(M) Mossflower Tales: The Howl of War OOC

**SikstaSlathalin** · 08-05-2014, 11:37 PM

Rated M for possible mature content including romance, violence, language, graphic situations, and drug use.

Mossflower Tales: The Howl of War
A Pre-Redwall, Redwall RP.

Goodbeasts of Mossflower, unite to save your homes from the Wolf of War!

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Story: Excerpt from the personal journals of Abbess Sylvaticus of Loamhedge.

Winter is upon us and with it came death unimaginable. Vermin carried disease, relentless war, and the unusually cold season have brought down our numbers to a mere few hundred and most the old and dibbuns are no longer with us. Viggo Nightclaw and his vermin horde have flooded from the frozen north having either conquered much of it or were beaten back by the fierce Highland Tribes.

Either way once he was tired of the cold, it seems Mossflower was next, and he came like a storm. The once peaceful woodlands were full of fire, screams, and destruction. Many fell to his horde, the Northern Guosim Shrews, many of the High North Coast Sea Otter Tribes, and nearly all of the wandering Hare warriors. Those that could run to the walls of Loamhedge did, others simply ran. It helped our numbers a little, but in the end the disease got many of them too. Most of the sick are quarantined in the Dorms and Infirmary.

The rest of us have been sleeping in the Main Hall, the Meeting Hall, and wherever we can stretch ourselves out. It's not comfortable, but we keep warm against the howling desert cold. Young Germaine is doing her best to help me, but I fear with everything stacked against us. The days of Loamhedge Abbey are numbered. Even with help from friends like the Motley Lonesome Tribe that has been harrying the Horde from the North, the Blackrudder Otters, the remainder of the Guosim, and our valiant friends from Brockhall, all I can do it hope that by some grace of nature the Wolf of War is stopped before he wipes us all out.

OOC ; And there it is people the story of the Howl of War, in this RP we will be playing refugees from Loamhedge, members of the rag-tag group of the Lonesome Tribe, the Black Rudder Otter Holt, Guosim Shrews, Badgers and Hares from Brockhall, or wandering warriors looking to help out. We can be Otters(River and Sea), Shrews, Hares, Badgers, Mice, Squirrels, Moles, Voles, Hedgehogs, or if you have a good enough reason a former species of vermin could be fighting on the good side, but no betrayal unless a goodbeast is forced into the Horde's ranks and switches to the good side.

This RP will take place in the middle of winter in the last few months of Loamhedge before those left leave to found Redwall. While some lore knowledge will help it isn't needed because this RP takes place before damn near all canon sources. I will post a link to the wiki either way.
We are in medieval times for this and there is no real magic, just soothsaying, alchemical healing and trickery. There is no black powder, and metals are usually steel or iron.

There will be some roaming recruiting, and lots of fighting, much of that will depend on the players I get though. There will only be a few badgers allowed in this, because having an army of Badgers, while bad-ass would require me to be much meaner to you.

Wolverine Berserkers, Marlfox Assassins, Wolf Dreadnoughts many evil things can be done. But if you lot would like me to be meaner I can do so.

I would like variety in skills, classes, titles, groups, species, and backgrounds, but if that doesn't happen so be it.

Accepted/Reserved Sheets

Loamhedge Residents

Lanissa by LadyNova

Brockhall Warriors

Captain Winnfield by IejirKothar

Lieutenant Trini Star by LadyNova

Wanderers

Moonflower and Spearmint by P.K.

Captain Forbes Barclay by ARCTrooper1992

Abi by ARCTrooper1992

Root Wood by DEAFHPN

Ninavin by DEAFHPN

Silihdar Zarar Mursaleen by Dnafein

Lonesome Tribe

Chief Icestripe by Siks

Black Rudder Otters

Skipper Ronda Maelstrom by Siks

Guosim Shrews

None

Name:
Age:
Species:
Gender:
Optional Title(Lord, Captain, Chief, etc):

Appearance(pic or description):
Skills:
Weapons:
Armor:
Gear:

Class:
Family/ Group:
Personality:
Background:
Other:

All RPA Rules and Matrue Section rules apply.
I made this a mature RP for the reason of creative freedom, anything goes for the most part as long as none of the rules are broken
I am the GM and as such I have the last say in issues.
Any issues between players deal with in PMs.
If the problem persists send me both sides and I'll see if I can help.
If I help and it continues ask a mod or get out.
Be active and post at least a paragraph a post.
Ignorance of the rules won't save you if you break them.
Be smart, have fun, and no modding or powerplaying.
Any new RP ideas are welcome just run them by me and we'll see about working them out.
Inactivity will be punished by the death of your char.
The GM is the only judge of inactivity, when the RP is going well it's a week unless you send me word of your inactivity then I'll pull you along but after two weeks your character will be on the chopping block unless you have a good reason for not being around. And after three weeks they die no matter what.
While romance will be allowed, no furry porn fetish or you will be tossed and your char killed.
Reserves will only be held for a week before you lose it.
Keep all abilities, classes, titles, and skills sensible and not OP.
Same goes for Weapons and Armor.
I want variety in group and titles.
I will be a strict but flexible GM
Limit of two chars a player.
If you've read down this far, add a good in-character at least 2 paragraph scene in the Other section of the sheet.

*I reserve the right to add, delete, or change any rule at any time.*

**Dire Hoef** · 08-05-2014, 11:43 PM

I keep my eye out for this one..

**SikstaSlathalin** · 08-05-2014, 11:45 PM

Feel free.

**P.K.** · 08-06-2014, 01:05 AM

Name: Moonflower
Age: 18
Species: Mouse
Gender: Female
Optional Title(Lord, Captain, Chief, etc): N/A really

Skills: Herb use, Identification, Gathering. Treating and caring for the sick and wounded. Cooking.

Weapons: Staff
Armor: light leather armor, light leather bracers.
Gear: A pouch for holding herbs, another for other medical supplies, A small knife,

Class: Healer, Noncombatant.
Family/ Group: Just her and her brother.

Personality: moonflower is soft spoken and kind, She tends to worry a lot especially about her brother. She's at times timid but easy to get along with and willing to help any and all that bear no ill will. She doesn't consider herself brave but she would put herself in harms way if it saved another. She tries her best to look foreword to the good things and be cheerful and happy.

Background: Moonflower and her brother spearmint are Orphans now, once having a warrior father and a great mother. However their father went off to fight no one could tell them exactly how he fell but all that was returned to them was his sword.
They continued to live with their mother, Who taught them all she knew about the healing arts and who did all she could for the sick and wounded that came to her, however she began to suffer from the effects of exposure and exhaustion, one of the sicknesses spread by the vermin entering in near their home caused her to suffer before taking her life, leaving them both with only each other. Moonflower took on the role of mother over spearmint taking on all the house tasks.
For the most part they lived out of the reach of the plague's and war, Just out of its path. Moonflower new that wouldn't always be the case but she never felt that she could take herself or her brother on a perilous journey to get somewhere else supposedly safer so staid near the seashore hoping and praying that what befell the rest of the land would leave her small home alone and let her keep the only thing she had left, Even though it pained her to know the Fates of so many.

Other: Moonflower took in a deep breath of the cold air. "I hope it doesn't get any colder..." "Its bound to..." Spearmint said soft voice. "You shouldn't be out here." "Please moonflower... I'm not a sick child." He huffed as she watched his breath fade in the air. "I know..." Moonflower said softly. "I'm sorry." They stood in silence for a long moment looking out into the white filled world around them. "Alright, Lets get something warm going for the two of us." "Ya..." Spearmint shuddered once from the cold before turning slowly and feeling his way back to the door as moon flower followed.

Moonflower shut the door and sighed before shaking off the cold and going to tend to the fire, stoking it beofre pulling out a pot to hang over it. "What should we have to night?" she asked. "I can't say that there is much of a difference in menu." Spearmint said. "We have some potatoes, a carrot and plenty of water." "We have a squash." "Since when?" Spearmint asked with surprise. "Since I saved it." she said. "Remember the last time I went out, I found it, Its a little squishy but still good." Spearmint sighed. "Should add a little more texture."

