Roleplay!

[loti71]

(By the way, Firetooth, I just barely read your siggy-thing. Why say that?)

"So clever of you," Quixote said to Firetooth, "when I might've let you and your army join us or just leave. I did specify that /Draco's/ army had the choice, but I might've let you and your troops leave. Not now, however. Hold your ground, troops!" he then shouted to his army, who wouldn't have done much anyway, under the circumstances. "You wouldn't perhaps allow whistling, would you, Firetooth?"

[loti71]

(Why are there no replies?)

[Firetooth]

(By the way, Firetooth, I just barely read your siggy-thing. Why say that?)

"So clever of you," Quixote said to Firetooth, "when I might've let you and your army join us or just leave. I did specify that /Draco's/ army had the choice, but I might've let you and your troops leave. Not now, however. Hold your ground, troops!" he then shouted to his army, who wouldn't have done much anyway, under the circumstances. "You wouldn't perhaps allow whistling, would you, Firetooth?"

(soz I will reply tommorow, and my signature's a joke:p)

[Briar]

"So clever of you," Quixote said to Firetooth, "when I might've let you and your army join us or just leave. I did specify that /Draco's/ army had the choice, but I might've let you and your troops leave. Not now, however. Hold your ground, troops!" he then shouted to his army, who wouldn't have done much anyway, under the circumstances. "You wouldn't perhaps allow whistling, would you, Firetooth?"

And with that, Quixote began to whistle a little ditty.  He sounded so horrible that Firetooth crumpled to the ground clutching his ears in agonizing pain.

"Oh ya cruel beast," he cried out." I've never 'eard such a 'orrible sound in all me life."

While Firetooth was dealing with this inconvenience, Quixte fled with his band into Mossflower Wood.  "Hurry, we must rejoin the others.  Remember to grab that lard bucket Draco." 
And with that, Firetooth was left with only his troops and Wolf Snare (haven't heard from him in a while have we) to keep him company.

[loti71]

(XD Nice one, Briar.)

Some time later, Quixote and his group finally met up with Jadrek and his search-party. "Forget about them, Jadrek," the wildcat ordered, "just stick with me now. We need to head back to our fort and re-equip our new recruits."
Jadrek raised an eyebrow, holding back a smart-aleck comment. "Yessir," the wolf replied. And the whole army now moved at a steady pace toward their fort...

[Briar]

Miles away from both Quixote and Firetooth, Ungatt Trunn, the most feared sea rat to ever breathe, landed on the shores near the edge of Mossflower wood. Surrounding him were hundreds of the sleaziest, most ruthless and dishonest army of vermin that had ever stepped foot on the Mossflower shores.

Ungatt had travelled from the farthest reaches of the Western Sea to come to these shores.  He had been told tales of a grand fortress full of riches by sailors when he small.  Ever since, he had dreamed of owning such wealth.  Several month back be had been told of a wolf who knew how to obtain these riches, but the wolf had slipped through his claws.  He had sent his First Officer, Draco, to find this wolf, but Ungatt had not heard word from Draco in weeks. This only made Ungatt stick to his creed "If you need a friend dead, makes sure that it is you that is holding the knife."  Now, he was was going to have to do all the dirty work.

After landing, Ungatt saw that the sand had been trodden on by a great number of beasts.  The tracks led into the forest that lay before him.  First, he thought, I must find that wolf.  Then, I will be able to discover the secrets of this land and become it's supreme emperor. 

Without a word, Ungatt marched into the woods, his troops following close behind...

[Ungatt Trunn II]

(psst: my character is a wildcat)

continue.

[loti71]

(Ooh, another wildcat. Thanks for replying, Briar, Ungatt Trunn.)

