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Hush Hush
winterwhisker
POSTS :: 20
Played By :: Rum
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BORN :: 9/9/2017
CLASS :: scout
GENDER :: agender
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: 1
STR :: -1
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PER :: 1
DEX :: 2
CON :: 0
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Post by Hush Hush on Oct 9, 2017 21:35:25 GMT -5
This was what Hush Hush lived for. This was their purpose and their little heart bustled with pride and excitement as a result. This was their first real adventure, their first real way to prove to themself and their clan that a scout is what a Winterwhisker could make, and no better sneak there could be to serve the clan’s needs. After all, it only made sense to leave a Winterwhisker to find what a Winterwhisker desires! The moment word was passed along that ol' Caning Awl would be dispatching groups to go find the pieces for the Hound, Hush Hush was one of the first to slip and slide and arrive before the elder. The normally apathetic, indifferent, and occasionally quite lazy mouse was panting heavily and bowing reverently. Young as they were, there was a lingering moment of doubt crawling around Hush’s belly until the blue mouse was plucking the goodies from their *Uncle. Smiling broadly with a huge sigh of relief, Hush stowed the parcels in their pack and kicked off. Of course, Hush liked to think they were not an entirely daft or foolish mouse. While “pup” they may still be called, there was a mind rattling around in this noggin of theirs and a ferocious intellect they did in fact possess. Slinking like a proper fiend this far had been exhilarating, but now… Now Hush surveyed the path to the backyard of the Farmhouse with a roguish tenacity. Ah… here there be cats. And surely a few other members of this hound party.
*Uncle used as a generic term of endearment towards an older Winterwhisker. Please feel free to join! More the merrier! Maevemora Buckwheat Amaryllis (I think I tagged all the folks interested initially!) Gained 2 Fruit Jerkies and 1 Healing Salve.
Last Edit: Oct 9, 2017 21:45:55 GMT -5 by Hush Hush
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Buckwheat
woodtail
POSTS :: 27
Played By :: Briar
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BORN :: June 24, 2017
CLASS :: forager
GENDER :: buck
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: 0
STR :: 0
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PER :: 2
DEX :: 1
CON :: -1
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Post by Buckwheat on Oct 9, 2017 22:45:57 GMT -5
 And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain
❧
A task of foraging and collecting items for the effigy? Now this was something he could get behind, especially since he was sober and not nursing a headache or stomachache caused by too much merriment. No, he was clear-headed and ready to take on an adventure. That was the reason he sought out Ole Caning Awl to get his supplies which he hurriedly shoved into his pack. The healing salve and the jerky could prove useful in a pinch but he always had a knack for sniffing out things along the trail and he doubted this time would be any different. He could hear his mom's voice in his ear now, telling him what was safe and what was not to eat. Ah, all those lessons still stuck strong with him today. He would show his zealousness and ability to collect what was needed. After all, it was always a Woodtail's touch that everyone needed, even if they didn't know it.
After collecting his supplies he rushed back quickly to his den to snatch up his bow and arrows as well as his sword which he tied to his waist with a piece of string. There! He was all ready to go! Away he scurried to the old farmhouse where the quest would begin. He wondered who was gathered there already? Willhearts ready for a brawl? Winterwhiskers eager to prove their stuff? Or perhaps more Woodtails like himself that were ready for a good forage? His thoughts were curious and eager to see his companions as he wanted not to go it alone. What he saw when he got there was certainly not what he was expecting...
There, waiting and eager, was the blue-furred beauty from the Mousequerade. With paws on his thin hips he wandered right up with a lazy smile on his face. "Well well well, look what the cat dragged in..." He paused as if deliberating something very important before rattling off, "Or would 'fox' be more appropriate?" His words were light, teasing as he took a place near Hush Hush. Was this one to be one of his companions? He certainly hoped so, a familiar face was always nice.
