Hunting, anyone?

[MacDac]

**Your walking toward a tree when a squirrel drops down to your left. He's male, with brown fur, and a black tunic**
'Ow do ya do? I'm MacDac Jacob Squirrel, and I'm wondering if ya want ta come an' join me hunt? We'll be going ta 'unt some vermin band that's out in da forest. I'll be leading it. Your welcome to join, if ya want to.
**He points to the base of the tree, and you see some creatures gathering around it. They're arming themselves with the weapons of they're choice.**
Were going to set out as soon as every one 'ere is ready. I shore 'ope you join!
**MacDac jumps up the tree, and you lose sight of him. So what do I do now, you wonder. Do I join up in the hunt, or do I stay here, and miss lot's of adventure?**

[Tinsy Stormsight]

Um...
Lonas stared blankly at the place this Mr. Squirrel (what kinda name was that?) had dissappeared. The gold-furred merchant squirrel blinked once or twice, brown eyes confused, and stared at the creatures under the tree.
Mostly younger beasts, a few barely out of dibbunhood..in other woods, easy fodder for whoever they were after. Lonas figured they'd seen a patrol of Blackstar's.
"G-great.."
...wrong person to ask?
I dunno. Prob'ly someone oughta go an' keep 'em outta trouble..
He considered going to find Regen for a moment, then decided against it. Last he'd seen, his brother was deep in a discussion with one of the masons..a rat by name of Jonah. They'd been saying something about escape tunnels.
Rippla wasn't around, and beside, he last beast they needed some impetuous squirreldibbun after. There wouldn't be enough left to bury when the Norse weasel was done with him.
Terragon would be busy, as well. The new hare, Lettuceleaf, might be of some help..but Lonas didn't have the slightest idea where he might be.
The squirrel cleared his throat and wandered over to the small group. There weren't many weapons left around them. A shrew passes the squirrel a light rapier, grinning.
"Ya must be comin'!"
"Um. Yeah. Let's..go?"
Lonas balanced the blade in one paw, frowning. No wonder the shrew had given it to him so readily..it was badly made, and Lonas wasn't a fighter anyway.
Maybe he could somehow alert the patrol to the would-be warriors' presence, and thus avoid getting them creamed. That would be okay.
He sighed, took the blade in his paw, and fetched a ring out of his pocket to hang the sword from his belt with. Looked like he was going, whether he liked it or not.

[MacDac]

BIC:**MacDac comes down from his tree, with a dirk in a seath, a long bow, and a quiver stuffed full of arrows. He eyes Lonas, who MacDac looks at rather oddly**
If you need some new weapons, I can go an' get dem for ya. I don't think that blade suits ya. Besides, I'm shore that you can use a blade far better den that one. I'm glad you've joined up with us. I don't think I could handle da situation alone.

OOC: As you can see, I've gone and done some editing on this post, do to some help given me from Tinsy Stormsight. Thanks for the advice Tinsy.

[Tinsy Stormsight]

OOC: Dude, you need to edit your post.
It would appear that you can't tell the difference between thinking and speaking..Lonas didn't actually say or do anything that would suggest that he has a problem with a bunch of people going out to get pwned. Therefore, nobody could possibly know that he does.
Assuming that everyone who does something might be completely gung-ho about it is stupid. Also is assuming that Lonas wants to play babysitter. He doesn't, but feels that it's his duty, since he is the only adult around.
Someone just gave him a weapon, which he didn't complain about to anyone. Therefore, it would be impossible for MacDac to know that Lonas was unsatisfied with it, and there is no reason for him to offer another. The point is doubly made by the fact that MacDac has no idea whether or not Lonas is carrying another weapon on him.
I never suggested that Lonas 'can't fight'. Actually, he can't, but it's more interesting to play him than Regen in a battle..also most likely, since Regen is busy with other things. Again, MacDac has no idea that Lonas can't fight...and it would be quite nonsensical and even rude to suggest that he might be unable. After all, MacDac himself would be insulted if Lonas were to say that MacDac couldn't fight, yes?
/I/ have nothing whatsoever about the name MacDac. I am rping. The fact that Lonas might not understand why somebeast would name their dibbun 'MacDac' does not mean I care whatsoever about it. The fact that a character of mine has an opinion does not mean I actually share it.
In fact, normally I'd just ignore you..however, being head captain here, I'm supposed to make sure those such as you turn into decent rpers.

[MacDac]

OOC:Umm, unless you have not yet realized, I'm the worst RPer ever. Okay, I'm going to try to edit the post, and I'm sorry about what I said.
Also, I'm not a dibbun. I'm 16(In this place.)