Quixote's fort was an ancestral manor/castle with the fort built around it. The manor/castle was built defensively and in a way that it could be a fort in itself, with arrow slits to shoot through, narrow passageways that could be quickly blocked, etc, etc. Quixote had always lived in it, just as his late family and their ancestors, all members of the Katana family.
The fort had been built around this large structure as a base for the army that the wildcat now led. It was comprised mainly of stoats and half as many painted ones, with a scattering of other fighting beasts. For some reason, Quixote preferred stoats and painted ones; he couldn't find enough wildcats and/or feral cats to make any-sized army at all. In fact, the only other wildcats were a few officers and a couple bodyguards who usually stayed in the fort and manor/castle.
As Quixote, Jadrek, the wildcat's army, and the beasts who had decided to join his army, entered the opening main gates of the fort, Quixote gave the order to close and lock all gates leading into the fort. /This is actually the first time I've met a warlord like that,/ the wildcat thought, /he actually managed to sneak up behind me. I'll hafta keep an eye on him whenever possible./
Quixote was a young adult, with a jet-black pelt and blue eyes. He always wore a deep blue tunic that could almost blend in with dark shadows, and his main weapons were dual katanas.
Quixote and Jadrek entered the HQ of the fort. A gruff-looking stoat, sitting at a desk scattered with papers, looked up to see who entered. "Commander Katana, Commander Jadrek," the stoat acknowledged their presence, returning to his paperwork.
"We've brought in more recruits," the wolf replied curtly, "see to it that their re-equipping happens. Also, organize the supplies that we've brought in."
"Another horde or two, I presume?" the stoat inquired with a sly smirk, jotting down the spoken orders to be sent to the according departments.
Quixote left the building, followed by a slightly-irked Jadrek: Jadrek and that stoat were always irking each other, despite the stoat being of lower rank. The two commanders strode toward the entrance to the manor/castle, two wildcats quietly appearing behind and to either side of Quixote without notice; his two bodyguards.
/Firetooth.../ Quixote brooded. /Seems like someone I might want to ally with...if not, there will be blood spilled./

(Question: Should it be a manor or a castle?)

[Ungatt Trunn II]

(ehhh, what the heck, I've been mentioned to many times to stay out of this one)


After about a day of marching, Ungatt II decided to make a camp. As his soldiers began to unpack their belongings and prepare for a nights rest, he entered his tent and sat down. "Leave me." He whispered to his advisors. As they left, he looked at himself in a bowl of water, admiring at how much he resembled his father. "His legacy is mine now." He said to himself, "I must rule these new lands, and then..."

A large ferret entered his tent.

"What is it?" Said Ungatt without even looking up. "Lord, the tracks are getting newer, a large battle took place here not two days ago." The wildcat did nothing at first. After a few moments, he nodded. "Good, leave. We rest here tonight. Anyone tries stealing rations, torture and kill them." The ferret shuddered, then left.


(and it should be a castle, because a manor has peasants and such living in or around it.)

[Briar]

(sorry about the whole rat thing Ungatt, I was basing it off of your reg. race.)

After the ferret left Ungatt's tent, he went about setting up guards around the camp. The ferret, named Red Fang , had served in Ungatt II army for 3 years, which was longer than most beast.  Red Fang didn't know if this was luck or misfortune.  He had seen scores of his fellow beasts fall at the claws of Ungatt II.

Years ago, when Red Fang was just a young ferret, he had been taken from his home and family by Ungatt's army.  They had taken the young ferret and beat him until he couldn't even remember his own name.  When Red Fang cried for mercy, his right ear was sliced off.  Finally, when he thought he would die, he was released and sent to meet Ungatt himself.  

Red Fang remembered being more terrified then he had ever been before.  He was led into a great hall.  On the walls hung large tapestries dipicting gruesome images of small woodland creatures being dragged from their homes and of large piles of smoldering corpses.  Long wooden tables bordered the room but they looked as if no one had touched them in years.  Besides these lonely tables, the room was empty save for a single throne that sat at the far end.

In the throne, sat a great wildcat.  Red Fang was thrown down at the his feet.  A heavy silence smothered the chamber.  Then, in what seemed like an eternity, the wildcat looked up.  "Do you know who I am?" he growled softly.

Red Fang was frozen with a gripping dread.  He tried to meet the eyes of the beast that sat before him but was unable to and was forced to look down again. Like lightning, the wildcat sprang from his seat and ripped Red Fang from the floor. "Insolent fool! I am Ungatt Turin II. Son of the mongrel Ungatt Trunn.  You would do well to remember that."  With that Ungatt threw Red Fang out the door.

Since that fateful meeting, Red had risen through Ungatt II's ranks and was now one of the top lieutenants.  He stared into the fire, watching the flames lick the dry night air like snakes. "On of these days I will avenge my family and take back the years that I have lost. One day."  With that thought, he turned and continued to secure the camp for the evening.

(if you are reading this Red Fang, and don't wish to be a part just send me a message and I will change the name on this post.)

