OOC: this is basically my first RP thread so if I suck at it please go easy on me
It was an unseasonably warm day in Mossflower and Rogg Streambattle did not enjoy traveling in the heat. The young otter flopped down on a grassy patch along the nearly overgrown path. His thoughts wonderd back to his home as he took a drink from his canteen, the water tasted sweet in his parched mouth. "Why had I ever left Green Isle, I was happy there. Well I guess I wasn't 'cause I'm here" he muttered to himself as he unbuckled his black armor. He was in no hurry to meet Nivalis, anyway, where would the weasel go? No where would the weasel be safe. The big otter decided that he should probably get back on his way if he was going to make it to Nivalis' camp before nightfall.
As he walked, Rogg thought about rat that he had spoken to in a tavern who's name he could not remember.
"You looking for work river dog?" the rat had said. Of course Rogg wanted work. He bade the rat continue.
"Well, I 'erd that theirs this weasel named Nivalis that's camped out in the woods somewhere and he wants revenge on some fox who ripped him off. You know what I mean?"
"Of course, thank you" Rogg said as he finshed off his ale.
"So, where is this, Nivalis?"
"Down the old path about a league. Er, maybe a rich riva dog like you can compensate a poor informer like meself?"
Rogg left with the rat's screams still ringing in his ears.
That is how he came to be looking for Nivalis. In a part of the woods where a small stream meandered through the oaks and ashes, the young otter caught the faint sent of weasel. He followed his nose and soon came upon the camp of Nivalis, a ramshackle little tent in the middle of a small clearing. He approached the tent and shook it. A squeaky voice came from inside.
"Leave me alone you insolent hussy!! I won that game fair-and-square!! Your just sore because you can't play the game as well as myself!!"
"I don't think I'm the one who your thinking of. I'm Rogg Streambattle. I heard that you were in need of a little help?"
A thin weasel emerged from the tent. He was wearing a red frock coat and a blue waistcoat. He acted as if he were sombeast important.
"I, am Nervalis Choratia, the third Duke of Itasi-"
Rogg cut him off in mid-sentance.
"I don't really need to know what your lineage is. Just tell me who you want me to, well, terminate."
"Well, er, alright then. Him and I were pla-"
Rogg again cut the weasel off.
"Rule number three, no details."
"But you nee-"
"Just tell me where he is and what he looks like."
"Well alright then if that's the way you want to be. His name is Vulpus and he should be at that inn down the path a ways."
"What does he look like?" Rogg inquired as he toyed with his stiletto.
"Well, he is just an average fox, carries a saber and usually wears black, that's all I know, so be a good otter and go kill him for me and bring me his haversack; it has something of import in it."
Rogg turned to go, calling back over his shoulder in an almost sarcastic voice, "Thank you, I just hope that you pay as good as you dress, for your sake"…..
OOC: so if anybody wants to join that would be awesome!! Yall can either join me or appose me as the fox and his allies or whatever! If your the fox, sorry but he does die so maybe you don't want to be him lol. Thanks!