009, 8:02pm »
Rogg was nearly consumed by the anger and hate directed at the lizard and it clouded his vision, making the mercenary otter's site into a dark tunnel centered on the monitor. He did not care if his attacker responded to his shouts, on with the fighting he thought. This was one of the longest battles that the young otter had fought in quite some time and he was getting tired, but the hate kept him on his paws. Rogg's instincts told him that the battle would be over soon though, he could last another few minutes, yes, just a few more moments and it would be over.
As the monitor charged, Rogg inhaled deeply and readied himself for the impact of the lizard colliding with him. But she did not run into the young otter, she attacked the otter with her claws. He did not expect this, creatures going up empty-pawed against the mercenary were a rarity and he did not know how to respond for a split second. He reacted with pure reflex, no thought, and brought up his left arm to block the blow that was incoming. Then he remembered that he was not wearing armor. Oh yotz. The mercenary otter gave a enraged growl as the sharp claws tore into his flesh, blood sprayed out, and he grabbed at his wounded arm, mouth hanging open as he stared at the blood pouring from the wound. He nearly forgot about the lizard but then the young otter instinctively raised his blade to deflect one clawed attack only to feel the pain of the other claw biting into the other side of his chest. This was not good, if he did not attack her very promptly, he might not survive. The monitor was too close to use his sword to it's full power so he grabbed his stiletto from the back of his belt with his left paw while at the same time yelling at Renny. "Attack!!! Attack!!!" The young otter then raised his dagger and plunged it down at the top of the monster's head, hopefully the monitor did not inflict more damage before her life was ended with a dagger in her skull....
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Re: Green Isle « Result #13 on Dec 25, 2009, 7:27pm »
Well thats true that Green Isle is not where otters are from, my bad sorry. But Ireland is called 'The Green Isle' and the otters from there speak with an Irish accent and they fight for their Independence so I'm pretty sure it represents Ireland.
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Re: Sweet little fishy makes yummy lunch! « Result #14 on Dec 25, 2009, 3:39pm »
You stupid tralk!! Do you really think that you can defeat me?!? I have never been defeated in battle!! There is no hope for you to survive this encounter!! If you keep this up, it will be your last sunrise!!
The lizard swung her scaled tail, eyes burning with rage and fixed easily on the form of the mercenary otter. An eerie grin split her muzzle, and the long claws flexed easily, showing their dangerous shining white tips.
Renny was still standing there like an idiot; Azalea ignored him and, with a lash of her tail, launched herself at Rogg with a vicious snarl, claws flexing and reaching out to tear into the torso of the river otter before they withdrew and lashed out at his face and arms.
Her diamond-hard, gray-green scales didn't even glint in the half-light of the sunset. The smoke had all but completely disappated and she could see and fight effectively again.
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Re: Sweet little fishy makes yummy lunch! « Result #15 on Dec 25, 2009, 10:08am »
"You stupid tralk!! Do you really think that you can defeat me?!? I have never been defeated in battle!! There is no hope for you to survive this encounter!! If you keep this up, it will be your last sunrise!!".....
Renny shook his head. Rogg was an O.K. beast, but he was indeed a bit hard-headed when it came to losing. (( It's not at you personally Rogg, just the way he responded is all..you still cool! ))
The battle was getting rough. Devastating blows were made on both sides. Renny didn't like it, but he didn't know what to do! He couldn't get involved now! The battle was too intense. Renny gripped his sword tighter, wincing at the blows that cut deep into the flesh. What could he do?
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Daniel "The Galloglaich" « Result #20 on Dec 24, 2009, 4:06pm »
Name: Daniel Nicknames/Aliases: The Galloglaich (Pronounced "Gallow-Glass." It means 'young foreign warrior' in old Irish/Celtic) Gender: Male Age: 21 (In his prime) Species: River Otter Occupation: Daniel has no official or specific occupation, though he considers himself a professional warrior.
