Posted by More Mohicanland Chronicles on September 23, 2000 at 15:10:42:
In Reply to: Time for The Autumn Hunt posted by Mohicanland Chronicles on September 22, 2000 at 18:18:34:
: Well before first light, when the woods were yet silent and cold, and the river ran dark and heavy under a cover of morning fog, She Who Tracks La Longue Carabine slipped lightly into her bark canoe and pushed off into the gentle current. With Hector snuggled warmly against her legs, she plied her paddle quietly and set off toward the eastern settlements, where she would trade a few pelts for her final supplies before she struck off north toward the ruins of Fort William Henry and on into the wilderness in the search for game. Her heart lifted with the morning sun, as a gentle breeze slowly sent the layers of swirling fog upward past the treetops and into the pale blue of an early Autumn sky. With the Autumn Hunt ahead, can adventcha be far behind?
: The Mohicanland Chronicles
Meanwhile, in another part of Mohicanland......
The Dutch Trader was drawing up an inventory of left-over Summer goods. "Bloody hell", she said, "what-tah-heck am I going to do with all this worthless stuff?" After some deep, spiritual soulsearching, she decided to consult Commander Achillse.
The Commander advised: "Trash it. You'll feel better once you're done. Trust me. And, hey! Let's be careful out there. Where-tah-heck are my warrioresses? I hate to be unemployed. Can't you traders start another trade war?"
The Commander was right, of course, and after trashing her place, DT felt absolutely more UP than she had all Summer. She decided to head over to Bumppo's to get seriously smashed and to beat the living daylights out of the Huggy Merchant. Who needs hugs anyway? Duh...
DT was getting all excited at the prospects, but suddenly there was a knock on the door. What-tah-ya-know? It were the old trading buddies, E.Lane and the Canadian. They looked rather agitated and said.........