Appearance: Moonflower has a pure white coat of fur with light blue eyes so light they look silver.

Name: Spearmint
Age: 17
Species: Mouse
Gender: Male
Optional Title(Lord, Captain, Chief, etc): N/A

Skills: being a Pessimist. plant identification, Food Identification. (Not much else yet) Sensitive hearing, touch and smell.

Weapons: His fathers sword.
Armor: Leather Wrist bracers, Leather ankle bracers.
Gear: A stick, A pouch for herbs and a small pouch for other things he picks up. String.

Class: Wanna-be-warrior.
Family/ Group: Just him and his sister.

Personality: due to his disability spearmint is rather gloomy and bitter. He's ill tempered and Pessimistic. But he dose have a kind side and will protect his sister to the best of his abilities, which aren't much. He wishes that he could become a warrior so he could protect those that need it and follow in his father's foot steps.
Background: Spearmint was born blind and due to this his mother and sister have always worried about him, Slowly plunging his self confidence with out meaning to. When a friend of their family told them that their father had fallen and returned the sword he promised over his fathers sword that somehow he'd manage to protect his sister, even when he didn't know how or if he could.
He stood helplessly beside his sister as their mother suffered, all the while giving all she could to the 'less fortunate' and her children before she left them to.
With all the suffering and lose, not only to himself, not to mention his blindness, He has become very bitter and only more so as the suffering and cold winter has prolonged.He hopes that if Danger were to find them he'd somehow be ready to meet it and beat it back.
He has done his best over the years as his sister has taken care of him, like their mother had, fussing and worrying to much, not to be a burden to her though he never feels like he's doing enough.

Other: Spearmint felt at the blade in his lap, careful not to cut himself on the sharp edges. What was he to do? He didn't know how to use this but neither did moonflower and with what was going on so close to them, they couldn't be unarmed or unawear. He turned his head slightly ears flicking as he heard his sister's quite footsteps in the grass. "Why are you checking on me?" He muttered. "Because I'm your sister." Came her soft reply. "Because I can't help it." Spearmint sighed and closed his blind eyes. "Sure you can, just don't come find me..." "Spearmint..." "Its fine."

Turning back to the sword he wiped a few still wet droplets from the blade before carefully sheathing it. He'd continue to carry the blade, even if he didn't know how to use it. Father watch over me... please... He thought quietly hopping beyond hope that wherever his father was... he could hear him before the blade clicked into place.

Appearance: Spearmint has a light brown coat of fur with a pale and creamy brown under belly. His eyes are a very soft and milky green.

**IejirKothar** · 08-06-2014, 01:31 AM

Name: Winnfield
Age: 27
Species: Hare
Gender: Male
Optional Title(Lord, Captain, Chief, etc): Captain

appearance: Rather tall for a Hare Winnfield has black fur with a white strip on his face splitting it down the center, his eyes are a ruby hue. His general zeal for battle against the vermin and lack of mercy lead the hares fighting with him to claim he was a badger in hares fur.
Skills: Unarmed and weapons maintanence, first aid
Weapons: Steel saber and dagger
Armor: lamelar leather chest plate, steel vambrases and leggguards
Gear: Climbing rope, fishing line, flint, whetstone, waterskin.

Class: Soldier
Family/ Group: Brockhall
Personality: Sharp tongued and blunt Winnfield is known to speak his mind with little or no tact.
Background: Winnfield was raised in the fields west of Loamhenge by his mother and father. His mother taught him about the land and nature while his father taught him to forage and fight. His father being from the highlands let his son learn his from his own mistakes and taught him many different tricks for watching out for himself. His mother thought it was a bit too rough, him being left on his own out in the woods and expected to find his way home. But it taught Winnfield to fend for himself at an early age and how to get along with the other beasts in the forest.
These trips began to become more and more common place for Winnfield as he came of age. He'd spend more and more time away from the home foraging for herbs and trading with the forest tribes.
He had been out one day finding herbs for supper when the horde descended on his home. Finding his family slaughtered Winnfield marched after them soon joining up with a troop from Brockhall. They began to pick off the Hoards scouting parties and ambushed their raids. He was a quick study to warfare but as the battle drew on and his brothers in arms returned to resupply Winnfield stayed behind to continue the fight
Other:

