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 I know I just joined back up, but yah...There are some problems, bigger then I have ever had, and I realized I cant play RWL while doing it. Yah...

So you know, I didn't want to back out of the war, I tried staying as long as possible, but it didn't end yet. I just did some sucide runs on Blood Wake and now I am done. Sorry, I feel like a jerk for quitting in a middle of war, but basicly with this junk in my life I dont care what Holby or Wolf have to say about me backing out. Yah...I will still be online some. Hopefully. Good luck with the war Sworn and Royal, take down the Alliance. See you guys later.

~Dead Eye~

 Guys, I know some people who live in the Hurricane State (hehe) are here (exp: NEobaron) but what about like Shael? Does anyone know if she made it through? I mean she hasn't been in like over a week and a half, and she posts at least once every two days! I am hoping she is ok, but is their any contact with her or any of the others?

 OOC: Wow no RPs that havn't been based on the game in so long. I enjoy RPs too. Anyone want in? If so I will lay down some rules

1. No god mode
2. No auto
3. This will be after the time of Brockhall (one Redwall book)
4. Post within time perioud of 3 days.

IC:

A large squirrel jumped to the next tree, the moon now completely clouded over. The squirrel kept jumping from tree to tree silently, not even a branch moved when he went from tree to tree. After moving from tree to tree for some time, the figure jumped down a large oak and onto the ground, landing on all fours. The figure was large and impressive. It was male, with large musceles ripping through its clothing. It had a small jerkin on it's body. A bow was attached to his back, along with a quiver of arrows. The squirrel was red furred, and it's tail longer then most squirrels. It's green eyes shot around the area he had landed in.

"No vermin about, I would smell them. Wonder where they all went, I am positive they were chasing me. Maybe I gave them a slip." He said, his voice more like a growl. Elmray Brushtail had been traveling all night to escape the horrors of the past week. He had been part of a clan of squirrels and otters, all big and impressive creatures. They had numbered about 100. They had lived peacefully in the eastlands past the large quarry of adlers and the farm, those places were too far away for anyone to travel to. Then a large army of vermin had come, led by a large _____(anyone can take over if they want, if not I will make up something) But the clan had not been afraid, and a terrible and bloody battle had taken place. Most of the vermin horde had been slain, there numbers had zoomed down to a mere hundred or so. But Elmray's father had been slain, along with his brother. Elmray had been on the large ridge around the clan's home, and had commanded the squirrel archers. He watched as the vermin tore apart his clan. He was the last survivor.

Before he had run he had shot an arrow right into the vermin war lord's paw. Then he had run as fast as he could. He wasn't sure if the vermin were nearing. He had passed the adler quarry last night, but he would not travel in it. The vermin had been too close to examine the quarry. About an hour ago he had used a log to cross the river that ran north. And now he was near a large farm. He ran to it cautiously, then climbed up it. He looked in all directions.

To the north he saw nothing but woods, same with the south. To the west he saw...what was it in the middle of the woods? Some large tower pretruded from the roofs of the trees. was this the legendary place of Redwall he had heard of? Surely the place had fallen years ago! No matter, he was tired tonight and could not travel. To the east he could not make any signs of the vermin. He climbed into a small abonded bird nest and closed his eyes, sure that nothing but birds could touch him up here. Only a squrriel could climb up the steep wall to his perch. Tomorrow, he would make towards the large tower.

OOC: So basicly anyone can join. No spam, nor doing stupid stuff. You can be from Redwall, or maybe live in the barn, or be the vermin. The vermin number about 100. If one of you wants to be the vermin leader, any of you could be his general or the hunters chasing my character. Join in!

 We have had like 15 birthdays in past 2 weeks, 3 more today (Happy birthday to you three!) It's insane! I just noticed it, though most people who's birthdays it has been haven't been active for quite a while. How many people actually have birthdays in August?!

~Magnus Proditor~

 Independent Warriors of Mossflower and Surronding Countires,

The High Council of the Mighty Forsworn, the mighty Dragon Riders and Servents to the King, Long may he live, have called your aid. We of the Forsworn are in need of all and any warriors of the vast regions. Soon, a clan, the King's Army, shall arise. In this clan the Forsworn invite all Warriors to join. You have one objective, to store turns and then use them to injury or kill the enemies of the King, in which the Clan of Loren is on the top of our list, SE second. No diplomats shall be made, only one member of Sworn shall lead you. At the end of the war or if you do any killings, mighty rewards of the King himself shall be given out. Other benifits include not being hit by the King or his mighty Forsworn, for you shall be his army, his soldiers! The clan shall soon be made, the password will be apple. All are welcomed. We promsie mighty rewards. If you serve us well, you may soon find yourself on top of a Dragon as one of the Mighty Forsworn! Join us, and you shall rise and rule! Join the Army of the King, and riches shall be given!

Long Live the King!

The Dark One, Leader of the Forsworn and First only to the King

 The Dark One laughed. The night had been exelent to him and his Forsworn. Holby had nearly been destroyed, only saved by smart thinking of Neobaron. His lower guys had shown up and helped kick but. People had been hurt, and this made the Dark One smile as he looked out his window. The massive attacks had helped. Aid had been given out, ranks had been swallowed. And the night sent one message burning. The Forsworn was still alive and kicking. They had brought killing into this war, but he would finish it. He would rule.

The Dark One looked upon his rats. Neobaron had foiled his plans, and had proved some resistance. That was good, the Dark One enjoyed when people fought back. MAde more fun...hehe. The Forsworn would rule, their dragons would strike fear into hearts. The Dark One edged his weapon, then looked upon the sea. His rats marched closer. And none knew yet, none knew who he was. He would spring, and kill!!!!! Kill, blood, carnage! They made up his dreams! Red eyes, he looked upon the smoke where armies were.  

