The Trees of Altwood towered high over head their full green leaves waving about in the cool breeze. The sun filtered through the patchwork canopy making dancing shapes of warmth and color on the ground. Grass grew sparsely about the trunks of trees and moss made its way up the bark. Wild flowers clustered together in patches all about the forest floor and the bees buzzed about them busily.
There was a rustle, crash, and shouting of a pursuit and then a green clad hooded figure burst through the clearing, a sack slung over it's shoulder, with three angry guards close behind. It jumped over a fallen tree and ducked under and adjacent branch, around a corner and slid down a steep embankment where a shabby young Rabbit hid in waiting. It tossed him the sack and then turned around pulling out it's bow to face it's pursuers. Three arrow flew threw the air and chopped off the whiskers of two of the pursuers and bounced off the thirds mettle helmet.
OOC: Aright so the fun begins. ;D any of Robins band can be involved in this little action packed opening, (Well really anyone can be involved).
A cool breeze fluttered though the forest trees as a rather humbly dressed hedgehog walked along. He ambled slowly around brambles seemingly checking each step with his footpaws' before moving on. He whistled softly enjoying the pleasant quiet of the woodlands. He was Avis Al'tune, traveling bard and entertainer who had come into the service of the infamous Robin Hood.
A fat bumblebee buzzed near his nose wiggled about, its wings making a pleasant buzzing sound. Avis smiled and swept off his hat bowing to the yellow and black creature. The hedgehog while extremely witty, but was short of mental focus and had completely forgotten what he was actually doing in Altwood. Never the less he didn't let the knowledge that he had forgotten something important bother him and enjoyed the simple company of a bee.
"Fine day my chubby little friend, as you might have noticed I am nary flower nor hive, however I might have an acceptable substitute." Digging into one of his many pockets Avis produced a small slice of honeycake which he presented to his bee friend with a flourish.
Piiiiiiinng
The obvious sound of metal and arrow colliding brought all of the hedgehog's memories back. Leaping into the air he waddled forward abandoning both bee and cake in his rush. "My apologies Robin I will be in position post haste." He declared to himself and the surrounding woodlands.
OOC: Feel free to PP Avis a little so it works with whatever you have planned.
OOC: I'm probably wrong, but the rabbit is Midge right?
BIC: Midge held tightly on the sack and scurried away as Robin was shooting. When he felt a safe enough distance back (yet still in a close enough radius to Robin), the rabbit scrambled in some bushes, waiting for his leader to treck back that way, with the coast clear.
OOC: Yup, And LT That was brilliant. XD
BIC:
The pursuers halted in there tracks, there was a pause but nothing happened, "Where's Avis?" The green Clad figure muttered under it's breath. Then the guards where moving again and then, Twang, Thwup, Whip, Fwump! A net came up out from under the dead leaves and snared the pursuers, all except one, a weasel, The net had missed him. He came charging at the thief with a new zeal and knocked it to the ground. They both wen't tumbling down the hill and came to a stop at the bottom of the hill, The hood had fallen back in the fall and revealed a female otter, the one posted on many wanted posters all over the Northlands, Robin Springs or as some now called her, Robin Hood.
"Hello, fancy meeting you all the way out here," She said kicking the weasel in the chin as he was starting to get up. He fell back on his face and grabbed Robins foot as she tried to get up. She kicked him again, he let go and she rolled out of reach and scrambled to her feet.
"Avis you missed one! Plan B!"
OOC: FYI there never was a Plan B. ;D (oh and the trap was supposed to be triggered by Avis ;))
The country hedgehog looked down at the rope in his paws then back across at the two creatures he had snared. They were both struggling an cursing violently in the tough vine meshes. Tipping his cap to the two trapped creatures he bowed and then ambled down the hill rushing towards his fellow bandit brandishing his lute like a club.
"I'm terribly sorry Miss Robin for I have completely forgotten plan B!" Rushing down the hill Avis came down on the weasel who was struggling to rise. Swinging down with all the force he could muster Avis ploughed his lute into the back of the soldiers head.
Ker-Plunk!
The weasel collapsed again while Avis fussed over his prized possession having forgotten the beast he had just brained in concern for his instrument.
"Ohohoh I dented you, ah don't cry pappy will fix you up just right my dear flower."
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Much further south and west a lone traveler walked along a dusty path. He was a stalwart ferret with a pleasant young face, and a black overcoat. He walked with a swagger that marked a self-confident beast and a creature that knew how to handle himself. His black boots kicked at the occasional stone and his paw clipped more then one flower. With roving black eyes he scanned the distant castle and town, one of the first large established settlements he had come across in the north.