"Alright maggot, it's time to come clean." Winnfield spat kicking the stoat in the back after he had cut its bindings. The vermin toppled forward righting himself with a hiss.
"Bloody hell long ears!" The beast rasped as his paws scrambled for some kind of weapon.
"You said you could lead me to the Wolf." Winnfield said ignoring the creature. "That is the only reason you've lived so long, but it's been three days now and we passed this rock twice." Winnfields tone was level, even as he drew his sabre.
"A Rock is a Rock long ears, your too suspicious, the horde moves nightly you only prolong the search." The Vermin was clearly worried as the tip of the hares weapon cleared its scabard. "Perhaps you can march faster without an ear, or maybe and arm. yes that should motivate you." He said coldly.
Everything happened almost in an instant, the Stoat was up suddenly with a large fallen branch in his claws ready to use it as a crude cudgel against his captor, However even as he swung it Winnfield ducked under the would be weapon spinning on the fronts of his footpaws and letting his sword bite into the stoats unprotected belly spilling his blood and organs on the forest floor and sending the beast to the darkforest.

Winnfield slowly wiped the Stoats blood from his blade and placed it back in its scabbard before turning his nose to the sky and scenting it for a moment letting his ears twitch left and right. "Hmm, I suspect i'm near Loamhenge. Perhaps those beasts will be able to give me shelter and directions to this hoard." He muttered leaving the Stoats body on the frozen trail and cutting into the woods. If he was challenged by the goussim then they simply weren't paying attention and he could handle even their antics but any vermin he met skulking in the trees wouldn't leave their protection, that he promised himself after having wasted three days in the cold with the stoats company, his nose still burned with the creatures scent.

**SikstaSlathalin** · 08-06-2014, 01:40 AM

Holy wow I totally forgot to add appearance to that sheet.

*bangs head* Damn this is why you shouldn't make RPs while drinking.

For now Lark and Kot some things to work on.

Lark: You can combine the two characters in character story since they're brother and sister. Remove the abilities part of the sheet and add them to the skills. And can you space out the sheet some so the sections don't smash into each other?

Kot: You need to put your guy's in character scene in the other section.

**Setsa** · 08-06-2014, 01:43 AM

Name: Lanissa
Age:3 Year Old
Species:Gentle Cat
Gender:Female
Optional Title: N/A

Appearance: Sleek, Brown and Caramel Patterned Tabby. White upon her chest and stomach, four white paws. Always on top of grooming her fur is like soft silk to touch. Smaller than normal full grown felines. Yellow,light honey eyes.

Skills: Loamhedge Scripture, Writing, Harp, stealth, night vision, feline abilities.

Weapons: Claws and Staff

Armor: None

Gear: Staff, Dark Green Cloak with Loamhedge Abbey Pin

Class:
Family/ Group: Family deseased, Loamhedge Abbey

Personality:
Patient through the teachings of the Loamhedge Brothers and Sisters. Loves to learn all that she can as she feels history is the best teacher of all. Very protective, peaceful, but won't hesitate to do what must be done to protect the Abbey and those she love within.

Background:
Runt of the litter, her family was driven away from their home and later killed by wolves when she was just a tiny kitten. Lanissa was discovered by the Abbess upon a early morning walk. Shivering from being cold and wet from the previous night's rains just a month old. The only survivor of her family thanks to her father, a gentle cat in his own right. Hiding her well away before the wolves reached her parents. The Abbess had pity for the tiny kitten alone and defenseless and took it upon herself to bring Lanissa back to the Abbey.

There she was raised to follows the laws and teachings along with the other dibbuns. Vowing to the Abbess to always serve and protect with love and honor for all in Loamhedge that the Abbey served. Excelling at writing and scripture, many quiet days were spent basking in the sunlight reading over ancient scrolls until she was old enough to assist in the teachings herself to other dibbuns. While assisting in keeping the history strong, when duty to protect the Abbey didn't come first that is.

