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5/11/2019

Wandering alone through the wilderness in search of the legendary Long Patrol, the hare Elbio meets with a friendly bat called Silt... But things take a bit of a turn.

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Training Exercise!

Open to: Everyone
Run by: Jinora
Date and Time: Monday, May 20th at 8pm EST *Rescheduled*
Location: Shore, just outside Salamandastron entrance

This is a training exercise on the Western Shore, implemented by Major Tottheim. It is optional for those at or above the rank of Corporal, but mandatory for all on-duty Privates and Recruits (this is only true ICly, of course - OOCly, if you cannot make it or decide not to, that is totally fine).

This scene will involve the MU* dice-rolling system.

Hi guys! RL continues to implode on me but it will get significantly better at the end of the month. I have not forgotten about you all! More pirate nonsense is in the works; I have a massive, action-packed outline decked out, so if you want in on anything or have an idea that you would like to implement, please shoot me a page mail.

Pirate RP is currently taking place aboard the OOC vessel 'Nullnombre' and I am running events under the monicer 'Korsear'. If you want aboard, let me know - please p #mail Lutea with questions or ideas, as I am only logging onto Korsear for scenes

Like I said, stay tuned for a ton of stuff after May 24th. I will try to run multiple events a week, since I will *gasp* have time for a life again?!?

That ferret is giving me life.

The Saltlick
Ft. Oskar, One-Eye (played by Lothar), and Lutea as GM
Setting:
|| The Saltlick ||
The Saltlick is an old vessel and a large one; she's been through storms and battles alike, and it shows in the scarred wood and battered railings. Still, the ship is afloat and, judging by the occasional show of lavish wealth scattered through the cabins and decks, in a streak of good fortune.
Two flags fly high above her decks. The first, the colors of the Saltlick herself, bears a white flag with a red-etched horse's skull. The old legend goes that her very first captain was trampled to death by a horse - and there began the ship's long lineage and theme. Their current captain, a piebald searat once called Goresnip, took on the name of 'Hoofmeat' when she came into command of the vessel.
The second flag, of course, bears two eyes on a field of black: one a bright gold, the other a deep, blood red.
||Current Location: Eastern Sea||
   
Captain Hoofmeat's grip tightens on the railing of her ship, her yellow eyes narrowing dangerously as she regards their prey. "'Ow far off are we, eh?" She demands of her first mate, snatching the spyglass from his claws and squinting at the other ship. "They look fat'n happy." Hoofmeat sneers, still squinting through the glass. "Well dressed wodlanders, th'lot of 'em. They're scramblin' - looks like they're hidin' stuff." She snaps the spyglass away and gives a loud, hearty laugh. "S'a good sign, mateys! Prepare t'board!"

Oskar chuckles as he looks towards where the other ship is "Well, I say all de more reson ta see what they have huh? Must be somewhat important or they wouldn't wanna hide it from us"

Another vermin on board was a rat, he didn't really have a name, most called him One-eye due to his eyepatch, it wasn't his real name...his real name was forgotten after the attck that took his eye."Fat?..Happy?...Maybe they need a diet, we should help them right captain?"

"My thoughts exactly, matey." Hoofbeat laughs to Oskar, her yellow teeth flashing ominously. She claps One-eye on the back. "Best be holdin' onter somethin', lads!" She advices. Aboard the merchant vessel, there is chaos. Calls of "pirates! Pirates! Battle stations!" can be heard from the panicked woodlanders, but there is little more that they can do to prepare. The woodlanders on board are armed, bristling, and waiting for the offending pirate ship to come within range of the sparse archers they have - but they are not ready for the naval ram. The great, wooden obtrusion juts from the prow of the Saltlick, and when it smashes into the side of the merchant vessel. The pirates know to hold something, but the woodlanders on the other ship are scattered across their own deck, screaming, as the pirates are able to board.

Oskar holds onto a railing, he was already holding onto it before they went to ram the other ship.He grins as the woodlands roll around on the ship and chuckles as one even falls off into the sea, hopefully they don't know how to swim too well.

One-eye grabs onto a steady crate nearby and grins,"This is gonna be fun, I was getting a little bored."

The woodlanders rally, though it is already too late for some of them. A mouse rips his scimitar free and rushes One-Eye, an otter charges Oskar, and a hedgehog struggles to latch the door that leads below. The sound of clashing steel and cries of pain fill the salty air, and above the two ships gulls are beginning to appear, circling in the hopes of an easy meal once the fighting ends. The woodlander that Oskar saw plummet to the ocean below does, fortunately for her, know how to swim, and the vole begins to scramble up the rigging on the side of the ship, drenched to the skin.

Oskar rolls his eyes and looks unintrested in the otter and then suddenly draws his cutlass and sidesteps, angleing and swinging his blade at the otter as he likely passes him.He stays alert and his quick on his feet.

