Fire Birds Rise from Ashes...Will we?

[Tausend Awyth]

Kerria stood in the middle of the burned fortress, gazing around. This was the last page of a long chapter in her life, and it took her a while to come to terms.
We never learn.

She and her sister had built the castle in pine wood, and the green, sap filled wood caught fire quickly.

The dungeon was there.

Kerria shuddered, thoughts of her last few weeks in the castle, when Keres had finally snapped, thinking her the enemy.

I warned you, sister.

The thought came reluctlantly. You knew what would happen if you harmed Kin. 'Kin that harms Kin must die.' That rule came down through the generations. How could we venture so far from our upbringing?

Tampa, an otter she had come to respect during the war, came towards her.

"We must go. There is much to be done." Was all she said.

[Kal Skirata]

Bruce wandered over the island. His ship had wrecked and he was looking for any signs of life. He couldn't find any no matter where he looked. He suddenly found some otter tracks and followed them.

[Tausend Awyth]

Keres followed Tampa out of the ruins, a shadow fell upon the sand, not a natural one. Keres placed her paw on her scimitar. Though she was taller than most beasts, and bulkier too, she strained to look over the tall, willowy otter's head.

Tampa whipped out her swinged, slowing her pace. Though the otters had won the war, there were still cats roaming about.

[Kal Skirata]

Bruce suddenly looked up, startled by the sudden appearance of the an otter with a jaguar companion. "Well now, have you two been shipwrecked too? I am a smith. My ship wrecked out on the briny three days ago. I was able to salvage my tools and battleaxe, but my anvil is forever lost. Is something wrong? I notice you have your sling out. Oh, I'm not any bother to anybeast"
((OOC: Bruce is rather talkative, for he has spent the last season or more alone))

[Tausend Awyth]

((it's okay. ^^))

Kerria walked past Tampa, relaxing her grip on her sister's scimitar when she saw the otter, but only slightly. One never knew what beasts might think of her, belonging to a race that closely resembled that of the wildcats rampant in this part of the world.

"Well now, have you two been shipwrecked too? I am a smith. My ship wrecked out on the briny three days ago. I was able to salvage my tools and battleaxe, but my anvil is forever lost. Is something wrong? I notice you have your sling out. Oh, I'm not any bother to anybeast..."

"No, we haven't. This is Green Isle, and you had better be careful which wildcats you go up to and address." Tampa said this, watching the otter's eyes, for not many knew the difference between the races, as jaguars usually stayed to their side of the world.

[Kal Skirata]

Bruce looked closely at Kerria. He had never seen a wildcat before that moment. "So that's a wildcat. Never seen one before. I trust your judgement...Sorry I don't know your name. Until I observe something to the contrary, I will consider you to be a friend, madame." His merry eyes twinkled. "I would consider it an honor to be able to live on Green Isle."

[Tausend Awyth]

"So that's a wildcat. Never seen one before. I trust your judgement..."
Kerria released the scimitar's hilt, crossing her hilt with a slight scowl, but a twinkle in her eye. "I am a jaguar, as my friend here knows full well. She is a visitor to this isle, as am I."

"Sorry I don't know your name. Until I observe something to the contrary, I will consider you to be a friend, madame. I would consider it an honor to be able to live on Green Isle."


"My name is Kerria Keenblades, and this is Tampa Tiderunner." At his last sentence, her eyes clouded over inexplicitly. "As would I."

[Kal Skirata]

Bruce saw her eyes cloud over. He decided to explain. "This island looks peaceful. An otter and a jaguar as friends? I would love to live in an environment that exists practically nowhere else. I've spent too much of my life fighting. It would be nice to have a rest."

[Tausend Awyth]

Bruce saw her eyes cloud over. He decided to explain. "This island looks peaceful. An otter and a jaguar as friends? I would love to live in an environment that exists practically nowhere else. I've spent too much of my life fighting. It would be nice to have a rest."

Tampa tucked her sling back into her belt. "Aye, it looks peaceful, but we have just pulled through a war, and wildcats lurk everyplace."

"What do you mean, a jaguar and an otter as friends?" Kerria burst out. "In my land, Grimalkin are great warriors, but also great traders and merchants. It is your world that is backwards."

[Kal Skirata]

"I am sorry" Bruce replied. "I am new here, I do not know very much. Please excuse my ignorance. Several times in the history of my land, wildcats have attacked woodland creatures. Verdauga held sway over Mossflower for many seasons. Ungatt Trunn attacked the great fortress of Salamandastron. In my land wildcats are to be feared. However, I trust you. If you ever need a fighter, I will be at a forge. All I need is an anvil." Bruce started walking in the direction that Tampa and Kerria came from.

[Tausend Awyth]

Kerria smiled, a bit sadly. "It is okay. Our land was not perfect either."

“What is your name?” Tampa asked the otter, leading the way down the beach. Out to sea, a ship came into view, the Wavedog, crewed by Tampa’s friends, the holt from Mossflower.

[Kal Skirata]

Bruce replied "My name is Bruce. Bruce Stack."