Mission #57
On one early, crisp, bright spring day, it was a day of adventure and activity. It was just an inner feeling. With feet like mine, it's hard not to have days like these.
I am Philomel, weasel fighter, wielder of a mighty mace I have had since my father (Yet another wondrous fighter) has been alive. I have traced my roots back to the town Y Nulc, yet no further. Hoping to escape reality for a while, I set out on a simple hike with my good friend, Igger.
As if Igger needed a description, he is a dugong, and a fat one at that. He is an expert wielder of the double-ended pike. He is the ruler and spirit of The Misty Moor.
At the beginning of this day, I went to Igger to see what he thought of such a thought. He was in bed for quite a while, being the size (from side to side) that he is, and have eaten a meal that made rabbits scoff.
Waiting for near 2 hours, Igger finally awoke and said his thoughts. "A hike, ehhh? Seeing I have nothing else much to do, I will come along. Where to?" "Well," said I, "I believe we should go to the outside forested area around The Silverpeak. What say ya'?" "Perfect!" exclaimed him. "We might take some supplies and sleep out there for a night or two, though. We could make it much more interesting with that." "If the spirit of The Misty Moor," I said with sarcasm, "speaks so, it shall be done!" "Oh hush! You sound like a dibbun with good grammar ya' old boned elder!" he said with special emphasis on elder.
We were off within a few hours, with Igger needing to pack what seemed a week's amount of food. He explained that he needed to keep his "stature." I personally thought we'd be back before he lost his stomach, but that was me.
After all delays, we were off. It took only a few hours to get to the forest, so we explored that area. Finding a field with few trees and shrubs, we set up camp. Dinner was prepared (though it seemed a feast) and the two of us ate a hearty meal. Now, all smart beasts know that after eating large meals, you get sleepy, and soon all goes black and you enter the dream world. That was how this all started.
I awoke the next morning with a terrible headache. I figured it was the ale from the night before, but I was wrong. I searched around myself, stumbling in to a pair of bars. Suddenly, my brain turned on. Bars! Where were we? More or less, I. I found I was in a cage with a score (if not more) of vermin were laughing at my stupidity and awkwardness from outside the bars. I was surprised, scared, and mad that these vermin were acting so.
I searched around for Igger, finally finding him in about three cages, still asleep. There were at least fifty vermin watching him, most keeping him from breaking the cage. I knew this was not Igger's or my day.
Soon through the day, I heard the scattered talking of these vermin, hearing various things like "we plundered them good" or "they brought us plenty of food." I knew they had our food, and I was getting hungry.
The rascal fiends did feed us eventually. They gave us crusts of the bread, icing off the cakes, and only fizz from the ale. Not bad once you think about it. After our "feast", Igger woke up. Rolling over, he nearly broke the cages and almost squashed at least twenty-five of the knaves.
Igger let out a huge yawn and then came to realization. He shuddered, and then went silent. He searched for his pike, the treasure of The Misty Moor. I then remembered my mace. I searched hi and low, but to no avail. I then saw the biggest and baddest looking fiend of the whole lot. He wielded my mace and Igger's pike.
He was a large, well-built fiend, one who I doubt any would wish to fight. He had an ear and a paw missing, with no guess how. He bellowed, "Who owns this mace and pike?" "Sir," said I, "I, Philomel, own that mace and my friend Igger owns the pike. I wish for you to return both weapons." He bellowed enormous laughter, soon bursting into tears. "Return these weapons? The mace that took me ear and paw? Do you take me for a fool?
I was confused. My mace had done this damage? How? When? By who? Then I understood. My father had battled this vermin. I needed to find out about this creature. "What is your name beast?" I said much too bravely. "Your one to talk. You're in a cage, with your lives at stake, and you talk that way? Fools you are to be so to Admiral Tailblade."
Igger, who had been quiet the whole time piped up, "Let us out! We ain't done naught to deserve this!" "So you think!" was Tailblade's response. Being good beasts is a good enough reason for this. After stealing from Silverpeak, we can use you two for ransom to get even more! Mwa ha ha ha ha!
"What are you doing here? What have you stolen from Silverpeak?" I had to know that, so I asked and was answered with, "You will know in good time, all in good time." There was continuous laughter from the scurvy crew. I was completely cared, but none more then Igger. I was worried for him. Soon, our dinner came. A crust of bread and lukewarm water was our treat. Through the whole time, Igger said not a word. It seemed he got stronger by the instant. It was hard to tell, though.