One-eye grins and chuckles insanely as he rushes at the mouse and goes to trip him with a footpaw and stab downwards with a couple daggers he slips out of his sleeves.

The otter doesn't just pass Oskar by - nobeast looks /that/ nonchalant in a fight, he thinks! He pivots with Oskar, swinging his scimitar to meet the vermin's cutlass. "Thieves!" The otter barks at his foe. "Pirate scum! Bother somebeast else!" One-Eye seems to have more luck fighting a younger, less-experienced beast. The mouse, barely grown into his sea-legs, expects a fair fight... A deadly mistake when one deals with pirates. He falls to the deck and screams out as the unseen daggers pierce him - he lays dying. "Matthew, no!" Another mouse, one that looks remarkably like the felled beast, screams, and she rushes One-Eye. She is older, more experienced, and grabs a coil of rope from the ground as she runs. Uncoiling it, she flicks her arm with force in an attempt to whip One-Eye off of her downed brother. Hoofmeat stands on the railing of the mercahnt vessel, battling off another pair of beasts with her own cutlass. "Cut 'em down, mateys! We don't need no prisoners this time!" She laughs.

Oskar smirks"Thief...I say finders."He blocks a blade, steps back and slices at the otter" Keepers river dog" He can fight, he can fight well in fact and stay alert, studies the otters moves and he looks for an opening to slice or stab at the otter, blocking when needed as well.

One eye stabs down at Mattew one more time and then flicks one of the daggers at the mousemaid, the rope does make a cut above his already patched eye, he only laughs as some blood goes down his face and backs up to send a kick at the mousemaid.

The mousemaid throws herself to the side to avoid the dagger, letting out another shout of grief and rage as One-Eye stabs her brother again. "Matthew! Matthew, I'm coming." There are tears in her eyes as she pulls a shortsword free and throws herself at the rat! The otter battling Oskar growls. "Lazy freeloaders is all you are!" He grumps, apparently not opposed to a bout of friendly debate whilest exchanging blows. "Ye-" He swings his scimitar up to meet the cutlass and throws his weight forward in an attempt to stagger his opponent. "-Never know th'thrill of /makin'/ somethin', you swine! Only takin' what others-" He gasps in pain as Oskar's blade catches him in the side, and he sways an unsteady step backwards. But he isn't down yet! "-What others've put the work into!"

Oskar chuckles coldly, "Oh..vermin make stuff too ya know.."He then hisses in pain as the blade cuts into his arm which angers him and causes him to swing at the otter a couple times! The cut is luckly not a deep one, but there is still blood and there is still the tear in his favoirte tunic.

One-eye  sidesteps and flicks the other dagger at the mousemaid's back.He looks around quickly and kicks a not so skilled vole in the chest and gets the blade they droped "Thank ya...hee hee"

The sudden flurry of blows from Oskar send the otter stumbling back, trying to parry them all. "Oh, like wha'? Disease an' stink?" He demands, hissing as every step sends a shooting lance of pain from the cut in his side. "An'-" His next words are cut off as his paw catches on a body and he falls flat on his back. The mousemaid has to roll to avoid the otter as he trips over her brother's still form. "You scoundrel!" She sobs after One-Eye. The otter's unfortunate fall, though, is what has the little maid in the right position to avoid One-Eye's dagger... Instead, she yanks it out of the deck. "He was barely out of dibbunhood, you monster!" She shrieks, throwing it back at the rat.

Oskar takes the fall as a chance to act quickly and stabs down at the otter while he is on his back!He keeps his eyes on the otter but he does know where the mousemaid is, just in case it's needed to know.

One-eye is a little surprised the mousemaid was missed, and that she threw the dagger back at him.The dagger sinks deep into his knee as he howls in pain and swings his new blade at the mousemaid .

The otter cannot get his blade up quickly enough, and Oskar's weapon takes him through the chest. He gives a silent gasp, his mouth opening and closing in pained shock before his eyes go glassy and his head lolls to the deck. His final grimace is frozen onto his face in death. Oskar won't have long to rest, though. "Behind ye, ye idiot!" It's Hoofmeat, and she appears at the weasel's back. "Hrrk!" Her cutlass protrudes through the middle of a squirrel, his own sword raised behind Oskar. "Ye cin have th'next one." She winks before re-joining the fray. There are plenty of foes to pick from - though their numbers are dwindling. A hedgehog rushes the deck, trying to make it to the door below, another squirrel stands on the rigging, firing arrows into the fray below, and a black-furred mouse yanks his small hand-axe from the face of one of the pirate's crewmates.

