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Post by Daniel on Jul 20, 2008 16:46:56 GMT -5
((Please PM me before posting here! And I will delete any "bad" RPing[see the rules]. Thank you!))
Taross the Warlord relaxed outside in a wooden chair, sipping cold mint tea after a long days work on his little farm. He was sheltered in the shade of a small groove of trees, staring lovingly at his work. His farm was just out of Mossflower Woods. He decided to farm there because there was a stream that ran by his farm on the way to the Western Sea. He built his house and farm himself, and he put much effort into it. It was a quiet, peaceful little place. Not a bad set up for a retired Warlord.
Sometimes, there was the odd passerby, and he invited them to sample the fruits of his farm. Though he had no space in his little house for visitors to stay, Taross enjoyed having conversations with other beasts, especially travelers.
"Ahhhhh, this is the life..." said Taross. There was a slight breeze that countered the warm air perfectly. A glorious blue sky was covered in big, white, puffy clouds. He looked out to the West, noting that if he went far enough west, he could see the legendary mountain of Salamandastron. He had only seen it once.
He went inside temporarily to grab his ax and set of armor. The sun was reflected beautifully off his armor, and his ax gleamed wondrously in the sunlight. He began polishing them, thinking about nothing in general.
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Post by samuel on Jul 23, 2008 1:00:45 GMT -5
The sun shown brightly today, but the forest canopy made the stream dark and cool. Rivermaster Baren Krakel stood at the stern of his river boat eagerly awaiting the warm sunshine that approached at the end of the forest corridor. The two other water voles in the boat had tucked their oars in and were enjoying the easy ride down the stream. Baren easily steered the boat with his oar but did not have to do much; the current carried them out into the sunlight to look upon beautiful plains. Baren had not traveled this stream in perhaps a year, but it still looked as beautiful as ever. The sun warming the colors of the fields created a very homely scene under a blue sky littered with fluffy clouds.
But one thing was different. Upon the wide plains a home had been placed. And around the house, crops grew in orderly squares; it was a neat, orderly looking setup. Some beast must have built a farm during the time since Baren had last seen these fields. He would have to meet his new neighbors. They would surely like to know that a friendly clan of water voles lived and patrolled nearby.
But as their boat continued lazily down the stream and the farm grew larger in his vision, Baren saw something else that caused him to start. A huge beast of some kind came into view. The situation suddenly seemed odd. A peaceful looking, orderly little farm with a great monster of a vermin on it. The creature was larger than any beast Baren had seen, even larger than a badger. No, significantly larger than a badger. As they voles drifted closer, Baren guided the boat towards the opposite shore; they may have to turn back and row upstream.
But the great beast had already seen them! What was to be done? Had this creature murdered some goodbeasts and was now on their farm? Could he be looking for more blood? Baren noticed that some things were shining in the sun. As he peered closer, he realized that the great beast had a great suit of armor laid out and a great axe. Baren didn't think he saw any blood on the blade, but he couldn't be sure. And also, the door and windows to the house seemed to be a perfect size for the giant beast. Perhaps this vermin had built the farm? Well, this wouldn't be the first vermin to not be totally evil; Baren was quite good friends with one weasel. But Baren could not be sure.
"When I give the word, put those oars in the water and turn us about quickly," the Rivermaster told his two voles. "But I hope things do not go that way. That thing would be a terrible thing to have in these parts should it be evil."
They were now easily within shouting distance with the great spectacle of a beast. Baren now noticed that it was covered in scars; this beast had seen his fair share of battle. Baren could only hope that it was not evil.
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Post by Daniel on Jul 23, 2008 14:21:54 GMT -5
Taross watched the voles cautiously mooring their boat on the shore opposite to him. He had been in situations like this before, goodbeasts being wary of him. He grinned and set down his armor and axe. He stood up, and stretched, letting out a little roar of a yawn. He then called out to them in as soothing of a voice as he could muster, "Good day, friends! What brings to my farm? Would you like to sample some fruit? I have some excellent blackberries that need to be eaten." Taross stood with his arms held out in a sign of peace, his green tunic flowing softly in the breeze.
