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"Citizens and residents of deep forest! Listen for there is not much time" boomed a voice from the center of the village. There stood Juno, wearing what appeared to be his usual armor, but it was cleaned to a mirror like shine. The black plating sparkling in the darkening light like obsidian and the ruby red crosses on the shoulder plates cackling with what ever magical energy lay in it. The neko himself had his hood off on the riding cape that was attached to this armor, and he began to talk. He was standing behind a podium he had managed to set up earlier from that suitcase of his, giving more of a look that a political leader might have.
"We have reached a critical time now, the forest is at war and the last of our days here are quickly approaching, like that of a candle at the end of it's wick. And if we do not prepare we shall be snuffed out, for we the ones who are not ready to fight nor do we choose to. We must get ready. Our enemy are the undead, the malicious ones and the Balraa we have constantly battled with. This army of three forces against our own very defenders may overwhelm what little we have and come for us. So I say let us be ready. Let them come. For when all our Heroes have fallen it shall be us who will have to take a stand. Let us be cunning, let us be crafty, to catch our enemy off guard and keep them at bay so that we may buy time. I know we do not stand any chance here given our current numbers, but we can save ourselves with the right strategy. Fortify this place, make it a strong hold, and we shall give our enemies a force to be reckoned with."
Juno then walked to the side where two carts lay, one having been hauled from the edge of the woods, supplies he had ordered for and the other from the lake. He had pulled off the two, revealing stone, motar and iron in one and wood, cannons, cannonballs and gunpowder in the other.
"May our arrows take to the sky and pierce through the heart of our foes, and if we have the grace of never having to meet this attack, nay this onslaught. Let us make sure that our heroes are given a warm welcome and nursed back to health, for we are the last line of defense and the last hope of the future for the forest. Who's with me!?"
Juno raised his arms up in the air. Whether there was a response to this depeneded on who was listening, as well as who was paying attention.
News: ~August 18th 2022~ - (Old News)
The move has been completed successfully! Everything appears to have survived the move just fine, but if anyone finds a broken link or anything else that doesn't work as it should, please make a post in Away from the Woods to let me know, thank you.
RP News: ~November 19th 2015~ (Old RP News)
There is no current plot. The forests welcome new travelers within these lands.
Event Status: Not Active (each accepted character allowed to RP in multiple RP threads)
RP Season: Summer
This means everything is green, flowers are everywhere, and the shining sun creates a need for shady shelter on the warmest days.
The move has been completed successfully! Everything appears to have survived the move just fine, but if anyone finds a broken link or anything else that doesn't work as it should, please make a post in Away from the Woods to let me know, thank you.
RP News: ~November 19th 2015~ (Old RP News)
There is no current plot. The forests welcome new travelers within these lands.
Event Status: Not Active (each accepted character allowed to RP in multiple RP threads)
RP Season: Summer
This means everything is green, flowers are everywhere, and the shining sun creates a need for shady shelter on the warmest days.
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Eternal had been given a break from working with Baerionth, and decided to spend her time in the village. She wasn't actually a member of the village yet, but she still considered it her home, because she was staying at Baerionth's place. The place was pretty baren; everyone was at war. She wished she could've gone an helped, but Baerionth had forbade it. She was too young. Soon enough, she heard a voice.
"Citizens and residents of deep forest! Listen for there is not much time."
Excited to see someone else in the barren village, the darv padded over to the voice. Her bright eyes went wide at the sight of a pink-haired man standing at a podium. She ran up in front of him and listened to his speech open-mouthed. Her sword at her side, she clasped her hands at her front and smiled up at the man. He looked pretty normal, compared to the other residents of the forest. He also looked authoritative. Her ears perked up at the end of his speech, and she watched his display.
Eternal was impressed! He seemed to know what he was talking about. Why not help out in this way, if she couldn't be battling with the rest of the forest? It made sense to try and help. They couldn't just do nothing. Her excitement showed in her face as she gave an joyous shout and raised one hand high.
"I'm with you! What can I do?"
"Citizens and residents of deep forest! Listen for there is not much time."
Excited to see someone else in the barren village, the darv padded over to the voice. Her bright eyes went wide at the sight of a pink-haired man standing at a podium. She ran up in front of him and listened to his speech open-mouthed. Her sword at her side, she clasped her hands at her front and smiled up at the man. He looked pretty normal, compared to the other residents of the forest. He also looked authoritative. Her ears perked up at the end of his speech, and she watched his display.
Eternal was impressed! He seemed to know what he was talking about. Why not help out in this way, if she couldn't be battling with the rest of the forest? It made sense to try and help. They couldn't just do nothing. Her excitement showed in her face as she gave an joyous shout and raised one hand high.
"I'm with you! What can I do?"
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"Uhhh..." Juno replied caught of guard. He hadn't really expected anyone to offer help just then. More of a hurrah of yeah so he could direct them all into one effort of scheduled labor.
He was getting rusty.
But no matter, this one, courageous youth had offered her hand. And he couldn't help but notice she shared similar traits. That is to say, she had wolf features where he had feline, possibly a related species of the same genius.