Ripping apart a oak leaf with his paws the ferret continued his walk, glad the path was taking him towards the castle. His last couple attempts at foresting had ended up in him getting lost, he had risked several berries to eat and had narrowly avoided being poisoned. To top it all off he had yet to find a stream bursting its banks with gold. As of yet Luis had nothing to convince him that inland was any better then the ocean. Making a mental note to strangle the old vole mariner that had woven such extravagant tales of the northlands Luis marched on eager to ask those at the town the way to the eastern ocean.
OOC: I hope what Avis did was okay
OOC: Perfectly alright. ;D
BIC:
Robin coughed and brushed herself off, "Plan B, improvise, which you did quite nicely, and don't call me miss, It makes me feel old," She said as she grabbed the unconscious weasel and dragging him over to a tree she proceeded to tie him up, but only after she had looted him of his boots sword and helmet. She then glanced over at there Avis was fondling his Lute. "Perhaps we should reinforce that thing with mettle," She said tying the last knot, "Now, Lets skedaddle before those two get lose,"
"Quite right M'dear, skedaddling is the proper term for what we are about to do. So now, which way did young master Midge go?" The quirky hedgehog slipped his prized lute over his shoulder resting it against his back-spikes. The cloth nestled into the indention that had been worn away on Avis's shoulder from long seasons of carrying the instrument around. He glared at the unknowledgeable Robin touching the lute with a loving paw.
"You may as well know Mis- er I mean young Robin that a metal casing will change the gentle tone of a lute to a more raspy sound. Unfortunately so will a dent, I suppose instead of changing the structure of my dear flower I should refrain from whacking hooligan weasels with skull's like rocks over the head. If I am right to say so. Hmph."
Midge heard foot steps nearing him, so the rabbit peaked out and saw just who be expected: Robin and Avis. He rustled out of his hiding spot and held the bag out infront of the otter.
"Here you are! I'm guessing Avis did his job correctly then eh?"
The cheeky youngster winked over to Avis upon finishing, leaving his hand tightly together behind his back.
"Well I am rather grateful that you did bring yourself to whack that hooligan, Besides he had some rather nice boots," Robin said cheerfully, holding up the weasels looted boots. "There you are, Midge," She added coming upon the Rabbit and taking the sack from him.
"Something of the kind," She said in response to Midge's remark about Avis'es promptness, or lack of it. She then opened up the sack and looked inside, It was filled half full of gold coins, "Perfect The rest of the boys 'll be happy to see this," She said tossing the rest of the loot into the sack along with the gold.
"He may have some trouble walking home without his boots." Avis pointed out as he tried to peer into the sack that Robin now possessed. He scratched his headspikes knocking his cap askew. "I preformed impeccably with all the possible promptness I could manage, and I only missed one of the blighters." Patting Midge on the back Avis pulled his pipe out of its pouch and played a improvised tune on it having forgotten the close proximity of their pursuers.
"Oh we met a stoat and weasel or two,
Out on the path, oh what to do?
Well I trussed them up,
Till they were quite stuck...
But the last was such a lout,
So I gave him quite a clout!"
The hedgehog bowed to his two companions sweeping off his cap. Then remembering them he blew a few more notes on his pipe and sang out, "And they helped tooooo."
Robin grind at the feather brained hedgehogs antics, but there was also the urgent matter of escape at hand. She tugged at Avis'es sleeve and said "Skedaddling,?" To remind him. She then started off at a jog deeper into Altwood.
Jack leaned against a tree in the forest, picking his teeth with his dagger after his latest meal. The faint sounds of battle reached him. Must be that Robin Hood, he thought, and started to head in her direction.
Midge grinned at Avis's small ballad. "You're one of a kind Avis. Righto!" and with that he hurried along with Robin, hammer in paw. It truly did seem great being an outlaw, and part of band, especially when there were days like this one!
The musician blinked, then remembering what they were supposed to be doing he replaced his pipe in its pouch and took of after Robin. He wasn't so much the young and swift however he could run with the best of them and his paws smacked the earth resolutely. And while he lacked memory and running skill Avis was sure pawed and rather capable on his paws.
"I do agree young Midge, I am certainly one of a kind." He joked.
OOC: Hey just so you guys know I might not be very active over the weekend, life and the like.