Other:
Lanissa was curled up into a small tabby ball of fur, unable to mew for her father or mother anymore from the weakness that took her overnight with no food. The last thing she remembers was her father letting go of her scruff gently to set her in the tall grasses at the base of a tree. Covering her with leaves to help mask the kitten's scent. "Stay down and quiet sweet fur, no matter what you hear do not mew for your brothers, mother, or I. Someone will come get you."

Paws over her ears she did her best to not listening to the noise nearby, staying still past sunset when the temperature dropped and the light drizzle of rain came down from the tree tops. Cold and worried would she mew for her family through the night. For she missed them dearly and didn't understand why they hadn't come back for her! Only stopping when her throat hurt and the leaves covering her little furred body blew off from the storm sometime in the night. Forced to endure this all with an empty stomach, the little tabby kitten fell asleep sometime in the early morning after the storm passed on.

"Oh my....what do you suppose is that little thing shaking like a leaf?" She'd heard a kind voice say nearby. Footsteps coming closer, slowly, small footsteps at that. "Why...why I do believe it's a little kitten. Oh the poor thing...she must have been left hidden before the wolv.." Another voice said, deeper in tone but calm in nature. "Shhh! Let her not hear it now...it's a wonder she's alive as it is." Opening her eyes would the curled tight bundle of fur see two mice approaching. She had no energy to hiss, nor to run away..yes even from mice. But her eyes spoke for her of fright and worry.

"There there now little one..." the sweet feminine voiced mouse would say. Laying a hand on the kitten's head to sooth her beating heart. "No need to be afraid now, we have a lovely Abbey nearby where you can get cleaned and warmed up with us. Would you like that?"

"Abbess, what will we feed her though, she isn't a dibbuns we can give corn meal and berries too. And she will get bigger...runt or not as I dare say she is." The other mouse would point out. Knowing all too well the stories of what a cat can do to mice."

"Oh tut tut now, she isn't even old enough to be without her mother's milk...she will learn to eat what we do. Now no more of that look, my mind is made... Come now little one, walk with us to the Abbey. We'll take care of you."

Milk...and warmth....that's all she needed to hear at that very moment. Having no idea then that mice were considered a meal for those of her feline kind. "Thhaa....tha...thank" sneezes "yuuu."

And such began her new life, the only life she ever knew, as a peaceful creature of Loamhedge Abbey.

**IejirKothar** · 08-06-2014, 01:46 AM

added the IC post, but who the heck is Lark?

**ARCTrooper1992** · 08-06-2014, 01:47 AM

That's P.k. XP

Name: Forbes Barclay
Age: 25
Species: Mouse
Gender: Male
Optional Title(Lord, Captain, Chief, etc): Captain of the 27th Legion

Abilities: Can use almost any sword.
Appearance: Forbes has brown fur and yellow eyes. He's muscular, but not overly muscular. He has scars on his body from his time in training and from combat. He wears a red tunic so when his enemies stabs him they will not see him bleed. (Used to scare his enemies) On his left shoulder he has a tattoo of his legion that has a shield with a skull on it with a twenty seven on the skull's forehead, two swords that cross over the back of the shield, and on the top it says "Only the dead see the end." He wears a red scarf around his neck so his armor won't rub against him and cause severe rashes. Most of the time he has an angry look on his face and occasionally gives the thousand yard stare.
Weapons: Gladius (one handed short sword), tower shield, javilin spear, and knife.
Armor: Lorcia Segmintata (steel armor), steel shin guards, steel bracers, and red cloak
Gear: Pera bag (Ruck sack) that carries three days of food, entrenchment tool, two water bags, sleeping bag, cooking utensels, and tent.