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Maevemora
willheart
POSTS :: 20
Played By :: Fira
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BORN :: 12/06/2016
CLASS :: scuffler
GENDER :: doe
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: -1
STR :: 2
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PER :: 0
DEX :: 0
CON :: 1
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Post by Maevemora on Oct 10, 2017 12:52:25 GMT -5
Maevemora had rested sufficiently from her time at the Mousequerade. She often didn’t need much rest, as she’d been through so much in her ten months of life that she’d gotten used to difficulties. So, time needed to rest after a party wasn’t even an issue. She’d already gone to Caning Awl to get her supplies, and so was on her way to the dog run. She marched with proficiency, as always, and reached her destination relatively quickly. There, she stopped in her tracks, blinking, surprised to see two mice already there. And one of them was the mouse whom she’d met two days ago, the morning of the Mousequerade.
Maeve approached the two other mice, calling out a, “Hail,” so that they would — hopefully — not be surprised by her coming. It seemed she would not be going out alone, which was a good thing. Only, she always worried about other colonykin, who were not as big and tough as her. Still… She’d underestimated Pumpkin and still had a sore spot on her head from the wallop he’d given her in the tussle ring. A small grin flashed across her face as she thought about it. Most of her resting from the Mousequerade had been nursing that sore spot. No. She thought it best now not to judge people for their size. She was sure these two could do some good damage if their quest came to that.
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Amaryllis
wheatnose
POSTS :: 7
Played By :: Asgard
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BORN :: 8/13/17
CLASS :: horticulturist
GENDER :: doe
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: 0
STR :: 1
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PER :: -1
DEX :: 0
CON :: 2
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Post by Amaryllis on Oct 12, 2017 2:26:02 GMT -5
Oh, goodness, she was running late, wasn't she? And normally she was so punctual, too. But, oh, she was quite nervous and excited and that had made it rather difficult to get everything sorted that she would need. After all, she had to make sure she had room to carry her supplies and anything that she found to bring back with her. It wasn't every day that a meager Wheatnose got to go out foraging, after all. She had to make sure she did the most absolute best job she could. Finally, after she had everything she needed and had gotten her instructions from the old Winterwhisker, Amaryllis made her way to the grand starting point of this momentous journey, skittering to a stop among a trio of other mice. One of whom was positively huge. "Good day, good day. Would you mind terribly if I accompanied you?" To go it alone was ludicrous, to be sure, especially for one so small as she. Maevemora Hush Hush Buckwheat
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Hush Hush
winterwhisker
POSTS :: 20
Played By :: Rum
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BORN :: 9/9/2017
CLASS :: scout
GENDER :: agender
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: 1
STR :: -1
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PER :: 1
DEX :: 2
CON :: 0
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Post by Hush Hush on Oct 12, 2017 12:39:08 GMT -5
"The only thing we're missing is a crow, aren't we?" They remarked, a grin surfacing gradually and blooming fully. Amusement trickled into their voice and the blue mouse could not deny the little bit of pleasure that was inherent to familiarity. Someone a mouse knew was someone a mouse could develop trust with. Even if the Mousquerade's Diewell had proven as sly and clever as any minx with their words, Hush Hush did not doubt the buck had some talent with their hands and feet, too. The bow on the fellow's back remained a source of envy for Hush, but greed was not a befitting emotion to harbor. Instead, they smiled, offering a handshake to best express both the Winterwhisker's delight in seeing Buckwheat again and their new-found camaraderie. They? They would be thick as thieves today. And soon the other bandits arrived, too! Hush Hush's tail rolled leisurely, twirling languidly left and right in a relaxed, leisurely rhythm. The sound of another approaching earned their attention. Another expression of recognition came across Hush's face, another smile greeting Maevemora the Soldier, the one that could be so much more should she ever desire. "Maevemora! Not too sore from yesterday?" The tone was teasing, playful, and suprirsingly honest. Warmth replaced the sharpness one would expect should Hush have meant something malicious as they offered her a handshake as well. Better companions could not be found, even if, a piece of Hush Hush wondered if the stars had aligned fatefully. Here there was one Woodtail, one Willheart, one Winterwhisker, and... Why, the pretty little doe that approached in a stylish bonnet looked just like a Wheatnose! Captivated by the garments the wee mouse wore, Hush Hush's pursed lips parted soon after the other spoke. "It wouldn't be a good day at all if we turned you away, don't you two think?" Glancing from Buckwheat to Maevemora, Hush Hush extended an invitation to the unnamed doe with youthful eargerness. More was merrier, wasn't it? Buckwheat Maevemora Amaryllis
Last Edit: Oct 12, 2017 18:15:55 GMT -5 by Hush Hush
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Adagio
administrator
POSTS :: 126
Played By :: Adagio (Me!)
