The foxes
left the inn in good cheer. The locals had fed them many warm and tasty
treats and the good company and drinks had warmed them, and now they
hitched their collars up and walked face first into the last rain coming
from the North.
"So, they have paid us to rid them of a highwayman while travelling North?" The knight enquired, swinging his ax onto his shoulder.
"It would appear so," the ranger vixen chuckled under her breath, "cash in advance too,".
"What's the description of this miscrent?" the heavily armoured knight enquired.
"Red coat, purple waistcoat, tall, fox, in a French-cocked hat," the rogue retorted, flipping his shield onto his back. "Bit of a dandy, even wears white makeup in a stripe across his nose"
The heavily scarred mage looked at the agent, and then there was a quiet 'OOF!' as she elbowed her in the ribs, "Did they not notice our garb as we dined?"
From behind a pulled up red collar, with a flash of purple visible, the rouge grinned a sharp-toothed grin, "Inns, always a bit dark and dingy."
"What you are saying," the warrior grinned, leaning on his spear, "is that we are being paid to collect one of our field agents and 'arrest' them by co-optting them into our gang."
"Exactly!" and the dark mage started laughing, a full belly laugh, of someone who knew they had just been paid twice for the same job.
"A highwayman," the ranger grinned, "who came up with that cover-story?"
The agent smiled back, "it allows us to get all sorts of information, and move on quickly too."
"And gets to check for important documents, and earns some cash on the side..."
"So, they have paid us to rid them of a highwayman while travelling North?" The knight enquired, swinging his ax onto his shoulder.
"It would appear so," the ranger vixen chuckled under her breath, "cash in advance too,".
"What's the description of this miscrent?" the heavily armoured knight enquired.
"Red coat, purple waistcoat, tall, fox, in a French-cocked hat," the rogue retorted, flipping his shield onto his back. "Bit of a dandy, even wears white makeup in a stripe across his nose"
The heavily scarred mage looked at the agent, and then there was a quiet 'OOF!' as she elbowed her in the ribs, "Did they not notice our garb as we dined?"
From behind a pulled up red collar, with a flash of purple visible, the rouge grinned a sharp-toothed grin, "Inns, always a bit dark and dingy."
"What you are saying," the warrior grinned, leaning on his spear, "is that we are being paid to collect one of our field agents and 'arrest' them by co-optting them into our gang."
"Exactly!" and the dark mage started laughing, a full belly laugh, of someone who knew they had just been paid twice for the same job.
"A highwayman," the ranger grinned, "who came up with that cover-story?"
The agent smiled back, "it allows us to get all sorts of information, and move on quickly too."
"And gets to check for important documents, and earns some cash on the side..."
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"Are you sure we were meant to meet her here?" The fox rogue
blew a water droplet off his nose. The fire in the glade was guttering
in the persistent rain, and the Fox Force was getting tired of just
sitting around, in teh rain, waiting for something-anything-to happen. Silently, a sixth fox slunk out the shadows, a brace of pistols
glinted at her waist. Winking at the rest of the foxes as she passed by,
she sniffed the air and put a paw to her lips in the shhh sign.
Recognising her instantly as one of their more experiemced agents, the
Merkian foxes looked quizzically at each other as she silently headed for a bush
on the other side of the glade.
A rustle from the bushes sparks her into animation and she leaps into action. Her speed and ferocity is jaw dropping, pistols drawn, she spies then fires on her quarry, who squeals, then surrenders, noisily.
"Good to see you, sister," the mage grins as the Vixen pulls a quivering mole from the bushes by the scruff of his jerkin. "I feared we would not meet up."
"You really need to be more careful, having a mole in your camp could lead to all sorts of information about the mission being leaked!" The vixen quickly cuffs the mole's wrists, and leads him away, "I will see you as soon as I claim the bounty on this one, he's notorious!"
A rustle from the bushes sparks her into animation and she leaps into action. Her speed and ferocity is jaw dropping, pistols drawn, she spies then fires on her quarry, who squeals, then surrenders, noisily.
"Good to see you, sister," the mage grins as the Vixen pulls a quivering mole from the bushes by the scruff of his jerkin. "I feared we would not meet up."
"You really need to be more careful, having a mole in your camp could lead to all sorts of information about the mission being leaked!" The vixen quickly cuffs the mole's wrists, and leads him away, "I will see you as soon as I claim the bounty on this one, he's notorious!"
As the
force moved out of the township, and dawn broke over the 'Medusa's
Head', a figure stole up to them out of the dark. A fox rogue, fresh
back from tracking.
"I've located that gang, they are camped about a mile and half north, in an abandoned quarry." The fifth fox whispered. "Still resting when I left them, only one guard, alseep at his post, permanantly."
"Excellent, boxed in, let's earn some favour!" The well dressed fox knight hefted his axe.
"I think they will have a few nightmares first.." The mage grinned evily from under her mask.
A fine, foxy fellow, in a good pose
Ready for action
Or to cause trouble!
"I've located that gang, they are camped about a mile and half north, in an abandoned quarry." The fifth fox whispered. "Still resting when I left them, only one guard, alseep at his post, permanantly."
"Excellent, boxed in, let's earn some favour!" The well dressed fox knight hefted his axe.
"I think they will have a few nightmares first.." The mage grinned evily from under her mask.
A fine, foxy fellow, in a good pose
Ready for action
Or to cause trouble!
Late night in the 'Medusa's Head', a staging inn just south of Northymbrian bad lands, various locals cosseted in stalls while visiting travellers made use of the welcome facilities as one of the last safe houses before the anarchy of the North. Candles were guttering, while the fire burnt low. At an ancient piano, a veiled fox slowly picked out a tune, like she was remembering it from a past life.