One-Eye's mousemaid has gotten lucky so far, but her combat training is limited - there is so much going on, so much to be wary of. She pulls the sword from a dead beast's belt, but isn't fast enough to parry One-Eye's attack. He stabs her through the shoulder, and she screams in rage and pain, weakly swinging her own weapon back at him.

Oskar nods his thanks for the save and scans the ship.A mouse gets brave and rushes him, and loses thier head as he chuckles."Not many woodlanders left now seems."

One-eye frowns "Oh your in pain, let me help!" His idea of help is to go for a fatal stab at the mousemaid and one she surely won't block very well.He grins "Are more...below deck?"Likely ones that can't fight.

It does help, in a way - the mouse certainly isn't in pain anymore. Choking and bloody, she collapses to the side, a shaking paw reaching for her brother's in her final act. He was her brother - he was just her baby brother...

The woodlanders are certainly thinning, but there are still several left: a hedgehog, a squirrel, and a mouse are the most notable fighters that remain. The rest are engaged with the pirates, or lie dying, or - a dagger suddenly jabs at Oskar's back, coming from over the railing of the ship! It's the vole - the one that fell into the water when the two ships collided.

Oskar saw some movement out of the corner of his eye and just barely moved out of the way to avoid a deadly wound,He narrows his eyes and angles and slices at the vole, maybe chop off a paw at least, or if luckly slice open the vole chest or throat.
One-eye grins as he and a couple others go to get the hedgehog that is going to get below deck,He has a blade as he tries to sneak up behund the hedgehog, while another fights him in the front, and stab the hedgehog in the back!
The vole doesn't have a great defensive position - her entire attack depended on surprise, and when that is lost. "Hrrk!" She grabs at her throat as blood spurts around her paw... The vole tumbles back, and a bloom of red radiates slowly into the frothing sea below. One-Eye, on the other hand, may find some complications come with stabbing a hedgehog in the back - their backs stab back! Alerted to the attackers behind him, the hedgepig yelps in fear and presses his back to the door behind him. "G-Go away!" He chokes out, holding a dagger at them, shaking.

Oskar grins as he looks to see whom else to fight and sees the squirrel not too far off"I say one of us take him down and another the mouse"

One eye jumps back some quills in his snout now, but then the hedgehogs back is to the door as he grins, "Ya could always move and let us inside like a nice beast...maybe boss will let us have...one slave"

"Sounds good!" Another pirate, a ferret, grins at Oskar's suggestion. She charges after the mouse, leaving the squirrel to Oskar. The hedgehod shakes... And then nods. "P-Promise you won't hurt me. I'll do anythin', I will! I d-don't want t'die! I... I'm jus' th'cook, I can cook! I can b-bake ye anything!" He steps away, allowing access to the hold below as Oskar and the other pirates do away with the last of the merchant vessel's crew. The ship itself sits lower in the water than it had upon approach, crippled by the Saltlick's battering ram.

Oskar has his blade and heads to the squirrel to fight him, the squirrel is likely injuried some, well its about to be more injuried and likely Oskar is not the only one going to fnish off the squiirel.

One-eye  grins and he makes a quick slice at the hedgehog's leg, make it so he won't move.He limps a little as there is a dagger in his knee after all, he never did yank it out and he is a little more relaxed"Will have to see if de boss wants a slave to cook or not"

The squirrel /is/ injured, but she has climbed the mast and owns the high ground, for now. She isn't high up, maybe a quarter of a way, and she clings to the rigging with her feet as she fires off arrows into the pirates below... But she only has one left. She draws back, aiming it at Oskar, and lets it fly. As One-Eye slices his leg, the hedgehog screams in pain, tears streaking down his face. "I d-did as you asked!" He sobs, clutching the wound and trying to roll away from the pirates. "P-Please! P-P-Please!"

Oskar has his eyes on the squirrel and so saw the arrow and was able to sidestep fairly easyly as he glares up at the squirrel,"She can't stay up thar forever I think, gonna come down..or die up thar"

Lothar chuckles, he leaves the hedgehog alone and goes to open the cargo to see what there is to find...more woodlanders to kill  or maybe some good supplies.

One-eye chuckles, he leaves the hedgehog alone and goes to open the cargo to see what there is to find...more woodlanders to kill  or maybe some good supplies.

The squirrel, her arrows depleted, takes a deep breath... If this is how she is to die, then this is how she is to die. She looks around the deck - her crew dead or dying... Their captain - he was one of the first to go, lying at the helm... No. /No/ this isn't how she is to die! Swallowing her fear, the squirrelmaid glares down at Oskar. "May your journey to the Dark Forest be full of screams and agony" - and she jumps. Grasping ahold of a rope, she is able to swing clear of the railing - and let go. A distant splash sounds her descent into the sea below, and she does not resurface.

