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==Davendrall and Anneliese show the newcomer Sir Charion the ropes - <i>Chapter 1</i>==
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==Davendrall kidnaps Anneliese and meets Judge Athena - <i>Chapter 1</i>==
  
'''New Knight'''  
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<br>A new knight has emerged from the ranks of the Eston nobles. Charion Orgauth is starting his career today. You can check the background of this family or send a welcome message.  
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Davendrall sat in her tent in the camp of her troops. She sat having an in depth conversation with the manager of her business, Barnabas.
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"So...whats new Banana Bus?"
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"Not much really. The usual major infestation of squirrels, leading to most of the capital and surrounding regions being burnt to the ground, but I'm sure the Estonese don't mind...and the rabbit infestation too, several lord and knight estates have suddenly been overrun with them. Apparently there is a mysterious rabbit breeder on the loose, sneaking into peoples gardens and breeding lots of rabbits."
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"How boring...How's the Cute Cookie Corporation doing?"
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"Well we've increased the price of cookies as you requested and we are beginning to supply Leprechaun Wine to all the Taverns in Eston, as well as sending over several Caravans back to Tara, it seems a fair few people have become addicted. We've brought several of the brothels in the capital that aren't full of Squirrels" Barnabas lowered his voice to a whisper, "As for the less legitimate side of the business, we have some new infiltrators asking for some Leprechaun Poison, and it seems there is a wide customer base for FLD."
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"I think it's time we expanded our business Barnabas. So here is what you are to do..."
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Davendrall whispered her plans quietly into Barnabas' ear so no one else could hear.
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Barnabas, manager of Davendralls business, had travelled back to Lyton under the request of his boss. He walked with purpose through the streets, holding a sack over his shoulder that had 'Swag' written on it.
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The streets were nearly deserted by humans. They were dark and dingy despite it being daytime, and a smell of fire, rotting corpses and drugs overwhelmed Barnabas' senses. Lyton was infested with rodents.
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An old man ran past him screaming "Do yourself a favour man! Get the hell outa here!" But then he was jumped on by half a dozen rabid rabbits, and his flesh quickly ripped off, leaving nothing but a skeleton.
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A large gang of squirrels stood on one of the street corners. There was one that was smaller than the rest, clearly the gang leader. The group all gathered around him, listening to his story. They were dressed in some form of medievil tracksuits, each with a cap on his fluffy tail, rotated to his side. The small leader spoke
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"Yeah ima shank ?im blud! Aint no one mess wiv da Squirrelnator! Ima beat tha brains outa 'im"
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Then he noticed Barnabas walking past, and stepped out in front of him, two squirrels on either side of him.
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"Yeah! Ya startin blud! Ya startin!"
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The squirrel chav was barely 6 inches tall, and began shoving against Barnabas' shoe aggressively. Barnabas shrugged and took a litter pick from his side and picked up the squirrels, putting them in his swag bag. They could still be heard squeaking their insults, but Barnabas had more important things to deal with.
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The rabbits had been breeding...like rabbits...There were rabbits on the streets, rabbits on the roofs, rabbits in the houses. A rabbit scurried past Barnabas feet, and he took out his litter pick and picked up the little fury creature, placing it in his swag bag. He looked inside his bag, seeing a large amount squirrels, rabbits and hamsters
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"That should be enough for the moment. Now, for stage 2." Barnabas turned around, heading out of the urban area to find where the troop leaders had currently set up camp.
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |A guard peeked inside the tent, "Dame, there's someone outside claiming to be pest control. Should I let them in?"
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Anne was busy looked over some clothing... she had 'acquired', trying to decide which one would work best for what she was planning. "Hm. That's odd, I didn't send a letter for any of those, I have my hawk for that, but let them in anyway. If nothing else, I suppose I can see what they want, at least."
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"I believe they said something about a giant rabbit."
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"We don't have any...." She looked up suddenly, realizing her mistake, "No, no, don't let them in!"
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |While the guards were distracted, he quickly got two needles full of Leprechaun Wine, and injected it into their arms.
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"There! There's the giant rabbit!" He screamed, pointing at the "Anne" person.
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |She had no idea who this 'pest control' fellow was, she certainly hadn't seen him before, but she had a suspicion she was either going to become someone's meal, or else be placed in a cage.
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Anne unsheathed her sword, though in such a small space, it would probably not be wise to fight. Particularly not with her hawk resting on a perch nearby.
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"I'm not a rabbit!"
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |"Then why do you have a fluffy tail and rabbit ears? Doesn't she?" Barnabas looked expectantly at the guards who had now been overwhelmed by the hallucinogenic wine.
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |The guards were staring at her in a manner that made her feel uncomfortable.
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She pointed her sword to the 'pest control' person. "Unlike you, they are actually sane! They know I'm not a rabbit."
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"I believe that pest fellow is right," said one.
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"Never noticed our commander was a rabbit, until now."
  
