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((OOC)) sorry it took me so long to post!!!

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((OOC)) Should the two characters meet now? I'm not sure how the interaction would turn out but I feel like it wouldn't end well for Rascal…. How would you feel if rascal follows Jorral until night fall and steals something from him. I feel like that would spark a hot pursuit that could last for awhile! Let me know what you think

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I started and left it pretty open ended. Who ever wants to jump in next can continue…

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It's up now so feel free to jump in!!!

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It was on a dark and silent night that Jorral Redtail arrive in Mossflower woods. The only sound in the thick summer air was the timid chirp of the occasional cricket. This was the type of night Jorral lived for. Surveying the forest floor below, he scampered from tree to tree with the carefree ease of a natural. Being a squirrel, Jorral felt more comfortable in the trees than on the ground. Unlike other squirrels, Jorral had no tribe to call home. He was the line survivor of the ill fated Redtail clan.

It was a beautiful night but Jorral paid no mind. He had only one thing on his mind, vengeance. This thought filled his mind and blocked out almost all other feelings. He did not seek vengeance on any certain animal but instead his hatered was focused on a whole species. Jorrals clan had been captured by a large group of fox slavers and due to their carelessness, were killed by a group of adders. This goal of revenge was his main thought at almost ever waking moment of his life.

Jorral had traveled far that day and decided to find a good tree to spend the night. "Looks like this spot is as good as any" he mumbled to himself as he tightened the hood of his cloak and crawled into a tiny hollow in the trunk of a tree. It was a tight fit even for a squirrel as thin as Jorral but he made it through. Once inside, Jorral found himself in a dry but cozy room just big enough for him to stand in.

Sitting down, he removed his belt and opened the small pouch attatched. It contained a small assortment of nuts and tubers he had foraged,a flask of water, and a worn whetstone. While chewing thoughtfully on a tuber, Jorral deftly sharpened his two daggers with the whetstone. The stone and daggers once belonged to his father, Krata Redtail, who had been killed on that terrible night.

While he worked, Jorral hummed an old tune his father had taught him long ago. He didn't remember the words but he did remember the tune. It was a slow but cheerful song meant to help focus his attention on the task at hand. When he had finished, Jorral lay down on a small pile of leaves and fell into a deep, but dreamless sleep.

When the morning came Jorral wearily climbed out of the hollow. The sunlight nearly blinded him but he welcomed the warmth it brought to his chilled bones. Suddenly he heard a sound in a patch of bushes near the base of his tree. "Who's there!?" Jorral demanded in an impatient voice….

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Cool deal! Sounds like there is a good amount interested! I will start a story under Mossflower, titled Dark Shadows! You are all welcome to join! Can't wait to interact with your character Rodo, and Cater you are more than welcome to try out your new character!!! I'm looking forward to a great story!

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I think that would make for some great interaction! Let me know when you want to do that! Do you have any ideas on how I should start off?

where exactly would I post the story? Is there a specific page I need to go to so that I can start an open story for others to join?

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I'm new to the site and I was wondering if anyone would want to start a story with me! I'm fairly new to this format but I  very excited to try it out! I'm not quite sure on a plot for the story but I do have a charecter that I made the other day which you can find under my recent posts! (Sorry I forget how to set up a link!)

A brief summary is that my character is a male squirrel named Jorral Redtail. He is typically a loner but I would love to have a story where he is forced into working with other players. He is trained to fight with daggers and is an excellent marksmen with his longbow. His means of survival is hiring himself as a mercenary. He will work alongside some vermin but only if the price is right. The only animal he outright hates are foxes. Recently he has been wandering through moss flower woods hunting any fox that strays in his path.

Please let me  know if you are interested in staring this. I could see the story starting off by forcing Jorral to work with another charecter right off the bat be it because of a common goal or through necessity! I am open to ideas in the plot and really anything in general! I don't want to control every aspect of this story!

Thank you and I can't wait to get started!

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Nickname: Jorra

Full Name: Jorral Redtail

Species: Squirrel (male)

Age: 18

mother- Mara Redtail
Father- Krata Redtail

Alignment: neutral

Job: wanderer/ mercenary

Bright green eyes, dark orange fur with slight brown speckling on back and tail, thin scar starting above left eye slanting downward diagonally and stopping right before reaching left side of nose, dressed in thick cape with large hood that is darkly colored to match the foliage of trees and shrubbery, also caries a small brown pouch attached to a belt.

long bow/ quiver of arrows, 2 thin daggers, ankle band woven from spiderweb.


  • Agile
  • Stealthy
  • Good aim with bow
  • Has training in dagger fighting


  • Fear of Snakes
  • Cannot fight axe wielding characters in hand to hand combat

Very secretive and not typically trusting of other characters. Tends to talk only when addressed directly or when communication is absolutely necessary. Looks down on/ despises characters who have no experience in the wild. Typically a loner but will join other characters if it has benefits or a reward of some kind. Despises and has a deep hatred toward all foxes no matter where they come from/ who they are. Tends to stay calm unless provoked.

Jorral was part of a small peacefull squirrel clan known as the Redtails. They were all healers and skilled fighters but preferred to avoid conflict unless absolutely necessary. When he was only 10 years old his clan found a fox wounded in the woods. Using their medicinal skills the clan nursed the fox back to health and sent it on it's way. The next night however, the clan was attacked by a large group of foxes. Everyone was rounded up except for Jorral. He had snuck out off that night to practice his archery skills in the woods. Upon his return he heard the commotion and decided to hide in the bushes and watch what was happening.
The clan was chained together and marched off into the night with Jarrel sneaking behind, under the cover of darkness. He eventually realized that these foxes were slavers and had every intention of selling his clan to the highest bidder. Unfortunately they never got the chance.
When the foxes stopped for the night they chained the prisoners to a tree and set a guard to watch over them. When everyone was asleep the guard heard a noise and wandered off into the woods. When it came time to change the guards the first fox was nowhere to be found so the next fox wandered off in search of his comrade. Unfortunately, he too never returned. This continued until there was one fox left. The final fox had no idea what had become of his gang. Suddenly he heard a strange noise that sounded similar to the wind blowing through the trees. It grew louder and louder until it was a defending roar that had awoken every last prisoner.
Jorral watched in sheer terror as a group of the largest adders he had ever seen flowed like a raging river toward the trembling fox and terrified squirrels! Not a single creature escaped the bottomless throats of the snakes that night. Jorral watched in horror as his entire clan was eaten alive one at a time with no way to defend themselves!
All alone, Jorral vowed to have take vengeance on all foxes for the cruelty that befell his clan. After the massacre Jorral crept to the places his parents had been devoured. All that remained were his fathers two fighting daggers and an ankle band woven from spider web that his mother had worn. As years went by jorrals skill In archery and fighting with daggers grew rapidly. He began to hire himself out as a trained mercenary to the highest paying party no matter who it was. Recently Jorral has been focusing on exacting revenge on all foxes and slavers he encounters.