One-Eye and the remaining crew find a much more welcome sight in the hold belowdeck. It is packed with goods - spices, fabrics, preserved foods... But there is money, too. Gold and silver and fine silks... This ship was made to carry valuables, and it is stocked to the gills. Hoofmeat, her clothes and cutlass soaked in the woodlander's blood, joins them below and throws back her head with a shout of laughter at the sight. "We'll 'ave Queen Tensil's share, aye, but thar's enough here t'keep /us/ fat an' happy fer seasons, mateys!" She laughs again and claps a beast on the back. "Let's start gettin' it all hauled over. Get to yer feet, ya liverspots!"

Oskar watches the squirrel and chuckles when she is not resurfaceing and goes to jion the others, but he does stop to look at the hedgehog and asks "What about the pin cusion?"

One eye  limps down the steps and grins "This is all good, good to share and have..wonder whom this was ta go to...oh well our's now"

"We cin make land an' enjoy our spoils, first chance we get, laddies!" The Captain declares, overjoyed at their luck. "An' th'Queen will reward us greatly for th'spoils we have t'bring back to her. Get it all loaded over." As the pirates leap to her bidding, totting crates and barrels and nets packed full of stolen goods over to the Saltlick, she returns topside. Back on deck, Captain Hoofmeat discerns the hedgehog. "We don't need any more slaves." She decides, and the woodlander's cries of dismay are cut short. The Saltlick will be a merry vessel tonight; music, drinking, and celebration will clog likely carry the victorious scallawags into the next morning.

Hours later, long after the ripples of carnage have stilled and more sinister monsters have cleaned off whatever was left behind to bleed... A canoe rights itself. The lifeboat had fallen loose in the first crash of the Saltlick's naval ram, but it had not drifted far. A drenched squirrel now captains it. There isn't an oar, but she plucks a soggy length of driftwood from her old ship's wreckage, and without another word, begins to paddle.

just a reminder for those of you who have told me you want to be pirates!

Tuesday (April 9th at 8 PM EST) will be the pirate event. It will take place on the Nullnombre, just page me and I will summon you onto the ship. If you just want to spoof, that is great, if you want to make a pirate character, that is great too!

Edit: Apologies for time confusion. I have moved into a new timezone and get mixed up sometimes with reporting things in EST vs. my new timezone.

Yeah, Join the Long Patrol...
Ft. Lothar, Monty, Adrian, and Jinora as GM
Near Aclidia:

The city is close to the shore, but not connected to the sea directly; from the docks to the city runs a dirt road in need of some work, and while it isn't a particularly treacherous path, the opportunity for danger always exists. "All we's sayin', is hand over th'barrels an' nobeast gets hurt, a-ight?" Today, the danger comes in the form of a trio of weasels surrounding a pair of dock workers or sea-beasts, it isn't immediately clear, hauling a ship's load to the city. "This is our livlihood, ye think we haven't dealt with th'likes of ye before?" One of the woodlanders, an otter going gray around the muzzle, demands. To respond, that same weasel smashes the butt of his scimitar across his muzzle. "I didn' say we was gonna ask /twice/, old timer."   

Lothar just had to help with unloading the cargo of the ship and he was having a good day, till now as he shakes his head, a paw goes to his short sword "How about ya varments just leave, sides you serious need all this..fer wot?" He stays very alert and has yet to draw his short sword.   

Monty had decided to venture away from he and Adrian's campsite to scout the surrounding area. One would have thought it'd likely be safer if the both of them had gone, however Monty was never one for really taking the safe route and being careful. One look at him and one could easily tell this. Besides, Adrian was sleeping, and Monty never liked to wake his friend. Making his way in the direction of the city, the young hare was in good spirits for once...that storm had taken a lot out of he and Adrian, and it had taken him awhile to get himself back to his usual cheery self. He had found a dirt road, and what better way to go then an actual worn-out path? Those were always safe, right? As he trots down the path at a quick pace, the one-and-a-half-eared hare spots the small group of creatures seemingly having a squabble. As he gets nearer, he catches snippets of the conversation...namely, the words of the weasel. Arriving just in time to see the vermin attacking the poor old creature, Monty's eyes narrow and    zero in on the weasel. Oooo, did he hate bullies. "Well now...that wasn't very polite," Monty replies, in a cheery tone, as his first move is to kneel down to check on the otter. He glances up at the weasel. "There a problem here, or 'm I gonna have t'bally create one, eh?"   

"I think 'e wants a taste, Locksnout!" One of the smaller weasels encourages, bouncing on dirty paws. "Yeah! Show 'im! Give 'im a taste!" The third, his fur a brown so dark it's almost black, cackles. Locksnout, the apparent leader, waggles the tip of his scimitar at Lothar while the otter bends, clutching at his muzzle, still howling in pain. "Ye' step away real easy an' nobeast gets hurt. Well... More hurt." With his grin, it becomes apparent that he is missing most of his teeth. Charming. He turns that grin on Monty, as he approaches, and it falters. "Wha', ye can't handle this yeselves so ye 'ave t'go beggin' patch-rabbits fer 'elp?" Locksnout spits to the side, much to the glee of his two companions - though they have now moved to stand behind their leader, their paws on their own weapons.   

