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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.
 
 
 
And that's where it all began...
 
 
 
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|align="left" width="20%" style="font-weight: bold" | Letter from Charion
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" | Greeting nobles of Eston,
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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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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.
  
Yours
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"So...whats new Banana Bus?"
  
Sir Charion Orgauth
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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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|align="left" width="20%" style="font-weight: bold" | Letter from Anneliese 
 
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" | Sir Charion,
 
  
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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"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."
  
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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"I think it's time we expanded our business Barnabas. So here is what you are to do..."
  
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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Davendrall whispered her plans quietly into Barnabas' ear so no one else could hear.
 
 
In conclusion, you have probably made the wrong choice...
 
 
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" | Don't listen to Anne! She's one of the rabbits! She's trying to trick you! Leprechaun wine is awesome and should be accepted under all circumstances and definitely should be drink in public, just watch out in case the judge is around first. And honey is good for your hair!
 
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Oh, and I forgot to mention: anyone claiming I am a rabbit is either lying, drunk or hallucinating. Probably all three... the wine is hallucinogenic.
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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.
  
And Davendrall created Leprechaun wine - of course she wants you to drink it! Getting you addicted to that stuff gains her more business...
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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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|align="left" width="20%" style="font-weight: bold" | Letter from Charion
 
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Hmm thank you for the "warm" welcome!
 
As for being cautious I am afraid I am not very cautious...and I like wine so much, I think I am gonna try some of that Leprechaun wine....
 
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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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|align="left" width="20%" style="font-weight: bold" | Letter from Davendrall 
 
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" | Oooh excellent! You can buy it at most taverns now, but I have a large personally supply which you can have some of, as soon as I come back from my secret hide out
 
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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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|align="left" width="20%" style="font-weight: bold" | Letter from Athena
 
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" | Charion,
 
I must warn you. Buying, consuming or selling Leprechaun wine outside of any brothel in the realm is illegal. Just a fair warning.
 
  
Oh and if you see Davendrall let me know I have unfinished business with her.
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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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|align="left" width="20%" style="font-weight: bold" | Letter from Davendrall 
 
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Pfft...legalities...legalities...legalities...
 
  
And don't...the judge is scary
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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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|align="left" width="20%" style="font-weight: bold" | Letter from Bonetal
 
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I smell some whipping.
 
<br>And I smell some leather.
 
<br>And I hear some girls crying ...
 
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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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|align="left" width="20%" style="font-weight: bold" | Letter from Athena
 
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" | Would you like to join them?
 
 
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|align="left" width="20%" style="font-weight: bold" | Letter from Mick
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Athena and whip
 
<br>Davendrell and Anne tied down
 
<br>Girls love fetish fun?
 
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|align="left" width="20%" style="font-weight: bold" | Letter from Davendrall 
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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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Hey! I refuse to be the subservient one!
 
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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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|align="left" width="20%" style="font-weight: bold" | Letter from Anneliese 
 
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Davendrall... I think we need to get out the wine. I'll hold 'em down while you pour!
 
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"I believe they said something about a giant rabbit."
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The entire of Eston stands in shocked silence while they ponder whom Anneliese and Davendrell plan to ...Water.
 
  
Mick tries very hard not to look the plant.
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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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|align="left" width="20%" style="font-weight: bold" | Letter from Davendrall   
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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.
Ah this all seems so familiar my dear Annie. However, I believe last time we met you attacked me, and I am still in hiding as I am sure you will hand me over to the judge
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"There! There's the giant rabbit!" He screamed, pointing at the "Anne" person.
 
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|align="left" width="20%" style="font-weight: bold" | Letter from Anneliese   
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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.
Let's call a temporary truce - you can run after we're through.
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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.
  
I cannot let these insults stand. Besides, I can't very well hold them down and pour wine down their throats at the same time...
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"I'm not a rabbit!"
 
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|align="left" width="20%" style="font-weight: bold" | Letter from Davendrall   
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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.
Still hiding...the judge is lurking, and im sure there is a price on my head. And what insults?
 
 
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |The guards were staring at her in a manner that made her feel uncomfortable.
So you weren't insulted that they just described you crying and being tied up in poetry form? Which will likely spread around and reach the whole realm?
 
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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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|align="left" width="20%" style="font-weight: bold" | Letter from Davendrall 
 
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Me? Crying? I thought they were talking about you!
 
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"I believe that pest fellow is right," said one.
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|align="left" width="20%" style="font-weight: bold" | Letter from Anneliese 
 
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Bonetal said 'girls', while Mick mentioned both you and me by name.
 
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"Never noticed our commander was a rabbit, until now."
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|align="left" width="20%" style="font-weight: bold" | Letter from Davendrall 
 
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Yes, but i am sure this is still a ploy to get me out of hiding
 
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Blood Sweat Tears of joy
 
<br>Davendrell used as a toy
 
<br>Anne plotting something?
 
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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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|align="left" width="20%" style="font-weight: bold" | Letter from Anneliese 
 
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If I were responsible for that awful poetry, I would have at least made sure it only mentioned you, not me.
 