 While his army prepared for the take over and building of his castle, the dark one road south. Paths broke before him and his lizard, creatures fled. Three days he travelled. Then he found it. A castle bearing the flag of the Forsworn. The fool...

The black figure road to the gates. He pointed his sword at the two guards, and they stepped down. They knew that if one road a dragon lizard, one was a Forsworn general. The gates parted and broke before him, and he walked down the path to the main castle. Vermain stared at him, never had the seen such a big lizard nor warrior. Which of the generals was this?

The soldiers at the gate already awaited him. They formed around him and walked him into the castle. He gripped his sword as he entered the feasting chamber to see the beast across from him. The fool sat there talking and eating, only to look up and see the dark figure.

"Gurthorm Swordmaster! You are no longer part of the Forsworn for being a tratior of the enemies of the clan, and of being a servent to the master of Blades, Scarwake. You are banned from the Forsworn Clan! You shall be destroyed for your treason, and blood shall be spilt. Deny, and I can show you proff!" the erie, evil voice said from under the hood. Then quick as lightning the Dark One threw a dagger at a creature in the corner, the Swordmaster's dragon lizard. The dagger landed into the lizard's head, and the beast fell. "You are no of the Forsworn any longer, you are not a Dragon Rider!"

The soldiers stared for a minute, but then the figure threw down black smoke. When it cleared, the Dark One and his lizard were gone.  

 A dark wind hit the lone figure as he sat upon the hillside, staring at the battle field. This was the start. He had gathered his generals silently, without anyone noticing. He had planned, oh and he had waited. Waited until everything was right. None of his generals had known the others were helping, nor he had truelly was. Until this moment. He remembered though. He remembered of the true meaning of this world. He had once had a name, hated and loved by some. He had not been the smartest, nor the greatest. But he had been there through the history and might of this world. Now the fox sat trying to change it all. He had been destroyed, all those months ago. And he had faded. His armies and name torn apart. He had been glorious though, fought with the best, fought against the best. He had accomplished things of might. Of power! But that name was tarnished, and he had shed it. He had a new name. And he hoped to bring fear with that name. He had allies! He had what he hoped to be power! And he was no longer the foolish, hot head he had once been.

Now he looked upon the battlefield, his banner being raised. It had been painless and quick, as had everything he had planned. The plan had worked perfectly. Within but a second, all of his generals had joined and attacked. He did not know if the others at won yet, or if they would win. But he had just started the name for them. The Forsworn. He had watched now, as this world of vermain died out. Only a true thirty or so generals even remained. Most had left, and many would not return. He hoped they would, that was what he truelly wished to accomplish. But first domination was in order. And he would try his hardest to do that. He was Morzan, first of the Forsworn. And his planning had hopefully worked. Maybe soon the Forsworn would sit at top. He knew not. His generals were all loyal, and only a few knew of his old name, the name that he once used. But they were loyal, and he believed them all trust worthy.

HE had planned for weeks, gathering his forces. HE had found his generals throughout Southsward, Mossflower, and the Northlands. And he would make the warlords of this age fight for their lives. This age had been too soft, these warlords had lived peacefully enough. There had not been a true war since the days of what...Rome? Loren? Sure, Wolf Bite lived in this age, but he sat peacefully. He and the mighty Forsworn would put fear into their enemies. The Forsworn. He had given each of them a mighty Lizard steed, the biggest, fearciest creatures from far North. They were the steeds of the Forsworn, the mighty dragons.

Yes, long pass were the days of glory. The Houses lay empty. Well...maybe when the forsworn sat ontop, he would send one of his generals to the North, to rule as the King of the Northlands. None at sat at that house since the days of Kilk. And maybe a King or Queen of Mossflower, who knows how long that house had lain empty. Ah, and the seas. Maybe one of his generals enjoyed skiffs, and would build an armada that the old Queen of the Seas, Ashyra, would have gapped at. Yes, the vermain of this world would bow before the King and the mighty Forsworn. The King, may he show his presence soon.

"Captain!" he barked to the nearest soldier. "Send forth a message to the people of the Countries. Make it read this.

Dear Warlords,

This world is changing. The Forsworn have shown themselves, a King shall arise. You have seen our might today. We will allow you to stay upon your lands. When the King deems it, a tax shall be put forth from those it is asked. We will rise stronger then what we are today, and maybe the King will show himself to your unworthy faces. Maybe. We will rule and rise, and if a resistance is put forth, we will destroy it. We will allow you to join our ranks, or ally to us. We will also allow clans to have peace treaties. Some of our Generals will even allow protectorates. But if you try to fight, we promise a full fledge war, which we are well prepared for. Tributes may be paid, and we will look at those who have been helpfull and gracious later on, when rewards could and shall be given. Those who help the rise of the forsworn shall be kept in mind. But those who fight, shall also be in mind. They shall be a sign for those to come of what happens to our enemies! We are the Forsworn, the Dragon Riders!

~The First of the Forsworn, Morzan the Magnificent~

Have it sent as soon as possible, pinned to doors or skulls, I care not! But have the message out! This is a direct order from Morzan! Oh, and get me a scribe, I want everything written down from the beginning of our conquest," Morzan smiled.

Yes this would be a summer to remember. He would hold his iron grip. "Ah" he thought though, he was no ruler. He was the leader of the Forsworn, but they were some what of a democracy. Not as powerful as a democracy as Rome had been, he would not allow his Forsworn to tratior or acuse each other. Well...maybe acuse each other...but anything to strong or powerful said or done and he would take care of it. Until the true King returned, he would lead the Forsworn. He was a Steward. And he would rule the clan until the King returned.

He watched as his army cheered in victory. Yes...this would be a most memoriable summer.


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