Lothar stays beside the otter and now slowly draws his blade and ankles it "I am sick and tired of varments around..your the ones likely bothering dockbeasts arnt ya?" Likely some other dock beasts were robed a couple nights ago.
   
Monty checks to make sure the otter will be alright. "Hmm. Y'not lookin' too well, mate, mebbe you should take a sit fer a bit n'rest. I'm thinkin' I c'n handle this, y'ol seadog. Go on, then..." He smiles and pats the otter on the shoulder, before reaching into his satchel and removing a clean cloth. Using his canteen to put a little cold water on it, he hands it to the otter. "Things'll be right as rain in a moment an' y'can go on your merry way, sah." The hare speaks to him as if he is an old friend, and it is as if the three vermin aren't currently standing right in their way. Finally, he turns to Locksnout, and takes a brief moment to look the weasel up and down. "Well...whatta we got here, hmm? Looks t'me like someone's tryin' to take somethin' that doesn't belong to them, yah? Now, y'know, where I come from, this behavior's generally frowned upon, y'know. Seein' as you three look like a bunch o'bleedin' idjits, I'm sure ya never heard of the place. Probably can't even pronounce it either, come t'think    of it. So, I'll sound it out for ya." Monty grins. "Sal-LAA-man-DAH-stron! Means 'fire mountain', or somethin' like that. Ever heard of the Long Patrol? No? Well, sah...consider this your first introduction to us." With that, Monty steps forward and fires a series of three quick jabs at the lead weasel's jaw, the young hare's speed quite impressive. He winks to the other hare present. "Watch how it's done, sah..." he grins to Lothar with a wink.   

"I was battin' vermins 'eads t'gether since afore ye were born!" The otter scoffs, snatching the offered rag roughly away from Monty - but despite his grumbling and posturing, he does take a step back and away, holding the blood-soaked cloth to his face and glaring at the weasels. The weasels, to their credit, do not balk or cower at the name of Salamandastron... Quite the opposite. Locksnout's grin widens. "Yer a long way from 'ome, ickle bunny. Think they'll find yer body out 'ere?" One of his companions nudges him and mutters something, and Locksnout turns to regard his lackey furiously. "Do you /see/ a badger? No! Ain't no badger, ye daft cowar-" and then he is punched in the face. Locksnout goes reeling back into the arms of the dark-furred weasel, who pushes him back forward. "Get'im, boss!" With weapons drawn, all three weasels charge forward.   

Lothar frowns, well in his view 3 agaist one is bad odds so he goes forwards to help the young hare, swinging his blade at one of the weasel's arm   

Adrian is some ways down the road still, nearer the cave they set up a makeshift camp, and he's loudly muttering and grumbling to no one in particular. "I've tol' 'im not ta bloody well wandah off without me, an' wot does 'e do? First chance 'e gets. Mah Da would skin 'im alive for that..." He shades his eyes with a paw, and peers up the road, spotting figures in the distance. "Oy, great... Probably pirates wi' mah luck... Or bandits... Or... Slavahs... Gah..." The hare quickens his pace.   

Monty takes a moment to grin over at the otter, "Well, pardon me for sayin', sah, but these three's heads were still pretty far apart from wot I saw..." He gives the otter a wink again, before turning back to face the three vermin. As Locksnout is pushed back in his direction, Monty takes the chance that the lead vermin is still dazed from his first attack. Winding up, Monty sends a strong right hook with most of his force behind it aimed directly for Locksnout's jaw in an attempt to take him down quickly. Taking a step or two back as the weasel's two companions draw their weapons and charge, Monty grabs the sling carried on his belt, slipping a stone into the pouch before whirling it above his head...he uses it to swing at the other two weasels, aiming hard shots at their muzzles. Noting Lothar hopping into the fray with his own weapon, the young Patroller gives him a grin. "Ey, thanks a bunch, wot. Always could use th'help of a fellow Longears, y'know. Wot with all these vermin millin' about the place n'such!" He does not yet see Adrian approaching from the distance.   

The otter mutters something under his breath, but doesn't interject further. Meanwhile, Monty and Lothar's onslaught of the vermin is met with equally violent force. Locksnout, now that he is aware an attack is coming, isn't so easily taken by another, but he is used to sloppy street fights and weaponry - Long Patrol boxing is foreign to him. He stumbles back, clutching at a massive welt on his arm where the sling stone struck him, yowling like a wounded kitten. His companions rush forward, Muckfur leaps for Lothar while the smaller one, Yurrick, swipes his sword at Monty. Backed away from the fight, Locksnout stops his wailing long enough to shout: "hoi, there's another!", having spied Adrian approaching.   

