The Life of a "Soldier" ((Open))

  • ((OOC: This is the thread discussed here! If you were not part of the original four who replied to my "Looking for RP" thread, I do ask that you do PM me before joining, just to help me keep track of who all is participating. Thanks!))

    "297… 298... 299... 300!"

    Kane Collins jumped up from the road, having finished his impromptu push ups session. Stretching out his arms in front of him, he rolled his head, cracking his neck loudly. He stood in front of a small tavern, with the name "The Leaky Keg" spelled out on an appropriately keg shaped sign. It was nestled in the woods on the side of the path, and buzzed with the quiet hum of life inside. "Push ups do a body good, for sure," Kane said, addressing nobeast but himself, "will make ye a right fine soldier!" He flexed his arms, proudly admiring his own muscles.

    Grabbing his drum from where it sat on the ground, Collins marched smartly up to the tavern and opened the door. As he entered, a few of the beasts in the tavern glanced at the usually uniformed otter, but returned soon to their conversations, suppressing a chuckle or two. Kane made it halfway to the bar counter before tripping on the edge of a stool, falling face first and smacking his head into the drum held in his paws. Miraculously, the drum was unharmed, but Kane's face was not so resilient.

    He stat up, a grin on his face, apparently unfazed by his significant nosebleed. A barmaid, a young squirrel, ran over to him. Seeing the blood, she gasped, "are you okay?"

    "Never been better, for seein' you, lassie!" Kane said with a cocky grin, jumping to his feet. He gave a little bow in the maid's direction. "I'm Private Kane Gilmore Collins, the bravest soldier in Mossflower!" the otter proclaimed, "at your service, and the service of your family, town, an' any dependents. But not the beasts yeh don't like, I don't like 'em any more than you!"

    The squirrelmaid gave a curtsy in return, but mostly seemed confused. "Can I get you anything to drink?" she asked.

    "Just water, lassie!" Kane smiled, blood still pouring down his face, "soldiers should not drink albatrossic drinks, very bad for yeh stomach!" The squirrel ran off to fetch a glass of water.

    When she left, Kane put his hand up to his lip, the blood having run down to his mouth. "Aye, what is this? I've been injured?" he stood confused, "must 'ave been a great battle..." He sat at a stool at the bar, a bit far away from the others, and waited for his drink to arrive. Picking up a cloth used for cleaning the bar counter he attempted to wipe away some of the blood, while desperately trying to recall when an enemy would have attacked him.

  • Within the tavern there was a table in the corner where two well dressed beasts sat. "Well Serghei I believe that must have been the most interesting thing we have seen in this tavern." Said the fox sitting at the table with a rather thick foreign accent. The pine marten that sat across from him shook his head a respond with a much less heavy accent as his friend. "Well Dimitri, you wanted to come here expecting some fun, 'vell you got it my friend." Serghei then paused and looked at the rather confused looking otter who had recently took a dive onto a drum. "Something is wrong with that beast," He says nodding in the otter's direction for Dimitri to notice. "He actually thinks that nosebleed came from a battle, I wonder if he is in his right mind." The fox looked over and back at Serghei with a grin. " My friend, what this. I think your going to enjoy this." He says. The pine marten simply shooks his head smiling. "Just make sure you don't nearly get any children." Serghei says jokingly. Dimitri simply shook his head as he stood up. "That was only one close call, just one!" Giving Serghei one last dirty look, the fox then walked over next to the otter and ordered a drink. Then adjusting his vest he look over at the otter. "Well sir, you are quite a warrior. I am impressed you survived such a gruesome battle with sure terrible wounds."  Dimitri says in a impressed tone.

    (Gee I wonder how this is going to turn out xD. Also meet Serghei and Dimitri! here is the profile about them –--> )

  • Seri panted as she ran through the woods, branches grabbing at her tunic. Her pursuer's heavy feet could be clearly heard thundering after her. Her lungs burned, her heart beat a frantic rhythm against her ribs, and her head whirled. Suddenly she was out of the woods and running towards a tavern apparently named 'The Leaky Keg'. She paused for a moment outside, trying to regain her breath, but her pursuer was close behind.