Another fox was
playing darts with the local hedgehogs, who definitely had the advantage
- throwing themselves at the board scored much higher than the fox's
three darts, but he was taking it in good humour. Two others were
sitting, nursing cups of wine and the last morsels of fine treats that
they had paid for from the bar. One was finely dressed, wearing matching
reds and purples to pianist's robes. The other wore down to earth
clothing, but in matching shades. They talked in hushed tones, smiling
at their travelling companions at times.
"It's good to see your sister trying to play again, not seen that since..."
A gust of wind pushed open the main door, lightning flashed in an ominous way as they dragging a wounded party member as the local patrol squeltched in, wringing their cloaks and hanging weapons. Local patrols were frequent here, often creatured by keen young rabbits and mice, keeping the peace along the tollroad.
"The road North is not safe!" A mouse moaned as he placed a mace on bar, "A raiding party, about ten strong, a mole, couple of voles and a wildcat, took us apart. Definitely going to have to close down the North Road for a few days. Any healers in?"
The wounded mouse was propped up onto a table, his arm obviously smashed. The rest of the watch party took eagerly proffered drinks, and looked round at the travellers who all suddenldy had important things to look at on their tables, such a wine labels and graffitti on scratched on tables.
The fox at the piano stood up, and gracefully moved over, her veil whispering in the breeze almost louder than her hoarse voice, "No, but let me look?"
Her paw glowed, she whispered to the mouse, and he fell back quietly into a slumber on the table, seemingly at peace.
"What did you do?" the lead mouse asked.
"Removed his fear so he can rest and sleep until a healer comes, I will store that for later use." A ball of green light flickered between her claws as if she was playing with it then was absorbed. She drifted over to the other two seated vulpines.
"You really should not use that here, it will reveal you." The well dressed fox grinned sarcastically.
Two of the watch party walked past, "They say a great witch walked past earier, gaurded by escorts from the Mercian court, on some mission to the badlands," one uttred to an important rabbit on a nearby table, "maybe we could send a sparrow to track her down and ask her to assist?"
"If she is who the legends suggest, her magic isn't healing. She is very dark, they say she is heavily scared after tangling with a necromancer gang many moons ago as they tried to twist her from the path of darkness to the path of death. She demolished them, and has hated them ever since"
The veiled fox turned to the table, and lifted her veil, "Gentlefolks, you are better not to gossip about those in your presence!" The bar fell quiet, apart from a few whispered swear words as people gasped at her scarred and torn face. "I am sorry my magic does not suit your needs, but your friend will be restored. My escorts and I will be heading North in the morning. The road will be cleared shortly afterwards. Brother, buy these young fellows all another round, they deserve it." Reaching into her pouch, she put on a white half mask that covered her wound, and returned to the piano, where a more jaunty tune shortly started to be heard.
The bodyguards: a rogue, a warrior and a ranger. Their colours match their mistresses.
Does that sound like the start of a bad joke!
The whole gang
There's not much change from 350 pennies in Burrows and badgers on these, just need a witness to oversee their Freebeasts equipment rolls.
"It's good to see your sister trying to play again, not seen that since..."
A gust of wind pushed open the main door, lightning flashed in an ominous way as they dragging a wounded party member as the local patrol squeltched in, wringing their cloaks and hanging weapons. Local patrols were frequent here, often creatured by keen young rabbits and mice, keeping the peace along the tollroad.
"The road North is not safe!" A mouse moaned as he placed a mace on bar, "A raiding party, about ten strong, a mole, couple of voles and a wildcat, took us apart. Definitely going to have to close down the North Road for a few days. Any healers in?"
The wounded mouse was propped up onto a table, his arm obviously smashed. The rest of the watch party took eagerly proffered drinks, and looked round at the travellers who all suddenldy had important things to look at on their tables, such a wine labels and graffitti on scratched on tables.
The fox at the piano stood up, and gracefully moved over, her veil whispering in the breeze almost louder than her hoarse voice, "No, but let me look?"
Her paw glowed, she whispered to the mouse, and he fell back quietly into a slumber on the table, seemingly at peace.
"What did you do?" the lead mouse asked.
"Removed his fear so he can rest and sleep until a healer comes, I will store that for later use." A ball of green light flickered between her claws as if she was playing with it then was absorbed. She drifted over to the other two seated vulpines.
"You really should not use that here, it will reveal you." The well dressed fox grinned sarcastically.
Two of the watch party walked past, "They say a great witch walked past earier, gaurded by escorts from the Mercian court, on some mission to the badlands," one uttred to an important rabbit on a nearby table, "maybe we could send a sparrow to track her down and ask her to assist?"
"If she is who the legends suggest, her magic isn't healing. She is very dark, they say she is heavily scared after tangling with a necromancer gang many moons ago as they tried to twist her from the path of darkness to the path of death. She demolished them, and has hated them ever since"
The veiled fox turned to the table, and lifted her veil, "Gentlefolks, you are better not to gossip about those in your presence!" The bar fell quiet, apart from a few whispered swear words as people gasped at her scarred and torn face. "I am sorry my magic does not suit your needs, but your friend will be restored. My escorts and I will be heading North in the morning. The road will be cleared shortly afterwards. Brother, buy these young fellows all another round, they deserve it." Reaching into her pouch, she put on a white half mask that covered her wound, and returned to the piano, where a more jaunty tune shortly started to be heard.
The bodyguards: a rogue, a warrior and a ranger. Their colours match their mistresses.
Does that sound like the start of a bad joke!
The whole gang
There's not much change from 350 pennies in Burrows and badgers on these, just need a witness to oversee their Freebeasts equipment rolls.
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