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Post by samuel on Jul 23, 2008 14:35:43 GMT -5
Wow! The beast stood to its full height; it was huge. He appeared to be friendly, and Baren really hoped this to be true. But he was still not sure and did not want to be taken by surprise.
"Hello there," the water vole called back standing in his boat. "What are you called? How did you come to be here?"
He then signaled for the voles to push off back into the stream. There he could continue on or cross over to meet the great creature if he remained friendly.
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Post by Daniel on Jul 23, 2008 14:40:50 GMT -5
"I am called Taross the Warlord! Fear not, for I am no longer on the warpath. And if you be goodbeasts, I will do you no harm!" Taross called back to them. He then began walking in their direction. He had a pleasant smile on his battle-worn face.
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Post by samuel on Jul 23, 2008 15:31:42 GMT -5
The great animal kept a disarming appearance and his voice betrayed no evil intention. Ever alert, Baren signalled to his voles to row to the other side. He could see that they were wary also, but this was the territory they patrolled and any beast living or operating nearby must be acquainted with their neighbors.
As the boat neared the shore by the farm, Baren called out, "I am Baren Krakel, Rivermaster of the Krakel Water Vole Clan. We patrol the streams and rivers in these parts. How long have you lived here?"
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Post by Daniel on Jul 23, 2008 15:55:53 GMT -5
Taross kept on walking to them. He said, "Glad to meet you, Rivermaster Krakel. I have lived and farmed here for a year now. The seasons have been kind to me, and my farm and I have flourished. Please, be at peace. I wish to show you my farm, unless you have business to take care of."
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Post by samuel on Jul 25, 2008 0:01:54 GMT -5
"No, we're not too busy right now," Baren replied. "As I said, we patrol the streams around here, so I like to get acquainted with any neighbors."
The boat bumped against the shore and Baren carefully set foot on the shore. Taross certainly seemed friendly enough, but the water vole could not help but notice how imposing a creature the great warrior was. It was almost as if Taross had some kind of powerful atmosphere about him that made one cautious.
They were almost close enough to shake paws now, and Taross towered over him. "If you don't mind me asking, what kind of beast are you?"
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Post by Daniel on Jul 25, 2008 16:18:53 GMT -5
"I hail from the far, far South. I am what is known as a Wolverine. We are rare, from what I know. Most are not as friendly as I, and are considered somewhat savage. But you need not worry. Come! Let me show you my farm!" Taross said.
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Post by samuel on Jul 26, 2008 1:36:22 GMT -5
A wolverine huh? So this is what the fabled creatures looked like, and this one certainly lived up to the legends in terms of size.
"OK," Baren answered. "Let's have a look then."
He then turned back to the other voles. "You stay with the boat and keep a look out," he ordered before following the great wolverine to his peaceful, orderly farm. The crops certainly looked healthy; it appeared this former warlord knew a thing or two about farming. Perhaps Baren would have to come this way more often. Maybe Taross would even be able to bring some crop to the water voles' home to have a feast.
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Post by Daniel on Sept 4, 2008 20:51:56 GMT -5
Taross directed the vole to his private farm. He took great pride in his crops, and they grew well. He hoped the vole would like them. He strode up to the fence that grew around the farm. He stopped at the gate and opened it.
Taross walked leisurely in to his farm. He said to the vole, "Come on in! Take what you want! All this is for eating, so sample it all if you'd like." Taross then grabbed a handful of blackberries and strode over to his armor. He sat down and began munching while polishing his armor and axe.
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Post by Mossflower on Sept 19, 2008 15:36:50 GMT -5
Rosetail Mintpetal stalked quietly across the forest floor, since the last few days she had tracked a band of voles across the river. Her fur was caked with twigs and dried mud but she knew that the effort would pay off.
Currently she was taking a much needed rest and sipping at a cloud-berry cordial she brewed herself, it didn't need to mature and it highly nutritiousness and had often kept her awake during long nights spent looting vermin and other beast.
Her eyes snapped as she heard voices quietly but quickly she shot up a tall fir tree and looked down. One of the biggest animals she had ever seen was standing in front of a fair-sized building. In front of it was a small group of the shrews she had been tracking.