    She barreled through the tavern door and dropped under an empty table. She could hear the heavy tread outside, a snuffling sound she had come to dread, and then the thundering feet going away. She got up gracefully, brushing her tunic off and not meeting the stares of the patrons. Drawing a deep breath, she went to the bar just in time to hear the fox speak.

    "Well sir, you are quite a warrior. I am impressed you survived such a gruesome battle with sure terrible wounds."

    "Sweet seasons of mercy! Where did you get that wound, sirrah?" She exclaimed as she caught a glimpse of the otter's bloody nose, before remembering she was lying low and trying not to be found.

    Too late. The door was flung open with such force that it slammed shut again. She whimpered as the huge beast opened it again, although less violently, and entered.

    "SERENA!!" The badger bellowed. "Come here!"

    (OOC - the badger isn't a bad guy, he's trying to find her for her parents so she can learn how to be a warrior, but she doesn't want to. But feel free to interrupt assuming that he is a bad guy.)

  • "Ugh."

    In the corner of the room, what might have been a dark green cloak huddled across one of the chairs was quickly shuffled aside and from it emerged a slender, small and feminine ferret with enchanting crystalline blue eyes, surrounded by silken white bands of fur, leading into chocolate-brown that covers her entire body. At her side is a small blade, a dagger perhaps, uncertain at this distance. She holds many pouches and compartments in her green tunic and across the belt at her waist, while over her shoulder to her waistline hangs a simple belt with seven holstered daggers.

    The ferret blinked, bleary eyed at the light as she viewed the scene that was slowly unveiling before her.

    "Must you lot make such a racket? Some of us are trying ta sleep" She grumbled, her eyes darting to the badger and immediately widening. "I mean, that is um, err, iff'n yew..yew…if..if you would be so kind?" She stuttered. A badger was not the alarm clock she was expecting.

  • Serghei looked over at the intimidated ferret whom was just whining about needing some sleep and gave her a nod. "There is no need to be afraid of that one." The pine marten said giving Dimitri a nod. The fox nodded back and looked at the otter. "We will countinue this chat in a moment, until then have a drink on me." He said tossing some coins on the counter as he got up. Serghei then looked at the Badger square in the eye. "And what if she doesn't wish to come, my friend?" He said with his foreign accent showing as he got up. "You see, she doesn't wish to come along or why would she had been running?" Then turning to the crowd for a second and speaks. "You see for all we know this he is trying to hurt the poor maiden, if that is true then what is it to stop him from using that rage you call in this country "bloodwrath" and hurt us all?" Those words seemed to give the crowd be it woodlander or any other kind of beast the right effect, as it seemed that those who had a weapon began to rest their paws on them and eye that badger. Serghei then turned back to the badger and looked at him with a smile but with a stare that rest square in the badger's eyes. "My friend, I suggest next time you try a less violent entrance. Now it would also be best that you leave."

    (yeah to you guys that never met these guys well in their profiles they both can trick and manipulate people, i mean they are assassins after all.)

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    “Where the heck am I?”

    Adam Corbeau was lost in Mossflower Forest. Not that this kind of thing was unnatural. The squirrel knew the forest inside and out, but there was something about this part of it that made him uneasy. Something about it was totally unfamiliar.

    “OK, there’s gotta be someplace I can take a rest. Somebeast can tell me where I am.”

    Emerging from the brush, Adam’s emerald eyes fell upon the “Leaky Keg” tavern. A grateful sigh escaped his lips. Adjusting his belt and pulling his vest over his body, he made his way to the bar’s door.

    While this wasn’t exactly the kind of place Adam would like to hang out, he really had no other choice, considering that this was the only civilized place along the road. He made a promise to himself not to drink anything but water, for his own personal reasons. The last thing he wanted to do was end up like his father.

    As he approached the door, his ears picked up the deep gruff voice of a badger right behind the door, talking loudly and in an unrelenting authoritative manner. A sense of mixed curiosity and apprehension filled him. He couldn’t imagine the poor creature the badger might be putting down (or in this case, trying to catch and run away with). But Adam didn’t have time to listen to a badger’s ranting, so without further ado, he opened the door…

    Holy crap!