Robin and her crew returned to camp with empty bellies and full pockets. Robin threw the sack down next to a tree and fell down on top of it using it as a set, "So who's turn is it to make dinner," She asked with a grin.
***
Several hours latter the three guards came slinking back into town a rather bedraggled bunch and with no money.
"Think we should tell the sheriff?" One of them asked
"Tell the sheriff what?"
Jack stepped out of the shadows of the surrounding forest, knife at the ready.
"None o' your buisness," The other snarled and want for his sword but realized it wasn't there.
"I dunno Robin. Unless you want some bricks, I'm not yer beast. Though, one o' us could sneak t' town n' buy some goods. Food for thought eh?" The Rabbut smirked at his awful pun, then took off his bandana and wiped off some grime from his outfit.
Quote from: Faiyloe on October 07, 2015, 12:45:51 AM
"None o' your buisness," The other snarled and want for his sword but realized it wasn't there.
"Everything's my business mate. I'm a mercenary." He advanced toward the three guards, putting his knife back in its sheaf to show he meant no harm. But these guards looked desperate, so he kept his paw near his weapon.
"Wells we's not tellin' yew so back off," The short rat of the trio spat.
***
"Well it looks like I'll be cooking tonight," Robin said and got up with a sigh, She was not a fan of cooking, but being an outlaw had its down sides and one was you had to do everything yourself "Midge, can you light the fire while I go get some things,"
Jack didn't like the attitude of this rat. In a flash the dagger was back out and he was pressing it up against the guard's throat. "Say that again, mate. I didn't hear you."
"Sure thing Robin!" With that, the rouge rabbit carried over his flint and steel, along with some small logs to a fire pit and began to kindle a fire until it was lashing itself fervently onto the wood.
OOC: Wassup folks, lets keep this going what do you say. Oh and cheers for Shrimp soup surprise! :P
BIC:
Shoving aside a small frog Avis sat down on a tree stump watching Midge and Robin prepare the meal. Pulling out a selection of dainty instruments he set to work on his damaged lute. His work went well but it was a tedious and difficult task. Looking up a smile spread across his face and he couldn't resist a small jibe at the impromptu cooks. "Robin your culinary skills are considerably less shoot and hit then your bow. Though we may survive yet another night as long as we are not subjected to your shrimp soup surprise again."
Lifting his instrument to a playing position Al'Tune plucked one of the strings experimentally. A glorious and ear grating twang resounded from the lute making the hedgehog grimace. "Ah but the woes of a musician." He lamented setting to work again.
OOC-
My first post always stinks, forgive me. XP
IC-
Quetzal snuck up on Jack, also holding a dagger.
"Excuse me," he growled, pointing at the rat with the paw that wasn't holding his dagger, "What d'you think you're doin'? Let him go or I'll run you through."
Jack smirked before hopping to one side, clear of Quetzal's dagger. "And who might you be, because you obviously don't know who I am."
Quetzal swapped his dagger for his cutlass and ground his teeth together angrily.
"Me? Are ye kidding? I'm the Sheriff!" The marten snapped.
"Yer either a foreigner or blind if yah don't know who I am. Now let go of the rat."
Jack grinned. "And I'm Jack of Jamestown, the best and most well-known mercenary in the land." He winked at Quetzal. "You'd do well to leave me alone."
Quetzal frowned more when Jack grinned.
"'Tis so?" he growled through gritted teeth. "Then why didn't I know about you? Stop playing games, Jack, if that even is your name, an' let go of the rat before I chop yer tail into a million little pieces. You have 'till the count of three. One...Two..."
Like greased lightning, Jack pulled out his sword and put it to the rat's throat. "How much do you value your soldier's life? Either back off or this own loses his life."
OOC-
Is Jack a good guy? I can't tell who's the villain right now. XD
IC-
Quetzal tightened his grip on the handle of his cutlass, staring at Jack through narrowed eyes.
"He never did anything to you," he spat, stepping back a couple paces though he still had his paw on his sword. "You listen to me, I'm the Sheriff. I told you to let him go, and I want it done now."
This would be reported to his boss, no doubt about it.
OOC: Jack is a mercenary. He fights for the highest bidder.
BIC: The weasel laughed. "I listen to nobody, least of all one of the Prince's little friends. You have no right to order me around."
OOC-
Oh, okay. :)
IC-
"...Don't...Don't sass me!" Suddenly, Quetzal snarled in a way which was similar to how an angry cat would do it and lunged at Jack with his claws outstretched, aiming to either knock him away from the rat, pin him down, or both.