As quick as she went up she went down, muttering a quick prayer to herself she took a deep breath. Rosetail took a few running steps than lurched herself forward, if anyone looked up at the riverbank she would be spotted but Rosetail put that aside in her mind as she lunged forward. For a moment it seemed like she was flying, but gravity quickly took over and she nimbly landed on the other side of the river with a small roll.
She was a sitting duck and Rosetail knew it, with a quick look around she sprang into the nearest bush and hoped nobody had seen her daredevil stunt. As she peered out it seemed that nobody had noticed.
((Well then...that's that.))
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Post by Daniel on Sept 19, 2008 21:20:45 GMT -5
((Just to make a few minor things straight: They're voles not shrews, and Taross' farm is a little bit away from the woods. It's actually basically in a field. I'm just lettin' you know No harm done or anything lol)) Decades of war made Taross very keen and observant. He made no inclination of alarm, but he noted in his brain that a squirrel flew from a tree to the ground where the river exited the forest. He continued polishing his armory. He looked up at Baren, "So, friend, are you a dweller of these woods? I have ventured into them myself. I must say, they are quite awing. I love to find new fruit that I can plant in my garden." Taross looked at Baren's falcion. It was a very nice blade, and he noted that it looked to be in good balance. Taross knew weapons, and this vole obviously did, too. Seemingly for the first time, Taross noticed that the vole was indeed older than he was. This vole may be a very wise creature that he could learn from. Taross was only approaching middle age, so he still had a long time left. He wanted still to learn and better his relations with others. He noted the nice cap and cape this creature donned. He was important somewhere.
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Post by Mossflower on Sept 20, 2008 16:40:59 GMT -5
((Agh, shrew and voles...I keep getting 'em mixed up..=P))
Rosetail waited a little as she regained her breath. ~Now why on earth did I do that for?~ He common sense thought, ~For the plunder!~ he thief side thought. Rosetail peeked carefully out of the bushes, it seemed like nobody had noticed her and the voles were still chatting with that giant animal. Rosetail retreated back into the bush again and started formulating a plan. Soon she came up with one.
Rosetail took a deep breath and adjusted the bandanna on her head, casually she jumped out of the bushes and started strolling towards the group of voles. She put on what she thought was a friendly look on her face, out of instinct her paw strayed towards her foil as she reached the group. " 'Ello there." She called out in her usual rought northern accent.
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Post by samuel on Sept 21, 2008 21:15:56 GMT -5
((the two voles are watching the boat by the stream while Baren is at the farm talking to Taross. I'm not totally sure who you are talking to, but since you said voles, I'm assuming that you're talking to the voles by the boat.))
Crouching behind a tree trunk, a weasel watched the scene unfold by the farm. It seemed that Baren had a new friend, and judging by the vast physical power in that wolverine, it was a friend Rumbalo would probably not try to steal from. The weasel thief/scout had some serious news for Baren and had trekked far through the woods to this spot where he knew they would cross paths.
He rose from the bush and walked quietly down the river toward the voles and their boat. And as he approached almost unnoticed in his green cloak, a squirrel came out of hiding nearby and approached the voles. Strange. Rumbalo had seen the same squirrel leap across the stream and dash into cover. Very strange indeed.
The vole warrior looked up at the squirrel that had just nonchalantly walked out from the bushes. She looked disarming enough, but there was definitely something very suspicious about an unknown squirrel suddenly walking out from cover.
"Mmm," the vole grunted eying the foil. He continued in a strict, to-the-point manner, "State your name and purpose."
Then for the first time, he noticed that Rumbalo had walked up on his flank. He gave a quick nod over his shoulder to the weasel before turning back to hear the squirrel's response.
Rumbalo looked the squirrel up and down noticing the leather bag of provisions and the foil. She seemed mentally hardened but excitable, and had a slightly strange fur pattern which would easily identify her if he ever had to track her down in the future. She also had a distinctive necklace and bracelet. Rumbalo on the other hand carried nothing special and often alternated different possessions outside his cloak at different times to increase his anonymity.
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Baren cautiously tasted a blackberry. With a thoughtful expression, he nodded and reached for more.
"Mmmm. These are very good blackberries," the vole told his gargantuan host. "Just tart enough, but not too tart. What else do you have," he asked with a kind of gleam on his face that made him look 10 seasons younger.
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