And thats were it all began...
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"What?! Were you bribed?" Then, she noticed the dilated pupils and the wavering stance, as if they were about to fall over from drunkenness. "You've..."
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"Do you need help?" One of the guards asked, "I can get that sword from her..."
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |"General Roland, there has been another reported sighting of a Pooka in Lyton." gasped the messenger.
Charion Orgauth at your service, in need of a liege and I would also like to hear more about the realm in order to be certain I made the right choice coming here.
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"Post another notice immediately:"
  
Yours
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Wanted alive. One Pooka - A very large creature bearing a strong resemblance at a rabbit. One was recently seen in Lyton. Small reward to anyone delivering this creature to General Roland unharmed.
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Sir Charion Orgauth
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |"I would be most grateful. We cannot stand for pests these days, we must crack down on them. And this pest is a particularly nasty breed, can cause all sorts of trouble. But I've never come across one with a sword before. It must be caged as soon as possible so it can cause no further harm."
 
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |Drunk as they were, two against one left her very little chance of winning.
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"No!" As much as she would regret it, she knew her only choice was to disable the guards - and that probably meant killing them. She stabbed the guard in the stomach before he could unsheathe his own sword. Blood stared to pour out of his stomach, staining the ground. The man fell to his knees, clutching his stomach in a vain attempt to stop the flow.
  
The first, most important thing you need to know is to never, ever drink Leprechaun wine in public. Certain individuals will take advantage of your inebriated state and steal your pants. Or put honey in your hair.
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She had come to regard soldiers as cannon-fodder, and hardly mourned their passing, but killing them herself was regrettable.
  
The second most important thing you need to know is to never, ever, refuse to drink Leprechaun wine, because someone might come up behind you and hold you still while another person forces it down your throat. And then put honey in your hair.
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It almost felt like guilt.
  
The third thing you must know is that there are a bunch of rabbits and squirrels around here. Watch your step; be sure you don't trip over them or you may be eaten alive.
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"Bastard!" The other soldier came up behind her and wrested the sword from her grasp. Too many years of courtier work had not prepared her for a close fight. "It's killing Bobby!"
  
In conclusion, you have probably made the wrong choice...
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"I'm not an it!" By now she had already figured out that Davendrall must have sent them, but that knowledge was of little use. She twisted herself and punched her remaining guard. Already unsteady on his feet, he fell over. She turned to the 'pest control' person, "And I'm not going in a cage! Not again!" Instead of reaching for her sword, she aimed a punch to the man's face.
 
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Barnabas turned the sack over, pulling the strings at the top to secure it, and hurled the "Anne" rabbit over his shoulder.
 
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |Anne screamed out a warning, hoping one of her soldiers, or at least her scribe, would hear her. When that did not work, she struggled and punched futilely inside the bag, but after a moment or two, realized it would be better to conserve her energy, for he had to let her out sometime.
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She didn't think Dave would kill her, even if Anne had been awful rude the last time she had seen her.
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Doubtless, she had something else planned. What it was, she could only guess. Perhaps, if she was careful, she might be able to listen in on conversations while she was in the bag, and figure out what was happening.
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |Barnabas strode out of the camp with the sack. He got several odd looks from some troops.
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"Pest control! Nothing to see here! Move along"
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He went around the corner to meet up with the scribe Yuma and the scout Nibal.
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"You got the giant rabbit?" Yuma asked
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"Yes. Thankfully it's stopped struggling."
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Nibal was watching carefully for any passers by, but they were alone in a ally.
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"What now then?"
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"We must travel back to Mistress Davendrall. She has something special planned. The rabbit had better be good, else we'll have to hand her over to General Roland."
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And with that the three began their speedy travel back to Menedor.
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |''What in the world would the general want with me?'' Anne thought, ''Food? Surely, if he's a general, he must be somewhat sane, but after that knight, I'm not so sure...''
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No, she'd take her chance with Dave, first. Even if she was drunk and crazy, at least she wouldn't try to cook her for dinner.
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For the next part to the thrilling Adventures of One Drunk and her Rabbit read [[Muninn Newsrag/Adventures_of_one_Drunk_and_her_Rabbit/RP3Ch2|Chapter 2]]

Latest revision as of 19:10, 9 August 2010

Davendrall kidnaps Anneliese and meets Judge Athena - Chapter 1

Roleplay from Davendrall

Davendrall sat in her tent in the camp of her troops. She sat having an in depth conversation with the manager of her business, Barnabas.

