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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>The forest. It's got trees. And animals. And underbrush... In a moderate sized clearing there is a camp. With fires and things. A good number of tents ranging from haggard and small, to large and... unnecessarily clean. The mercenaries who requested assistance, by the looks of them. A few uniformed, most ragged. Many foxes among their number, one standing lookout for the freeswords that were requested.<br> <br>Striding through the trees with a level of stealth that is a tad surprising for someone in ful plate, Saviante approaches. Singling out the watchman, the towering Fern drops her minor stealthy facade and steps around the trees and makes a path straight for him. Visor down, shield up, Savi steps in front of and looks down at the guard. Saying nothing, she waits for any others to catch up, or for the sentry to indicate where she is needed.<br> <br>Rokarion walks slowly and confidently through the forst, following any forms of well walked in paths. The young plant being, wearing their usual bodycovering heavy cloak, scan the forest as they walk, their jasmine scent wafting and mixing with the natural smell of the forst. Rokarion reaches the camp right after the large fern, standing at attention next to the fern, and saying in their usual calm and polite tone, "Hail and well met. I assume you are the Solacious' military contracters? And you are contracting us in turn?"<br> <br>Angus adjusts his weapons belt, making sure it actually fit right as he walks up to the meeting point with the mercenaries. The fox adjusts his hat, keeping the sun out of his eyes as he follows the quickest path, nodding to the lookout as he steps up next to Saviante.<br> <br>Unaware of what she might be getting herself into, but also too excited to let it bother her, Jill had caught one of the fliers that made the streets of the Firmament look like a mess, as all the parchment got soggy on the ground and was literally everywhere you looked. Moving around in the forest was far easier for such a short ferret however, with how she just ran low in a quadrupedal stance, leaping dexteriously around trees, until she found the clearing of mercernaries. |
| + | Jill stood up her entire 3 feet of height, jaw dropped at the sight of the encampment, filled with armor-clad folks, many visibly hardened with combat experience unlike her... All she had was street-cunning, a cheap leather tunic and a blade, and the dream of becoming something great one day! "Oi!" she yelled out, in a broken accent, hopes high that someone would notice her, waving the recruitment flier about as far into the air she could, "Freesword here! Where dee'a go!?"<br> <br>The lookout fox shakes his head at Rokarion, the being unarmored, aside from a shield on his left arm. "No, we've no ties to the Solacious. Aside from our commander. We are the mercs, though, aye. Solacious don't pull our strings, no sir." A smirk, before he looks up at Savi. "Strong, big, silent type, eh? Can use one big like you." A yawn comes from the fox; is red fox, if that is important. Glances to both Jill and Angus. "And, you two. Welcome. You go over there, talk to the captain. Has a job for gifted folks." He points to one of the small, haggard tents. The type one would own were they less than wealthy. "He'll sort ya' out."<br> <br>With a smile hidden behnd her helmet, Savi turns her head to face Angus and speaks in her soft whisper. "No Solacious pulling our strings." she says calmly, but with a hint of merriment encased in her soft low voice. Moving away from the sentry, Savi heads towards the indicated tent, but slows her pace, to allow the others to catch up, and move ahead. She has questions, but not for the commander/captain. As she her slowed pace becmes a dead stop, she turns and eyes Angus, or rather, turns her full face helm towards him in amanner indcating the desire to speak.<br> <br>Rokarion nods towards the fox, face as serene as ever. Knowing the Solacious family by now, that fox is either lying or have no idea what he is talking about, and the fact that most beings stationed here are foxes and that a Solacious in a noble's garb is here too, does not help the fox's answer either. Rokarion gives Angus a nod, and says, "Greetings Lord Solacious. A pleasure meeting you again. I am assuming you are aware of this merecenary group job?" Rokarion then looks at the fern and at the tent, before heading there. Better not nose in while they speak about whatever family secrets they have.<br> <br>Angus cocks an eyebrow as he loos around, before turning to Rokarion. "This is the first time I heard there was a camp out here, but who knows." He shrugs his shoulders, turning to look to Jill as he hears another voice. ".....Hello there Miss." He greets the tiny one before he starts walking over to where the supposed captain is.