Jack pushed his hostage in front of Quetzal and leaped away, heading for the forest. Much as he wanted to annoy the sheriff, he had more important business. Robin Hood would probably pay good money for the location of the Sheriff.
Quetzal yelped and went down on top of the rat instead.
He scowled and stood up, pulling the rat up by the ears.
"Coward, swapping you fer him. Anyway, are you alright?"
"I'm sure he's fine mate, though the wind 'as blown yonder weasel away faster n' the ladies can find me." A strapping young ferret had happened upon the scene standing loosely one paw resting on his cutlass, the other oh his hip.
"Perhaps ye should release yon rodent's ears afore you rip them out at the joints mate. Not good for the moral ye see." He stepped forward holding out his paw.
"Cap'n Luis Vonil of the southern lands. If I may be so bold in asking the name of this fine little cove here?" His voice held a sharp accent showing it wasn't his first language, he slipped up on some of the words however he was still understandable, and even used sailors' wording.
Quetzal snorted when he noticed the ferret, and rolled his eyes. Truth be told, the slightly overweight pine marten was jealous of Luis's looks. "My name's Quetzal, and I'm Sheriff. I'm sure the wind's takin' its time blowing him away, then, because you're pretty nasty looking...Louie Vonlittle or whatever they call ya."
"Senor Quetzal? Mate you're name sure sounds strange, n' I have heard some strange names blowin' about." He covered a laugh with a sharp cough, raising a paw to his mouth. Taking his gaze off of the marten sheriff he looked over the sorry remnants of the three pursuers, all of whom were missing their weapons and one of which had no boots. Raising a eyebrow Luis turned back to the sheriff cross his arms.
"I must say, sherry, sherrtiff, sheriff, ah that's it. I must say if this is how ye dress n' arm you're soldiers... Well, lets leave it at that."
"Ha, ha, I wasn't born around here, so of course it'll sound strange to you...Lad." Quetzal said, trying his best to keep himself calm. He looked over his soldiers and scowled.
"I don't dress 'em like that, something probably happened ta them while I was gone," he spat, "I jus' got here."
"IT was that blasted Robin 'ood, ambushed us on the road 'ere, 'ad twenty men she did, but I promise ya we fought dem off as best we could, but en de end dere where jus' to many of dem!" The weasel explained
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Quote from: LT Sandpaw on October 12, 2015, 04:54:47 PM
OOC: Wassup folks, lets keep this going what do you say. Oh and cheers for Shrimp soup surprise! :P
BIC:
Shoving aside a small frog Avis sat down on a tree stump watching Midge and Robin prepare the meal. Pulling out a selection of dainty instruments he set to work on his damaged lute. His work went well but it was a tedious and difficult task. Looking up a smile spread across his face and he couldn’t resist a small jibe at the impromptu cooks. “Robin your culinary skills are considerably less shoot and hit then your bow. Though we may survive yet another night as long as we are not subjected to your shrimp soup surprise again.”
Lifting his instrument to a playing position Al’Tune plucked one of the strings experimentally. A glorious and ear grating twang resounded from the lute making the hedgehog grimace. “Ah but the woes of a musician.” He lamented setting to work again.
"No worries there, mate, no surprises, Just shrimp this time, and a little hot root," She said walking backwards in the direction of the nearby spring with a cooking pot under her arm.
Jack forged his way toward where he believed Robin's camp to be. All he really had to do was get close enough to hear the noise - then it'd be easy enough.
Quetzal nodded at the weasel. "Since they obviously fled I bet you showed them who's boss, eh?" He asked optimistically.
The weasel scratched his ear confused "Well Twern't exactly fled sir, mores likes ran off," He said
OOC-
Oops, sorry, I meant weasel.
IC-
Quetzal tried once more to believe that his soldiers had been the victors.
He put on a rather forced smile, and pawed at his dagger. "Sure you lost some stuff, but you won, yeah? Running off an' fleeing are the same thing in my book..."
Putting on a look of mock horror Avis placed one paw on his heart and threw out the other in a theatric performance.
"Oh alas to us merry few who must perish at the paws of the great Robin Hood for consuming what she calls a little hot root. May our spirits have cool water and milk, by the graces of the fates, to cool our burning mouths!"
~*~*~*~*~
Standing loosely, and cleaning out one ear with his claw Luis pursed his lips considering the marten sheriff. "I don't think it's gonna happen mate. This Robin, scrapper, she must be a fine lass to bring four stately shipmates th' likes of these low. What's she got goin' for her, seein' as attacking royal soldiers may be a crime?"
