Here's my rules for the old RP.
NO CHEESE. It hurts everyone's feelings
No modding, or little at all. (Modding as in, doing someone's part for them)
Follow the plot, and try not to change it totally unless it's going nowhere, and even then ask me before you do.
Have fun!
Put your bios in, too. It makes it much easier.
Windstar Fleetpaw, Otter
2 otter javelins, a sling, and a dagger.
Enough rations for five days.
Blue tunic, also a wanderer, searching for his tribe.
No followers, will almost definitely join up with a band the moment he sees it.
Good actor and acrobat
My name is Reosin Darkwood.
I am a Dwarven Fighter, I am a heavy drinker and i have a dwarven battle axe
My guys name is Arthas, an undead death knight. He doesn't eat or drink because he is undead, he uses a legendary sword called Frostmourne and rides an undead horse with heavy chain mail armour.
Name: Menatus of Blackhorde
Species: Fox
Short Description: Vixen with black mark on forehead that reaches down to the tip of the tail.
Weapon: Spear
Clothes: Black tunic like thingie with blue belt. Wears a helmet.
Army: All have black marks dyed onto their foreheads, thus the Blackhorde.
That's about it.
Name:Matthias
Race:Human
Job:Ranger
Right Hand:Legendary sword Excalidur.
Left Hand:Flame Sheild
Body:Flame Armor
Acssesory:Angel ring
Ablities: White Magic, Black Magic, Summoning
Sorry for any bad spelling.
RazorClaw:
Species: Badger
Height: 3' 5"
Weight: 24 lbs., 4 ounces
Eye Color: Greyish Blue
Weapons: Double-Headed battleaxe with a pointed top, 15 throwing knives
Packs: 3 bottles of Strawberry Cordial (I've tried it, and it's gooooood), 5 Honey Scones, 1 bag of Candied Chestnuts, 2 Deeper n' Ever Pies
Umm, one more thing. Can we make it a redwall RP, no humans or magic? It makes it confusing for humans to be fighting three foot badgers...
no
*Busts out his SPAM STAMP and stamps it several times on Duke's forehead and rear.*
I think it's a fine idea, Austin, otherwise this would have very little point indeed. Carry on, you should just ignore the ones that do not change to accomodate the majority.
Ad Bio:
Species: Rat
Short Description: Is a reknown Knight of the Forest Star, he wear just simple clothing and is of a handsome face, which is just unknown for a rat to be.
Weapons: Double-Edge Longsword
Yep, I'm joining myself :D
I suppose....
Ashyra is a wildcat.
Her weapon is a sickle.
I'm not very good at descriptions.
bah, so are we not usin humans and stuff?
Nope. Since Sir Ad's in it I'll give him the honor of starting the RP.
Alright
Name: Kazaar
Race: Wolf
Bio: Kazaar, a mighty timber wolf from the icy mountains of the north. Kazaar travels the lands and helps those in need after he met Ad the Rat.
Weapons: Claws, fangs, and is able to use a sword and bow. He has Full Plate Mail which was a very strong armour.
After climbing the mountain, he stood at the flat tip. Sitting down on a small chair he have cut out of the rock many years before. This was his space.
Here, he wait for friends.....
RazorClaw, all 3 feet of him, was on a journey to escape the terrible state of the West. An army of weasels, 100,000 strong had invaded the territory. HIS territory. He had escaped to the cold of the Northlands. He took a glug of his cordial. "Hello, there," said a silky-smooth voice. RazorClaw froze, then turned. There was a chair. How curious. As the white haze started to clear, he saw a rat. Taking out his battleaxe, he snarled "Who are you? Why do you come disrupting inocent travelers? Are you a mecenary, or a searat?" His face still livid, battleaxe still ready, he stood. The rat said.......
"Peace, warrior. I am both but neither."
He stood up, letting the mark of the Forest Star, show.
"You see, I am of a searat, but I'm not dangous as one,"
Placing his sword on the chair,
"I can trade with you, but it just me giving."
Walking up to the Badger, completely showing that he is unarmed. Holding out his hand.
"Please friend."
My character:
Name: Deathclaw
Race: Hare
Weapons: Bow, sling, scimitar
Army: 200,000 at my back, all in chain mail and with a helmet, as well as a shield with a large red X emblazoned on it. This also appears on front and back of breastplate.
Animals in army: Fellow hares, foxes, ferrets, shrews, otters, badgers, and the squirrels of the archer regiment.
Weapons in horde include: Slings, bows, spears, javelins, dirks and other assorted blades, poisons, etc.
Poison and vixen healer in horde.
Fight for good and defend against evil... usually.
RazorClaw looks at the paw, coldly, as if expecting a knife to appear in it. He then breaks into a smile and shakes paws with the rat. "I am glad, for I have slain many an enemy, but my last friend was slain 4 seasons ago. So, a knight of some sort are you? Well, my name's RazorClaw from the West. You also mentioned being somewhat of a searat. Do you have any friends who can help me with a little problem I have?". The rat asks " What kind of problem?". "Well, it started when a few weasels decided to take a visit to my territory........