Adrian's long ears catch that shout, and by now he's also close enough to pick out his friend. Somehow he's not surprised. Monty seems to find some vermin to fight everywhere he goes. He draws his rapier and rushes forward to join the fray.   

Lothar manages to avoid any major wounds, his sleeve is sliced but luckly he doesn't get a deep gash on his arm as he did jump back in time to avoid serious injury.A small line of blood does show up, he blocks another swing and angles his blade to swing at a weasel again   
Monty whirls his sling and lets the stone fly at Locksnout, since he is backed away. "Geez, stop yer yowlin', ya grubfaced vermin, I'm sure your mother c'n hear ya all th'way in th'hole in th'ground y'probably live in!" Slipping the sling back onto his belt, Monty draws the short sword sheathed there as well in one quick motion...one couldn't say the hare hadn't been practicing in all that time he'd spent decomissioned from the Patrol. His sword clangs against Yurrick's, and Monty pushes the vermin's blade up and away from himself, at the same time aiming a swift kick with a strong footpaw right at his opponent's midsection. Hearing Locksnout's shout, Monty's expression lights up with a grin. He doesn't even need to look to know that Adrian had decided to finally awaken to join him. "Adj! Well, look who finally stopped sawin' logs an' decided t'join me for a nice little walk! Beautiful day for it, aye?" The young hare laughs, obviously in his element after such a long time. "Was jus' showin' these fine gentlefurs the finer points of good ol' Long Patrol fightin' techniques, wot!"   

These are simple thugs - they have made their living off of intimidation and picking the right targets... They never meant to go up against trained fighters. Muckfur backs away from Lothar, trying to bat the hare's weapon away - but there's blood visible on his arm. Yurrick fares worse; he is almost immediately overpowered by the ruthless efficienty of a trained fighter. "I yield!" He chokes from the ground, curled fetal where he clutches his stomach, the wind forced out of him from Monty's kick to the mid-section. Locksnout, though, is as stupid as he is cruel, and charges Adrian with a bloodthirsty shout. "We'll take th'barrels /an/ those ears as a tophy!" He promises, swinging his sword at him.   

Adrian is hardly impressed by Locksnout's words, the lumbering brute literally proving no match for actual military training. "Mah ears? Ya hear tha'? Don't make me laugh." He raises his blade, deflecting his opponent's swinging sword, finding it pathetically easy. "Hellsteeth, can't ya at least learn 'ow ta wield a weapon propahly, ya idiot?" He says it as casually as you please, even while winding up to give the vermin a roundhouse kick to the stomach.    Apr 3, 2019 at 2:01 a.m.
Lothar arches an eyebrow at the weasel like...really, he just grips the blade tighter and then goes to back up and do a sort of sweep the legs move to knock the weasel off his footpaws and onto the ground. He looks at the other weasels and to Adrian to see what happens,but also stays alert to any sounds around him."Long....Patrol?" Its not clear if he is surprised or maybe unsure of who the Long Patrol is.
   
Monty takes the opportunity to kick Yurrick's sword out of his reach, extremely tempted to strike the weasel with another blow...although his honor system seems to interfere with this, as his opponent has yielded. He glowers down at Yurrick...despite the hare's small size, he can make himself look quite intimidating when he wants, due to his missing ear and the various scars peppering his features. Oh, and also that crazy look within his eyes, which, despite everything else, still remains. "Let that be a lesson to ya, mate. Don't go pickin' fights with goodbeasts just tryin' to make a livin' an' goin' about their day. Cause y'never know who's gonna show up to defend em. Find yerself a new hobby. Maybe learn how t'crochet or something. It's a lot less violent." Monty winks to the downed weasel, before he turns to observe Adrian's tussle with Locksnout. "Well, it's one or the other, y'can't have BOTH, mate! Now that's just bein' greedy, that is!" Monty calls over. "C'mon, Adj, give em the good ol' blood n'vinegar! Show em how we do things back at the Mountain!" Monty hops from paw to paw, swinging at the air with his paws as he watches his friend fight, but ready to hop in if need be. He hears Lothar's question, and he nods to the fellow hare. "Aye, Long Patrol..." he nods. "Y'never seen such a fine fightin' force in all your days, sah. Glad we could give ya just a sample here today..."   

To be frank, the weasels are no match for the trio of hares. Adrian dispatches Locksnout with hardly any effort, Yurrick remains curled on the ground, and as Muckfur goes to give a panicked look to his companions, he suddenly finds his own paws swept out from underneath him. "Ye'll pay fer this!" Locksnout promises, even as the three of them are scrambling upright and away, nursing their wounds. "Ye ain't seen th'last of us!" He promises once more, and then... They are gone.
   