Soon after dinner, there was a large bonfire. It was hard to tell what they were to do, but I feared for the worst. "My troops!" Tailblade exclaimed, "We have captured many goods!" A roar came from the vermin. Tailblade continued, "In addition to that, we have captured the son of the one who did the damage to me, in addition to the master of Misty Moor!" A roar, greater then the previous one came from them. "Now," said Tailblade, "we burn them for the goodness!" The final roar occurred.
I was scared for my life. I had no plan whatsoever, so I was sure my adventure (and life) would end there. Then Igger decided to have a plan. It was actually a very good one.
It started out Igger rolled around in his bunch of cages, and broke them. He rolled over numerous vermin, knocked Admiral Tailblade over, and got his pike and my mace went flying into the woods. This all happened because the vermin had dropped their guard and paid no attention to the cage(s). "Now," said Igger, "who is in control?" "Igger!" exclaimed, "Let me out!" "Right, I knew that. Give me a sec'." Igger let his guard down long enough. Too long.
When I was freed, Tailblade knocked Igger to the ground. "You fool!" Tailblade exclaimed. "You ruined my plan! You will die a slow, painful death. I will roast you over an open flame! I will roast you over an open flame! I'll slit your gullet!" "I'll believe it," said Igger, "when I see it!" Igger and Tailblade charged at each other!
They were obviously playing chicken, but who would move first? Both of them went crashing into each other, looking silly, but no damage. I then went to search for my mace.
The forest was dark, but I found my mace. Actually my foot found out. Tripping over my own weapon did feel silly, but I was fine. I got up and reentered the melee.
The two creatures were still tangled, but that would be over soon. I went up and tried to whack Tailblade in the head. I was acting silly and arrogant.
Tailblade was ready, and I was thrown back, and hit upon the head. Even with no weapon, he sure packed a punch. I was thrown back, and almost blacked out if there wasn't a fire I happened to be sitting on.
I howled in pain, very much hurt. I was faster at the time, trying to put the flame out. Running around as I was, soon the flammables were sparking, and Tailblade started burning. "Arggggghhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!" Tailblade exclaimed. "Put it out! Put it out!" He then ran forth and jumped into a nearby stream, extinguishing the flame. A small rowboat found him soon and was carried to his ship. "Curse you, you good beasts! You'll plead for death next time I'm done with you!" Tailblade then disappeared into the settling mist. IU grabbed the haversack filled with the stolen supplies and started to run. I then remembered. Igger!
I ran back into the settling flame. I found Igger, lying on the ground, quiet and moving little. I feared for him. 'Igger!" I cried. "Don't die on me!" I then heard a strange breathing noise from Igger. I looked closer. Igger wasn't dead! He was asleep!
While Igger was asleep, I looked into the haversack to see what was inside. "Stop!" was the commanding voice I heard behind me. I turned to see a squirrel, one I knew from Silverpeak. "Nargo!" I cried. "What are you doing out here?" "Simple," was the reply. I'm searching for the stolen goods. I'm glad you have them. You didn't steal those items, did you?" "Of course not!" I replied. 'I defeated Admiral Tailblade for this. Do you know what's inside?" I asked, my curiosity reaching its peak. "Look inside to see," was my reply. I searched the contents in the bag and was surprised.
Inside the sack, there were many recipes, each old and memorable. Also inside was a collection of cooking tools. I was surprised. The lives Igger and I had been risked for this? "I see your confusion," Nargo explained. "Without this, we've had horrible food! We haven't had decent food for near a week!" I gave a sigh, and laughed out loud.
Back at Silverpeak, a feast was held for Igger and I, though it took most of the Silverpeak inhabitants to pull Igger there, him still being asleep. The feast was of great proportions, making Igger wake at the immediate smell.
The feast lasted well into the night, with dancing, singing, poems, and our interpretation of the whole story. "There were at least a dozen score of them, each with sharpened rapiers, spears, and swords of all variations. Being the hero I am, I lay at least half dozen with me mace, the other half were squashed when Igger rolled into them. Soon, only Tailblade was left. He had enough intelligence to leave us, with a promise he would never be seen again! That's when we came back," was how I told our story. Not one soul believed it, but was fun all and all.
In the weeks that followed, Igger and I went back to The Misty Moor to see everything in perfect order. It turned out Congrat had been under rule while we had been gone. Congrat was thanked with rank advancement to the Sentry rank.
All is well now, Igger as large as ever, Congrat as aging as ever, and a new member is being considered, a adder by the name Tsatti. I'll have to test him soon. The possibilities! Until The Misty Moor or Silverpeak are in distress, Philomel will be there, learning of his past, present, and future while helping those in need!