Approaching the two conversing, Deathclaw made his presence known.
"I come with an army, I can help. How big is our opposition? I am 200,000 strong, all trained warriors. We can start off soon, and build a fortress to attack from."
"Good! An army! Haha, now we can finally defeat them! What's that?!?!?" A number of weasels, about two score, comes into sight. "That" RazorClaw said "is an extremely small group of them. They are a horde of weasels, 100,000 strong. This is only part of their number, however. They have employed many groups of searats and mercenary foxes, so, their number is probably about, say, 1,000,000. I don't know if you can do anything, but I might be able to do something about this." A reckless glint came into his eyes, and he was off. He came back in about half an hour, with ten moles. " I have heard of a mole colony near here. We can now dig a trap for the patrol." The moles dug a portion of the mountain off. The weasels didn't know what hit them. "Right," RazorClaw said. "Now they have no idea that we are here.". What do you suggest we do, Deathclaw?".
"Question the prisoners. Then, if they don't comply, they die. Tell them this: Comply or die. Then, 'tis up to you. Not likely we can keep them with us, though. I'll see about recruiting more troops."
Upon going through the area, some of the moles joined the army. Then came a crew of otters and a holt of dunehogs. More squirrels and hares were coming in. Then, some shrews. 300,000 was now the number in Deathclaw's army. Lastly, a tribe of warriors joined up. 302,000 troops to attack with.
In the misty haze a wolf approached at a high speed to the location of the chair.
Removing his longbow, Deathclaw fired above the intruders head, ordering them to halt and state their business.
Errrr.... they aren't exactly prisoners, they died. The barrage of rocks was about a square half-mile. Ouch. Anyway......
The army had been formed. Outnumbered, but not outmatched. RazorClaw, Deathclaw, and Ad were all at the head of the army. RazorClaw looked towards Deathclaw. "Well, this is your army, what tactics would you like to employ for our first attack?"
"I'd say a fortress would be useful. Then, I'll lead forth my archers to pick off the enemy. We'll reduce their number and then attack."
In a few days, a stone fortress had been constructed, with many guard towers around it, and many guards. Then, off went about 5000 archers. Swiftly and stealthily they picked off weasels. Sniping squirrels went through the area, with the hare leader doing the same. They withdrew after a considerable amount had been killed, but not until Deathclaw left a scroll at the door of the enemy leader's hut. It said this:
"Leave."
"I be a friend of Ad yes, I was supposed to meet him here. Where might Ad be?" The wolf said as he stood firmly infront of Deathclaw.
"Yo, ho, it's off we go! Yo, ho, it's off we go!"
Windstar hummed merrily as he strode off down the dusty road, kicking rocks as he went. Windstar Fleetpaw, the young, rambunctious otter, was searching for the famed knight, Ad The Rat. Asking everywhere for him, he finally came near to the place where the famed knight was supposed to be.
"Now where could that liddle matey be, anyhow?" He said, as he searched and searched for the famed Rat's palace.
"All there is is a bunch of troops flocking about shooting each other! Aye, I'd better ask them, then." He said wearily as he ran towards the large rock.
*The ferret commander of 200,000 heavily armed and trained ferrets sat in his Northlands fortress, Kilkenne was the Northlands' Emperor. He had heard of these new arrivals from his citadel in the mountains and had sent this message to them:
"Sirs,
I know not why you trespass into my domain, but if it has anything to do with the horde of Weasels who are dangerously close to my area, you are welcome by all means at my mountain citadel. We are finishing the harvest and there will be plenty of food and shelter for all. My 200,000 ferrets will be supplemented by one hundred thousand more by the end of the winter, as I am calling in all small forts to deal with this threat to my homelands. Please, come with me and we shall rid the world of them.
~Kilkenne, Emperor of the North
*All he needed to do now was wait.*
Leading the group, Deathclaw accepted the invitation, hoping this wasn't a mistake. Off marched his 302,000 soldiers, Ad, Deathclaw, and RazorClaw at the head of the army.
Turning a bend in the road, they were suddenly attacked by marsh frogs. The melee began. Squirrels picked off frogs, and shrews charged them from the sides, whilst other troops hit from the front, driving them back, they surrendered eventually, after being overwhelmed. Tied up, they were forced into a river to sink to the bottom. Off they went again to the citadel of Kilkenne, more cautious, this time around.
OOC: Is totally lost, but hey... (No, autoing please, it makes it hard for me to follow..)
IC:
"Please, deathclaw, let my friend come, I have been waiting for them."
OOC: Is also lost...gonna randomly come in as usual.
A vixen, seemingly appearing out of no where, stood blocking their path. She was backed by a small band of 5,000 strong, weasels and stoats.
"Halt! Who goes there? You're entering my territory."
Ok, general outline:
RazorClaw makes friends with Ad.
Deathclaw comes.
RazorClaw describes a problem with 1,000,000 armed vermin, and Deathclaw decides to help with his army.
They meet Kilk, who also has an army.
They build a fortress.
They go to attack the weasels.
They find an extremely outnumbered vixen in the middle of a marsh.