The Weasle scratched his ear again now quit confused "Yeah that's right,"
***
Robin laughed heartily and called back over he shoulder, "Well fine then, have it your way, you can add the 'ot root yourself after it is cooked so you don't burn your weak little mouths," She said. She soon returned lugging a full pot of water and hung it over the fire to boil. She added Shrimp, celery, onions, carrots, and some herbs and let the stuff cook.
Quetzal rolled his eyes at the weasel and turned back to Luis.
Obviously the weasel wasn't understanding. That's why I'm sheriff and not him.
The marten thought about Luis's question for less than a second before answering. "Mm...that would be death. Better fer everybeast, ha!"
Shaking his head the ferret crossed his paws chuckling. "Nay, you misunderstand me mate, how much of the shiny stuff does she got goin' for her? Surely she's got a price on her head, no?" He patted his cutlass winking at the marten.
"I'm a'lookin' for goods to sustain me, the rivers clearly ain't floodin' wit' milk n' honey so I need to find other means, you understand of course matey."
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"Aye, that is a fine deal, one of the best you have ever made Young Robin." Avis sat back down shuffling his spikes. He stood up quickly and pushed a large beetle off the log. Retaking his seat the musician returned to repairing his lute, plucking the strings with a steady paw. Noticing Midge he leaned over prodding the young rabbit in the side.
"Hey young master midge you ought to be a gentlebeast and help Robin, didn't anyone ever teach you manners." Avis asked sternly, hiding a teasing smile.
Brother Stoh leaned against the gnarled stump of a willow on the bank of the slow-flowing stream. The mole's helmet was dropped over his eyes, blocking out the daylight as he dozed, a makeshift fishing rod held loosely in his paws as the line dangled lazily in the water. He was unaware when he settled down to try to catch one of the small trout how close he was to Robin's camp, and he was still blissfully ignorant, just as he was ignorant of the small fish wiggling on the end of his line.
"Oh you wound me, Is my word worth not but a bowl of soup and the safety of your tongue," Robin said with just as much theatrics as Avis.
"Hey young master midge you ought to be a gentlebeast and help Robin, didn't anyone ever teach you manners."
"Gentlebeast phish, You make me sound like so fragile lady of the court who couldn't pull back a bow if their life depended on it, Just watch to pot and make sure it doesn't boil over, while I go and fill these up," She said taking three canteens and returning to the spring to refill them.
When she neared the place she slowed having spotted some beast by the waters edge, She decided to great him out right and strode out of the trees, "Hey there good fellow, mind tellin' me your businesses in these parts?"
***
Malena rolled her chair over to the window and looked out at Bredon's streets. She then picked up the letter that rested in her lap, broke the seal and read the neat script that covered the page.
Lady Malena,
I write to request your presence at my side at the opening games of this summers festival. In light of recent events, the raise in crime, and the news from the fronts, the people need to see that you still have hope.
Lord Arcon
Malena folded it back up and put the letter on the table and sighed. Hope... Where was hope when she was stuck supporting a false ruler, Her sister was the real hope in this world but Arcon would never see it that way. The real reason he wanted her there was because she apposed Robin at least in public.
Jack had slowed to a saunter after he went far enough into the forest to escape Quetzal's line of sight. Stupid pine marten, thinking he ruled everything. The weasel muttered some foul insults as he walked along.
Eventually, he happened upon a stream. This would be a nice oppurtunity to get a drink and consult his options. He was about to exit the trees when he noticed Stoh. The sleeping mole looked ever-so faintly familiar. Jack mused to himself about the identity of the creature before him for a little bit before finally leaving the forest and attempting to quietly make his way past Stoh.
Quetzal flinched, watching the ferret carefully.
"Oh...Er, I don't know that off the top of my head...Probably a lot."
Stroking the soft fur under his chin nodding sagely. His eyes kept flicking between the marten Quetzal, and the soldiers who were in the finer state of disarray. "Ah, I see. Well mate you have found the right pir- hm I mean mercenary for this job." His voice began to rise as he spoke changing from the dour creature to his more exciting self.
"Its been a good while since I've had somebeast to catch. An' a pir- ahem, s'cuse me. Mercenary never looses, ain't that right mate."