Physical Appearance:
General-- Daniel has a larger frame than most otters, and he has built a very strong body on said frame. He is not only strong, but also agile. This lends him a more noticeable presence among other otters. In contrast, his face is only slightly good-looking, and looks much like any otter's face would. His eyes are what makes his face very distinguishable. They are a very deep green/brown. In the sunlight, they take a more greenish hue, but in darker areas, they look brown. He has no tattoos, but a small scar runs down the back his right paw where he took a cut from an enemy's dagger. Daniel has a very fit and capable look to him, and his face seems to say, "I'm here if anybeast needs help."
Attire-- Daniel dons simple clothing: a blue, sleeveless shirt and a shoulder-strap that he can sheathe his staff into on his back.
Possessions:
Daniel wields a very strong hardwood staff that stands just slightly taller than himself. Other than that, he has only a bag for essentials and the clothes on his back.
Personality:
Daniel is a happier beast than some would think at first. He, above all else, is a complete goofball. He loves fun and adventure, even more than he loves laughing and joking. At first glance, he would seem like a serious and nonsocial beast, but he is quite the opposite. Daniel will throw out wisecracks and jokes completely out of nowhere, if just to get a response from another beast. While he can be serious if the situation calls for it, he mostly likes to take a light approach to situations. He is also much more clever and crafty than most would give him credit for.
Strengths:
Very strong and fit. Very clever. Is good at making others smile. Generally kind and helpful. Quite a terror in battle.
Weaknesses:
Constantly lost in thought. Can be lazy and may want to avoid work. A complete goofball. He can get on somebeasts' nerves. Has trouble controlling himself, which leads some to believe he is immature. Can have trouble paying attention.
History/Background:
Daniel was born in the south to an average river otter holt. He grew up normally and lived a nice, average life. When he was old enough, he proved to his parents that he could handle himself on his own. He promised to visit and bring back interesting tales and maybe even a bride. After much hugging and paw-shaking, Daniel took off northward.
Eventually, Daniel somehow found himself in the northern mountains among mountain hares. The hares were in a small campaign against some vermin and Daniel offered to help out. They noticed that he had immense talent in combat, and trained him in the use of the staff Daniel had brought with him. He already had some knowledge of how to fight with it, but the training the hares offered him gave him much more skill. Daniel turned out to be instrumental in their campaign, and the hares honored him with the title "Galloglaich." The title meant young, foreign warrior. Daniel happily took the name and left for other areas. After hearing about Redwall Abbey from the mountain hares, he decided to pay the place a visit.
Relationships:
Daniel has his family back home, which he plans on visiting sometime. He made some good friends among the mountain hares, too. He hopes he will meet his future wife sometime soon. Etc.
Other
Like every otter, Daniel loves his shrimp an' hotroop soup. He loves swimming and laughing almost as much, but his true love is having fun and adventuring.
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Redwall Minutes Game « Result #21 on Dec 24, 2009, 2:45pm »
This is generally only a game you play on forums... so we'll play it here... Yeah. The way it works is I post a bunch of possibilities to a scenario. The possibilities are listed by minutes in an hour. You post, and check what minute of the hour you posted. Whatever the minute of your post is, that's what possibility you get. Simple, right?
