"I AM FIRE AND WATER, EARTH AND SKY! I AM POWER INCARNATE! YOU SHALL KNEEL BEFORE ME AS A WORSHIPER WOULD PROSTRATE BEFORE HIS GOD!"
Liam Stoutheart: http://www.redwallslegacy.com/forum/index.php?topic=2780.0
Playing Liam in Wooden Travels in the region of Mossflower Wood
Playing Liam in SAO Redwall in the region of Non-Traditional RPG
Playing Liam in Down Under Adventures in the region of Non-Traditional RPG
“Ho aye!” Rumble said proudly to the strange mouse that had come out of nowhere. He was already on a good start, since he just met a singing beast. “Oi’m goin’ on an hadventurr, oi am!”
A terrible thought struck Rumble that this mouse might drag him back to the Abbey, but he banished it to the back of his mind. Such things ought not to be thought about!
He looked at the mouse curiously. ”Was that you singen afore?” he asked a bit shyly. “Oi allerways loiked a gudd songer.”
‘Eveningtime’, thought Rumble as he trundled through Mossflower Wood with his walking stick, ‘Tis the best time for moles. There’s no light to see where we dig, but we have to use all our senses. Tis the best time indeed.’
The little mole was far away from where he was supposed to be. Which was in bed, inside of Redwall Abbey’s walls. Unfortunately for the good Brothers and Sisters of the Abbey, Rumble had been planning this little adventure for a little while now, even digging a secret hole so he could slip out unnoticed. Ever since he’d heard the stories of Dandin and Mariel, Rumble fancied himself an adventurer too, and wanted to have fun escapades just like them!
Currently, he’d made his way a fair distance from the Abbey, but now it was time to stop for the night. He sat down and rummaged through the little pack that he’d brought with him, and pulled out a bright red apple.
“If et wurr noice and cookered, oi wudd have a gudd meal,” Rumble mumbled aloud, and bit into the juicy fruit. In the distance, amid the fading twitters of birds and the increase in cricket chirping, he heard the lilting voice of a singing creature. He listened, and clapped when it was finished.
“That wuz a foin songer, maister voice,” he called out into the darkness. The mole finished the apple, then pulled out a blanket from the rucksack, and draped it over himself as he lay against a nearby tree.
(I have yet to decide to what extent Liam’s backstory will be changed in this rp, will let you know in the next post)
Everything was so different, Liam thought to himself as he disembarked at the New Mossflower train station. From the sight of the soaring ceiling above the platform, to the smells of food and coal and unidentifiable substances, it was like something had stirred his spirit. His master had been adamant on him being exposed to the wider world, rather than spending his years taking care of a ‘dusty old squirrel’, as she put it. Now he saw the wisdom of her words, and wished he’d only done this sooner.
Loud whistles could be heard all over the station, as trains were constantly coming and going, picking up and disgorging passengers of all stripes. Shrugging, he adjusted his rucksack slightly and made his to the exit. No sense in dawdling here when he had a whole city to see.