Regular: Role Play

[Juska]

Juska sat on his cloak watching flames dance on the deadwood of his fire, to his back was a dark wood and before him lay the borders of Southsward. He had been away for quite some time, but even now on the edge he could feel the land call out to him, "home" it said, "this is your home."

He knew about Ereptor, the Emperor, who's fame had grown to such a state it reached him even in his far wanderings. But as he sat staring into the flames, pondering what step to take next, he caught a piercing cry in the wind. And a new fire flashed in his eyes.

A New Age is coming.....who will accept the challenge of the cry?


OOC:

This is a role play based upon events that take place in Regular. Please try to write in character and anything not should be preceded by OOC: (Out of Character). Try to remember that what you write should be based upon actual happenings within the game, but have fun with it. 

[Briar]

Looking out on the blood-soaked battlefield, Draco hung her head in despair.  The marten threw her sword into the dirt.  How lucky she had been to come across a warlord so vulnerable.  How lucky she had been to attack at the such a monent of weakness. But what had that luck cost? What had been lost becuase the river had run in her favor??

But Woof would not believe in such luck.  No, instead the treaty of peace had been shattered.  " Why were they so quick to assume the worse?"
Draco spat on the ground out of contempt.  After many month's of unity, her clan, Outer Heaven, was now no more.  The leader, Ungatt Trunn II had been forced to flee for his life out of fear of mercenaries sent to the region to kill him.

What was a warlord to do?  Taking one more long look at the damage, "No," sho told herself. " One day, she would see her clan unite under a common flag. One day..."

With that she wandered off, never looking back again...

[Firetooth]

[just so ya know I changed just a bit of the details: I was loosely allied with woof when I was poisoned]

Firetooth staggered. He kept walking, trying to find out where he was. He collapsed, rather confused, somewhere in the middle of mossflower woods. He smiled, remembering how this started.
He had been a peaceful food farmer, bringing crops to feed to the peaceful noobs of the regular land. However, the evil hordes of blackfly had come and destroyed his plentiful crop. His life in danger, he'd been forced to flee, abandoning the noobs to a horrible fate.
He quickly amassed forces to try and rebel, but he had no idea what to do. He used his contacts in his clan EOTP to help, but was still unsure. He was still in danger as his troops were being murdered each nights by Blackfly leaders. However, help came in the form of a messenger dog. A dog from woof.

Soon, he allied EOTP this clan and rebelled against the forces of Blackfly (who were now trying to install the evil Bob-Sama as emperor) and soon began aiding them his forces in the millions.

Now he is lost, hungry and cold. Will Firetooth survive?
Tune in for next episode (in the unlikely occurance I make one :p)

[Gen. Volkov]

Things had been going so well. Volkov had amassed immense amounts of troops and resources with help from his clan. Then, in one night, it all disappeared. His millions upon millions of leaders were killed, and then his troops were murdered in their beds. The rivers ran red with their blood. He didn't even get to fight a battle. Defenseless, he was shorn of much of his empire, which had comprised hundreds of thousands of acres of land.

Volkov was back to where he had started. But no matter, he was comfortable there. He was once again free to reply in kind to his enemies attempts to amass their own huge armies. And so he did, turning his fury and that of his mighty clan, Woof, against his attackers. He also reached out to his allies, and organized a counterstroke. Nothing could replace what he been lost, but he could at least get some measure of satisfaction out of destroying his enemies efforts. Now it was they who their leaders killed, they had their troops murdered in their beds, they who were shorn of vast tracts of land. Meanwhile, Woof rebuilt itself. They had been knocked down, but not out. The day may come once again when Volkov ruled over huge tracts of land with immense forces, armies that made the very ground tremble when they walked.

[Al-Bob]

Drawing his axe to his side Axle watched as the massive rat clumpsed into a heap on the floor. The forest seemed to become suddenly peaceful as their adversary was killed. Looking around Axle upon seeing a claering nearby walked over to it. Peering into the distance he noticed a green land with many fields and mountains. Checking his map he realized the destination he was looking at; Redwall Fields. In the distance he noticed Mossflower and in the far distance Northland. Axle strode into the clearing seeking fame, fortune, and battles.

[Firetooth]

Firetooth felt the world collapse around him as he was picking berries for some unknown reason. The bush was talking to him...
He woke up, and everything was gone. He saw that several other of the high power warlords were in the same prediciment.
Then he saw a angry mob. They were holding banners saying "death to the controllers of time, Peace Alliance and windhound"
In a drunken rage, he started beating one guy to death, stole his hateful banner and continued to march, toward admin fort...

[Juska]

OOC: It only took 5 months to get a reply, woot!

[Daryn]

The mighty galleon Flying Dutchman plowed through the stormy seas. The captain, a grizzled old otter, smiled as the spray of the foam and blowing gales caressed his craggy features. In the distance, he sighted dark cliffs rising up against the sea.
"'ey, Daryn!" the otter yelled. "Is this the land your goin' tae?"
A massive snow leopard pounced up onto the quarter deck. "Mossflower country," he murmured as he rubbed his eyeless socket. "I guess it is. The map also shows the cliffs, Cap'n Poseidon."
Poseidon thumped his tail upon the wooden deck. "Prepare to drop anchor, mateys!"
The crew, a disciplined rabble of otters sprang into action.
Daryn smiled at his old friend. It was a great favor he was doing the veteran by sailing him away from his past in the Eastern lands. There, he was forced to commit mutiny against his emperor and kill some of his former allies during the war.
Poseidon was in fact the sea god, in the form of an otter. He had powers over the sea and its inhabitants.
"Ehhh, I believe ye do have the need for a good ship, after we leave ye, is that nae right?" Poseidon queried.
"True," Daryn answered back.
The otter's dark eyes scanned the waters. "There is a ship layin' here, sunk a couple of years ago, but in good shape. Juggernaut 'tis called. The ship is intact. With a couple of repairs, she could brave any storm in the worst waters."
"I'll guess I'll take her then," Daryn agreed.
With a wave of a brawny arm, the Juggernaut exploded out of the water. Barnacles crusted its mighty hull. The mast lay in black tatters. The wood itself was black as if tar was poured over it.
"Get to it crew!" Poseidon roared. "Repair it!"
The otters dived into the water and swam to the ship with tools. Within a couple of hours, the ship was as good as new.
Daryn thanked Poseidon graciously.
"This is what I do," Poseidon replied simply. "Come, hot seafood soup is awaitin'!"

