Ooc: I want everyone who would like to join in, to join and do whatever they want as long as it makes sense and abides by the rules. I have no long-lasting main plot line so do whatever you think would work well.
Bic: A mole stood on a hillock with the fading light of the setting sun illuminating his features. A crested helm shadowed his face and completely hid his eyes. An ebony breastplate protected his stomach and his digging claws were sheathed in iron. The blade tips of a double sided battle axe glinted over his shoulder and a dark cape billowed out behind him. Nearby, several vermin crouched around a small fire trying to cook something to eat. A ferret slowly stood and passed his poker to another then came to stand beside the mole.
"Chief," he said, every jagged tooth showing as he spoke, "are you going to eat? I roasted a trout just for you."
"Ah Sawtooth," the mole replied, "Oi kin allays rely on ee. Lets go eat it togeter."
The two creatures strode confidently toward the camp, Sawtooth slightly behind his chief, and joined the circle of vermin. After they had eaten, each of the other vermin drifted off to sleep but the mole and the ferret stayed wide awake. Then after a good deal of time, Sawtooth spoke.
"Chief, there are too few of us to do much. If we wanted to attack any place larger than a village of farm mice, we would have no chance."
"Ay, we have need fer a few more able bodies. Oi know wut ee kin do. Tomorree, take One-eye and Crabbait and see if ee can round up some other stoats an' ferrets. Make 'em swear to ee that they will serve me, Agrev Digger, and follow me then we will meet an' they will all swear to me togeter." Agrev's eyes lit up as he thought of the idea.
"Ay chief," Sawtooth said, he knew not to cross his chief when his eyes lit with that fire.
Tehrag stood waist deep in the surf close to the fringe of Mossflower wood. His mind was whirling as he tried to design in his head, a ship. A ship that could be manned by one creature.