That aside his brain then told him to stop glazing over her because:
1. he was in the middle of rallying troops for defense
and
2. If he stared at her any longer than a few seconds he might get called out for weird things. SOOOOOoooooo...
His eyes narrowed from shock of finding a possible kinship to that of an interrogator. His mind whirled away taking images of her outfit. Eyes mainly examining the shoulder plates for markings and of course the sword. He then looked her right in the face, tightening and looking for scars or some form of blessing of some sort. Sure metals were shiny but experience was worth far more than that, specially if fueled by greed. The want of a metal, for glory, for honor could really bring out the best in troops. To be revered as a hero could upstart all sorts of implications. Then he saw it...
the handle on the sword.
Worn, and nimble to only her fingers. Played like and instrument. When set loose from it's scabbard it could catch the light and make angles sing with the glory of battle. If properly used it could rain blood upon its enemies and skewer flesh from the bone... he then took in her age, glanced at the trees and realized that if she did go into battle she could be struck from all sides.
He reached for his riding cape, the red one upon his back. Woven long ago in his adventures, by a rouge elf friend who wanted to take up the study of Alchemy and it's applicable uses. The quest involved a compromise between dwarves, a raid on the gnomes, and sneaking into the kings treasurery... but when it was done... the cape of red. Woven with elven Mythril and treated with the rare ores of Orchalcum and Adamantium, truth be told it wasn't really red. It was a blend of slivery white, deep transparent fuchsia and vibrant vermilion. The right blend to make it look like it had been soaked and flowing with freshly slain blood, vibrating through it making it look alive when the light hit it or the wind passed just right.
He detached the hood of this cape and reached for his helmet which was tucked under one arm. With a few twists and turns he had undone the latching that had made the triple weave and nodded. Then held it out to her. A cape all of her own.
"Welcome to the ranks, Sargent. I need to you to train some recruits. This town lacks defenders and I need you to hand pick and train them. If you can teach them the ways of the sword, starting with the basics for that is all the time we may have to offer. If they pass your test position them to fortify our location, for this village must not fall. If they fail send them back to me and I shall have them defend those that still do not wish to fight. These are tough times so only take those who are committed. This is not the time for us to take those that flee. I trust you to find the ones with the warriors spirit, those that won't back down from a fight or flee when you need them. You'll know by the look in their eyes, the flame of passion that drives all of us. For they are the ones that we need the most."
He then paused. And held out the what was once a hood, now a perfect cape for her.
"Good luck, Sargent. The Knights of the Crimson order welcome you to their ranks."
He was getting rusty.
But no matter, this one, courageous youth had offered her hand. And he couldn't help but notice she shared similar traits. That is to say, she had wolf features where he had feline, possibly a related species of the same genius.
That aside his brain then told him to stop glazing over her because:
1. he was in the middle of rallying troops for defense
and
2. If he stared at her any longer than a few seconds he might get called out for weird things. SOOOOOoooooo...
His eyes narrowed from shock of finding a possible kinship to that of an interrogator. His mind whirled away taking images of her outfit. Eyes mainly examining the shoulder plates for markings and of course the sword. He then looked her right in the face, tightening and looking for scars or some form of blessing of some sort. Sure metals were shiny but experience was worth far more than that, specially if fueled by greed. The want of a metal, for glory, for honor could really bring out the best in troops. To be revered as a hero could upstart all sorts of implications. Then he saw it...
the handle on the sword.
Worn, and nimble to only her fingers. Played like and instrument. When set loose from it's scabbard it could catch the light and make angles sing with the glory of battle. If properly used it could rain blood upon its enemies and skewer flesh from the bone... he then took in her age, glanced at the trees and realized that if she did go into battle she could be struck from all sides.
He reached for his riding cape, the red one upon his back. Woven long ago in his adventures, by a rouge elf friend who wanted to take up the study of Alchemy and it's applicable uses. The quest involved a compromise between dwarves, a raid on the gnomes, and sneaking into the kings treasurery... but when it was done... the cape of red. Woven with elven Mythril and treated with the rare ores of Orchalcum and Adamantium, truth be told it wasn't really red. It was a blend of slivery white, deep transparent fuchsia and vibrant vermilion. The right blend to make it look like it had been soaked and flowing with freshly slain blood, vibrating through it making it look alive when the light hit it or the wind passed just right.
He detached the hood of this cape and reached for his helmet which was tucked under one arm. With a few twists and turns he had undone the latching that had made the triple weave and nodded. Then held it out to her. A cape all of her own.
"Welcome to the ranks, Sargent. I need to you to train some recruits. This town lacks defenders and I need you to hand pick and train them. If you can teach them the ways of the sword, starting with the basics for that is all the time we may have to offer. If they pass your test position them to fortify our location, for this village must not fall. If they fail send them back to me and I shall have them defend those that still do not wish to fight. These are tough times so only take those who are committed. This is not the time for us to take those that flee. I trust you to find the ones with the warriors spirit, those that won't back down from a fight or flee when you need them. You'll know by the look in their eyes, the flame of passion that drives all of us. For they are the ones that we need the most."
He then paused. And held out the what was once a hood, now a perfect cape for her.
"Good luck, Sargent. The Knights of the Crimson order welcome you to their ranks."