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 Honeg hummed to himself as he went with the captain, waiting for a time to speak with the emperor, he heard slight catches of the meeting before the captain brought the marten somewhere else. Saying his thoughts aloud to the stoat,
"No disrespect, but nobeast in that meeting is the true emperor of the north. Maybe northern Mossflower, but not the Northlands where I come from, for there is no emperor or king or emperess or queen. We live on our standards and rules and only have, guiders really. The Northlanders are strong and free and shall remain for they will never let anybeast conquer them."  

 Well at least I, Pikepaw, have returned. It is a long tale I'd rather not say, Almkman knows part of it.

 The female gerbils are: May, Grath, Columbine, Sismay and the one male is Donn. I had May and Donn and thought that Donn was a female (I called Dottie before gender change), then they breeded and I am stuck with 5 gerbils, with Donn in a seperate cage so no more mating can occur. They would not like a car ride. Does anyone remember me? Ole Pikepaw, the crazy cheese lover who dissapeared. I went to the northlands and now I am back, with more understanding of life, more evilness and a diseare to destroy the Earth.

 I have five gerbils!

 OOC: I edited the post, it is natural for someone to underestimate a beast without legs. Am I the beast you have not met yet or not? So I didn't punch your captain, just got a little mad.

 OOC: Sorry, I make mistakes. Is this better?
A stoat captain adressed Honeg at the door after hearing his name and buisness, the stoat said,
"Well Master Honeg, you may come in, but your feathered friends will have to wait outside. Shall I carry you in to meet his mightiness in one half an hour. So we might just have some more allies in this war?" The carring part ticked the marten off,  and he shouted at him,
"Listen stoat! I don't need to be carried, unless there is a river in that fortress, which I doubt. I have carried myself for about 15 seasons on my arms, that is why they have so many muscles. I shall go in with you and my friends will stay outside, they don't like going inside buildings anyways." Then the stoat captain got up with his paws over a broken nose and led Honeg inside. The pine marten was amazed by the fortress, it was maginifcent compared to all the castles Honeg had seen in the northlands, though they were few and were not among the most maginifcent of the northlands, but still, this place was beautiful and amazing, truly a place for an emperor.

 A pine marten travelled apartently alone. He had no idea where he was, though he felt like there was war in the happenings. But in truth, the marten was followed by what looked like a great dark cloud, that made a loud continous thunder. Many hawks, eagles and kites were following the creature, on his side. When he saw a great building, not sure what it was, he pulled himself towards and grabbing onto the door with two powerful arms, the marten climbed up a little so he could knock on it. Why did he have to climb up on the door? The answer is because the pine marten had no legs from both his upper thighs down, a terrible wound of battle, but somehow he survived. His tail was around his neck, having fallen off with his legs, but the little over middle aged marten travelled fast on his arms, which were very musculer and powerful after about 14 or 15 seasons walking on them. Kind of a tan colour, except at the end of his snout and tip of his ears were black. Calling in a loud, but polite voice the traveller kept knocking,
"Hello! Is anyone there? I ask who lives here if they could provide night shelter for Honeg the Powerful of the Northlands and his winged friends!"
OOC: Yes, it is true, Pikepaw the Mercenary has returned after so long! Though I may not be as active as much, mostly just rps. Guess what Warlord I am! I have a tale for my dissapearance, but it makes me sad, so I am just saying that I was busy making plans to destroy the Earth and move all the peoples to Mel-Mac, the planet I am going to create.

 Destroys the world and stuffs.

 Three of the WDF captains watched the conflict.  Rightrind, Gurnta and Dolod; a felmale adder named Grassloss was with them.  These were the ones who would take over and defend the horde if Deathclaws' troops attacked, If their kite general lost.  If Deathclaw still attacked if Bluddwar claimed victory, then they would command if defence, if for any reason Bluddwar was too injured to do so.

 

Ad's the coolest person here!

No, other is the coolest person here.

 What is with ROC and the sons/daughters of Delor.  I need some briefing about where Delor first came from.

 You could get in big admin trouble for defining them.  Unless it is a really good reason, like free noun usuage.

 It is my ugliness that broke the mirrors.

 It was past dawn when Bluddwar saw RazorClaw, (actually his scouts saw him).  The red kite knew why the peguin was here and grabbed his spear and went to meet RazorClaw.  It was time for the final conflict!  Leaving all of his troops behind, Bluddwar the Slayer met RazorClaw the Cunning on a long grassed plain with a forest several meters to the east.  With only a few meters seperating them, the Adderhunter called out to his foe.
"AAKKK!  I know why you have come seabird!  Now we will fight, with no help from either of our hordes, and it will only end when one slays the other.  Are you ready peguin, because this will be your last day in the woodlands. KKAARRRR! MMMOOOSSSFFFLLLLOOOOWWWWWEEEEEERRRRRR!"  Bluddwar Adderlord charged his opponent; the giant spear ready to kill!

 I have broken two mirrors at least and terrifed myself I look so horrible and terrifing.  My face would scare you all so badly that I will not show you it.  Plus you know I look like a two eyed Finnbarr Galedeep. (lol)