    …and collided with the badger’s large back, falling backwards into the grass. He blinked his eyes and took a moment to get his head around the impact. Then he sat up straight, rubbing the back of his head and staring at the great beast he had accidentally run into.

    Nice going, Adam. Nice going indeed.

  • Kane remained zoned out for a moment wiping the remaining blood off his face. He snapped back to "reality" when he realized that there were beasts talking to him. He set his drum and its accompanying sticks on the counter next to him, and leaned on it with one elbow, facing the fox assassin and the otter maid who were asking about his bleeding nose. "Well lads and lasses, I'm a soldier," he said, his chest puffed up with pride and a cocky grin on his face, "we g't so many injuries we can' even remember where they come from!"

    He had hardly finished speaking when the badger barged in the door. Everything happened rather fast after that. There was a ferretmaid shaking in the corner, Serena cowering at the bar, and an angry looking badger standing in the doorway of the little tavern. Then Serghei stood up to rouse the room against the badger, then young squirrel attempted to enter and ran smack dab into the badger's back. Kane had a little giggle to himself and gulped down the rest of his water. "This looks like a right bit o' fun," the mad otter laughed.

    Taking the coin Serghei placed on the bar, Kane pushed it to the bartender. "Here y' go lad, for the cup!" Kane said with a smile. Raising the beer glass in his paw, Collins indicated he was buying it. The bartender was confused, but seemed more worried about the angry badger and the assassins than a immature otter lad with a beer glass. Kane stood up from the bar, a crazed grin on his face. He crouched into a fighting position, holding the glass as if it were some sort of weapon.

    "Alright lads an' lasses, I'm Private Kane Gilmore Collins, an' as a soldier it is my job t' keep the peace," he declared, "if any of you want to fight I'll kill yah an' use your bodies to build a lighthouse!"

  • (ummm Vik, It was Dimitri, the fox who was talking to you. Serghei was at a table in the corner. Also I don't think Kane would automatically know that they are assassins just yet unless we can come up with a way for him to know. sorry if i wasn't clear in my post about it)

  • ((OOC: I changed it to fox, sorry! However, referring to him as an assassin was not part of Kane's thoughts or words, it was describing who he was facing while talking. I never implied that Kane knows they are assassins.))

  • (oh alright. my bad)

  • "My friend, I suggest next time you try a less violent entrance. Now it would also be best that you leave."

    "Alright lads an' lasses, I'm Private Kane Gilmore Collins, an' as a soldier it is my job t' keep the peace," he declared, "if any of you want to fight I'll kill yah an' use your bodies to build a lighthouse!"

    Tallan groaned. His day was going very badly. First, Seri had disappeared yet again, and he'd been commissioned to get her. Second, she'd dragged him goodness knows how far, to this old bar in the middle of Mossflower Wood. Third, when he entered, he found a pine marten who stirred up the crowd of patrons against him, threatening him. Fourth, a otter warrior apparently wanted a lighthouse somewhere, although how he would move a dead badger to the scene was more than Tallan's muddled head could understand. And last but not least, a squirrel had collided with the badger's back and was lying on the grass, looking dazed.

    Tallan groaned again and helped the squirrel up. "You should watch where you're going a bit better next time, lad." He shifted, allowing the squirrel to pass by him, inside. He caught a glimpse of Seri's frightened face from behind the otter and a fox, and groaned yet again. Tallan, it seemed, was doing a lot of groaning today.

    He stepped fully into the tavern and waved to the pine marten, still standing, weapon in paw. "I do not mean the lass any harm, sirrah. Her father sent me to find her. Until I can get her back to her family's camp, I'm to keep this senseless, idiotic, whimpering little child out of trouble!" His voice rose to a roar as he spat out the last sentence.

    Seri burst into tears and ran to the far side of the room, where she huddled in a corner and hid her face in her skirt.

    "I don't want to learn how to fight!" She sobbed into the rough fabric.