"So...whats new Banana Bus?"

"Not much really. The usual major infestation of squirrels, leading to most of the capital and surrounding regions being burnt to the ground, but I'm sure the Estonese don't mind...and the rabbit infestation too, several lord and knight estates have suddenly been overrun with them. Apparently there is a mysterious rabbit breeder on the loose, sneaking into peoples gardens and breeding lots of rabbits."

"How boring...How's the Cute Cookie Corporation doing?"

"Well we've increased the price of cookies as you requested and we are beginning to supply Leprechaun Wine to all the Taverns in Eston, as well as sending over several Caravans back to Tara, it seems a fair few people have become addicted. We've brought several of the brothels in the capital that aren't full of Squirrels" Barnabas lowered his voice to a whisper, "As for the less legitimate side of the business, we have some new infiltrators asking for some Leprechaun Poison, and it seems there is a wide customer base for FLD."

"I think it's time we expanded our business Barnabas. So here is what you are to do..."

Davendrall whispered her plans quietly into Barnabas' ear so no one else could hear.

Roleplay from Davendrall

Barnabas, manager of Davendralls business, had travelled back to Lyton under the request of his boss. He walked with purpose through the streets, holding a sack over his shoulder that had 'Swag' written on it.

The streets were nearly deserted by humans. They were dark and dingy despite it being daytime, and a smell of fire, rotting corpses and drugs overwhelmed Barnabas' senses. Lyton was infested with rodents.

An old man ran past him screaming "Do yourself a favour man! Get the hell outa here!" But then he was jumped on by half a dozen rabid rabbits, and his flesh quickly ripped off, leaving nothing but a skeleton.

A large gang of squirrels stood on one of the street corners. There was one that was smaller than the rest, clearly the gang leader. The group all gathered around him, listening to his story. They were dressed in some form of medievil tracksuits, each with a cap on his fluffy tail, rotated to his side. The small leader spoke

"Yeah ima shank ?im blud! Aint no one mess wiv da Squirrelnator! Ima beat tha brains outa 'im"

Then he noticed Barnabas walking past, and stepped out in front of him, two squirrels on either side of him.

"Yeah! Ya startin blud! Ya startin!"

The squirrel chav was barely 6 inches tall, and began shoving against Barnabas' shoe aggressively. Barnabas shrugged and took a litter pick from his side and picked up the squirrels, putting them in his swag bag. They could still be heard squeaking their insults, but Barnabas had more important things to deal with.

The rabbits had been breeding...like rabbits...There were rabbits on the streets, rabbits on the roofs, rabbits in the houses. A rabbit scurried past Barnabas feet, and he took out his litter pick and picked up the little fury creature, placing it in his swag bag. He looked inside his bag, seeing a large amount squirrels, rabbits and hamsters

"That should be enough for the moment. Now, for stage 2." Barnabas turned around, heading out of the urban area to find where the troop leaders had currently set up camp.

Roleplay from Anneliese
A guard peeked inside the tent, "Dame, there's someone outside claiming to be pest control. Should I let them in?"

Anne was busy looked over some clothing... she had 'acquired', trying to decide which one would work best for what she was planning. "Hm. That's odd, I didn't send a letter for any of those, I have my hawk for that, but let them in anyway. If nothing else, I suppose I can see what they want, at least."

"I believe they said something about a giant rabbit."

"We don't have any...." She looked up suddenly, realizing her mistake, "No, no, don't let them in!"

Roleplay from Davendrall
While the guards were distracted, he quickly got two needles full of Leprechaun Wine, and injected it into their arms.

"There! There's the giant rabbit!" He screamed, pointing at the "Anne" person.

