Tyra sat up, just a little dazed from when something hit her a little too hard in the head. As the other two sat up, she finally was able to reconize them.
"Tulia! Kessa! What are you two doing here?"
The two looked sheepishly at each other, then gave the same reply.
"Martin told us to come."
Tyra sighed.
"Well, iffn 'e did, we'd better git a move h'on. Oh, no, we fergot ta dig around in that old storage room. Okay, we need to go to the bell tower, but 'urry and be quiet!"
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The ceasless noise of the catapult against the wall was very pleasing to Predak, even if it was keeping her up all night. She was sitting by the same tree she was earlier, trying to twist Ed's plan.
"Yes, that would work, keep them up all day with weaponry attacks, then retreat at night and use the catapult. I want them to pay."
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Rummaging around in the dusty room, the three finally found weapons that suit them. Tyra found a short sword that the blade was slightly shorter, by about an inch, that a sword. It was incased in a tarneshed sheath, with the belt wound around the handle, and she also found a sling and stone pouch.
Tulia found a dagger and also grabbed a second sling.
Kessa found a true sword, and inch longer than Tyra's, and got the other sling.
Together they made their way out the north wallgate and ran up the path as the sun began to rise.
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The three were, of course, found out when the Abbey began to bustle. It started with Tyra and Tulia's friends, who discovered them gone when they failed to meet them by the pond, and then Kessa's mother, when she went to rouse the two. This resulted in a huge search of the Abbey, resulting in nothing except for the note that Kessa left for her mother. Trying to comfort his wife while directing the search, Breton was frantic. But it was nothing compared to Muddy, Vicy and Sassy.
The three were frantically searching everywhere for their friends, then literally ran into Tuthine in the orchard, knocking all of them to the ground.
"Tulia! Kessa! What are you two doing here?"
The two looked sheepishly at each other, then gave the same reply.
"Martin told us to come."
Tyra sighed.
"Well, iffn 'e did, we'd better git a move h'on. Oh, no, we fergot ta dig around in that old storage room. Okay, we need to go to the bell tower, but 'urry and be quiet!"
************************************************************
The ceasless noise of the catapult against the wall was very pleasing to Predak, even if it was keeping her up all night. She was sitting by the same tree she was earlier, trying to twist Ed's plan.
"Yes, that would work, keep them up all day with weaponry attacks, then retreat at night and use the catapult. I want them to pay."
************************************************************
Rummaging around in the dusty room, the three finally found weapons that suit them. Tyra found a short sword that the blade was slightly shorter, by about an inch, that a sword. It was incased in a tarneshed sheath, with the belt wound around the handle, and she also found a sling and stone pouch.
Tulia found a dagger and also grabbed a second sling.
Kessa found a true sword, and inch longer than Tyra's, and got the other sling.
Together they made their way out the north wallgate and ran up the path as the sun began to rise.
************************************************************
The three were, of course, found out when the Abbey began to bustle. It started with Tyra and Tulia's friends, who discovered them gone when they failed to meet them by the pond, and then Kessa's mother, when she went to rouse the two. This resulted in a huge search of the Abbey, resulting in nothing except for the note that Kessa left for her mother. Trying to comfort his wife while directing the search, Breton was frantic. But it was nothing compared to Muddy, Vicy and Sassy.
The three were frantically searching everywhere for their friends, then literally ran into Tuthine in the orchard, knocking all of them to the ground.