[Navi]

OOC: Hmm... you should probably work on your accent then. Not sure what it is?

BIC:
*A sturdy darkish brown ottermaid of 20 (just to get the age thing out in the open) had been wandering the settlement in search of something interesting. She was new around here and was not quite used to the different customs Terraluxians maintained. Navi amused herself by humming to herself and occasionally lending a hand to a struggling beast that would just happen to spill flour bags over the grass or such. She wasn't really meeting anyone, just getting acquainted with her new environment.

When she spotted a group of creatures assembling near a tree her curiosity was provoked; she shifted the strap that held her oar higher up on her back and strode over. She rolled her habit sleeves up and put her rough, work worn paws on hip and listened to the young squirrel systematize his hunting party. Navi thought this sounded like a good way to keep busy. She wouldn't call herself an aggresive fighter, just an 'OK' one who wouldn't mind knocking the teeth out of an offending vermin or two.*

[Tinsy Stormsight]

OOC: Yah, but y'were a dibbun once, an' it stands to reason that your parents named you..in which case, they named you 'MacDac Squirrel.'
But anyhow, glad to help. S' what I'm here for..as well as messing up plots, engaging in riotous behavior, drinking contests, duels, &c &c.

BIC:

Lonas studies this 'MacDac Squirrel' for a moment, slightly suprised by the younger squirrel's oddly respectful behavior. After a moment, the golden squirrel smiles and nods, passing the rapier back to its original owner.
"If ye've got one, I'd pr'fer a cutlass or shortsword, Mr. Squirrel."
Regen had tought him how to use a shortsword, although Lonas had predictably been horrible at it. Still, if worst came to worst, the ex-pirate would rather have the shortsword than a worn-out rapier.
Regen had attempted to teach Lonas with the shield, too, but Lonas hadn't been nearly strong enough to wield both at once..or, in fact, coordinated at once. His younger brother had given up after a while, pointedly noting that Lonas owed him a drink anyway.
He glances behind him at the new otter, smiles broadly in a typically friendly manner, and returns to listening to MacDac. After all, the best way to keep from getting killed was to know what you were doing in the first place.

[Robin Redflash]

*Robin was wondering around the village having only just return. She was feeling slightly bored. The young squirrelmaid wanders if when she left so did all the adventure in Terralux. Finally she sees a little gathering of creatures. A grin spreads across her face. Robin sidles on over to the group. She is dressed in her ordinary gear, a short, light green tunic with darker green trousers. A headband of green with her Sgin Dhu tucked in safely away. Around her waist is her black belt with her two rapiers, one new and shiny the other old and worn but still in working order.*

*Robin steps up to the beasts, she recognises none of them and so feels slightly nervous. She really has been gone too long. Well I better introduce myself she thinks.* Hi there I'm Robin Redflash and I'm just curious as to where you be off to and obviously if I can come along? *She pauses hoping she hasn't offended anyone as she seems to have a skill for that and waits expentantly looking at the squirrel who seems to be handing out the weapons.*

[MacDac]

OOC:Sorry for taking soooo long to reply. I've been busy doing other things.
I'm trying to make my accent somewhat northern and rogue-ish.

BIC:**MacDac nods to the new arrivals**
'Elcome to the 'unt.
**He looks at Robin**
If your curious as to what were a going to be doing, den let me explain: Were going 'unting. I've seen a band of vermin in da forest, so I've decided to lead the "troops"**motions his head to the other creatures**agains' da vermin.
**MacDac looks at the otter**
I'm' going to guess dat your Navi? A little bird told me dat you joined up in Terralux.If ya wan' ta join the 'unt, den your most welcome.
**MacDac looks at Lonas**
I'll go an' get you a cutlass an' a short sword. Any one else need a weapon before we ho 'unting? Ya won't be coming back for one once we get started, ya know!
**MacDac goes off to his tree, runs up, and comes back down holding a medium sized crate**
In 'ere, you'll find some good weapons dat I "stole" from some vermin. Dey were not in need of it after I "talked" wid dem.

[Fireclaw]

*Fireclaw the squrrile comes around.* Is it to late to join this quest? *He says.*



Fireclaw

[MacDac]

**MacDac smiled at the squirrel.**
Course der's room fer you. We won't be going on the quest until I've got da go ahead from 'igh up.

OOC: Meaning Tinsy has done doing the:
messing up plots, engaging in riotous behavior, drinking contests, duels, &c &c.

Once that's all done, we can start for real.

[Fireclaw]

OCC thank a lot mate.

*Fireclaw grins.* Thanks mate sorry I am late.


FIreclaw