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Post by delerix on Apr 15, 2013 20:58:01 GMT -5
Following beside the rat Inktail can't help but node as he follows alongside Jellal. He had followed for the same reasons that Jellal had left, something about DeathFang just scared him and gave him a really bad feeling. Likely the whole escapee bit, Inktail was less than fond of the though that the Mossguard may pass through and take him for some runaway hordebeast.
"I hear ya mate," he responds, just as quietly "but no need to go slinking off, like I said my den's not to far off, and more importantly anybeast who just went through that kind of close-encounter with the River deserves something to calm the nerves. I happen to have a barrel of October ale that'll sort that out before you can twitch a whisker." Inktail grins and starts to head off the path, "if you care to join me that is?"
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Post by unknownsoldier on Apr 15, 2013 21:10:32 GMT -5
"October....ale? Sorry to say, but I never heard of it." Jellal says honestly. He thought he might as well be honest with Inktail a bit. Though a bit of a chance to get rid of some of that fear of drowning would help to. The fear was quite still in his mind, which scared him slightly.
He finally reached the spot from where he dropped his pack. He picked it up and shouldered it. "But yeah, sure, I'll go with you to your den. Is October Ale any good?" Jellal asked Inktail while turning to look at him.
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Post by delerix on Apr 15, 2013 21:25:26 GMT -5
Inktail grinned as Jellal picked up his pack and asked his question, happily clapping him on the shoulder.
"October ale, aye it's good, a while that way" he waves a paw the way they came along the river "is an Abbey, known for their hospitality, brews the best drinks that can be found. October Ale is one of their specialties. Nice, dark, smooth as silk, and all the best tastes of Autumn you can fit in an ale."
Inktail nods as he finishes his statement, and continues towards his den.
"Glad you said yes, in your state it'd not have been right to leave you on your own, not if the mossguard is still after that wildcat. If they're on the trail of a murderer and out for blood what they'd do to a rat, or weasel for that matter, doesn't bear thinking of."
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Post by unknownsoldier on Apr 15, 2013 21:39:22 GMT -5
"Sounds good....might've been a good choice to go with you." Jellal says while walking with him. He also did not want to find out what would've happened if this Mossguard came around. It sounded like a group of woodlanders, and sound almost fanatical. This was a very dangerous combo, his foster father always told him to beware beasts who were fanatical.
"Who are these Mossguard fellows anyways? They kinda sound like a group of fanatics if you ask me." Jellal says to Inktail. Always good to ask for info on subjects that are regarded highly. Though this talk of a Abbey sounds interesting, and there well known for their hospitality. He was really torn if he should pinch a few things from there...but it just thought wrong with him.
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Post by delerix on Apr 15, 2013 21:53:53 GMT -5
Inktail shakes his head and continues onwards, leading Jellal to his den
"I can't say I know much really, I've steered clear of anyone with a chip on their shoulder concerning those born with a bad reputation. I can't say as they'd be overly fanatical, more likely it's being wary, I mean let's face it, the reputation is there for a reason."
With a smirk Inktail looks about the area, grinning as he begins to recognize the lay of the land.
"I'm glad to help out Jellal, not far now, my place's not much but I get the feeling that in shelter away from the river will be more than comfortable enough for you." He says with a lightly teasing chuckle.
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Post by unknownsoldier on Apr 15, 2013 22:19:59 GMT -5
"Yes, ha ha, very funny. Anyways....do you...mostly fish around here for a living? Don't mean to pry and all." Jellal asks Inktail. He could tell there were somewhat away from the river, which was a slight relief. Maybe some rest would be good considering his recent string of bad luck travelling.
"Probably a good idea to rest. I kinda had a small string of bad luck getting here." Jellal says with a slight sad tone now. "It almost made me doubt this whole trip. Getting here was kinda scary, considering I traveled by ship to get here to Mossflower." Jellal says while remembering the horrific journey on the merchant ship, which he loathed so much.
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Post by delerix on Apr 15, 2013 22:49:23 GMT -5
"Aww come on, lighten up a little Jellal." he chuckles and continues
"In fact I do, I also keep an eye on things around here, help out if someone needs helping out and I'm around. That October ale for example, I got that as a gift for helping a hedgehog from the abbey out, gave him some food and a place to stay in from the rain, it took a little bit for him to pass by but he came back with a nice big barrel of the stuff. Trading suits me just fine like that."
Inktail frowns a little as he thinks about what Jellal said about his trip,
"Not far now, and about the bad luck, I like to think I know a bit better than most how bad-luck can turn to good." He thinks back to the fight that separated him from his tribe, the slingstone that did a number to his leg, and the swift treatment by an otter, what he was told was an enemy, that likely saved his leg.
"Jellal, stay as long as you'd like, and let a mate know if you need a hand eh?" Hmm, when did he start calling the rat 'mate' well what mattered was more that he was doing so, and that he figured it was right to do so.
