((Greiger, I'm prettys sure you'll want to write about the summoning of the bird. Right now i've moved the group that is on the back of the summon's back, but I won't way anything on it ,
Heph, I'll keep moving the boat as well for this turn. However my current post is still in turn
Graed paused for a moment, stunned at the Ter's rebuke. "I..." he began self-consiously, fighting to keep his ears from falling flat in shame.
"I found it!" Cenna's bright voice came, inturrupting the archer's as she brought out a wooden cage containing a large, vibrant dragonfly. ((I think this is what you mean, if i'm wrong let me know). "It's right where you said it was sir Ter." she continued as she vaulted neatly between the two boats, coming to a rest befor the Roshani. "Here you are, one dragonfly"
Noting Ter's taict assurance of a job well done, the vulpinan woman glowed with pleasure, her face turned into a such a bright smile that Graed's eyes immediatly tightened distrustfully. "Cenna, empty your pockets." Graed's voice brok her smile, drawing a look of confusion and fear, "Wh...what Graed?"
The soldier's expression hardened, ignoring the protest from their companion as he gripped his bow tightly with his right hand and grabbed Cenna's arm, "You heard me. By the authority of the Lilaceleben Gaurd, empty your pockets."
The river was silent except for the trickle of water across the bow of the ship as the vulpinan's ears flattened to her skull and her tail sunk down far below her back. Sheepisly she reached into the many pockets in her harness and began pulling out numerous coins and metal trinkets from them. Many of which Graed recognized from Ter's Pirogue.
Many more objects joined those that were on the bottom of the flatboat, several of which Graed recognized as either his own, Ter's, or belonging to other owners back at Liaceleba. After several minutes the deed was done.
"Cenna, grab your own belongings and get out of my sight." the soldier said in disgust as he looked at the pile of stolen trinkets, the digits on his hindlimb pulling free his own belongings. A small, intracatly-carved perch bone bracelet and a small, excellently carved oaken idol of a female vulpin holding a child. Behind him he heard the faint sob of the woodworker as she rounded the large pile of wood that was stacked high in the middle of the boat.
"That, is why I didn't follow your request." Graed said roughly at Ter's inquiring look, his voice choked slightly as he turned away and watched the water flow around the prow of the boat. "After all, only a fool trusts a Vulpinan."
Turn 9
With a grin Vime glanced over towards Liliaceleba and the tiny boats drifting away from it, his eyes alight with interest. To the east of the settlement the roads between Aveceleba and Liliaceleba grew towards each other, the ends nearly connecting as the first merchants reached both towns.
"Do you think the giants will notice the messanger animal Issha? Even more importantly, will they be able to take it down before it's out of range?" He asked nonchalantly, taking little notice of the conversation of his diciples below.
[ May 24, 2008: Message edited by: Jamini ]