<br> <br>Jill literally did not know any of all these seemingly sturdy and skilled Freeswords - And one oddly well-dressed for combat. She was new though, so that came to no ones surprise. Not even to herself! Infact, she smiled from one semi-rounded ferret ear to her other, so over-enthusiastic about meeting new folks that she could get to know and fight with. Giggling and bouncing in joy, the short ferret girl dropped back on all four and followed the small group along to the tent, her entire presence beaming in infectious euphoria; uncommon considering the situation they were likely to find themselves in later on. Thus, the ferret quickly ran ahead, past and inbetween all of them to see what mysterious person hid within such a blatantly shabby and repatched tent. "'Allooo?" she could be heard once her head popped inside the said tent, apparently too thrilled to even greet the other Freeswords.<br> <br>The tent, as mentioned before, is small and ragged. Within, crouching, as it is indeed -that- small, is a shirtless fox. Of the grey variety. "Hmm? You one of the freeswords? Thought you'd be taller..." The scruffy looking commander exits the tent, walking past Jill and out in to the camp. "I'm guessing the rest of you are too, yeah?" He notices Angus' ring. "Ah, one of my cousins. Good to see you." The commander fidgets with his belt, spits on the forest floor. "Thanks for coming. I'm commander Crovhin Solacious, And I'll try to keep it simple, just one second..." Reaches back into the tent, grabs a map and lays it out on the ground. "The last week and a half, there's been attacks by a group of bandits. Big group, fortified camp." He points to the map, which is quite detailed and clean, contrasting his matted fur and odiferous... odor. "Big wooden walls, buildings, about 40 bandits. Outnumnbering my own men by two to one, approximately." Looks up to the group. Except Jill. Doesn't need to look up to see her. "Getting all this?"<br> <br>Still standing silent, Savi relaxes a bit seeing the fox is actually a Solacious, having had doubts until this moment. Dropping to one knee the giant Fern-who-claims-to-be-a-fox eyes the map witha focus she seldom displays when around others. "How often have their raids happened, where did they strike, what did they take and did you have eyes on their fort during any of these raids?" The rapid fire lines of questions, while still spoken softly, come as a rush, likely unexpected from those who know the Sphinx and her usually silent nature. "Plans can be made, but details must be known." she continues "Do you want to take the fort, or level it?" Her mind racing, Savi is already seeing battle lines and possible formations flicker across the map face. | ||
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Log
The forest. It's got trees. And animals. And underbrush... In a moderate sized clearing there is a camp. With fires and things. A good number of tents ranging from haggard and small, to large and... unnecessarily clean. The mercenaries who requested assistance, by the looks of them. A few uniformed, most ragged. Many foxes among their number, one standing lookout for the freeswords that were requested.
Striding through the trees with a level of stealth that is a tad surprising for someone in ful plate, Saviante approaches. Singling out the watchman, the towering Fern drops her minor stealthy facade and steps around the trees and makes a path straight for him. Visor down, shield up, Savi steps in front of and looks down at the guard. Saying nothing, she waits for any others to catch up, or for the sentry to indicate where she is needed.
Rokarion walks slowly and confidently through the forst, following any forms of well walked in paths. The young plant being, wearing their usual bodycovering heavy cloak, scan the forest as they walk, their jasmine scent wafting and mixing with the natural smell of the forst. Rokarion reaches the camp right after the large fern, standing at attention next to the fern, and saying in their usual calm and polite tone, "Hail and well met. I assume you are the Solacious' military contracters? And you are contracting us in turn?"
Angus adjusts his weapons belt, making sure it actually fit right as he walks up to the meeting point with the mercenaries. The fox adjusts his hat, keeping the sun out of his eyes as he follows the quickest path, nodding to the lookout as he steps up next to Saviante.
Unaware of what she might be getting herself into, but also too excited to let it bother her, Jill had caught one of the fliers that made the streets of the Firmament look like a mess, as all the parchment got soggy on the ground and was literally everywhere you looked. Moving around in the forest was far easier for such a short ferret however, with how she just ran low in a quadrupedal stance, leaping dexteriously around trees, until she found the clearing of mercernaries.
Jill stood up her entire 3 feet of height, jaw dropped at the sight of the encampment, filled with armor-clad folks, many visibly hardened with combat experience unlike her... All she had was street-cunning, a cheap leather tunic and a blade, and the dream of becoming something great one day! "Oi!" she yelled out, in a broken accent, hopes high that someone would notice her, waving the recruitment flier about as far into the air she could, "Freesword here! Where dee'a go!?"