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BORN :: 11.01.1993
CLASS :: scout
GENDER :: doe
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VIT :: 100/100
INT :: 100
STR :: 100
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PER :: 100
DEX :: 100
CON :: 100
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Post by Adagio on Oct 12, 2017 21:09:29 GMT -5
Caning Awl has informed you all of your destination - the old dog run to the southeast, across the backyard. It's a dangerous journey - takes some 24 hours to make intelligently. Where you all stand now, you can see it. In the distance the dog run looms, crouched low to the horizon, dark and stinking of hounds, but a wide yard stands in your way. The overgrown grasses of the yard itself will provide cover from hawk eyes, but there is a patio halfway across with dangerous stretches of bare brick. You can hear the creek trickling somewhere to the north, but it isn't anywhere in sight, and will add some hours to reach. There's no sign of danger yet, but a wise mouse is watchful.
I will allow some time skipping here so we can get to the knotty gritty, but there is still a journey to make. Choose your path, and have a leader of your choosing make a perception roll to see if you're able to cross the yard without complications. Good luck, little ones!
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Buckwheat
woodtail
POSTS :: 27
Played By :: Briar
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BORN :: June 24, 2017
CLASS :: forager
GENDER :: buck
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: 0
STR :: 0
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PER :: 2
DEX :: 1
CON :: -1
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Post by Buckwheat on Oct 12, 2017 22:32:56 GMT -5
And while you are sitting indoors
waiting for the storm to pass
I will be outside dancing in the rain
❧
"Perhaps if we wait long enough one will show." A grin matching his companions formed on his face as he let out a little laugh. Ah yes, just as with the party they would get along swimmingly well here. He took the offered paw and shook it jovially, pleased as punch to be paired with such a mouse. Though it seemed they were not alone for long. It was not a crow that showed but someone instead who was just as welcome. It was the mouse that fought the other in the arena at the party, the bit burly guy who he could now see was a lady. One could never go wrong with brawn, especially on these types of missions. Maevemora it seemed her name was. "Well howdy there. Glad to have ya." He greeted with his lazy smile. Before he could say more though another mouse showed up... A tiny dot of a mouse. She was absolutely adorable with her tiny little hat. Forever the gentleman, and the flirt, he gave a bow and a little pleased sway of his tail. "I think you're quite right, Hush. Why would we ever turn you away? The more the merrier!" And then he was straightening and taking a look at the party of mice. The brawn, the scout, and the tiny little dot (Could she be speedy? Something he would have to see later.), did they have what it took to complete this mission? Ha! As if he was even questioning such a thing. They would get the items they needed... or die trying. He gave a gleeful laugh before turning away to look ahead towards their destination. This would certainly be fun...
He rubbed his paws together, eager to get the mission under way. "Whelp, I think it's about time we set out. Eh, guys?" He didn't think himself as much of a leader but he was a forager born and bred. So he figured that he should at least take charge on taking a look about to see if the coast was clear for them to go. "I'll take a little look and a sniff and make sure it's okay for us to go across." He glanced back once at the group before scurrying forward and a bit ahead, ears lifted and nose sniffling to catch the scent of anything that might be lurking.
sBjC3JRn1-20 +2 for perception I couldn't get it to work in the dice code, I'm sorry
Any complications?
1-20+2
Last Edit: Oct 12, 2017 22:38:12 GMT -5 by Buckwheat
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Adagio
administrator
POSTS :: 126
Played By :: Adagio (Me!)
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BORN :: 11.01.1993
CLASS :: scout
GENDER :: doe
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VIT :: 100/100
INT :: 100
STR :: 100
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PER :: 100
DEX :: 100
CON :: 100
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Post by Adagio on Oct 13, 2017 8:47:50 GMT -5
Though there is always the silhouette of the dog run on the horizon to guide you, finding your way proves more difficult than one might've anticipated. Though you see no danger, it's difficult to be sure what lurks in the long grass, and the fear of what might appear looms heavy. Worse still, the yard is littered with fallen leaves that crunch vindictively under every footstep - even the foot of a mouse. Once the shortest path to take, the straight line across the yard becomes a meandering one of obstacle avoidance, lest you make too much noise. The hours crawl by and here at the height of the day, you should be more than halfway, yet you haven't even reached the patio. And perhaps it is simply the building fear of accidentally stepping on that one traitorous leaf that may give you away, but something... something inside you feels watched. It would be bad to be caught in the grass after sundown with nowhere to hide.