There MAY be spoilers. Most likely not, though. I'll try to eliminate them
The scenario: You wake up in your home one spring morning and walk outside into the woodlands. The first thing you see is:
00/60: Cluny the Scourge and his horde charging you. 01: Redwall Abbey in the glory of the morning. 02: Slagar the Cruel and his crew about to take you as a slave. 03: Lord Brocktree challenging you to a paw-gripping contest. 04: Basil Stag Hare marching into your home, going straight for your breakfast. 05: You fall straight into the Great Inland Sea and find yourself staring straight into the Deepcoiler's face. (Not the best place for a home, eh?) 06: Tons of starving hares bounding up and asking you for vittles. 07: The Taggerung tracking some vermin. 08: Martin the Warrior inviting you to fight along side him in a battle. 09: Boar the Fighter possessed by the Bloodwrath. 10: Ungatt Trunn and his Blue Hordes marching straight for your home. 11: A very hungry Gulo the Savage staring at you... 12: Ferahgo the Assassin eying you menacingly as he draws his blade. 13: Castle Kotir brooding over the woodlands. 14: Cap'n Tramun Clogg laughing as his crew take you as an oar slave. 15: The sword of Martin sticking in the earth, ready for you to wield it... 16: An army of hares awaiting your command. 17: The Wild King MacPhearsome soaring overhead, calling a good morning to you. 18: A bunch of Dibbuns running all over the place. 19: Redwall creatures inviting you to an awesome feast! 20: Too many crows to count, waiting for you to move... 21: King Bucko Bigbones challenging you for his crown. 22: Asmodeus Poisonteeth staring at you. 23: Myriads of swarming, angry wasps... 24: Snow covering the woodlands... What?! Snow in the SPRING?! (Happened in Texas.) 25: Tons of Badger treasure just piled up in front of your home 26: Emperor Ublaz Madeyes staring at you. 27: Finnbarr Galedeep beckoning you to join him on a voyage. 28: A really big scorpion crawling around. 29: A huge, fierce, and epic battle raging. 30: Several Redwallers having a picnic-feast near your home. 31: The Dirgecallers snooping around your home. 32: Boar the Fighter asking you what you'd like your weapon to be as he pounds star-metal at a forge randomly right by your home. 33: For some reason, your home is on top of the River Moss. There are pikes in the water below... 34: Squirrels climbing trees and otters throwing javelins at targets. 35: Your home has been ransacked while you slept. 36: There are tons of excellent weapons lying about on the ground. 37: Everything is completely normal. 38: The sun rising in a glorious display. 39: Boorab the Fool wondering by. 40: A bunch of moles building some structure, presumably a new home for you. 41: Matthias asking you which way to the stone quarry. 42: Tons of shrews arguing noisily by your home. That's probably what woke you up. 43: That you overslept and the day has been creeping by as you were asleep. 44: That it's only 2:00 AM in the morning and you wonder why you got out of bed. 45: Damug Warfang threatening to burn down your house. 46: The Gloomer creeping towards you. 47: Your favorite Redwall character walking up to you and saying hello. 48: Nothing. Your sight has left temporarily. 49: That it's going to be a lovely day. 50: Vallug Bowbeast pointing a notched arrow in your direction. 51: Your vermin horde is ready to move. 52: That it's going to be one of those really bad days. 53: Every major Redwall villain about to attack you. 54: Every Redwall Hero inviting you to accompany them on an adventure. 55: It's raining really, really hard. You get stuck in the mud. 56: Cluny the Scourge telling you to get in line among his vermin horde. 57: The Painted Ones are your new neighbors. 58: Adders have decided to live in your home. 59: You've been invited to become a Redwaller.
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Re: Alone in the Woods (Open) (I hope this is fine « Result #22 on Dec 24, 2009, 2:24pm »
Rogg was beginning to come back to his senses, though he was confused why the female otter had attacked the marten. Was this normal behavior for her? The mercenary otter knew the wonderful feeling of silently slaying creatures, or a chaotic battle, but he never attacked random creatures he met. Maybe the other otter was a little bit mental, but that was offset by her skill with the weapon that she used and her perfectly shaped face and her.... Rogg snapped himself out of his trance and nearly screamed at the pair of creatures that were fighting. "Stop frelling fighting!! It's getting frelling annoying. Just stop your frelling pie-holes from speaking so I can tell you what I want!!" He was becoming very frustrated with the way that the events were unfolding. This was not normal for the otter. He was used to straight forward battles and underpaw dealings, not diplomacy with fools. This was going to be interesting.
"Mah repu'ation seems t'be procedin' me. Wot a wonderful way t'be descibed, eh? 'Cruel an' ruthless'? Ah think Ah'm ha-fennded. Ah'm no that bad, y'ken? Ah've got a heart 'side mah chest, now don' Ah? Ah'm hardly ruthless." "Oriana Greenleaf, at yore service, mercenary hare an' 'ardly th'ruthless beast ye make me seem, sirrah! Yore right on one matter, though. Ah was born in th'Northlands, but Ah don' sound like it b'cause o'mah travels, ye ken? Ah've got a bit o'it all, wot! Bit o'mountain hare, bit o'otter, bit o'squirrel, bit o'vole, but mostly Northlander, eh wot? Quite a fine mix, if'n ye ask me! But anyways, matey, wot got it into yore 'ead tha' we'd be mates, eh? Jus' curious, no saying we can't, ye ken. Jus' wanted t'know. Ah'm quite th'curious beast!"
