Horde Interview or Lets Start a Riot!

Radion leads his gang back into Ferreval for supplies and recruitment. How do horde beasts recruit others you ask? With a tavern brawl of course! Mogat belongs to Radion, Bushtail and others belong to me

Ferravale is a rather bustling village. Its walls are filed with beasts from every walk of life it seems, and most seem to be shopping around in the main square. All of this, Radion sees as he enters the village with Bushtail and Mogate following. "We're here to get recruits, but let's see what trouble we can cause for that bothersome cat of a leader of this wretched place." He says to his two followers as he stops just inside the entrance.

Radion room-pages, "Sorry for delay >.> I was having writer's block".

Bushtail the pine marten stretches and yawns. She is a younger beast, with brown fur and clothed in a blue vest. It's been several months since Bushtail has joined up with the fox's gang of merry miscreants. She's been on several raids, a few skirmishes, and even started taking up the bow and arrow. Despite this, her active life style is always off set by her active appetite, and regardless of how much exercise the marten goes through she seems to have grown thicker, not slimmer.

Bushtail is also, not a morning person. She walks at a groggy pace, "Really boss? MORE bandits? Don't we have enough as it is?" She wines.

Radion chuckles to himself as he listens to the whining pine marten. "Oh Bushtail, the first thing you must learn about commanding a horde is that bigger is better, as long as you have the resources to handle something of that size. We can always use more hunters and fighters, so no, we don't have enough." He starts up walking again, with Mogat following closely behind. "Are we goin' t' be roughin' anybeasts up sir?" He asks. The black fox simply shakes his head, smiling in a rather creepy manner. "No...if we are to gain members, we must gain them through trust, not fear. Fear often leads to rebellion, and we can't have that now can we?"

The marten sighs, "Yes sir..." at least they won't be getting into any fights...not that she wouldn't mind the excitement. "So where too first Rad? The tavern? They have a fighting pit." Bushtail has often wondered what horde recruitment is like. Prehaps they will sit down and discuss beasts resumes.

Radion seems to ponder this as they go, and he finally nods. "Perhaps you and Mogat can handle the tavern, and I will see what I can do out here. Just rememebr, do what you can to cause trouble here. I'm sure that Scioto will certainly appreciate it."

The marten wags her tail like a puppy. "Sure thing boss, you can count on us!" Bushtail steeples her paws together and grins in delight. The fox can count on her to grab some well deserved breakfast, "And don't you worry, trouble comes naturally. It's my middle name! Bushtail Trouble...er..." The marten pauses to think for a moment and finely sighs, "Ok so maybe my family didn't have a sur name. Either way, don't worry, we will get it done.

Mogat sighs, shaking his head as he begins to walk off towards the tavern, saying as he goes, "Let's go Bushtail, an' no eatin' fer an hour like last time." Radion chuckles at this, but his chuckle is cold and devoid of humor. "Run along now Bushtail. We have work to do." With this, the fox begins to walk off towards the marketplace, smiling to himself when he catches the frightened glances that some beasts shoot his way.

"I make no promises." The marten walks along following the ferret. She glances about the village. Unlike their fearless leader they can blend in much easier. "So...I'm a bit new to this whole recruitment thing. Have you done this before?" She asks as she nears the tavern.

Mogat groans in annoyance. Why Radion had decided to take Bushtail as a member of the growing horde, though it hadn't quite gotten to the size where it could be called a horde yet, the ferret had no idea. "Aye, I've done it 'afore. All we need t' do is find some good fightin' beasts an' get dem t' join. Simple as dat."

Leaping ahead of the ferret Bushtail pushes open the door to the tavern, "That shouldn't be too hard. After all there are three things you will find in any vermin tavern. Food, ale, and beasts waiting to fight at the drop of a hat." The marten steps in to find...a peacefull tavern filled with various travelers, and vermin folk. The marten sighs, "Save for Ferreval...dang blasted peacefull hippies." She claps her paws together, and rubs them, "Ok then, your more experienced than me at this. I'll let you take lead."

Mogat walks in the door, really not wanting to humor the pine marten with an answer. Once inside, he changes direction to begin walking towards the fighting pit. "All ye spineless vermin! I'm bettin' twenty pieces that none o' ye can beat me in a fight!" shouts the ferret, vaulting into the fighting pit as he does. So this is his idea of recruiting some beast it seems.

All heads turn to the ferret as he declares his intention to take on each and every beast there is in the tavern. They stare at him for a long moment, waiting for a beast to take him up on the challenge. When none readily takes up the ferrets challenge they turn back to their drinks and meals. Bushtail chuckles as she leans upon the railing of the fighting pit looking down at her companion, "Did you need a paw taking on all them fearsome beasts there buddy?"

Mogat growls to himself. Usually, that ended up working. "Bushtail, I swear I'll wring yer neck iffen ye can't learn when beasts want ye t' talk an' when they don't, alright?" He stands there in the middle of the pit, thinking hard about this. "Starting random fights is stupid..." He mutters to himself, racking his brain for ideas.

The marten chuckles again, she readjusts her self so her back is leaning against the railing, "Oh Mogat, Mogat, Mogat. You always did like to get your hands dirty. Me, I have a simpler solution." The marten sees three different beasts standing near the fighting pit. A fox, a green scaled lizard, and a rat. With their backs turned to Bushtail she begins walking towards them, grabbing a bottle of wine from a table along the way. She smashes it across the back of the fox's head and then tosses the broken bottle to the very startled rat.

