For the Throne - An Alternate Universe RP

[The Skarzs]

OOC: Who is in charge of Sarahadoron town?

OOC: Um, Kraoleck is. There's no mayor or anything.

BIC: Fauken couldn't catch all the directions the energetic fox had given, so she decided it would be just as well if he were to walk with him.
  "Yes, I am new around here. Just passing through. I'll probably be going north after I stop at. . . Sarahadoron, I think it is. Don't like staying in one place for too long." She touched her patch momentarily. "Learned it's better that way."

[Jukka the Sling]

Ennalee gave a short nod, then abruptly tried to smile and pour sincerity into her words, just in case.  "You weren't a bother, Marth.  Thank you.  I'll see to it right away.  Um, goodbye then."  She shut the door, probably a little too quickly, but she barely cared about being polite.  Locking the door firmly behind her, she let out a shaky sigh and ran her fingers through her headfur.

She'd just been saying things, anything, to get the stranger away from her door, but now she wondered if she really should go and see who that otter was and get him off her property.  But then again... if that otter was with the Resistance, she'd rather know nothing at all about it.  On the other paw, he might not be...

She groaned.  This was too confusing.  What should she do?
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Finally Linty was gone.  Daniel got to his footpaws and took a casual look around.  Where was the otter?

[Lady Amber]

After walking for about fifteen minutes, Aydin arrived at the familiar-looking sand dune. He looked around. It seemed no one was nearby so he lifted the reed mat that covered the entrance and ducked inside. His eyes adjusting to the dimness of the place, he glanced about and saw that Hazel, the leader, was there. Sand shifted under his feet as he sat down in a chair. "Greetings," he said to the squirrel.

[Eulaliaaa!]

Reed shrugged, "It looks painful... though I don't want to make you uncomfortable and ask how you got it. If you're new to the land, I doubt you've heard of King Kraoleck. He's the ruler around here. My mom - er... friend is in his army. What reason do you have to go there?" He asked, slipping the rings into the bag he was carrying and glancing around, smiling nervously at a passing stranger.

[The Skarzs]

  "Doesn't hurt anymore." Fauken shrugged. "Anyways, I don't care about who's in charge of wherever. I'm not staying for very long, and I'll be through before King Crow-lick catches sight or smell of me. Besides, it's not like I'm a troublemaker."
  They kept walking along, the wildcat following Reed wherever he was leading her. Faukin's last comment actually reminded herself something, and she asked, "So. . . What's with the rebels, or resistance?"
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  King Kraoleck was now done with his meal, and went to his throne room to review the goings-on of his kingdom.
  Production of materials was doing well, as weapons, timber, and food was being made at a good pace. It was calculated that the fields would yield enough wheat and vegetables to last the next year by the time harvest came. Lumber and tree-grown goods continued to be brought in from the logging town of Leafen, promising materials for expansion and building for a solid amount of time. Mines underneath Sarahadoron also continued productively, bringing up iron, coal, and copper to be smelted and used.
  Of course, then there was the reason for this massive output: The threat of hostile invasion. Now, Kraoleck had not been lying that there was indeed a powerful nation to the north, and that their army was formidable. But he was not sure whether they would be attacking him, or the other way around. However, since there was no way to be exactly sure, the monitor much preferred the idea of assaulting them.
  Once it was summer, even the northern areas would not be too cold for monitors like himself, and if all went according to plan, his own forces would be enough to overcome an enemy army. That was, of course, provided that enough creatures were recruited . . . And that meant removing any source of dissonance.
  Up until then, Kraoleck had been content to leave the petty resistance to play its game. They provided a sense of unease and worry that helped creatures produce their own fear that kept them serving him. If one joined the resistance, it was less likely that they would live in that minority. However, many did not like the king, so it was a constant state of being torn in several directions. But now, a lot of young creatures were apparently joining the resistance, adding to its numbers. And that would further decrease successful recruitment if the population saw the resistance doing well.

[Hickory]

Seeing that the way was clear, Rusk emerged from his hiding spot, confronting Daniel. "Alright, we have to make this quick. Do you have the materials?"

