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 Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 7:16 pm
General Info
The thread is in need for a title, just something general that any story could spring from.
Any and all are welcome to join, as the more people there are the better. Storylines will be created by the players and will twist and weave to create and build upon as the players interact with one another and create things of their own.
Bandits can be found in their respectful owner's Journals located here in the guild, hopefully.
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2009 8:27 pm
Mordenkainen: :: moves along the alley way, the scent of something sweet wafting in the air carrying him along. He pushed at the can to knock it over and he scurried to hide as the can clanged to the ground. He peered out to see if anyone had noticed the commotion before moving to the opening and climbing partially inside, rifling through the contents, trying to discover the object of his desire ::
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 12:08 pm
Catterberry pops her head out of a nearby trash can after hearing a sudden noise. She looks over and sees a familiar tail hanging out of the tipped over source of the commotion. She sneaks over, and leans in to Mordy, who seems to be intently digging. "Boo!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 1:00 pm
Mordy who was quite unaware of his eldest sister jumps in surprise, hitting his head on the top of the can as he lets out a squeal of fright. Scrambling out of the can to see who or what snuck up on him.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 1:19 pm
"Geeze Mordy! It's just me!" Catterberry sits there with a look of a little disdain for her brother. She walks up to him and takes a look at his head to make sure he's not hurt, and lets out a big sigh. "Who else is going to sneak up on you?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 1:33 pm
"I don't know! "You could have been a horrible monster! Looks at her with slightly squinted eyes, rubbing at the top of his head and sniffles lightly.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 1:49 pm
"Monster?" She begins to laugh, "there's no such things as monsters!" Patting him roughly on the head, she continues deviously, "besides, IF there were monsters, don't you think they'd wait to attack you until I wasn't around?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 4:29 pm
Mordy's eyes widen in fear at her words. "Momma!" He shouts loudly as he starts to run back in the direction of home.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 4:57 pm
At home, Blue Belle was fixing a lovely diner of fish bone soup when she heard her son Mordy calling for her. She put her stirring spoon on it's holder and opened the door with her arms open waiting for him.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 5:23 pm
Mordy ran as fast as his little legs would carry him, tears already starting to blur his vision. "Momma!" he yelled out once more. His foot had gotten caught in the overbrush of the field and he falls face first into the ground. His head was already slightly throbbing from hitting it on the garbage can and the fall didn't make it much better. He scrambled back to his feet and ran towards the mound and hollowed log that he called home, he could see his mother in the doorway waiting for him as she usually did and he throw his arms around her waist, crying as he clung tightly to her.
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 5:29 pm
Andias looks up and rolls her eyes, shaking her head as her brother runs directly to their mother, "Is he crying again?!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2009 5:33 pm
"There, there Mordy" Blue Belle said as she dried the tears in his eyes. "Let's get you inside". She sat him down on their moss couch and went to grab some herb leaves. She ground them up and put them in water and handed it to him to drink. It wasn't the most pleasant smelling thing, but it usually did the trick whenever she had a headache (which was fairly often since becoming a mother).
"Now, why don't you tell me what happened to get you all worked up."
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