~*~*~*~*~
Rolling his eyes the hedgehog minstrel returned once again to the difficult task of repairing his lute. A light smile on his lips, after a few moments he held the instrument up again inspecting its fine woodwork. "Don't worry my little flower, pappy will have you singing again in half a moment."
The sound of approaching footpaws alerted Avis to an approaching creature. Looking up his smile broadened at the limping form of an approaching squirrel.
"Ah Ruby, I trust you were well gratified by thy lovely walk in the woods." The squirrel snorted crossing her paws.
"Where's Robin?"
"Down by the river love, she should be back soon."
"Don't call me love hedgebrain! Do you know when she'll be back?"
"Of course not dear, I just told you though she should be back soon. Why do you want her so bad, did you find something?" A snort of annoyance was the only response Avis got from the squirrel, who limped off to go wait elsewhere. Winking at Midge Avis chuckled to himself setting to work on his lute.
"She's in a good mood today."
Quetzal narrowed his eyes.
The marten stepped forward and prodded Luis in the chest.
"Now, now. You wouldn't be a pirate, would ye?"
Stoh grunted as Robin's voice woke him, and he pulled up his helmet to let his beady eyes see the speaker. "Hrm, moi business is of mpi own an' those Oi choose to help, miz otter."
He noticed the fish on his fishing line and pulled the wriggling creature out of the water. "Least this 'un has the decency of lettin' a sleeping beast loi, yurr . . ." he said in his grumbly way.
Aulwinn had been spending his time in town, keeping his relations with the the commoners intact. Old miss Wrelling had lost her cane... again, and the bees in the region seemed to be giving their keepers some trouble. All in all, the squirrel's day was pretty droll, but he could practically smell the mischief in camp when he got within the last half of a mile... But that was probably the missing leeks in the soup. He stopped, and proceeded to groan as he sprinted the distance to camp. Of all the times to be behind, it was dinner time.
The campsite was in its' usual disorganized self when Aulwinn showed up, making a beeline for the pot... To have his fears confirmed. He quickly grabbed a couple of nearby leaves, pulling the pot off the fire before discarding them. Analyzing the contents of the partially cooked soup he scolded whoever really had ears to listen, "How many times do I have to tell you, don't let anybeast start dinner without me! You're pretty darn lucky Robin didn't fill this thing half way with hotroot, though I've half my own mind to do it myself!" There was little he could do about the onions, they had been properly minced, so a quarter serving of leeks would have to suffice. The carrots hadn't been chopped, merely halved, and there was roughly three quarters of a canteen more water than should have been. Aulwinn rolled his eyes in comical surrender, "Robiiin, you know full well this stuff doesn't taste half as good without the pepper paste anyway, how could you." He set to work ladling out the carrots best he could, and cut them down to now small half circles. The water draining wasn't particularly fun either, but after grabbing a few more leaves, and wringing his hand out after still getting a minor burn, dinner was almost set. After re-adding the carrots, a couple pinches of salt, and a homemade pepper paste, the pot was once again returned for cooking. The squirrel couldn't help the smile that played across his face as he stirred the paste in to mix, keeping a close eye last something in the pot over-cook.
OOC: I'm assuming that there are still towns, but since I have no location names, I can't really be specific.
"Pirate! Where?" Luis did a full spin coat and tail twirling. Ears twitching, and lifting his nose the ferret preformed a over dramatic performance of searching for the possible pirates. Stopping on impulse he suddenly prodded Quetzel in the chest.
"Now you weren't calling a gentlebeast-mercenary like meself a pirate!" The pirate captain demanded. "Now I'm just insulted mate."
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Watching Aulwinn work the hedgehog minstrel chuckled. Finishing the repairs on his prize instrument the homely creature padded up behind Aulwinn watching the squirrel work. His travels had granted him knowledge inn the art, however most of the creatures in the camp would gag at his choice of meal. Besides it wasn't his place to get in the way of others showing off their skill, or lack thereof.
"My thanks to the fates you arrived good sir Aulwinn, Robin is hardly known for her culinary capabilities, though I thought she did rather well last time." Avis paused considering, "Unless of course it was you who pulled the chestnuts out of the fire last time as well."
"These are dangerous woods to be takin' a nap in mate, they say these parts are full of outlaws," Robin said.
Jack was now caught in a very bad position. The very person he was looking for was right in front of him, and she was talking about outlaws. Well. Quickly composing himself, the weasel opened his mouth. "Aha, the very beast I was looking for. I take it you are the one who puts the Hood in Robin? Pleased to meet you."
