Ultimate role-play
This rp happens many years after any redwall book, in a world covered in vermin, where woodlanders have to fend for themselves. You can be any species of any background.
You can just randomly make a character and join in, starting ... now!
A few miles down from river moss, there is a small camp with about half a score of vermin of all types sitting around a bonfire. "scabpaw! Where's my soup!" yelled a tough looking, one-eyed,scarred ferret. A thin weasel with a hairless left paw runs over with a bowl of hot soup "sorry 'bout dat cappin Scarface, 'twas too hot to hold" suddenly there is a noise in the trees above them and the vermin all look up.
((Warfur, multiple posting is frowned upon, if you have something to add please edit your post. However making a seperate post for a RP post and OOC post is fine, just make sure we can tell you are OOC))
Adalin freezes in his hiding place in the tree. The fox knew sneaking up here was a bad idea, he wasn't used to climbing trees but the situation called for it. His companion, Sulema, elbowed him in the ribs. "Nice going, stupid." She hissed. He yanked on her ear.
"Don't be mad at me. You're the one who lost the supplies."
She just rolled her eyes. "Mebbie they won't notice us if we shut up and keep still."
Neither Adalin or Sulema moved an inch, waiting to see how the vermin below them would react.
(sorry about the multiple posts, won't happen again. What's OOC?)
"climb that tree and see what that noise was, Scabpaw"
"yessir!"
Scabpaw climbed partly up the tree before falling on his bottom."get off your bum, ye blithering oaf, and get up there!"
The weasel tried over and over to scramble up the tree, failing each time.
OOC means out of character. You say "OOC:" or something like that when you need to say something that doesn't involve actual role-playing.
Thanks. Do you want to be on my buddy list?
You don't have to ask people that. You can just do it.
Good to know.
By the way,in the rp, you can have up to three characters.
"Hey get on up higher." Adalin quietly urges Sulema. He hoists her up to the branch above, barely keeping his balance. He passed his falchion up to his rat friend, then grabs on to the branch to pull himself up. Adalin starts to pull himself up, and loses his grip, plummeting down through the branches, landing hard on his back right by Scabpaw.
Sulema doesn't move. She continues to cling to the tree and hold on to Adalin's weapon. She wouldn't be able to help him if they were both caught.
(on second thought anyone can have 4 characters)
"well, well, well, what do we have here? Surround him!" Scarface said as he rose and drew one his weapons, a big ball and chain(the other was along stabbing rapier) as they did this the vermin left their backs exposed to the completely black furred squirrel that had been watching the whole thing.
Adalin put his paws up to show he was unarmed, and continued to lay on the ground. "Hullo there. Adalin E. at your service. Dont ask me what the E stands for, I dont know, thats what it says on this paper I have. Traveling fox, please dont hurt me."
He prayed that the vermin wouldn't attack him, especially the frightening one with the ball and chain. He hadn't really done anything after all, just been spying on them from a tree.
"I am captain Scarface of Warfur Fireblade's empire, and we are following a group of mountain hares that ambushed one of our patrols, have you seen any hares about?" he offered a paw to the fox. As he did so, the squirrel, named Shadowtail Oakblade,darted off to report what she had seen to the hares of the long patrol.
Adalin takes the captains paw and lets him help him up. "Ah hares, cant say I've seen any, brother ferret. Heres are sneaky types you know. So are us foxes. We just sneak on past each other. I'm new around these parts, cant say I've heard of this Warfur fellow. Does he like magic? I can pull a coin from his ear thats about it."
Sulema waits patiently for Adalin to give the signal for her to come down. He probably isnt sure exactly how the situation would go, which was fine by her. She worried about him, but knew that he could usually take care of himself.
Scarface sneers as he stuffs his ball and chain back in his waist sash."If ye only show him one trick, he'll probably give you one paw! Harr! Harr! Harr! Come along now, you might get to meet him if we catch us some hares. Move out, crew." the vermin packed up camp and started to form up to march out.
Adalin tries his best to keep up with the pace the other vermin are setting. "Ah, I dont think I'm equipped to capture hares right now. I'm unarmed. I mean, I could wrestle one but those hares have a mean right hook. My father could tell you that."
I hope Sulema knows to stay where I left her. She should wait around a full day before coming after me. These guys seem dangerous though. Adalin thinks to himself as he follows the vermin. He clears his throat and sprints up to the captain. "Say Captain, I'm not a prisoner, am I?"
"you aren't a prisoner as long as you don't try anything funny, but I don't see you surviving in the woods without a weapon or food, of course, you can always join my-er-Warfur's army, 'cause were not only going for hares, we're after the abbey of Redwall! We were planning to meet with the main conquering force tomorrow, but we can always get there early"
"The Abbey of Redwall? I heard of that place. Supposed to be very nice I always wanted to visit. But why take it over?" he asks, a little concerned.