On one early, crisp, bright spring day, it was a day of adventure and activity. It was just an inner feeling. With feet like mine, it's hard not to have days like these.
I am Philomel, weasel fighter, wielder of a mighty mace I have had since my father (Yet another wondrous fighter) has been alive. I have traced my roots back to the town Y Nulc, yet no further. Hoping to escape reality for a while, I set out on a simple hike with my good friend, Igger.
As if Igger needed a description, he is a dugong, and a fat one at that. He is an expert wielder of the double-ended pike. He is the ruler and spirit of The Misty Moor.
At the beginning of this day, I went to Igger to see what he thought of such a thought. He was in bed for quite a while, being the size (from side to side) that he is, and have eaten a meal that made rabbits scoff.
Waiting for near 2 hours, Igger finally awoke and said his thoughts. "A hike, ehhh? Seeing I have nothing else much to do, I will come along. Where to?" "Well," said I, "I believe we should go to the outside forested area around The Silverpeak. What say ya'?" "Perfect!" exclaimed him. "We might take some supplies and sleep out there for a night or two, though. We could make it much more interesting with that." "If the spirit of The Misty Moor," I said with sarcasm, "speaks so, it shall be done!" "Oh hush! You sound like a dibbun with good grammar ya' old boned elder!" he said with special emphasis on elder.
We were off within a few hours, with Igger needing to pack what seemed a week's amount of food. He explained that he needed to keep his "stature." I personally thought we'd be back before he lost his stomach, but that was me.
After all delays, we were off. It took only a few hours to get to the forest, so we explored that area. Finding a field with few trees and shrubs, we set up camp. Dinner was prepared (though it seemed a feast) and the two of us ate a hearty meal. Now, all smart beasts know that after eating large meals, you get sleepy, and soon all goes black and you enter the dream world. That was how this all started.
I awoke the next morning with a terrible headache. I figured it was the ale from the night before, but I was wrong. I searched around myself, stumbling in to a pair of bars. Suddenly, my brain turned on. Bars! Where were we? More or less, I. I found I was in a cage with a score (if not more) of vermin were laughing at my stupidity and awkwardness from outside the bars. I was surprised, scared, and mad that these vermin were acting so.
I searched around for Igger, finally finding him in about three cages, still asleep. There were at least fifty vermin watching him, most keeping him from breaking the cage. I knew this was not Igger's or my day.
Soon through the day, I heard the scattered talking of these vermin, hearing various things like "we plundered them good" or "they brought us plenty of food." I knew they had our food, and I was getting hungry.
The rascal fiends did feed us eventually. They gave us crusts of the bread, icing off the cakes, and only fizz from the ale. Not bad once you think about it. After our "feast", Igger woke up. Rolling over, he nearly broke the cages and almost squashed at least twenty-five of the knaves.
Igger let out a huge yawn and then came to realization. He shuddered, and then went silent. He searched for his pike, the treasure of The Misty Moor. I then remembered my mace. I searched hi and low, but to no avail. I then saw the biggest and baddest looking fiend of the whole lot. He wielded my mace and Igger's pike.
He was a large, well-built fiend, one who I doubt any would wish to fight. He had an ear and a paw missing, with no guess how. He bellowed, "Who owns this mace and pike?" "Sir," said I, "I, Philomel, own that mace and my friend Igger owns the pike. I wish for you to return both weapons." He bellowed enormous laughter, soon bursting into tears. "Return these weapons? The mace that took me ear and paw? Do you take me for a fool?
I was confused. My mace had done this damage? How? When? By who? Then I understood. My father had battled this vermin. I needed to find out about this creature. "What is your name beast?" I said much too bravely. "Your one to talk. You're in a cage, with your lives at stake, and you talk that way? Fools you are to be so to Admiral Tailblade."
Igger, who had been quiet the whole time piped up, "Let us out! We ain't done naught to deserve this!" "So you think!" was Tailblade's response. Being good beasts is a good enough reason for this. After stealing from Silverpeak, we can use you two for ransom to get even more! Mwa ha ha ha ha!
"What are you doing here? What have you stolen from Silverpeak?" I had to know that, so I asked and was answered with, "You will know in good time, all in good time." There was continuous laughter from the scurvy crew. I was completely cared, but none more then Igger. I was worried for him. Soon, our dinner came. A crust of bread and lukewarm water was our treat. Through the whole time, Igger said not a word. It seemed he got stronger by the instant. It was hard to tell, though.