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Post by unknownsoldier on Apr 15, 2013 23:06:24 GMT -5
"True, bad luck can turn to good luck. Just like how I was saved from drowning, though it was from a wildcat. I really don't care, he saved me anyway. But a hedgehog gave you a whole barrel for helping him? Thats quite...a bit thankful for my taste." Jellal says back to Inktail. He could tell this weasel was really trustworthy. Maybe he could be friends with him, wouldn't hurt to try.
"Mate...kinda fits, even though we first met. Trading...well, i do have a few trinkets and such I...found...on my travels. Don't worry though, I only steal when I need to." Jellal says to Inktail to comfort him he was not a dirty thief, like how many thiefs are branded.
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Post by delerix on Apr 15, 2013 23:29:15 GMT -5
"It was a bad storm that one," thinking back to helping out said hedgehog, "So much rain the otters didn't have to get into the river to go swimming, the guy was lost, and badly so."
He smiles and nods at Jellal pointing to a small rise with some vines trailing down one side, walking over to it he parts the vines showing an entrance,
"Well then mate, it's not much but make yourself at home for your stay. As for trade, don't worry about it, I'd consider it payment if you don't go stealing anymore of my river like you did earlier."
The den is modestly furnished, it shows the weasel does have company from time to time as he has a little more than would be needed if he stayed fully alone, from 4 chairs near the small table, to the extra cot at one end.
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Post by unknownsoldier on Apr 15, 2013 23:36:10 GMT -5
Jellal whistles at the furnishings of Inktail's den. "Nice...very nice. Yeah, I won't be...stealing..per say near here. I wouldn't even attempt that at the Abbey you mentioned. Too risky anyway, and I rather make friends then enemies." Jellal says with truth in his voice. A good thief has more friends then enemies, just like Garrus taught him. Always make friends when you can, that way you have a place to lie low for a bit when worst comes to happen.
Jellal sat at the table after putting his pack on the ground near him.
"So...wheres this famous October you speak so highly of?"Jellal, smiles lightly. This is probably one of the few times hes ever smiled like this. The other times only when Garrus complimented on his skills as a thief.
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Post by delerix on Apr 16, 2013 18:25:45 GMT -5
"Heh, well I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks so, and as far as not stealing, likely a sound plan that, though for future reference introducing yourself as a thief, not such a sound plan." Inktail chuckles and grabs two mugs from the cupboard as he continues, leaving view to head behind a small alcove, likely where the Barrel is located.
"Always better to have more friends then enemies to be sure, and the Ale is on its way fret not. I hope you can handle your drink, the stuff's great but stronger than it tastes." Returning from outside of view he smiles as he sets a mug upon the table for Jellal holding one in his paws as he takes a seat.
"Seeing as you've had bad luck before now, consider this your welcome to Mossflower, or at least the area around the river Moss."
Raising his mug in cheers he'll wait for Jellal to clink then take a sip.
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Post by unknownsoldier on Apr 16, 2013 18:54:44 GMT -5
"Good idea to not introduce myself as a thief. But yeah, cheers." Jellal says before clinking his mug to Inktail's. This isn't the first time hes drank something strong like October Ale. Though Garrus always disapproved of him drinking, it didn't hurt if drank a little.
When he tasted it though, he almost spat it out by accident, but managed to swallow a bit.
"Wow! That ale is strong. Stronger then some of the ale from where I'm from certainly." Jellal said before sipping a bit more.
"Your right though, its strong, yet good at the same time." Jellal says to Inktail.
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Post by delerix on Apr 16, 2013 19:59:07 GMT -5
Inktail just chortles happily, "It takes a bit of getting used to, last seasons brew was a bit stronger then normal." With a wide grin reserved for friends, and very enjoyable dreams, Inktail takes another deep sip and gets up to check to see if everything to receive company is ready.
"So Jellal, I hope your stay will be pleasant, however long it may last. If you need to stay here, or need a guide to somewhere you plan on staying for, just let me know, always willing to help a mate out. Hmm, maybe sometime I should see about introducing you to some of the Otters round here, I'm not sure what sort of time you've had with them before but most of them round here know me well enough to trust you." Inktail seems pensive about this.
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Post by DanceMastah on Apr 16, 2013 20:04:34 GMT -5
Unbeknownst no Jellal and Inktail, Deathfang had followed the two through the woodland to Inktail's den. Taking a small rock about the size of his fist, he, with great accuracy, threw it at Jellal's cup, which fell to the floor and shattered with a resounding crack. Deathfang stepped into the cave, his tail swishing from side to side and his eyes glaring at the two.
"Alright, explain to me why, after I showed kindness to you, and saved you", here he pointed to Jellal. "And caught fish for you, you ran away into the night and abandoned me!" Deathfang suddenly grabbed Inktail's cup and threw it to the floor. He lowered his head down sadly.