  • Serghei shook his head still bearing that "friendly" smile while slightly chuckling at the strange otter who must have a thing for lighthouses in order to say such a odd thing. "Well it appears there is a problem with what you want, my friend. You see the young maiden doesn't wish to have such a life." The pine marten gave a nod to Dimitri. Looking back at the hare, the fox whispers to her. "Miss Seri,no? I suggest you keep head down. Things might get a bit….unpleasant in a moment." Dimitri the returns the nod back to Serghei as he pulled back his vest revealing a pair hooked daggers. Suddenly when Serghei looked back at the badger his smile was no longer there but in it's place was a glare that can make a wolverine uneasy. The pine marten then spoke with a rather serious tone despite his accent. "Now I suggest you walk out of this tavern now, my friend. I do not wish to start a brawl but My associate and you say?" Pausing for a second the pine marten finds the word. "ah we do not "approve" one such as yourself hauling away a maiden against her will." At this point Dimitri then speaks up with a accent slightly thicker then Serghei's. "Da, I suggest you listen to him. It is best you leave..."

  • The ferret shook her aching head and let out a long sigh before she slipped off the chair and adjusted her equipment, taking a step forwards. "A young maiden like yourself doesn't have to learn how to fight.." She smiled with a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. "that is to say, if'n she don't want to live too long. No telling what sort of.." She glanced over at the crazy Otter, not quite sure what to make of him.

    "Dangerous beasts might be about."

    The Ferret quickly slid herself up towards Serghei and lifted one of her small blades, tapping the hilt end towards his back. "As for you two, perhap's you should listen to the badger. Maid has to learn the reality of the season, less she winds up at the dark forest gates with a blade twixt 'er ribs"

  • Veera sat in a back corner of the Leaky Keg, well away from anyone else. Her face stayed impassive as she listened to the idiotic nonsense that was going on around her. Veera was hoping that the problem would solve itself without any bloodshed, but it seemed clear that something would have to be done. Slowly, Veera stood up slowly and drew her sword, casting her gaze across the room. "Will all of you just shut up and calm down?!" she yelled, glaring at everyone. She took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "This badger clearly means you no harm," she explained, looking directly at the beast in question, "so if any of you try to harm him," she lifted her sword, "you'll have to deal with me." Veera held her sword vertically in front of her, ready to fend off any attack.

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    Adam took hold of the badger’s paws as he helped him up. After giving him a grateful “Thank You”, he entered the tavern and sat down at the first empty table he saw. It was in the corner near a window, but he didn’t care. For some strange reason, he liked the privacy.

    He paid no attention to the tense confrontation that was unfolding around him, and frankly he was really not interested. When this was all over, perhaps somebeast could explain to him just where the heck he was. That is, if it ever ended at all.

    Freaking idiots; what a load of crap they’re fighting over. Come on, just let the ottermaid go and live her life the way she wants to! If she doesn’t want to be a warrior, then don’t try to turn her into one!

    A female mouse approached him and asked him for his order; he decided on a tankard of iced water. The mousemaid hurried to bring it to him, and while Adam sat back in his chair drinking it, he watched as the strange scene slowly got worse.

    He closed his eyes as he tried to block out the suppressed memories of his childhood. He clearly remembered all those days living in fear, of his father, his unexpected rages and wasted hours spent excessively drinking that deadly alcohol. Adam reached up with his free paw and touched the scar on his left cheek, a scar that could and would never heal.

    Opening his eyes and pushing the memories away to the back of his mind, he could see that several other beasts around the tavern had stood up, and were gathered around the badger, threatening him. Adam immediately stood up, and his paws instinctively went to the twin steel shortswords on his belt.

    OK, this is getting WAY out of control.

    Adam didn’t want to get involved in this, but if it got ugly, he could at least help out and prevent a riot if need be. But who was really to blame? The ottermaid who was trying to escape a crusader’s lifestyle, or the badger who wanted to take her back home and make her embrace her so-called destiny?

  • (Jared I think the only person who told Tallen (the badger) to leave was Serghei. But yes things are escalating rather fast. Time for plan B!)