Brother Stoh squinted at both creatures. "Burr, aye, an' who's to say yore both not outlaws? Oi'm inclining to sleep where Oi wants to, missy, an' bain't nobeast gonna scare me off, hurr. Naow leave off moi turf, if'n ye please."
Aulwinn couldn't help but chuckle himself, "well, I didn't take the chestnuts off... But I had my hands full with the fish when they were supposed to come up. I was pretty happy myself, would've been quite the shame to lose those nuts, good batch."
"Your turf, hah! I am Robin Hood, and these are my woods, no beast knows them better than I. And you, you look like a fellow interested in a donation," She said turning that last remark in Jacks direction. She didn't like the looks of him in the least but he also looked like he might have some coin on him.
"I work for donations. The question is, who wants to pay?"
Jack turned to Stoh. "And you. What's your name?"
"Oh you'd be payin' sir, donations for the poor are always accepted, Now why don't you give this good mole fellow your gold and we can all part our merry ways," Robin said holding her bow out in front of her in a relaxed way, with on point on the ground and her paws resting on the other end.
To humor himself more than to humor Robin, Jack took our his last peice of gold. He'd had to bride the last guard he met before the sherrif - and that wasn't cheap. FLipping the coun, the weasel gave a sigh of disbelief. "Look," he said. "I'm offering you informatiom I'm sure you will find useful. You either accept or don't If you don't, then I'll leave you with this coin. If you do, pay me thrice the amount I hold in my hands and you'll get the location of the Sherrif."3
Robin laughed, "And what If I tell you that I already know where he is,"
Stoh caught the coin as Jack flipped it. "Oi'm athinkin' we need some egsplaining to be done 'ere, hurr, else oi moight be inclined to join a fight." The mole patted the hilt of his sword.
"Naow, Oi don't like outlaws much, but Oi'm willin' to hear creatures oot. What would beasts need with money naow, burr, and why's a sheriff so wanted? Coom on, Oi don't want to take all day."
Jack raised a skeptical eyebrow at this mole threatening him with a sword. The nerve. Did he know who he was?
"If you know his location, then why aren't you heading to it? Of course, the mighty Robbing Hood is too high up to do such a thing. I'll be going now."
"I'm not heading for him because I like my head. Stealing is one thing, murder is quite another, Now get out of here before I stick an arrow between your eyes!" Robin said calling after him as he left. She then turned back to Stoh. "Now good fellow, you never answered my question, what's a mole like yourself doing in these parts?"
"Jus' travelin', miz. Naow I'd like moi answers too." The brother folded his arms. "Money bain't much good in the forest, miz h'otter, unless you'm be a'stealing it, as you said to yon weasel. I don't stand for either stealin' nor murderin', so explain yoreself quickloik, if'n ye please."
Robin laughed, "No worries friend, I only take from those who can afford it and give it to them who needs it, You ain't got nothin' ta worry about if your an honest fellow,"
Stoh rubbed his fuzzy chin. ". . . Hmm, hurr. An' why would you need t'be adoin' that, eh? Land seems friendly 'nuff." He looked around. "Least wot oi've seen of et."
"Then you haven't seen enough of it, Lord Arcon is milking this land dry and if your with him then your against me," Robin said.
Jack gritted his teeth, it was just some information, he never said she had to kill him. Not that he wanted Quetzal alive.
OOOC: Since we're following the original plot, that kinda means the Sherrif hires Jack... Awkward.
OOC: Actually if you like Lord Arcon can hire him, add a bit of rivalry between Jack and the Sheriff. ;)
OOC: Yesnplease.
Laughing good naturally Avis clapped Aulwinn on the back. Then bending down he sniffed at the aroma rising from the cook pot. The hedgehog nodded pulling away.
"Oh a delicious smell, clearly a work of culinary genius. Rescued by none other then the brave master Aulwinn, and his trusty ladle. Hero of the kitchen, master of the ladle, warrior of the fire captain of the soup pot!"
Aulwinn nudged Avis in return, and replied, though laughing in the process, "Oh lay off you over-sized pin-cushion! I'll be having non a' that flattery around... er... The soup pot I guess, not much of a kitchen really, but more than enough for our needs." He took his own turn taking a whiff of supper himself, "Give it another ten minutes and dinner should be served. Anybeast know where Robin disappeared to?"
Quote from: LT Sandpaw on November 06, 2015, 03:14:33 PM
"Pirate! Where?" Luis did a full spin coat and tail twirling. Ears twitching, and lifting his nose the ferret preformed a over dramatic performance of searching for the possible pirates. Stopping on impulse he suddenly prodded Quetzel in the chest.
