Some'hing in 'he Tookwa'er!

[danic 352]

Going about your usual business in Branborough, you hear yelling from a familiar voice, looking down the river, you see Finnlyn rushing toward you, fear and confusion in his eyes. He stops, panting frantically, sputtering out a ramble of gibberish. Finnlyn takes a swig of water desperately and starts explaining why he's so bugged out.

'Here's some'hing in Tookwa'er! An' i' ain' Terror! I saw i' wit' me own peepers! I was jus' fishin' 'bout like me usual day, caugh' a big'un tew! Bu' as I reeled in 'he catch, I looke' 'own an' saw i'! I' stood like a 'all one, bu' i' was shor'er. 'E 'ad long ears like an elf, bu' 'hat's no' 'he weirdest par'!

'E WAS BLUE! 'AD ALL T'E FEA'URES OF A FISHY! BU' IT S'OO' ON 'WO LEGS! I' jus' walked along Tookwa'ers sandy bo'oms, uncarin'! I 'hink he saw me 'cause 'e go' scared and disappeare'! I don' know where 'e swam off te, bu' I don' 'hink I wanna know!

I don' know if 'e be friendly'or'Demon! Maybe a spawn o'Terror? Maybe an' evil Sea crea'ure frum te Big wa'ers? Er maybe 'e be a new people comin' frum te Big Wa'ers.

Finnlyn pauses, trying to collect his thoughts for a moment, he snarls lightly but in good humor.

Or maybe i' be BILI pullin' 'no'her' prank on us! Oh if i' be 'im I'll give 'im a good Shovelin' I will! Eh... I'm ge'in' off 'opic. I don' know wha' te do, I've never deal' wit' such a 'hing."

((Hey! The "sea monster" is actually a character of a friend of mine, The_Blind_Seer, he made this character awhile back but never truly got to RP with anybody. Now with the deep sea diving helmet added he can properly RP his character living underwater. His character was approved, and if you have any question just ask him. As of right now I have set up a little home with a single torch and a "bed" (RPed as sand and Seaweed) in the small cave in the river.

His MC name on the account is called "UltrahViolet". The reason I wanted to do this was because I missed RPing with him, as I could not currently until now. Both of us thought the idea would be fun to have his fish character live in the river, possibly giving the real feel of having the "Tookwater Terror", he will in no way replace Terror.

I probably should have asked first but we both got so caught up in the idea we started instantly. I promise you he is a top notch RPer and will not break any rules. And if he, forever reason, does, I am willing to take full responsibility for any consequences. I hope I did not angry anyone with this, and I hope you have fun:) ))

[Dalek348 1962]

Faldo drops his pint of mead that he was so looking forward to, with a look of sheer terror upon his face. The mug of mead comes crashing to the floor of the Drunken Sheep, mead sploshing everywhere. He reaches for his shovel, wordless, and marches out to meet the spawn of the Terror head on.

((This is a nice idea, perhaps we'll give it a name like **** or Trevor. I'd like that :] (Server censors D i c k for some reason, it's just a name :P)))

[LaCabra (Soda) 1519]

((This is a nice idea, perhaps we'll give it a name like **** or Trevor. I'd like that :]))

((I've always wanted to name my pets ****.))

[Dalek348 1962]

((I've always wanted to name my pets ****.))

((****'s a nice name, it gives off a friendly vibe but a person called **** might not be the type of person you want to hang around for too long))

[The Womping Wizard 400]

((*Azune walks to the halflings in a suit with a cloth draped over his arm.* "Hello, I'm Azune, I shall be your river monster for the evening. I recommend the Cod, its a fine choice."

Hopefully this will be a nice experience for myself and the other halflings which don't end up in myself being cooked over the fire @-@.))

[Dalek348 1962]

Faldo meets eye to eye with the fishy spawn of the Terror, but finds that he's rather an innocuous fellow, and thinks that they could get along. Aside from the fact that the creature could turn at any second and rip his innards from him, he takes quite a liking to the ***** chap, but gives it a wary poke with his splendid golden shovel.

Yes, I think I'll call ya ****.

[The Womping Wizard 400]

Azune stands slightly taller then Faldo, appearing to look the age and size of a 14 year old boy. He stares frightened by Faldo and falls back from the shore to the deep river bottom, frightened by his actions of a flimsy poke.

Azune, at the bottom of the river, swims away quickly hopefully out of sight into his small cave and collapses onto his makeshift bed.