The Night Hunters, the Brooklyn Empire (another story, another day)'s former elite guard, landed on the shore. The sand was wet beneath their foot paws. A river rushed into the sea nearby.
Morvatius, Daryn's lieutenant, led a hunting party out to explore the land while Daryn set up a makeshift camp. Soon, the fox stumbled back, chased by some unknown predator.
"General!" Morvatius cried as his party reached the camp. "Attack!"
Daryn drew his phase blade. It was about 4 feet long, made of a reddish crystal, with the name "Grief" written on the blood channel.
Lanky hares burst out of the bushes, roaring, "Eulalia!"
   The leader of the hares stepped sharply out, and announced, "Who are you chappies, and what are you doing in these lands?"
Daryn drew himself up to his full height and pointed his sword at the ground. "We are Night Hunters, from the eastern lands."
The leader, stroked his whiskers and said, "And are you vermin?"
"We do not mean you any harm, if that is what you mean," Daryn replied.
"Welcome to Southern Mossflower country then, old lad," the hare announced. "If we find you doing any sort of mischief around and about, you can be sure that we will make your group scoot your boots out of here. I am Colonel Bramble Tamsworth, of the Fur and Foot Patrol in South Mossflower. Pleased to meet you, wot, wot!"
"I am General Daryn, of the eastern lands, and of the Night Hunters," Daryn bowed low. "We are wandering mercenaries for hire as of this moment. We will not be using our ship as of right now. Will you mind to take care of it, until we come back?"
Bramble raised an eyebrow. "A ship, eh? Well that will be mighty hard to take care of, but we will do nonetheless, general. What's the name?"
"Juggernaut," Daryn replied.
"Surely you don't mean that corsair vessel that sank a couple of years ago?" Bramble exclaimed in shock. "Captain Grushka was the worst pirate to pollute the sea. He stole the ship that my grand-daddy's nephew's cousin's grand-mater's uncle's brother-in-law, and renamed it."
"I don't know the history behind these regions, Colonel," Daryn responded. "You are welcomed at our camp."
The next day, the fur and foot patrol escorted the Night Hunters out of their territory.
And then, this was how the great general came to the  war-torn regions of Mossflower.

OOC:
Ya, so someone make a battle or something
need someone to ally with

[Gorak]

Gorak sat in his fortress, musing to himself while he awaited messengers to return with news from the surrounding world.
'The land seems too peaceful.' He thought. It felt too much like the calm before the storm, and he so anxiously awaited the the storms of war return.
Gorak was once a proud general for The Brotherhood of Vermin and a personal advisor to The Dark Lord himself, Emperor Ereptor. Later, when his former ally, General Volkov made a bid for power in the void left by Ereptors sudden absence, Gorak found himself on the other side, no longer a great general, but exercising his knack for war time industry just the same.
Now Gorak found himself a general with no master. Driving industry to amass an army with no purpose. Nothing to do but build and wait. Wait for word from his messengers to see where his loyalties will fall this time around.

[Juska]

Juska awoke suddenly in the middle of the night, something rustled outside his tents flaps....shadows with swords. In one smooth motion he drew his blade from the sheath that lay beside him and strode toward his foes. Juska kept no personal guards, if his life was desired of him by the One Above then he would give it, until then he knew nothing could harm him. With only a moment's pause he slipped his arm through the strap in his shield, brazen bronze so bright it was as if a mirror, and step into the night.

There they stood, two surly vermin huge waters rats, like the majority than manned Juska's skiffs and formed the vanguard of his army, the first let out a scream as he was surprise from his sneaking with a foot of glistening steel through his neck, as Juska turned to face the second a wind blew and his foes vanished. Phantoms only, dark hauntings of the past days conquest, but so great of a victory was worth such delusions.

After hearing of the Great Breaking that the Archmaester's Peace Alliance and Windhound had accidentally put into motion Juska had once again returned to this land.

He paused to survey his army camped as far as his eye could see, remembered the swathes of land which were now under his control. He was master of the largest and powerful empire in all the land, but could he hold it. No upstart warlord would defeat him, he had taken pains to make sure of that, but these others: The Rat with an Onyx eye and the one who's Teeth were Afire and The Hidden Fox gave him pause. He thought of these things as he lay down again and then dismissed them till the morrow.

[Firetooth]

The one's who teeth were afire considered his options, and decided to make his troops run about now.

[Ashyra Nightwing]

Just as he was about to leave for battle Firetooth notices a skiff pulling up alongside bearing a crest he doesn't recognise - 'C.P.L.5.9.3.H.'?

He stares.

A rat leans over and silently hands him a package.

The One whose Teeth were Afire unwraps it nervously:

-REGARDS,

ASHYRA

[Firetooth]

"Really?" he exclaims "I thought Calgon was the best toothpaste, but this note also says it's a washing machine tablet. No wonder my teeth are on fire..." He grins a fiery grin as he starts reaping the joys of colgate and being 1st.

[Daryn]

Daryn waited for his move. this was indeed a strange land