[Cornflower MM]

Hazel had heard someone approaching, and stood, her paw going to her dagger hilt. She relaxed and sat back down when Aydin ducked. "Greetings, Aydin. You got the news so soon?" She commented.

[Jukka the Sling]

Daniel gave a short nod.  "Hi, Rusk.  Yeah, I got 'em here."  He went and picked up a small bundle wrapped in tattered canvas and tied with a stringy bit of twine.  "Not much, really: a couple broken scythes and an old axe nobody'll miss, but something's better'n nothing, eh?"  He held it out to the otter and took a furtive glance around.

[Hickory]

The otter inspected the blades. "Hmm, nothing I can't repair."

Taking the bundle, he quickly dropped a few coins into the hedgehog's hand. "There's your compensation, a few cips and one pell. Make sure you hide the pell, I'm sure that Silvertail isn't dumb enough to know that that much money isn't on your pay. Good luck."

Flashing a smile at Daniel, Rusk slipped away back down the way he came, careful to disguise the bundle against his body.

[Lady Amber]

"What news?" Aydin asked Hazel. "I didn't get any news from anybeast; I wasn't sure if we were going to meet today, but I decided to come here anyway."

[Jukka the Sling]

Daniel stared down at the coins in his paw, a grin slowly beginning to form on his face.  He hadn't expected any compensation.  Times were tough, so every bit counted.  He pocketed them, and with a lighter heart, returned to his work.  Hopefully he'd be able to meet with the Resistance again sometime soon.
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Maybe she should go see what that otter was doing on her property.  Biting her lip and wishing she could just go finish her breakfast without worrying, Ennalee turned to open the door again and was confronted by the sight of a young otter kit on her front doorstep, holding a package with an envelope on top.

"What do you want?" she demanded rather rudely.

"I-I was sent to deliver this, ma'am," the young otter said, holding out the packet and letter.  "The letter is for Lady Silvertail's eyes only."

"I'm her," Ennalee said, worry making her less grammatically correct.  She took both items, which bore no identifying marks.  "Um, thanks."  She shut the door, wondering what on earth was in the package.  Drawing a deep breath, she tore open the letter.

Dear Lady Silvertail,

I am from the rebellion. If you are interested in hearing a proposition that would avenge your father and free Sarahadoron of its shackles, meet me at The Lizard King's Tail inn at midnight. Come in disguise. An otter kit with brown fur and blue eyes should be delivering this message. If not, kill the messenger.

Signed,

Anon.

Her paws began to shake.  She tore open the package that had been delivered, only to find that it contained nothing but miscellaneous kitchen supplies.  Looking at the letter, she twisted it in her fist.  Now what?

[Lady Ashenwyte]

Seht took the time to gather his thoughts as the palanquin shook. He watched the civilians look at the palanquin with fear and hatred, and that worried him. If the population's morale was that low, how would they react to the recruitment? He sighed inwardly with relief as he saw the monitor waiting. He alighted from the palanquin, and gestured to the carriers to take it back to the castle.
                "Now, take me to Ordis, soldier. I have no time to lose." He said, and he followed the monitor to Ordis and the town square.

[Eulaliaaa!]

Reed's smile faded and he hesitated, "The resistance? I know about it, everyone does. I'm not part of it," he said quickly. This traveler could be some sort of spy or something. "But some people don't like the king. I'm not saying I don't, but I know about people who feel that way. They're a group fighting against the king. I'm not with them," he glanced nervously at Fauken. "Er, how did you get the scar?" He asked to change the subject.

[The Skarzs]

  But Fauken was stubborn. "Not like they'd be able to do much against a king, though, since it seems they're small. They would have to get the support of most of the population." The wildcat shook her head and sighed. "Sorry, I don't mean to be. . . I dunno. You're just a child."
  Still, she was curious about the resistance, and she felt like every minute she would be spending in Sarahadoron would either make her incline towards on side or the other.

[Conrad the Painless]

Marth blinked at the closed door. "Hm. Busy I suppose..." He muttered, as he continued on his way to the town. Not much was on his mind today, besides the need to purchase some seeds.