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"Do you need help?" One of the guards asked, "I can get that sword from her..."
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|align="left" width="20%" style="font-weight: bold" | Letter from Davendrall 
 
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Aha! You didn't deny it! And micks poetry is legendary! He is the best poet in Norland! However...there is no Norland left
 
 
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|align="left" width="20%" style="font-weight: bold" | Letter from Mick
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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.
I'm also the only poet in Norland
 
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"Post another notice immediately:"
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|align="left" width="20%" style="font-weight: bold" | Letter from Davendrall 
 
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What about Xaphan?
 
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Notice
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Illiterate
 
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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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Didn't deny what?
 
 
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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."
That you were plotting to get me out of my secret hiding place of secret secretness so you could capture me
 
 
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |Drunk as they were, two against one left her very little chance of winning.
Oh! You mean Mick's last poem... I thought it was describing me hurting you, not trying to trick you.
 
  
In that case, I must say that while I would very much love to hurt you, I am not trying to trick you. I want to pour wine down Mick and Bonetal's throats before I try to kil- I mean, give you cookies!
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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.
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She had come to regard soldiers as cannon-fodder, and hardly mourned their passing, but killing them herself was regrettable.
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Ooooh cookies! I'll be there in a few days!
 
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It almost felt like guilt.
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"Teddy!" Davendrall shouted at her esquire
 
 
 
"Yes Mistress Davendrall?"
 
 
 
"We must leave this secret hideout of secret secretness of hideouts! Anne has cookies!"
 
 
 
"But we only just got here"
 
 
 
"But...cookies"
 
  
"You payed 15 gold to get in here!"
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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!"
  
"15 gold?! Since when did I pay for my own secret hide outs?"
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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.
 
 
"Erm...this isn't really a hideout...its the tournament grounds in Foda"
 
 
 
Davendrall looked around curiously
 
 
 
"Oh...I thought it looked familiar...oh well...15 gold, really? Well she better still have some cookies after the tournament is over!"
 
 
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| width="100%" style="text-align: left;" |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.
I hope you like peanut butter cookies!
 
  
...no, seriously, we're out of chocolate chips.
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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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Well then you had better start baking!
 
 
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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.
I'll tell the cook.
 
  
What time will you arrive?
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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.
  
...just so I'll be sure they're ready, of course.
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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.
Sometime Wednesday evening or Thursday morning I should think...plenty of time to bake lots of cookies
 
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"Pest control! Nothing to see here! Move along"
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Anne sat down the letter, and began laughing madly. When she had finally finished, tears were streaming down her eyes. "I think I underestimated Dave's obsession with cookies..." She wiped away the tears with her sleeve. "Cathy, quit writing and send a message to the baker - I need five hundred or so cookies by Wednesday."
 
  
The scribe objected, "She can't possibly eat all thos-"
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He went around the corner to meet up with the scribe Yuma and the scout Nibal.
  
"That is the point. I want her to die of cookie overdose! No one will ever know I planned it! Not even the judge!"
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"You got the giant rabbit?" Yuma asked
  
"You can't die of-" The scribe stopped, smelling the familiar sent of wine on Anne's breath. "Very well, Dame. What type?"
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"Yes. Thankfully it's stopped struggling."
  
"All types!"
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Nibal was watching carefully for any passers by, but they were alone in a ally.
  
The scribe wrote something down, then exited the study.
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"What now then?"
  
Anne leaned back against her chair, placed her feet up on the table, and started laughing again.
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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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Hmmm noble ladies Anneliese and Davendrall,
 
<br>You should visit my estate in Saradic, I am sure I'd find your company very interesting. Leprechaun Wine for Davendrall and some good non-leprechaunian wine for Anneliese.
 
<br>You know, a unexperienced young boy like me needs friends who can show him the ropes.
 
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Cookies and Leprechaun Wine? What could be better? See you there later this week, and don't forget the cookies Anne
 
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Oh, I won't forget.
 
 
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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...''
"...especially not since I ordered five hundred of them! What was I thinking?" They were once again in Anne's study, though this time she was sober, and nursing a headache.
 
 
 
"I believe your exact words were 'I want her to die of cookie overdose'."
 
 
 
She rubbed her temple, "I don't recall saying such a stupid thing."
 
 
 
The scribe held out her tablet and showed it to her, "Here, I took the liberty of writing your words down, since I was afraid this exact situation would arise."
 
 
 
Right under 'Anneliese laughs like a mad woman' was: 'I want her to die of cookie overdose! No one will ever know I planned it! Not even the judge!'
 
 
 
She frowned. "I do not laugh like a mad woman!"
 
 
 
"If you say so, Dame."
 
 
 
Anne narrowed her eyes stared at her.
 
 
 
"I was merely agreeing with you." The scribe kept her face neutral, and carefully changed the subject, "Now, then, how are you going to kill Dame Davendrall if there will be a witness?"
 
  
"I could kill both of them, but that doesn't strike me as appropriate. Instead, I shall have to use another idea..."
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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]]
 
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