"imagine the jewels and riches we might acquire! And I hear they have a magic sword, the beast that wields it is unbeatable in battle! Plus we might get woodlander slaves!" suddenly Scabpaw ran up "captain, lord Warfur's camp has been sighted"
"good! Adalin, you will soon be entering the presence of Warfur Fireblade, soon to be king of all Mossflower!"
"Meanwhile, concealed in a gathering of large, verdant ferns, the weasel assassin observes the scene. Malurax Mustela may have found his new client."
OOC: My RPing is bad and Malurax Mustela is the King of Mary sue, but i try my best lol
Adalin tries his best not to look too nervous. He'd never liked warlords, a lot of them were cruel, and he didn't want to have to deal with that. "Yessir. Erm, what's proper protocol for dealing with Warfur? anything I should avoid? "
"well, always call him lord Warfur and don't give him lip he is a great wolf of warrior heritage and doesn't mess around when it comes to punishments, plus he's got a horde on his side, about 1000 beasts strong" said Scarface "plus he takes in new warriors regularly"
Adalin puts his paws in his pockets. " I didn't say anything about wanting to join. You just kind of dragged me along, I was just going about my business in the woods with my mate you see, and I just fell, kersplat! right out of the tree." He flinches as he mentions Sulema. He hopes the other beast didn't catch on.
Scarface narrows his eye "so there's two of you, eh, well you and your friend don't have to join up, but there's a lot of beasts out there who won't be so friendly, and you won't have no protection. But let's just go back down to the camp to see if this friend o' yours is still there."
The best course of action would be to distract Sarface to keep him away from Sulema. "Ahh no! We can go back for her later! She wasn't even around when I found you. Take me to meet Warfur! We should be almost there anyway, isnt that right, Captain?"
"aye, we'll soon be running into his scouts, and they'll lead us to camp" Scarface said, suddenly interested in the trees as he stopped to study them.
Stop and watch Scarface study the trees. "Say, you bird watching or something? I saw some lovely cardinals earlier. Not a huge fan of them myself but boy are they easy to hunt." Adalin says, trying to lighten the mood. He's getting anxious, and talks mostly to calm himself down, but also so Scarface forgets about what he said about Sulema.
"Will your boss be offering refreshments? Maybe some Cardinal..."
"I'm looking for red markings on the trees to tell me how far we are from the camp. Oh, here's one, we should be there about. . . Now!" suddenly they entered a large clearing almost completely covered in tents, with a structure that looked a small marble fort, with a high ceiling and eight wheels sitting in the middle of the clearing. "that is Lord Warfur Fireblade's mobile command post, but before you meet him, it looks like we have company." four martens, wearing scale male, carrying spears, round shields with a snarling wolf head painted on them, and wearing bows, arrows, and a curved sword marched up and confronted Scarface" what are you doing with that stranger inside camp grounds? You were specifically ordered to only bring ten warriors to find the whereabouts of the hares!" said the biggest marten "I am coming to present him to Lord Fireblade to see what he has to say." said Scarface as he brushed past the much bigger creature.
*The weasel assassin dies of a heart attack*
(hey guys do I mind if I throw in my own twist to this? I was thinking of making Redwall Abbey abandoned due to reasons made up on the fly and a new abbey being made near Salamandastron)
Time. Time wears all things. Markus layed on the grassy field, musing over the shapes of the clouds in the sky. The hefty ferret finally decided to get up, knowing that there were more important things to do, like preparing a luncheon of cooked fish and the finest berries this side of the road that separated his little camp from whatever it was he didn't care much about. To him, living simply was living to the fullest. The best part, however, was that nobeast ever really came by to pester him with threats of gutting or hanging or anything so crude and violent.
Quote from: Camaclue on November 19, 2013, 10:27:39 PM
(hey guys do I mind if I throw in my own twist to this? I was thinking of making Redwall Abbey abandoned due to reasons made up on the fly and a new abbey being made near Salamandastron)
Time. Time wears all things. Markus layed on the grassy field, musing over the shapes of the clouds in the sky. The hefty ferret finally decided to get up, knowing that there were more important things to do, like preparing a luncheon of cooked fish and the finest berries this side of the road that separated his little camp from whatever it was he didn't care much about. To him, living simply was living to the fullest. The best part, however, was that nobeast ever really came by to pester him with threats of gutting or hanging or anything so crude and violent.
((Camaclue this contradicts with what Warfur was saying, and you should ask him privately before posting a plot twist like that because he is the OP))
((no problem, plus it contradicts nothing, since I never explictly stated I was in Redwall))