Adrian was totally going to beat up Locksnout a bit with the flat of his blade, but the weasel are making a carefully calculated retreat (translation: Running like babies), so he doesn't get the opportunity. "Not a single drop of blood shed. Well, excepting that otter, there. This 'as ta be a bloody new record..." He sheathes his rapier. "Well... That was fun..."   

Lothar looks over at the otter and back to the two long patrol hares as he cleans his short sword and puts it back at his side and walks over studing them and offcers a paw "Lothar Kane Oates....so wot is this..Long Patrol anyways? It seems...intresting"   

Monty watches the three vermin flee with a glint in his eye. Resheathing his blade, the young hare dusts off his paws. "Hmm. Got a weird feeling we'll be seein' them again some time real soon, sah. Better sleep with our eyes open tonight." He glances over towards the creatures who were first accosted when he had arrived, and he takes a moment to make sure things are good with them before they head on their way. Satisfied with this, Monty rejoins Adrian and Lothar. "Glad you could join me, Adj..." Monty teases, giving his friend a nudge. "Sorry I left ya, but I was gettin' antsy and I wanted to check out the area. You looked like you needed th'rest so I left ya be." He shrugs. As Lothar offers his paw, Monty shakes it firmly. He may be small, but his grip is rather strong. "Montgomery Alexander Reginald William Baxter Fleetpaw III of the Long Patrol at your service, sah. Oh, er...Monty, for short. Will save ya a lot of breath." The hare grins. "I'll let Adj introduce himself."   

Adrian shakes Lothar's paw after his friend. "Adrian Hornswoggle Swiftbuck the Third, sah. Corporal of the Long Patrol. Pleasure ta meetcha." He smiles, then side-eyes at Monty. "Yah, well... Don't go so fah th' next time, huh?" He shakes his head. "So, ah... Lothar... I take it yahr not from around 'ere..."   

Lothar shakes his head after he gets the names of the other hares "No...sur...from de sea...well use to work on a boat,then came ashore and got odd jobs...parents live on an island..."He frowns "Still storm hit and destoyed the small village, those that surrived left went thar seprate ways. And not heard of the Long Patrol before but I am intrested"He gives a smile "So can a hare be too old ta join your group? Seems I could be useful and....well got no where else ta go, no home...or family now and carry very little with me. My sword, my coins, clothing on me back"   

Monty gives Adrian a salute at his words. "Aye, sah, will try to remember that next time." He winks to his friend. Turning to Lothar, Monty grins. "Never heard of the Long Patrol an' you're a hare. Huh. That's odd. Well, sah, why don't ya come with us, an' we'll give ya a bally bit of a rundown on who we are, an' what we do. As a matter of fact, findin' new faces is th'reason we're all the bloody way out here, so ya just may be in luck!" Monty claps Lothar on the shoulder. "We're camped in a cave just up the road thataways," he nods his head in that direction. He glances to Adrian, raising an eyebrow. "You good with that, Corporal, sah?"   

Adrian huffs. "Egads, mate, wi' all this sah stuff ya make me sound like yahr Da." He laughs. "Anyway, this sounds like a plan, come along... I'll, ah... Warn ya, though... We're not 'eadin' directly back to th' Mountain anytime soon, wot. In fact, we're goin' furthah south, on ta Southswahd an' then even furthah south th'n that..."   

Lothar arches an eyebrow "Cave?" But he will follow them as it seems the otter gets some help after all as a couple of his otter friends show up, well so much for this job, but maybe he should just stay a new course in life, yeah jion the Long Patrol.He follows the two hares to where ever they are heading next.

If you are interested in playing a pirate!

This TP will be VILLAIN BASED for the most part! They will eventually make landfall and, at that point, it will become a TP that involves the Long Patrol and Western Shore, but for a good while this is something that is meant to generate unrest and roleplay in the background. While that is happening, there will roleplay for the pirates themselves!

This TP will involve several pirate ships and locations, but for the ease of coding, I have created a single ship that will act as a a spoof vessel for all of them. If you are interested in creating a pirate character or in spoofing others, please let me know and I'll get you the jump code for the Nullnombre! It will be the location of most of the roleplay until the pirates make landfall.

The Broken Cutlass
Setting: Graytooth Island

Graytooth Island relies entirely on its ports for its livelihood. The beasts that live there are descended from a long line of seafarers, and while some of them have carved a living into the harsh, island soil, it is rare for them to last long without shipments and trade.

So, the blockade has proven a grave issue.

