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Post by Tydan on Jul 12, 2010 1:24:30 GMT -5
With the sun casting surreal shadows formed from branches and foilage overhead, Dutch grunted and stood up straight. A large carved post stood before a clearing with a stream trickling briskly across stones, soil and waterstalks. With a temporary rich green pigment, an odd script was written downwards within indentations along the post. N ø y t r a l i t e t He simply gazed out over the clearing with a sigh, this was definately out of character for him; but he simply didn't care. Despite his long trek across the island, he experienced things he had thought he would've escaped. It was everywhere, and made him sick to the stomach. The idea had come to him from tales he had heard as a dibbun. A place of neutrality held together the chaos of his homeland. A place with and without laws. No Segregation, no Discrimination, no Hatred and No Threat to one another. No death. Though, He couldn't help but sigh. He rubbed his forehead and plopped himself down on his rear to lean back against the post. Dutch was satisfied that it hadn't budged, all of those hours of digging and carving proved that the post would stay secure like a tree. But that was just one thing. The Neutral city of his homeland had been set and bound into place from hundreds of years of simple existance. It had its own government, its own enforcers to keep its ideals in place. Nøytralitet was only an idea with a minor materialistic aspect at the present time, and only one rat with a small pretty little dagger. He kept himself confident though, as he would definitely have to change his character from this point onward for this to work. He had noted every bit of surprise and the reactions he would get from his simple presence. He was big, intimidatingly so. And Dutch figured it would probably be his best bet to exploit it for this all to work. If he succeeded, Nøytralitet would be a place for the 'Goodbeasts' and 'Vermin' of the woods to come to meet, to barter, to converse all on even terms without the threat of sticking a knife in each other to put a point across. But for now, Nøytralitet is no more than a concept, and Dutch would need as much help as he could manage to get this place started. But for now, The rat simply picked up a sturdy forked branch and began raking the ground in a single line. A foundation needed to be made.
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Post by Dartpaw on Jul 12, 2010 4:56:19 GMT -5
Oooooohhhh..... that sounds cool! A settlement where Vermin and Woodlanders can live in peace? That would be fun to RP in. (If you need an able builder I can join in whenever you're ready)
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Post by Tydan on Jul 12, 2010 9:07:07 GMT -5
(I'm ready whenever , Builders or spreaders of the word is all good. )
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Post by iolana on Jul 12, 2010 10:09:58 GMT -5
A light breeze stirred the trees, rattling the leaves into a cacophony of whisperings and rakings. Several birds chirped in the distance. She stood still -- Tanneth Turcotte, a hare of Salamandastron but not of the Long Patrol -- and put her ears up, looking around herself slowly. She wasn't used to being in such a large forest; the trees closed in everything around her, muting the sounds and hiding the sights she strained to detect, showing her a different world entirely than what she had expected upon coming here.
When she had first entered Mossflower wood the day before, the change in scenery had been pleasant, cheery even. Spending the night in the inky darkness of a forest had quickly eradicated that image, and put Tanneth on her guard more than she had ever been in her life. She was travelling this way on her own -- an assertion of independence, needing to show everybeast that she could and would be able to take care of herself -- visiting distant family on the outskirts of the forest, several days' trek east of Redwall Abbey. The idea for the adventure had come about when one of her friends' youngest siblings had joined the Long Patrol, and Tanneth realized just how far behind her peers were leaving her. She hadn't even asked permission from her badgerlord; she had simply told her parents where she was going and left, all in one morning.
Now she wished she hadn't been so brash about the whole affair. The only weapon she had with her was her sling, and she knew she wasn't any good with it. She didn't fancy a boxing match with the local vermin, either.
The breeze quit itself quicker than it had started up, and Tanneth was able to hear water. At last! Where there was water, there might be watercress, a great favorite of hers and an even greater rarity at Salamandastron. She loped toward the sound and eventually came upon a small stream. The trees weren't as dense around it, and Tanneth became increasingly cheerful as she dropped her little haversack and stooped to drink. There was no watercress, but she splashed about in the stream anyway, and then followed it south, enjoying the feeling of water on her footpaws as she sloshed along the bankside.
