Post by Lisolette on Oct 26, 2009 17:27:41 GMT -5
(ooc: This RP will start out two groups, one in Mossflower Woods and one in Redwall Abbey. The groups will meet up later on. Oh, and there's a mini-plot when the Mossflower group starts out.)
Lisolette sat on the windowsill in the kitchen, sharpening her swords. It was buetiful outside. "Serra, old pal, I do believe this my time..."
Serra, who was making tomato soup, stopped messing around with the tomatoes and looked up at her friend. "What do you mean, Lissy?"
Lisolette got up. "It's time for me to go questing!"
Serra gasped. "Q-Questing!? Why?"
Lisolette smiled as she put her swords back in their sheaths. "You remember when I told you about my days as a slavebeast? And how it was my goal to find out if the other slavebeasts are safe and sound?"
Serra nodded. "Yes."
Lisolette grinned at her badger friend. "That's what I'm going to do!"
Serra gasped in surprise. "How!?"
Lisolette looked down. "I don't know...but I'll find a way! You can bet on that!"
Brainard watched the farmers load up their vegatables on his cart. "I think Father Abbot will be very pleased with todays harvest, Mr. Ravenchill." Said a farmer with an winning smile.
Brainard smiled. "You know that the Father is always happy with your veggies, and sends his thanks to all of you."
The farmer grinned widely, and watched Brainard take a few steps forward, before frowning. "Mr. Ravenchill, wait!"
Brainard looked behind him. "What?"
The farmer ran over to him. "There's falcons out their, Mr. Ravenchill...they can kill you...even with that fancy axe of yours they will find a way to kill you..." The farmer looked sincere. "Please be careful!"
Brainard hesitated. "Thanks for the warning, sir...Goodbye." He muttered before padding into Mossflower Woods.
Lisolette sat on the windowsill in the kitchen, sharpening her swords. It was buetiful outside. "Serra, old pal, I do believe this my time..."
Serra, who was making tomato soup, stopped messing around with the tomatoes and looked up at her friend. "What do you mean, Lissy?"
Lisolette got up. "It's time for me to go questing!"
Serra gasped. "Q-Questing!? Why?"
Lisolette smiled as she put her swords back in their sheaths. "You remember when I told you about my days as a slavebeast? And how it was my goal to find out if the other slavebeasts are safe and sound?"
Serra nodded. "Yes."
Lisolette grinned at her badger friend. "That's what I'm going to do!"
Serra gasped in surprise. "How!?"
Lisolette looked down. "I don't know...but I'll find a way! You can bet on that!"
~-*-~
Brainard watched the farmers load up their vegatables on his cart. "I think Father Abbot will be very pleased with todays harvest, Mr. Ravenchill." Said a farmer with an winning smile.
Brainard smiled. "You know that the Father is always happy with your veggies, and sends his thanks to all of you."
The farmer grinned widely, and watched Brainard take a few steps forward, before frowning. "Mr. Ravenchill, wait!"
Brainard looked behind him. "What?"
The farmer ran over to him. "There's falcons out their, Mr. Ravenchill...they can kill you...even with that fancy axe of yours they will find a way to kill you..." The farmer looked sincere. "Please be careful!"
Brainard hesitated. "Thanks for the warning, sir...Goodbye." He muttered before padding into Mossflower Woods.