The Broken Cutlass stalked the waters surrounding Graytooth Island like a wildcat toying with a mouse - the ship hadn't made land since its arrival some weeks back, but it had also prevented any other ships from arriving or leaving. The woodlanders of Graytooth had watched their friends and family's ships make returns, only to be assaulted and sunk without so much as a warning, their cargos looted and surviving crew dragged aboard the pirate vessel and out of sight. Sure, they were used to pirates here, but none with the patience and longevity of this ship.

And never one that flew two flags...

Aboard the Broken Cutlass, Captain Harla lounged in a hammock swinging lazily above the main deck. Her crew has been growing restless these weeks with only the occasional merchant vessel or escape attempt to keep it busy - she could see the bloodlust and wild energy barely contained beneath the surface... It brought a cruel smile to her face.

"Mates!" She had shouted, suddenly, dropping from her place in her hammock. "I think we've squandered abou' long enough, eh? Are ye gettin' bored?" A mighty cheer arose from the deck and the albino ferret turned pink eyes onto the setting sun with a wicked grin. "As soon as th'sun goes t'rest, we make land. Prepare fer a fight, ya scallawags!"

In a cage on deck, a large seagull screeched.

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The situation had been growing more desperate for the island beasts. With all trade cut off, they had banded together to make sure that the rations that they had hoarded could last them until help came - surely, their partners to the East would miss inquire into missing shipments. Surely, a passing ship would notice their dire straits.

Surely…

The little vole, Bleachpaw, lay in his bed with a straw-stuffed mouse clutched in his paws. He was hungry, but mum and pa had told him that he needed his rest tonight; they would be making an escape tomorrow, and it was to be a grand adventure! They were going to get into a tiny boat and paddle as quietly as they could away from the island, where the ship wouldn’t be able to see them. He would need all of his strength so that he could be brave and help his parents paddle the boat. He would need all of his wits so that he could keep a lookout on their boat, and he would need all of his bravery so that he could be as quiet as possible while they were making their escape.
They would find a new home! One that was covered in trees. Or, they would find beasts to help them get this home back.

That was what mum had said, and Bleachpaw gave a smile as he rolled over, hugging his toy mouse tighter to his chest.

--

The canoes drew themselves into the island’s embrace like shadows, silent and dark. Their oars making no noise as they drifted into the small landing point on the island’s backside; and the pirates knew better than to speak and blow the element of surprise. Their ship was kept, well-lit and partied by a raucous group on deck, in full view of the harbor, letting the islanders rest easy knowing that their enemy was otherwise engaged.

All the while, they slipped amongst them.

Hardly anybeast was out at this hour, but as the landing crew swept into the village, they found a hedgehog maid dragging a heavy wash basin outside a tavern. There were the sounds of downhearted conversation drifting under the door with the light, and the hedgehog grumbled to herself as she threw out the water.

“Excuse me, marm.” Harla greeted her, flicking back her hood with a wicked grin.
“Yes’m, how cin I be-” Her voice died with a sudden, horrified shriek- but it was cut short. Captain stepped over the maid’s body, wiping her blade with a bored expression.
“Mates… ‘Ave yer fun.”

And then the screaming began in earnest.

The night passed in terror and flame - anything that the pirates didn’t want, they burned out of pure malice. Any islanders that weren’t killed in the attack, were lashed together and led to the harbor, and their new lives as slaves.

The sun was hauling itself back into the sky, kissing the sea and Graytooth island with an orange-dipped muzzle. Captain Harla sat back, heavily, in a beautifully crafted rocking chair. She was inside the tavern, where the dead barmaid still lay outside, revelling in the comforts and spoils of land, basking in the morning light as it spilled through the windows.

“Send word t’our Queen.” She ordered, stretching her arms over her head with a satisfied groan. “We’ll rest ‘ere until th’gull returns wi’ her praises - enjoy yerselves, mateys!”

Nodding, grinning with a muzzle full of rotten teeth, her steersrat rushed back into the streets to release their gull with their captain’s message. The village lay in ruin and as he ran, his boots crushed the remnants of the islander’s lives into the dirt: a plate, a painting, and a small, toy mouse stuffed with straw... He passed by the charred, still smoking ruins of a once-grand building - likely the village center. Now it was nothing but a twisted skeleton, the perfect base for the island's new flag.

A pair of eyes, one golden and one red, glaring out of a field of black.

I like it! I've been leaning more towards RPG styles like Monster of the Geek with a simple rolling system like this one.

This log occurred aboard the Sun Sail as part of both the Black Horizons TP and the Homecoming TP.

They made it!

On Saturday, March 16th at 1:00 PM EST the Camp Willow otters and their allies will be returning home to Camp Willow! It's a long-awaited home coming and bittersweet reunion that is sure to breathe some life back into a community ravaged by violence and loss.

Location:Camp Willow
Date:Saturday, March 16th
Time: 1300 EST

Keep it real,
Lutea