Soon after dinner, there was a large bonfire. It was hard to tell what they were to do, but I feared for the worst. "My troops!" Tailblade exclaimed, "We have captured many goods!" A roar came from the vermin. Tailblade continued, "In addition to that, we have captured the son of the one who did the damage to me, in addition to the master of Misty Moor!" A roar, greater then the previous one came from them. "Now," said Tailblade, "we burn them for the goodness!" The final roar occurred.
I was scared for my life. I had no plan whatsoever, so I was sure my adventure (and life) would end there. Then Igger decided to have a plan. It was actually a very good one.
It started out Igger rolled around in his bunch of cages, and broke them. He rolled over numerous vermin, knocked Admiral Tailblade over, and got his pike and my mace went flying into the woods. This all happened because the vermin had dropped their guard and paid no attention to the cage(s). "Now," said Igger, "who is in control?" "Igger!" exclaimed, "Let me out!" "Right, I knew that. Give me a sec'." Igger let his guard down long enough. Too long.
When I was freed, Tailblade knocked Igger to the ground. "You fool!" Tailblade exclaimed. "You ruined my plan! You will die a slow, painful death. I will roast you over an open flame! I will roast you over an open flame! I'll slit your gullet!" "I'll believe it," said Igger, "when I see it!" Igger and Tailblade charged at each other!
They were obviously playing chicken, but who would move first? Both of them went crashing into each other, looking silly, but no damage. I then went to search for my mace.
The forest was dark, but I found my mace. Actually my foot found out. Tripping over my own weapon did feel silly, but I was fine. I got up and reentered the melee.
The two creatures were still tangled, but that would be over soon. I went up and tried to whack Tailblade in the head. I was acting silly and arrogant.
Tailblade was ready, and I was thrown back, and hit upon the head. Even with no weapon, he sure packed a punch. I was thrown back, and almost blacked out if there wasn't a fire I happened to be sitting on.
I howled in pain, very much hurt. I was faster at the time, trying to put the flame out. Running around as I was, soon the flammables were sparking, and Tailblade started burning. "Arggggghhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!" Tailblade exclaimed. "Put it out! Put it out!" He then ran forth and jumped into a nearby stream, extinguishing the flame. A small rowboat found him soon and was carried to his ship. "Curse you, you good beasts! You'll plead for death next time I'm done with you!" Tailblade then disappeared into the settling mist. IU grabbed the haversack filled with the stolen supplies and started to run. I then remembered. Igger!
I ran back into the settling flame. I found Igger, lying on the ground, quiet and moving little. I feared for him. 'Igger!" I cried. "Don't die on me!" I then heard a strange breathing noise from Igger. I looked closer. Igger wasn't dead! He was asleep!
While Igger was asleep, I looked into the haversack to see what was inside. "Stop!" was the commanding voice I heard behind me. I turned to see a squirrel, one I knew from Silverpeak. "Nargo!" I cried. "What are you doing out here?" "Simple," was the reply. I'm searching for the stolen goods. I'm glad you have them. You didn't steal those items, did you?" "Of course not!" I replied. 'I defeated Admiral Tailblade for this. Do you know what's inside?" I asked, my curiosity reaching its peak. "Look inside to see," was my reply. I searched the contents in the bag and was surprised.
Inside the sack, there were many recipes, each old and memorable. Also inside was a collection of cooking tools. I was surprised. The lives Igger and I had been risked for this? "I see your confusion," Nargo explained. "Without this, we've had horrible food! We haven't had decent food for near a week!" I gave a sigh, and laughed out loud.
Back at Silverpeak, a feast was held for Igger and I, though it took most of the Silverpeak inhabitants to pull Igger there, him still being asleep. The feast was of great proportions, making Igger wake at the immediate smell.
The feast lasted well into the night, with dancing, singing, poems, and our interpretation of the whole story. "There were at least a dozen score of them, each with sharpened rapiers, spears, and swords of all variations. Being the hero I am, I lay at least half dozen with me mace, the other half were squashed when Igger rolled into them. Soon, only Tailblade was left. He had enough intelligence to leave us, with a promise he would never be seen again! That's when we came back," was how I told our story. Not one soul believed it, but was fun all and all.
In the weeks that followed, Igger and I went back to The Misty Moor to see everything in perfect order. It turned out Congrat had been under rule while we had been gone. Congrat was thanked with rank advancement to the Sentry rank.
All is well now, Igger as large as ever, Congrat as aging as ever, and a new member is being considered, a adder by the name Tsatti. I'll have to test him soon. The possibilities! Until The Misty Moor or Silverpeak are in distress, Philomel will be there, learning of his past, present, and future while helping those in need!