    Serghei looked at the wildcat for a moment. "Miss, put the blade down. Your not helping anyone unless your trying to force this brawl to happen. Now as for you," He said as he looked at the ferret slightly nodding as he turned as if slightly agreeing. "Perhaps your right, but there are places where she can be safe. It isn't like the whole world is….how you say, uncivilized if you understand my meaning, no?" The pine marten then shrugged as proceeds to walk to his table to grab the travel gear there and walks towards the door. "Ah but very well, I have spoken so I shall depart before another beast decided to draw their blade but first," Serghei then turns as he pulls out a mid sized pouched that makes metallic clinking sounds as it is moved. Undoing the knot, the pine marten then tosses the bag into the air causing gold coins to fly. As the money flew the feeling of the tavern went from tense to a full out madness as many idle beast suddenly threw themselves from their seats to grab the gold the is now spilled about. Serghei walking out chuckling. 'Zhadnyye duraki,Greedy fools.' He thought to himself as the door closed behind him. 

    Dimitri saw Serghei nod and he knew the message that was being delivered to him. The fox then taps Seri and whispers to her. "There is door right next to you wait for signal to run. I shall be right behind you" Dimitri then eyes Serhei as he grabs both bags and heads to the door. Suddenly the pine marten turn and pull out a pouch that he can tells is a money pouch.'Well that is one way to use money' Dimitri thought to himself as he instantly realized what is about to happen. He then drops a pouch of gold at the otters feet and whispers to him. "Keep the badger distracted, do what you must." Suddenly, gold was in the air along with the madness of greed with it. Grabbing the maiden's paw Dimitri heads out the back door using the sudden scramble as cover for the escape. "Come now run into the woods so we can regroup. Unless you want badger to get you." He says to Seri.

    (Woo now then time for this to get interesting! Now we have a bunch of crazy greedy drunks fighting each other for money! Lets see how this turns out. >8D)

  • "Come now, run into the woods so we can regroup. Unless you want your badger friend to get you."

    Seri found herself being pulled through the woods at a mad pace. A giggle rose up in her throat. For the first time in her life she was having fun running away.

    Tallen looked around above the scramble for gold and groaned. Seri had disappeared. He turned to leave, and yelped lightly when he walked into the door beam. A sword point in his lower back made him freeze.

    "Did ya mean what ya said about the otter maid? Do ya swear ya mean her no harm?" He turned cautiously and looked down at at a tiny mouse, dressed in a shabby tunic and carrying a sword nearly as large as himself. The mouse's arms were heavily muscled, and although Tallen had to stifle the impulse to laugh at his first glance, he decided that even he would do well to not anger this mouse unnecessarily.

    "I wouldn't hurt Seri for the world. I'm trying to protect her. She needs to learn how to defend herself if nothing else, but he stubborn whelp is set against it. She's always been stubborn, almost enough to match her brother Skor."

    The mouse nodded and lowered his sword. "Lift me up onto the table." He stamped his foot impatiently as Tallen blinked at him in surprise. "The table, badger, the table!"

    "Would ya beasts all just stop movin', yellin', bickerin', and I don't know what all else, and listen ta me!?!

    A surprised silence fell over the room. The mouse drew a deep breath. "Thank ya. Now, supposin' someone tells me what's goin' on here? A disinterested observer, iffen ya please."

    ((Our little mouse friend, who is quite small even for a mouse, is somewhat of a great debater.))

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    Well, that escalated quickly.

    Adam took a few minutes to register what the heck had just happened. When he finally got his head around everything, he burst out laughing, and some of the bar patrons turned on their stools and glared at him menacingly.

    When Serghei started scattering gold coins all over the place, the chaos grew to an astonishing extent. A single gold coin fell near Adam’s feet, and he bent down to pick it up. Just one coin, but he didn’t care. Maybe he could find some use for it. The warrior squirrel sneakily hid the coin in one of his pant pockets.

    I think I’ll stay here for a little while longer. This is just plain weird and funny at the same time.

    And just when he thought it couldn’t get any funnier…

    "Would ya beasts all just stop movin', yellin', bickerin', and I don't know what all else, and listen ta me!?!"

    Adam was really laughing now, but he laughed behind his vest pulled up to his mouth to avoid annoying anybeast again. He nearly bust a gut rolling around in his seat, but then he composed himself and sat up straight to listen to what the mouse had to say, an amused smile still on his face.

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