Your trek is taking much longer than you planned for and it is already late afternoon with not much progress to show for it. You're close to the patio now, which at least offers a few places for a mouse to bunk down when night comes and the cats are hungry. At your current pace, you could bed there safely for the night, consuming an extra ration on the morrow. Or you could abandon the careful pace and rush to get to the dog run in time, abandoning the chance to rest. What will you do, little ones?
Last Edit: Oct 13, 2017 19:19:30 GMT -5 by Adagio
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Maevemora
willheart
POSTS :: 20
Played By :: Fira
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BORN :: 12/06/2016
CLASS :: scuffler
GENDER :: doe
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: -1
STR :: 2
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PER :: 0
DEX :: 0
CON :: 1
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Post by Maevemora on Oct 13, 2017 19:12:17 GMT -5
The group was not doing as well as Maeve hoped they would, though she didn’t think, as a guard, that it was her place to decide how well anyone was doing anything. So she remained silent. As usual. Still, she worried about their safety as they continued, and as the sun lowered in the sky and they were not yet even to the patio. If it came to it, Maeve would go without food the next morning. She’d done so before when the colony was going through a tough time. She glanced at the smallest among them, a Wheatnose, and decided that, of all of them, that little one probably needed the most food. Or perhaps Hush Hush. They were just a pup.
Maeve let out a small worried noise in the back of her throat, kind of like a gruff sigh, but kept her mouth shut. She was not in charge. She would follow orders unless doing so would get them all killed. But still. She worried.
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Amaryllis
wheatnose
POSTS :: 7
Played By :: Asgard
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BORN :: 8/13/17
CLASS :: horticulturist
GENDER :: doe
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VIT :: 5/5
INT :: 0
STR :: 1
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PER :: -1
DEX :: 0
CON :: 2
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Post by Amaryllis on Oct 16, 2017 19:13:07 GMT -5
This was taking an awfully long time and goodness if Amaryllis didn't blame herself for it. After all, she'd been so very late to meet up with this group and she had really no reason to be a part of it. She was only a small little Wheatnose and oh, she should have stayed with her vegetables and ignored the curious yen to go on an adventure and be helpful. Feeding the colony was helpful, silly little mouse.
They weren't lost, she knew. After all, how could one get lost on a journey to something so large that it filled the horizon, but it was such slow going. There was so much to navigate around and it would be dark soon and she did so wish she could be of more use. Maybe...hmm...she was not strong or very very smart, but she was quite fast. Maybe she could zip ahead, just a little bit and try to find the clearest way?
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(Rolling for Swift)
lhBXt5xM1d20+21d20+2
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Adagio
administrator
POSTS :: 126
Played By :: Adagio (Me!)
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BORN :: 11.01.1993
CLASS :: scout
GENDER :: doe
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VIT :: 100/100
INT :: 100
STR :: 100
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PER :: 100
DEX :: 100
CON :: 100
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Post by Adagio on Oct 16, 2017 21:05:28 GMT -5
In your rush to move ahead, Amaryllis, watchful eyes spot you. All is still silent, and then - the song of an arrow.
Action Roll SgN1ZKr21d20-1
Damage Roll 1d3
With a long, near-silent whistle of air and then a THUNK! Amaryllis is hit with a crude, ugly arrow crafted from a stick.
The group is now in battle. Post order is strict during battle. In the coming round, everyone will post once and then I will reply with what the NPCs do. The order that you post in for this first round of battle will be the order that you all continue to post in until the combat has ended. If someone takes more than 48 hours to post, it will be assumed that their character did not do anything and the next person may go. Fight! 1d20-1·1d3
Last Edit: Oct 16, 2017 21:06:03 GMT -5 by Adagio
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