[Ungatt Trunn II]

As Ungatt woke, all was silent save for the  crackle of the small fire he had made before he went to sleep. It was still late, so he decided to take a stroll through his camp. "Back down, scum! I'm the captain of this regiment and my word is law!" Two weasels were arguing about rank. "Is dat so? Vell, I say that the law is the von made by the kitty himself, az if I cared. All he dus iz stalk around, killing hiz own men!" The higher rank drew his sword with anger. "This is defiance! Stand down and accept your punishment!" Just as the other weasel was about to draw his sword, Ungatt pounced on him.

The others looked on in horror as the wildcat gripped his opponents neck and twisted it until it popped off. "So, you think I'm but a mad fool, do you?" All around him bowed in fear. "Let this be another example. My rule is absolute. My power is universal. Guards! Take the ones that backed this one up to the rack and make them a few inches taller!" Guards seemingly swarmed out of no whre and did their masters bidding. "Any more try something like this one and..." An arrow zipped out of of the sky and struck a rat. "Take cover! Captain Swiftslash, take your men and guard from the east to make sure none flank. Minj, gather up some beasts and see who is attacking us! The rest of you, find your captain and take up your positions!" They all scattered, fearing the wildcat more than their enemy.

[Blobfish]

(Nce!Ill post with Firetooth soon, adding a new character)
Captain Robinflank was taking two greenhorn's to the cellars of Quixote's fort. One, a naive rat, piped up.
"What are you showing us?"
Robinflank tapped the side of his nose and grinned "our secret weapon" he turned towards a door where two guards stood. They saluted him. He snapped "I'm coming to see Freddy
"Yes captain!" the weasels droned
Robinflank turned to the greenhorns "wait here"
Robin flank sneaked down into the cellars. A armchair was at the end. He spoke "Freddy. we have..."
"What?!" came the slightly comical reply. The chair swiveled, revealing a strange-looking stoat, with a evil-looking grin. He wore black rags and had knives strapped all over his body "I don't like you" he carried on "Go away"
"...Visistors" the stoat captain finished.
Freddy snarled "why didn't you say so, guide them to me!"
A few minutes later the two greenhorns, both rats. Wondered in. They laughed at the strange stoat. He huffed "I don't know why I even wanted you in, I hate company..." then he grinned "I know! Kill!" before the two rats could move they were each pincushions, full of knives. Robinflank laughed as he left. The secret weapon.

Meanwhile...

Firetooth wondered aimlessly, lost. No memory. Infact, he didn't even know why Firetooth was his name. He collapsed, just outside the gates of...Quixote's fort.

[Firetooth]

One of the greenhorns sill lived. He scrabled away, noobishly saying "lol get away get away, omg wat is that guy's problem, i mean wth?hehehe im so smart!"
The silly noobcheese creeps away into the night, talking to himself "rowr hehehe i is going to be called teh n00bcheese, namely, sharptooh! Rofl"

[Firetooth]

Within a few days, sharptooth had "aqquired" (he'd beaten some old fox to death with a rock) 30000acres of land. He did not have a clue what to do with it. So he built 10000 barrackses, 5000huts, 5000forages, 2500 tents, 2500 towers and 5000markets, then set training 100% border police and rats His messenger collapsed before him, then gasped
"Yo Sharpie dude, we just like, totally espied the warlord Bob23a, and we just got, like, his stats! Well, actually, we like, failed, but, we reckon with our 500,000 rats we could break him guerilla strike. His clan only has like 1 of his homies in. You dig?"
"Lol this is like pwnage rofl. We will brake him like a doll, omg, guerilla strike!"

1 empire rushing to defend your target,
After a failing struggle, your army is repelled by Bob23a defenses. In the attempt, you lost:
493,486 Rats
In their defense, Bob23a lost:
32 Rats

The few hundred surviovrs ran, lead by the noob dude. He screamed at Sharptooth " no sweat dude, but we like, just got completely smashified."
"OMG!!!!!STHU!!!!!" sharptooth screamed "quick, run, i mean omg how did that work???!!!"

5    ?     Bob231 (#5)     32,876     $412,754,973     A clan    Rat     Northlands

56     ?     sharptooth (#56)     30,000     $25,748,456     The dark lords     Rat     Southsward

[Ungatt Trunn II]

My God can you go a day without spamming?