Post by Rinafera Woxwitty III on Feb 4, 2007 12:36:27 GMT -5
*It was a beautiful, early morning day at the Fort for the Guardians of Mossflower. The sun had just risen, and was shimmering off the high green treetops in front of the wall, making a green prism and a wonderful orange sky. The Fort was already bustling, and many new privates waking up early before their leaders to show off good work ethic and train to impress for the possible notion of promotion. One private, however, was still asleep in his bed. He was a higher ranked private, seen many days of war and battle, but still slept way past dawn. Rinafera was a Captain in the Long Patrol, and a hare he was. But when he woke up, he was not so pleasantly surprised. The hare lifted his eyelids, and he blinked a few times. Then he struggled to get up, a soreness in his legs after saving two little hares from a band of foxes. Little did he know, that was not just some band of foxes.
Getting up, he walked over slowly to the little beds where he had put them for the night. They were gone, and a piece of paper was sitting in it. He did not pay attention to the note, he simply panicked. The hare ran out of his quarters, dressed in a green, dirty tunic with long pants and no belt or sword. His sword was in paw, and the belt and stiletto were still in his room. Rinafera dashed, not looking at anybody or anything. He ran outside the Fort, to the training privates who saluted and went back to their work. The hare looked behind bushes and everywhere, but they were nowhere to be found.
He walked back slowly, shaking his head in dismay. Rinafera had saved them, and protected them, but he could not keep them for a night before taking them to their parents. He remembered the note, and ran back up the stairs. His mind racing faster than his feetpaws, the hare sprinted in the room and grabbed the note. It was written poorly, and contained a deathly poem:
Follow us if you dare,
you'll soon pay for the fare,
and you'll remember the tears,
on your dibbuns greatly afeared.
We travel,
but our tracks are everywhere,
for their welfare,
we could not care.
But do not wait,
for this decision,
makes these dibbuns' fate...
Rinafera growled, and slowly walked out of the room. He should have known the band of foxes was actually an army of kidnapping vermin. They must be holding them for ransom, he assumed. But how did they get in and out of the Fort? Did the guards not see them? They were not dead. This was all to confusing. The hare needed to pull together a campaign to go back there. He walked slowly back to the courtyard.
He stood, out on the grass of the courtyard, yelling out challenges to the privates.*
There were enemy kidnappers in here last night! They went in our fort and walked out! I won't stand for it! Let's go back, and track 'em down, and flippin' kill them! They can't walk in our fort and walk out undetected and get away with it, wot! Who is with me?
Getting up, he walked over slowly to the little beds where he had put them for the night. They were gone, and a piece of paper was sitting in it. He did not pay attention to the note, he simply panicked. The hare ran out of his quarters, dressed in a green, dirty tunic with long pants and no belt or sword. His sword was in paw, and the belt and stiletto were still in his room. Rinafera dashed, not looking at anybody or anything. He ran outside the Fort, to the training privates who saluted and went back to their work. The hare looked behind bushes and everywhere, but they were nowhere to be found.
He walked back slowly, shaking his head in dismay. Rinafera had saved them, and protected them, but he could not keep them for a night before taking them to their parents. He remembered the note, and ran back up the stairs. His mind racing faster than his feetpaws, the hare sprinted in the room and grabbed the note. It was written poorly, and contained a deathly poem:
Follow us if you dare,
you'll soon pay for the fare,
and you'll remember the tears,
on your dibbuns greatly afeared.
We travel,
but our tracks are everywhere,
for their welfare,
we could not care.
But do not wait,
for this decision,
makes these dibbuns' fate...
Rinafera growled, and slowly walked out of the room. He should have known the band of foxes was actually an army of kidnapping vermin. They must be holding them for ransom, he assumed. But how did they get in and out of the Fort? Did the guards not see them? They were not dead. This was all to confusing. The hare needed to pull together a campaign to go back there. He walked slowly back to the courtyard.
He stood, out on the grass of the courtyard, yelling out challenges to the privates.*
There were enemy kidnappers in here last night! They went in our fort and walked out! I won't stand for it! Let's go back, and track 'em down, and flippin' kill them! They can't walk in our fort and walk out undetected and get away with it, wot! Who is with me?
