Eulalia Quotes II

>> Thursday, August 12, 2010

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"If'n dey don't open d'gates an' let us in fer a visit-"
Maudie interrupted. "Wait, don't tell me, you'll stamp your paws a lot, an' never speak to them again. right?"

Rangval winked at Gorath, remarking quietly, "Ah now, there's a pretty maid who's as brainy as she's beautiful. Ye couldn't do much better'n to stick with her, if'n I say so myself." Gorath winked back at the rogue squirrel. "I intend to!"

"Casting sword and sheild aside now, I stand/weary and forlorn,/in the silence of the woodlands, I will rest/until the dawn./Let me sleep and dream forever, of the golden/days of yore,/and those friends who marched off with me,/who'll return alas no more."

The battle was on. Maudie was everywhere at once, swinging a loaded sling at the vermin heads, stamping and kicking at paws that came over the top, yelling like a wildbeast. "Yaaarrr! Blood'n'vinegar, chaps!" Rangval, with a dagger in either paw, scuttled, crouching crablike as he circled the rim, stabbing left and right. "Arrah, step up, ye villains, an' meet the rogue!" Osbil saw a shrew take a spear through his heart, the Guosim chieftan ran to fill the gap as his comrade fell. His rapier weaved a flashing pattern in the ceaseless drizzle as he carved and thrust, howling aloud. "S'death to ye, vermin, an' I'm the best to bring it!"

Gorath the Flame was following his fate.

"Huh, these confounded heroic types, you'd think instead o' rushin' off to face their fate, they'd jolly well sit still an' let the Fate come to them, wot!"

"But remember the old saying, It ain't the uniform that counts, 'tis the warrior who wears it, eh!"

The crimson westering sun cast long shadows on the three badgers. Gorath and salixa took Asheye's paws, allowing him to lead them into the mountain fortress of Salamandastron. Maudie borrowed Martin's sword from Orkwill, it flashed scarlet in the last rays as the shores resounded to the mass roar of a single word...
"Eulaliaaaaaaaaaaa!"

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I Am An Otter

You're an otter, mate! Another good friend of Redwall, you are a natural swimmer and a deadly fighter especially with a long bow or javellin. Camp Willow is your home, just as Redwall is your second home. You have a good heart and a strong sense of loyalty. You absolutely love Shrimp and Hotroot soup, living by the motto "Ain't nothing 'otter for an Otter!".

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