There, got it????
Ok, here goes nothin'.
"Who are you? Where are you from? Who deemed you ruler here? Why are you stopping innocent hordes of ferrets, shrews, squirrels, and other warlike creatures? Last question: Why shouldn't I chop you to bits right now?" Inquired RazorClaw, snarling. The vixen said/asked/responded....
((Menatus, as you probably don't realise, this cannot be your territory, as I have already declared right to it. I govern this land. Read all posts that are new before you post.))
Razorclaw, you got it wrong.
You didn't meet me. I own this land you are trodding upon. I already have a fortress.
We did not meet the weasels yet.
She is standing in the middle of MY marsh.
Well, if you rule the whole thing, then how come you didn't know that Ad was there, or that a horde of 200,000 had entered your territory???? Anyway, who sai we were still in the northlands??? There aren't marshesin the northlands? Martin was taken south for a while until he got to Badrang's fortress, and then more so while he and Rose were going to where ever thatplace was that she was from.
LOL, this is hilarious! Maybe we should restart the RP...no one knows what's going on. My general plan was to join up with you gits! :P
Windstar Fleetpaw, TOTALLY lost, and also totally forgotten, walks along the marshy path, ever searching, ever wandering. He sees yet again lots of troops, and comes running up to them.
Razorclaw, why don't you and Tanya both happily read what other people have posted. Apparently the Weasels had you retreating North, thus you being in the Northlands. And then Deathclaw said you were in a marsh, thus you are in a marsh. I rule the North, thus, I rule the North. What don't you understand? There are marshes in the northlands, it is not winter always. Re-read anything that you don't understand, all of you.
Back to the role play....
Sorry Kilk. Thanks Deathclaw. Don't call us gits, Tania. Errrrrr..... anyway......
The reason why I'm lost, is I did say I was wait for for friends, but you autoed me on, while my friends that did come, is now left behind. I was waiting for them in the first place.........
Maybe a time thing will help..
Each post can be the same as 2 hours, but must not be 1 day post.
So you could not post everything that happened in a battle in one post then be on the way to some where else.
A battle would take about 5-6 post to do by different people.
Autoing means doing something for that person, without giving them a chance to do something about it I.E
QuoteThe rat asks " What kind of problem?".
That is autoing. You also don't do this
QuoteThe rat said.......
What if I want to do something before speaking?
Should I draw up a list of rules in RPing so that we all can have a good time in RPing?
I thought I already said no modding! ;) :o :huh:
okay, I read through the whole thing. AND MY NAME ISN'T TANYA!! Anyway, I didn't see that your whole army was goodbeasts. And how else was I supposed to come in? Just randomly BE in the army? Goodins!
Sorry. Anyway, should we start over? Using our character profiles but with a different story? Any takers?
How about we just pick up where we left off and stop arguing and/or such, and just keep going...
OOC: YOU FORGOT ABOUT ME! I SAY I AM RIGHT INFRONT OF DEATHCLAW AND HIS NEXT POST DOESN'T EVEN INCLUDE ME! HOW RUDE!
OOC: You do realize that people forget things, and that it's common to be ignored once our twice in our lives. You should chill and let it go, it makes no difference, really, he was trying to move the story along.
For real! Thanks, Kilkenne. On with it now............
OOC: Well? Is anyone gonna continue? Oh, and scratch the weasels and stoats part. I mean otters, squirrels and mice ^_^;;
Seeing the vixen barring their path, Deathclaw ordered his troops to surround the horde, and he drew his scimitar, tickling her throat with it.
"What is your business here?"
Windstar Fleetpaw comes running up, panting from exhertion. "DOES ANYONE KNOW WHERE THE BLINKING KNIGHT IS? I'D LIKE TO MEET HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIM!!!!!" He yelled, determined to be noticed this time.
"My business, you blundering fool, is to join up with you for whatever cause it is you're fighting." Said the vixen.
"Fine. Your troops lead, I'll be in front, surrounded by three score guards. I don't fully trust you, and I'll be watching."
Sheathing his weapon, Deathclaw called for the party to stop for the day.
"Guards, surround my tent, don't let the vixen near it. I'll be sleeping with one eye open and weapon close to paw."
Laying down, he placed his scimitar to his left and his trident to his right. The guards drew their weapons, all tridents, as all guards carried. They stayed alert and ready. Deathclaw knew Tania would have guards, but he didn't intend to try anything.
Name:Pesselus Mach
Species: Squirrel
Weapons: Bow and Quiver of 75 arrows, a shrew rapier.
Accent: Old English( Like the foxes in the gorge of The Outcast of Redwall)
Description: Unusually tall for squirrel, great forager, can live off the land, wears a Viridian Green and Hunter Green tunic, left tribe to find adventure. Great lookout and scout, too.
IC: Pesselus climbs up a bending willow in a marsh unknown to him. He spots a vast horde a league away.
"Looks like trouble, best if thee goes espying!"
Pesselus climbs down and ducks and weaves through the brush and trees to get a closer look.
OK I like the name on your squirrel :D :D :D :D