Rogg was still hiding behind the tree when he heard the hare's voice. Orina Greenleaf? The otter had never actually heard of her, but she seemed quite obsessed with being known far and wide, but he had nothing to lose so he played along with her. But 'Ah bit o'otter', that was just plain lunacy. Rogg had never really liked hares, there inability to concentrate, the way they spoke, he realized that he had never met a hare he actually liked. He shook his head and scratched his whiskers, that was quite strange. He had met vermin that he liked, but never a hare... strange.
Now, how to deal with them, especially the hare. She looked like a capable beast, and well, capable was a threat. But there was still no need to make the meeting violent, so he peeped around the tree half expecting to see an arrow flying toward him, but lucially there was not. He then spoke in a slightly world-weary voice. "Well, um... I'm glad to meet you Orion, I'm Rogg Streambattle. Can you get those two to stop fighting 'cause I really need a friend not a half of a friend." He eyed the female otter and a shiver went down his spine. She was just so beautiful...
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Re: Alone in the Woods (Open) (I hope this is fine « Result #23 on Dec 24, 2009, 1:42pm »
Oriana smiled cheerfully, and plopped down in the snow. Leaning back, with her paws behind her head, the hare pressed an image of herself into the snow. "Well, me mates, this's 'bout as much fun as Ah've gotten in a long time, eh? Keep it'up, this'n fight is jolly h'amusing, wot!" Still smiling, the black hare closed her eyes, thinking back to what the other mercenary had said.
Oraina Greenleaf? I've heard of her, a cruel and ruthless beast, loves to wear black. I also heard that she's from the Northlands. But thats about all I know about her. I have never met her, but if I ever came across her I'm sure we would just be great friends.
Ah wonder....should Ah tell 'em who Ah am? Ah'd love t'see the look on his face! But...mebbe Ah should wait abit. But...nae, Ah've got t'progress, and Ah doubt that Ah'll get anywhere just by pretendin' that Ah'm somebeast else, ya know? The hare opened one eye to stare at the other mercenary coldly. She didn't want to spoil the fun by telling who she was, but she also really wanted to give that Rogg a fright. So, maybe the pros outweighed the cons....
She spoke up loudly, making sure that Rogg could hear her. "Mah repu'ation seems t'be procedin' me. Wot a wonderful way t'be descibed, eh? 'Cruel an' ruthless'? Ah think Ah'm ha-fennded. Ah'm no that bad, y'ken? Ah've got a heart 'side mah chest, now don' Ah? Ah'm hardly ruthless." She winked, and then opened her other eye and stood up quickly, with a salute.
"Oriana Greenleaf, at yore service, mercenary hare an' 'ardly th'ruthless beast ye make me seem, sirrah! Yore right on one matter, though. Ah was born in th'Northlands, but Ah don' sound like it b'cause o'mah travels, ye ken? Ah've got a bit o'it all, wot! Bit o'mountain hare, bit o'otter, bit o'squirrel, bit o'vole, but mostly Northlander, eh wot? Quite a fine mix, if'n ye ask me! But anyways, matey, wot got it into yore 'ead tha' we'd be mates, eh? Jus' curious, no saying we can't, ye ken. Jus' wanted t'know. Ah'm quite th'curious beast!"
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Re: Hello hello! « Result #25 on Dec 24, 2009, 1:13pm »
Same here. And don't worry: I'm a complete goofball, so I think I'll fit right in.
Call me whatever you want: Daniel, Dan, Danny, Danny-Boy, Danno, Dan-Dan, Dans, Danz, Danriel, D, D-Man, The Dan, Daniel-san, Dan-san, Dan'ika, Dan'buir.
... Actually, just call me Daniel or Dan, if you will.
Can't wait to dive into this here forum. In fact, I'll start making my first character right away! Oh, and yes, I am very dedicated to manliness. Can you guess why I have Captain Falcon as my avatar?
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