"Now you weren't calling a gentlebeast-mercenary like meself a pirate!" The pirate captain demanded. "Now I'm just insulted mate."
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Watching Aulwinn work the hedgehog minstrel chuckled. Finishing the repairs on his prize instrument the homely creature padded up behind Aulwinn watching the squirrel work. His travels had granted him knowledge inn the art, however most of the creatures in the camp would gag at his choice of meal. Besides it wasn't his place to get in the way of others showing off their skill, or lack thereof.
"My thanks to the fates you arrived good sir Aulwinn, Robin is hardly known for her culinary capabilities, though I thought she did rather well last time." Avis paused considering, "Unless of course it was you who pulled the chestnuts out of the fire last time as well."
Quetzal grinned.
"Now, now, you keep catchin' yerself almost sayin' pirate, I heard you..." He dropped his gaze to where Luis poked him, and curled his lip. The marten took one paw and dusted off his chest.
"Don't you touch me, I don't know where you've been or what else you've touched."
"Carn't be with 'im if Oi bain't knowing who 'e is," said Stoh. "Oi'm athinkin' we moight have a talk, mizzy. Oi'm bound t' help those in just need, hurr, so I'd better be foindin' oot who's the one who be aneedin' somethin'." The mole picked up his fish off the ground and washed the dirt off in the water before stumping off past Robin.
"You'm have a camp, Oi'm assuming?"
Chuckling Avis jabbed a paw over his shoulder, "Ran off to the river for some reason, of which I cannot remember." The hedgehog mussed for a moments before shrugging. "Miss Robin is always punctual, she'll be back shortly. Unless that is she's spotted some renegade weasel to relive oh his gold, or some poor mole to annoy." He contemplated not realizing how close he was to the truth.
"She's coming back," Ruby grunted from her perch in a tall birch tree. She slid down the tree, with much less grace then a one of her kind should posses on a woodland monarch. The red furred squirrel hit the ground hard grunting slightly, and limped over to the fire. "She's got someone with 'er too."
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"Ah, erm, lets see. I was in fact saying pirer-o-gi-de-erm-yro... A pyro dancer, ye see mate I was a pyro dancer afore bein' a mercenary. So I'm a' makin' a few mistakes wordin' my profession, if ye can understand mate." Luis confirmed quickly laying a paw on his heart, and bowing like a proper gentlebeast. His black eyes flashed gleefully at this new adventure, it was even better then taking down a fat merchant ship, this false identity thing was something he excelled at. Of course if you asked him he excelled at just about everything.
Quetzal looked amused, because he sensed a lie in Luis's words.
The pine marten decided to go along with it.
"You were, were ya? Come on, dance, show me what you know."
"Aye, but you baint goin' near it, friend," Robin said grabbing the hood of Stoh's habit as he passed her.
"You'm be a'lettin' me go naow, miz," said Brother Stoh as he pulled at his hood while pawing at his sword. "If'n you want trouble, Oi'm gorra give a'plenty."
Coughing Luis bent over holding his chest rasping pathetically. "Ahem, I'm sorry about that mate." The ferret grunted straightening up. "Jus' me lackO'seaitous kicking in. Ye see afore I was a Pyro Dancer n' a mercenary I was a seabeast. Haven't seen yon sea in wot seems like five hundred seasons. As ye can imagine mate it ain't fun for a sailor."
Luis stopped talking suddenly, his black eyes flashed, and he moved one paw in the slightest movement. Otherwise the ferret remained still. "Got any fire mate?"
Back in the safety of the forest, Jack contemplated his options. Robin Hood wasn't a choice. Mercenary work was few and far between. Maybe the Lord Arcon had something. They always did.
OOC: I need a refresher - Arcon is Prince John, right?
OOC: Yup.
BIC:
"Ah no trouble at all sir," She said coking her head with a wink, but she still didn't let go. "But you see, these here's my woods an' I can't have ya wandering around them an all, I would be happy to escort you on your way though,"
"Oi'll be 'aving no ezcort, an' Oi'll foind moi own way out when Oi want to. So if'n we gonna foight, let's gerron with it, otter mizz!" Stoh drew his sword and prodded at Robin's midriff to make her let go.
Robbin chuckled and let go. She took a step back and said "No disrespect or anything but I'm afraid it would be a rather unfair fight,"