Roleplay from Anneliese
She had no idea who this 'pest control' fellow was, she certainly hadn't seen him before, but she had a suspicion she was either going to become someone's meal, or else be placed in a cage.

Anne unsheathed her sword, though in such a small space, it would probably not be wise to fight. Particularly not with her hawk resting on a perch nearby.

"I'm not a rabbit!"

Roleplay from Davendrall
"Then why do you have a fluffy tail and rabbit ears? Doesn't she?" Barnabas looked expectantly at the guards who had now been overwhelmed by the hallucinogenic wine.
Roleplay from Anneliese
The guards were staring at her in a manner that made her feel uncomfortable.

She pointed her sword to the 'pest control' person. "Unlike you, they are actually sane! They know I'm not a rabbit."

"I believe that pest fellow is right," said one.

"Never noticed our commander was a rabbit, until now."

"What?! Were you bribed?" Then, she noticed the dilated pupils and the wavering stance, as if they were about to fall over from drunkenness. "You've..."

"Do you need help?" One of the guards asked, "I can get that sword from her..."

Roleplay from General Roland
"General Roland, there has been another reported sighting of a Pooka in Lyton." gasped the messenger.

"Post another notice immediately:"

Notice

Wanted alive. One Pooka - A very large creature bearing a strong resemblance at a rabbit. One was recently seen in Lyton. Small reward to anyone delivering this creature to General Roland unharmed.

Roleplay from Davendrall
"I would be most grateful. We cannot stand for pests these days, we must crack down on them. And this pest is a particularly nasty breed, can cause all sorts of trouble. But I've never come across one with a sword before. It must be caged as soon as possible so it can cause no further harm."
Roleplay from Anneliese
Drunk as they were, two against one left her very little chance of winning.

"No!" As much as she would regret it, she knew her only choice was to disable the guards - and that probably meant killing them. She stabbed the guard in the stomach before he could unsheathe his own sword. Blood stared to pour out of his stomach, staining the ground. The man fell to his knees, clutching his stomach in a vain attempt to stop the flow.

She had come to regard soldiers as cannon-fodder, and hardly mourned their passing, but killing them herself was regrettable.

It almost felt like guilt.

"Bastard!" The other soldier came up behind her and wrested the sword from her grasp. Too many years of courtier work had not prepared her for a close fight. "It's killing Bobby!"

"I'm not an it!" By now she had already figured out that Davendrall must have sent them, but that knowledge was of little use. She twisted herself and punched her remaining guard. Already unsteady on his feet, he fell over. She turned to the 'pest control' person, "And I'm not going in a cage! Not again!" Instead of reaching for her sword, she aimed a punch to the man's face.

Roleplay from Davendrall
The fist aimed at Barnabas' face did not get there, for it was caught in a sack. Anne suddenly found her entire body had been covered by a sack with "Swag" on the side.

Barnabas turned the sack over, pulling the strings at the top to secure it, and hurled the "Anne" rabbit over his shoulder.

Roleplay from Anneliese
Anne screamed out a warning, hoping one of her soldiers, or at least her scribe, would hear her. When that did not work, she struggled and punched futilely inside the bag, but after a moment or two, realized it would be better to conserve her energy, for he had to let her out sometime.

She didn't think Dave would kill her, even if Anne had been awful rude the last time she had seen her.

Doubtless, she had something else planned. What it was, she could only guess. Perhaps, if she was careful, she might be able to listen in on conversations while she was in the bag, and figure out what was happening.

Roleplay from Davendrall
Barnabas strode out of the camp with the sack. He got several odd looks from some troops.

"Pest control! Nothing to see here! Move along"

He went around the corner to meet up with the scribe Yuma and the scout Nibal.

"You got the giant rabbit?" Yuma asked

"Yes. Thankfully it's stopped struggling."

Nibal was watching carefully for any passers by, but they were alone in a ally.

"What now then?"

"We must travel back to Mistress Davendrall. She has something special planned. The rabbit had better be good, else we'll have to hand her over to General Roland."

And with that the three began their speedy travel back to Menedor.

Roleplay from Anneliese
What in the world would the general want with me? Anne thought, Food? Surely, if he's a general, he must be somewhat sane, but after that knight, I'm not so sure...

No, she'd take her chance with Dave, first. Even if she was drunk and crazy, at least she wouldn't try to cook her for dinner.

For the next part to the thrilling Adventures of One Drunk and her Rabbit read Chapter 2