[[OOC - .....I wrote a novel. >.> Tanneth is on her way to Nøytralitet, though she doesn't know it. Woohoo!]]
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Post by Tydan on Jul 12, 2010 10:22:27 GMT -5
(The plot is whatever we make it to be, along with the ending. I hate static Roleplays so it really comes down to whoever intends on interacting with it. Anyone is welcome, Violent or not As for the location. I'm imagining it to be directly south of Redwall, The clearing provides a veiw of that double topped oak often mentioned in the books to direct travellers to the abbey so it'd be in a relitively close proximity, to an extent anyway. I'll be illustrating a map soon!)
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Post by Tydan on Jul 12, 2010 11:27:32 GMT -5
Dutch paused to wipe his brow, flicking droplets of sweat from his forehead and from his ears. Despite the lovely shade and the natural cooling of air from the stream, the sun still managed to pierce through and roast the rat. It definitely didn't help that he had been working so vigorously to get the clearing set. The once jagged tips of the branch began to round themselves off as he dug them through the ground, splitting earth and parting the grass to form guidelines for paths; the outer lines of the soon-to-be settlement and some foundation lines to begin on construction.
Growing up in Skoghjem, Dutch had part in the erection of the simple log-structured homes that formed the area and had a good enough idea to get started. By himself, it would take him a good deal of time to construct, but he was confident enough that someone would come in by interest, curiosity or mistake. And hopefully lend a paw or two.
It just come down to getting adequate tools. Dutch stopped once more to look off to the collection he had helped himself to from unsuspecting Guosim shrews further south in the area. But they were worn and crude, more set to carve out their boats than cutting and setting logs for a building or two. A couple rounded axes to fall a tree, a planing board to flatten a surface and a feeble saw that saw more time sitting in the damp floor of a Guosim toolboat than actual use. It could probably hold off to cut a couple lengths of lumber, but not much more.
Dutch grumbled to himself, mouthing a few vulgarities in his native tongue as he removed his vest and tunic to air out on a branch, it wouldn't hurt to rest his feet and bathe for a bit. The large rat sought out a deep recess in the streams bed and submerged himself, might as well take this time to do a bit of planning as well.
Or a nap.
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Post by Dartpaw on Jul 13, 2010 7:43:23 GMT -5
A squirrel was watching the tired rat from the bushes. "What on earth is he doing?' This squirrel was unique. He had a slightly mean side not because he had a bad upbringing but because he actually wanted one just to make a statement. He didn't like the happy cutesy peaceful life of the woodlanders but he hated vermin. Everybeast has hate both vermin and woodlanders it's only natural. But the place where he was from it was like ("Barney") Everyone just acted nice and sweet and snuggly to each-other and no-one ever did anything wrong. They said it was paradise... he thought it was hell... (The settlement was built against evil and vermin but went too far with their ideals.) He tried to act out to be different but he wouldn't even get in trouble. They'd just say. 'Are you being silly? We don't act like that now help make dinner.' He went to the point of smashing a plate against the wall just in desperation for somebeast to get angry. 'Look at this mess, I'll clean it up go and play Gregory' He screamed!! 'Is something wrong?' He ran away from home hoping to find some sanity in the world where he wouldn't become a mindless drone immune to negative thoughts or emotions. Couldn't he be a woodlander with at least some hate in him? He went across the country... across the sea... to another land.... across that land and another sea.... and ended up in Mossflower. He was a young squirrel Gregory G. Alastair. He just prefers Greg or his recent Nickname Munch. Anyway he dyed his left ear green to stand out. As he finished thinking see couldn't see Dutch anywhere. 'He'll come back later' And continued watching and then laid on the grass looking at the sky.