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Post by Directed by M. Night Shyamalan on Apr 16, 2013 20:20:20 GMT -5
After his brush with the mouses's soldiers, Tarlish had to vanish. So he did. He hid in the trees, healing his leg for several weeks, popping down for food and supplies when needed. Once his leg has sufficiently recovered, he set back out. He had to start off quiet, stay quiet long enough to lose reputation he'd picked up during his attempted assassination on the mouse.
He was in the bough of a large willows munching on some dried trout when he'd heard the commotion across the river. He debated investigating it or not for a moment, then shrugged, finished the fish, and darted off through the trees towards the sound. It was vermin. A rat and a weasel who were soon joined by a dangerous-looking wildcat. And all at once, Tarlish was interested. Not in the small ones, they were almost inconsequential compared to the cat -they still would have to die of course though. But the cat, the cat was curious to him. Wildcats varied, Tarlish had seen many of them to be noble -if violent- warriors. But others seemed to have strayed from such a path, and were like common vermin, except with size and strength and speed.
He watched. He waited. And when they broke ways, he followed the cat. Followed the cat as it silently stalked the other two to a den. And he watched as the cat hurl a speeding rock into the den and storm in, angry. Time for his move, Tarlish skirted forward on a branch. And then fate struck, mixed with bad light. The branch was dead, gave away beneath his paws. Damn! He swore to himself, trying to stay above. But with a snap, the branch gave way and sent him tumbling to the ground with an audible thump.
Gasping out his breath, he scrambled for orientation, trying to get to a hiding place before the others came to investigate the noise.
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Post by unknownsoldier on Apr 16, 2013 20:30:12 GMT -5
When the rock hit the mug from his paw, Jellal did the natural reaction of a thief. He ducked and rolled behind cover, which didn't help since there wasn't much anywhere, except near the bed. Then he heard the loud thump outside. This was not a good situation. A pissed off wildcat, and whatever just fell outside. His head told him to get out, and that he would.
He went over to his pack quickly, and pulled out a small ball. "This is going to suck a lot." He threw it at the wall, and a rolling cloud of stink erupted from the ball. He shouldered the pack quickly, and grabbed Inktails paw. "No time, move!" Jellal manages to say before coughing from the stink.
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Post by DanceMastah on Apr 16, 2013 20:31:22 GMT -5
As the pine marten crashed down outside the den, Deathfang looked over his shoulder and saw a black shape scrambling for cover. He dashed over to it and pinned the shape to the ground with his foot. He moved closer to the shape's face, studying it.
"Don't move a muscle!"
Deathfang brought his sword to the creature's throat. When he saw it was a pine marten, another vermin, his sword relaxed and he sheathed it. Deathfang's face calmed and he said, "Hello." He then offered a hand to the pine marten, not knowing what the creature was. "What type of beast are you? I recognize your species, as I have seen one before, but I cannot remember the name."
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Post by delerix on Apr 16, 2013 20:45:53 GMT -5
Inktail's paw had only just grabbed his staff after all of DeathFang's action when he heard Jellal "wait wha-" and there he is cut off by his own coughing from all the whatever it is Jellal threw against the wall, unused to such things Inktail is very disoriented as his friend grabs his paw and leads him out, he just manages to react quickly enough to nab his own pack in the confusion.
A million things pass through his mind, mostly about what to do next, the idea he favored was camp willow, they knew about him there, he thinks they do at least, he hopes if it comes to that he can somehow talk Jellal to calmness if things don't go as planned.
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Post by Directed by M. Night Shyamalan on Apr 16, 2013 20:49:01 GMT -5
"Don't move a muscle!"
...Damn. Tarlish snarled silently as the wildcat challenged him, moving with the speed afforded to its kind. Tarlish felt the metal tip of the sword touch his neck, and he tensed, ready to make for his own blade when the voice spoke again.
"What type of beast are you? I recognize your species, as I have seen one before, but I cannot remember the name."
His tone was friendly, curious. Deceived. Tarlish smiled to himself and stood up. "I am Tarlish, a Pine Marten, Cat." and then he finished speaking and made action. His paw had dipped into one of the pouches at his side, pulling out a pawful of fine dust which he flicked, sending the mess sailing right into the cat's face, an irritating distraction. And then quick as a snake, the assassin had doubled the distance between them, out of sword range, and had his little squirrel bow out with an arrow drawn back, leveled straight at the cat's head. "Now if you utter a movement, I will kill you. Is this understood?"
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Post by unknownsoldier on Apr 16, 2013 21:00:56 GMT -5
Jellal, hold his other paw to his snout, led Inktail out of the den in the rolling cloud of stink and veered off to the side. He only got a slight glimpse of the wildcat and pine marten before heading off into the forest. Still leading Inktail, he got quite a distance from them, far enough to be safe.
He finally slowed down now, and coughed. "Sorry about the stink bomb." Jellal just before coughing some more from the stink. "Don't worry though, it was my last one." Jellal says before leaning on a tree.
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