"Sit back and let me tell you a story." The vixen leans back in her chair. The private booth in the back is sheilded from the noise of the tavern. Its a rowdy place full of vermin and those woodlanders brave enough to drink with them. It is also surprisingly clean. If it wasnt dark the river the tavern is built by would be seen through the windows.
"Once upon a time there was a badger. His name was Stonewall, the third. He was once a mighty warrior with a strong, some would say passionate desire to kill vermin." the vixen pauses to take a drink of mead. Despite her youthfull appearence the fox known simply as Brook has plenty of meat on her bones to keep herself insulated against the winter that rages out side. She has a cross fox pattern to the cur that covers her fleshy figure. Black under belly with orange sides and a grey flank and tail.
"Stonewall hated vermin so much that he gathered an army to police the surrounding northern woodlands, driving out vermin and making settlements for his woodlanders of the area, mostly squirrels and mice. Then he died, and his son, Stonewall the forth took over Castle Stonewall. He was a bit more of a polotictian and with all the vermin in the area gone he had an erra of peace. His castles defenses waned, the settlements grew rich and fat, and so became prime targets for any number of wandering bands of warlords looking for easy riches. Stonewall the forth died in battle defending his land. His castle continues to stay strong but his settlements fell into disrepair and banditry. Which brings us to today. Lord Stonewall the 5th, big fella, lots of teeth, he is starting to get more…agressive against the hard working warlords in this area, harassing their supply lines with his squirrel army, meddling in afairs between the warlords."
The fox leans forward, staring down each member of the party assembled before her, "The beast I work for, Lord Raven the Fox King finds Stonewalls adherence to his grandfathers ways to be...disturbing and would like to nip this problem in the bud before it becomes a larger problem. He has tasked me to putting together a team to address this problem...perminately. The rewards are as great as the danger I am going to ask you to partake in... Before I elaborate further, those of you who are not up to the challenge, I ask you to leave. I have no room for weakness on this mission."
Little did the party know that not too far away from the vixen with her nafarious schemes there was another bush tailed creature plotting Ill will against Castle Stonewall.
The night air on the balcony was crisp and chill. The snow has been cleared away, making room for beasts to sit at the many tables here over looking the river behind them. But with weather cold enough to freeze over the river the balcony is empty save for the beast and his party. He is quite obviously a red squirrel. The cloak may cover his features but his species is quite obvious. Even with his winter coat the beast is rail thin. Despite this his paws look soft, his fur groomed, as if he never saw manual labor in his life.
"Im so glad you could make it." he says to all around. Even the bat that hangs over the table by a lantern.
"Im sure that you have all heard the wonderous tales surrounding Castle Stonewall and the city Woodshire it protects. About how we are all protecred under tge safty of a badger lord." the squirels voice turns dark, "Do not let the fables fool you. Lord Stonewall is a devious and petty as any vermin warlord and some of us in the city grow tired of badger rule. We need a group of...tallented beasts to get the badger out of the city for a few days. Have I piqued your interest enough to continue?"
(At long last! The rpg adventure begins! If you wish to join please add a stat sheet to http://www.redwallslegacy.com/forum/index.php?topic=2680.0
Anyone can join either or, although i set it up as everyone joining the vixens group, rodu and his antagonist alts are with mr. Unamed squirrel :3)