Class: Soldier (Platoon Leader)
Family/ Group: 27th Legion
Personality: Stubborn, confident, disciplined, and honest
Background: Forbes was born in a region far across the sea known to them as the Northern Region. During his childhood Forbes was taken along with other children to learn how to fight, read, write, and survive. Also in this phase he learns military tactics live the single column, testudo, and wedge formations. After when his training was complete, which ended at the age of seventeen. Forbes along with everyone else joined the military and deployed to Vennin to fight the Rat Hordes, who were causing havoc and raiding the towns. For the next eight long and brutal years. Forbes would have fought in many multiple engagements, including some famous battles like Battle of Bloody Clutch Hill, Defense at Ft. Clawfang, and the Siege of Terria City. Eventually Forbes went through the ranks, and became the leader of the 27th Legion. Not just because he is a good soldiers, but for the fact that he has the most experience out of his entire unit. After the final victory at Vinnen in the City of Terria after killing the Rat General Bloody Claw and his forces. Forbes along with hundred and eighty soldiers secured the last parts of the city and once the city has been officially claimed in the name of the Northern Regions. Forbes and his soldiers start to head back home for a nice long r and r when a terrible storm hit. Not just killing all, but Forbes and ten others, but washed him up in a foreign land.
Other: Forbes doesn't like sacraficing his soldiers for nothing and will do whatever it takes to bring them back home.

Forbes para

It's a very cold morning deep in the Dark Scape Forest in Vinnen. As Forbes stands on a small hill watching his soldiers continue to improve their defensive positions. He can see the rat camps through out the tree line two football fields away. For three months Forbes and his soldiers held the line against the rat army and for three long bitter months the snow kept on falling exposing many to frost bite, trench foot, and the hypothermia.

Knowing that supplies are very low, the moral of his troops are wavering, reinforcements are two weeks away, and it's only a matter of time before the rats would once again strike again in full. Forbes goes down the lines helping any way that he can to ensure that his men are given the best protection that he can give them. Then an hour later the attacked.

Name: Roxana Airsling
Age: 18
Species: Mouse
Gender: Female
Optional Title(Lord, Captain, Chief, etc): None

Abilities: Can cook and knows first aid.
Appearance: Roxana has brown fur with blue eyes. She is young looking and she has a slave collar still around her neck. She's dirty from escaping the town and her fur is a little messy as well. She wears a grey worn out shirt that the sleeves go a little past her shoulders. She wears old worn out shorts and she has no shoes.
Weapons: staff
Armor: none
Gear: none

Class: cook/healer
Family/ Group: none
Personality: Very shy, easily startled and intimidated.
Background: Unlike many people in the world. Roxana was found and raised as a servant or to others a slave. During her child hood Roxana learned on how to not only clean the house, wash the clothes, and of course learn to cook the food, but she learned how to do farm work and first aid incase someone gets hurt out in the fields. Later on when he old masters could no longer afford their land and needed the money. Roxana along with the other servants were transported to a town that allows the slave trade to be sold off to some other rich person. After spending a week in the town. Roxana was placed in a cell with ten other servants to be lined up to be sold. However during that week. A group of slaves along with those who didn't support slavery. Managed to obtain weapons, keys to everyones chains, and the location of every slave hold in the town. Then just before dawn the slaves along with the non slavery activists attacked the guard barracks and the slave holds. Once unchained and her cell door opened. Roxana quickly makes a mad dash out of the slave holds and then out of the city. After dodging many guards, arrows, debris, fires, and other obstacles. Roxana manages to flee the town just before the guards could seal of the gates. Not wanting to go back and now free. Roxana spends the next two weeks dodging the major roads, staying as far away from camps and other travelers, and avoiding the guards. Exhausted and out of energy. Roxana passes out on the side of the road in a small ditch.
Other: She loves sweets.

Roxana's Para

Roxana wakes up in her cell when she hears the sound of the doors bursting wide open an a guard rolling down the stairs with a sword ran right through him. Then seconds after the guard rolled to a complete stop. Six young mice come running down the stairs with swords and shields. "Quick get these doors open and give them a weapon! We are busting out of here!" One of the mice yells and with that the mice open all of the cells including Roxana's cell and she is given a staff.

Without any hesitation Roxana quickly runs out of her cell along with others up the stairs. Once outside Roxana looks in complete shock and horror to see the town in flames and both slaves and locals alike running, screaming, and fighting. Not being the one to fight. Roxana quickly runs towards the main gate that was opened by the freed slaves. As soon as Roxana was clear of the fighting. Roxana kept running not wanting to go back.