The lookout fox shakes his head at Rokarion, the being unarmored, aside from a shield on his left arm. "No, we've no ties to the Solacious. Aside from our commander. We are the mercs, though, aye. Solacious don't pull our strings, no sir." A smirk, before he looks up at Savi. "Strong, big, silent type, eh? Can use one big like you." A yawn comes from the fox; is red fox, if that is important. Glances to both Jill and Angus. "And, you two. Welcome. You go over there, talk to the captain. Has a job for gifted folks." He points to one of the small, haggard tents. The type one would own were they less than wealthy. "He'll sort ya' out."
With a smile hidden behnd her helmet, Savi turns her head to face Angus and speaks in her soft whisper. "No Solacious pulling our strings." she says calmly, but with a hint of merriment encased in her soft low voice. Moving away from the sentry, Savi heads towards the indicated tent, but slows her pace, to allow the others to catch up, and move ahead. She has questions, but not for the commander/captain. As she her slowed pace becmes a dead stop, she turns and eyes Angus, or rather, turns her full face helm towards him in amanner indcating the desire to speak.
Rokarion nods towards the fox, face as serene as ever. Knowing the Solacious family by now, that fox is either lying or have no idea what he is talking about, and the fact that most beings stationed here are foxes and that a Solacious in a noble's garb is here too, does not help the fox's answer either. Rokarion gives Angus a nod, and says, "Greetings Lord Solacious. A pleasure meeting you again. I am assuming you are aware of this merecenary group job?" Rokarion then looks at the fern and at the tent, before heading there. Better not nose in while they speak about whatever family secrets they have.
Angus cocks an eyebrow as he loos around, before turning to Rokarion. "This is the first time I heard there was a camp out here, but who knows." He shrugs his shoulders, turning to look to Jill as he hears another voice. ".....Hello there Miss." He greets the tiny one before he starts walking over to where the supposed captain is.
Jill literally did not know any of all these seemingly sturdy and skilled Freeswords - And one oddly well-dressed for combat. She was new though, so that came to no ones surprise. Not even to herself! Infact, she smiled from one semi-rounded ferret ear to her other, so over-enthusiastic about meeting new folks that she could get to know and fight with. Giggling and bouncing in joy, the short ferret girl dropped back on all four and followed the small group along to the tent, her entire presence beaming in infectious euphoria; uncommon considering the situation they were likely to find themselves in later on. Thus, the ferret quickly ran ahead, past and inbetween all of them to see what mysterious person hid within such a blatantly shabby and repatched tent. "'Allooo?" she could be heard once her head popped inside the said tent, apparently too thrilled to even greet the other Freeswords.
The tent, as mentioned before, is small and ragged. Within, crouching, as it is indeed -that- small, is a shirtless fox. Of the grey variety. "Hmm? You one of the freeswords? Thought you'd be taller..." The scruffy looking commander exits the tent, walking past Jill and out in to the camp. "I'm guessing the rest of you are too, yeah?" He notices Angus' ring. "Ah, one of my cousins. Good to see you." The commander fidgets with his belt, spits on the forest floor. "Thanks for coming. I'm commander Crovhin Solacious, And I'll try to keep it simple, just one second..." Reaches back into the tent, grabs a map and lays it out on the ground. "The last week and a half, there's been attacks by a group of bandits. Big group, fortified camp." He points to the map, which is quite detailed and clean, contrasting his matted fur and odiferous... odor. "Big wooden walls, buildings, about 40 bandits. Outnumnbering my own men by two to one, approximately." Looks up to the group. Except Jill. Doesn't need to look up to see her. "Getting all this?"
Still standing silent, Savi relaxes a bit seeing the fox is actually a Solacious, having had doubts until this moment. Dropping to one knee the giant Fern-who-claims-to-be-a-fox eyes the map witha focus she seldom displays when around others. "How often have their raids happened, where did they strike, what did they take and did you have eyes on their fort during any of these raids?" The rapid fire lines of questions, while still spoken softly, come as a rush, likely unexpected from those who know the Sphinx and her usually silent nature. "Plans can be made, but details must be known." she continues "Do you want to take the fort, or level it?" Her mind racing, Savi is already seeing battle lines and possible formations flicker across the map face.