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Post by iolana on Jul 13, 2010 13:18:45 GMT -5
Tanneth didn't cease her splashing walk until almost high noontide. A hare simply cannot go without food for any stretch of time, and this chubby haremaiden had no plans to stint herself. She was just bemoaning her lack of watercress to herself, and wishing she'd saved some of the wild lettuce she'd found upon entering the forest the day before, when the stream began to broaden slightly, deepening as it curved through and around what appeared to be a sizable clearing ahead. Tanneth moved to the edge of the streambed, keeping to the shallows, and thought a clearing might be a nice place to find some vittles. She stopped short, however, when she spotted what appeared to be long post with writing on it. Scrambling out of the stream, Tanneth bounded over to it. N ø y t r a l i t e t
"Noh-- nu-- noytralierthingummy?" she asked aloud. "And wot's that s'posed t'mean, anywa...." she trailed off, belatedly noticing somebeast in the stream, almost close enough to reach. Ears and fur on end, Tanneth jumped backwards in a stumbling zig-zag, teeth bared. She struggled with the sling tied around her waist, shouting, "Hey, rat! Wot d'you think you're jolly well doin', eh?" Laying in wait for defenseless travelers, no doubt. Vermin, vermin, vermin.... and now she was away from the stream, she had no pebbles with which to load her sling. Tanneth cursed her stupidity. Of course something like this would happen! Why wouldn't it? The land was crawling with vermin, everybeast knew that. What kind of fool wandered about unknown land without being ready for a scrap or two? The Long Patrol would never have made such a silly mistake. And this particular specimin of vermin was a real example, the biggest rat she had ever seen. At least he appeared to be as unprepared as she was, laying about in the water.
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Post by Tydan on Jul 13, 2010 13:52:33 GMT -5
With his arms outstretched, he rose from the stream with a lazy yawn, turning to regard the rabbit with a look of curiosity. "What am I doing?" He asked, rising up to shake himself off and wipe moisture from his fur. "I'm taking a bath, What are you doing?" he retorted, quirking a brow to add on to the bluntness.
The big rat didn't seem to appear hostile in any way for the moment, all he did at that point was simply reach out for his clothing to redress himself. Both arms disappeared into thin cream sleeves and his ruddy vest. Within it his dagger was concealed, just in case the rabbit decided to pull off something.
"Welcome to Nøytralitet."
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Post by iolana on Jul 14, 2010 19:48:02 GMT -5
Tanneth, though slightly put off by the rat's cool response, did not drop her guard. She remained where she was while he spoke, but scurried around sideways to the stream when he stood. Now she could throw rocks. Or use her sling. Yeah, the sling was the better bet. Maybe.
And her best chance to hit and run would be while he was occupied redressing. Or it would have been, if Tanneth could bring herself to attack a beast that hadn't yet shown they could defend their self; and the whole situation became rather awkward when it came right down to the fact that she'd just interrupted another beast's bath. Interrupting baths was definitely not the done thing at Salamandastron. ...What kind of vermin bathed, anyway?
"What are you doing?"
"Hah! Y'd like to know, wouldn't ye!" Tanneth felt around in the stream, quickly wrapping her pawtips around a smooth, largish river pebble. She didn't lift it, but held herself ready to throw if need be. Not that a small rock would do much to such a large rat. Or even a small one. Curses! Time for plan B.
"I'll have you know I'm a great warrior of Salamandastron," she crowed while he dressed, attempting to imitate the cold, righteous look she often saw Patrol officers making and not stare rudely at the same time. "The Mountain of the Fire Lizard, the blinkin' headquarters of the Long Patrol, the flippin' home to the great and fated badgerlord! Don't think y'can get anythin' by me, laddie rat, cos I know what I'm doing!" A pause. No, that couldn't possibly have come out as ridiculous-sounding as it had. She added quickly: "Wot's Nøytralitet s'posed to be, anyway? Some kinda vermin code?"
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