The rat somehow catches the broken bottle, but the fox had taken quite the beating to the back of his head, and so he hits the ground rather hard. The lizard growls. "That was me best mate," He spits out, his claws ready to rend this beast with angry vengeance. The rat, also rather angry, charges at Bushtail, swiging the broken bottle towards her head even as Mogat begins to climb out of the fighting pit, though not too quickly as he was actually slightly excited to see Bushtail get hit.

Bushtail must admit this was not part of the plan. She was hoping to have the fox turn on his buddy and beat him to a pulp for appearently hitting him across the head. She wasn't expecting to seem him crater like that. Prehaps the marten has gained some muscle to her arms from taking up archery.

Pitty the marten didn't take her bow with her and hardly has a chance to draw her short sword before she is hit across the snout with a broken bottle. She bumps into the railing, regaining her composure long enough to 'eep' at the sight of an angry lizard coming to maul her.

Fortunately for Bushtail, Mogat had the responsibility of making sure the pine marten didn't get killed. The lizard's quick charge is cut rather short by a hard punch that nails the unsuspecting lizard straight in the snout, causing him to stumble to the side.

And into another tabled! Drinks and food go flying everywhere! Bushtail meanwhile grabs her blade and rams the hilt into the rats snout before kneeing him below the belt. She doesn't have the heart to kick him after he crumples to the ground...more than once. "Well that was..." She looks up to see four vermin beasts rise from the over turned table with a knocked out lizard sprawled out infront of them. "...ah poo on a stick." Bushtail manages before the vermin attack.

The blue scaled lizard gasps as he stumbled backwards. A brown furred fox and ermine both try to tackle the fighting ferret even though they both have knives and short shords. A furry gold hamster takes a few swings at Bushtail with his morning star. The marten makes a meep sound as she dodges each deadly swing, once to the right and once to the left, "Mogat...a little help here?"

Mogat grunts as the fox impacts into his stomach, forcing his breath out of his lungs in a whoosh. The ferret's elbow comes up and drops straight down onto the back of the fox's neck. "Fight yer own battles Bushtail! I'm a little hung up!"

"Duley noted." The marten ducks below the swing of the hamster. He is wearing a plate mail breast plate over leather armor, so she doubts standard attacks are going to work. She twists her fat, but still lithe marten body to the side as the hamster thrusts with his spiked morning star towards her belly. She moves forward and bites the hamster on the snout. A tactic the ermin tries to do as he bites and claws at the ferret that knocked out his budy. The blue scaled lizard is getting back to his feet now.

Mogat growls at the attacking ermine, moving his head out of the way of the biting. He lets out a shout of pain as a claw drags its way along his arm, and another punch is aimed straight for the ermine's snout.

The ermine falls to the floor clutching his wounded snout. The remaining lizard looks hesitant to say the least about attacking the beast that just downed at least three others. The pine marten joins her ferretly friend and ally with the hamsters morning star leaning against her shoulder, "So mate, any of these beasts worthy of joining our cause." The lizard gulps, "N-now letsss jussst not do anything hasssty..."

The panting Mogat crosses his arms, studying the lizard. "Lizard, wot's yer name, an' how well c'n ye fight?" He asks. He and Bushtail must make a rather terrifying sight while standing among the bodies of the attackers.

The reptile rubs the back of his neck, "Ah...a job interview. I ssshould have known." He smiles, showing off several teeth he takes a bow. The lizard is dressed in black leather grieves that come down to his digit-grade knees, his chest is covered in an iron breast plate with leather straps wrapping above and below his arms. His arms have some muscle to them but his exposed stomach has a thin layer of flesh. There is a small battle ax at his belt. "I am Zee. And yesss, I know how to fight." He adds quickly before one decides to test this theory, "Obvioussly not asss well as you of courssse."

Mogat chuckles, eyeing the lizard with an interested look. "I'm not here fer flattery. Iffen ye c'n fight, then Radion will have use fer ye." He doesn't quite seem to be in a hurry to start another fight. "Well...are ye willin' t' join a horde? Our leader is here wid us, an' I'm sure he'd like t' meet ye."

Zee squints as he smiles, he hisses in enjoyment. "Zee wasss about to embark on an adventure with thesse onesss." He looks down at the knocked out forms of the beasts at their feet. "You have however convinced Zee that they are...not up to the adventure tasssk. And if he can pay, then I will join." Bushtail returns his smile with her own. "Capital, now I suggest we beat feet out of here, unless you want to size up the fighting skills of the Ferreval Guards Mogat."

Mogat shakes his head, holding out a paw towards the lizard to shake. "I certainly don't. Welcome t' th' horde, Zee. Now as Bushtail so kindly suggested, we should be goin' now. Radion will be waitin' fer us soon."

The lizard hisses in delight once again and shakes paws with the ferret, "Oh...before I forget." Zee bends down towards the fox and snatches something from his coat pocket. "Zee thinkssss he will do them a favor and take away the map they were following to that ruin. Explore it with better alliesss who can take care of themsselvesss." The marten is already on her way out the door, still brandishing her stolen morning star.

Mogat nods approvingly. "I think Radion'll take a likin' t' a beast like ye," he remarks as he moves off through the tavern towards the door. "Bushtail, ye need t' hide that or leave it. We can't be runnin' around in Ferravale wid a mornin'star."

The marten makes a wining noise, "Ah...spoil sport." She drops the morning star on the ground outside the door. As the party moves out of the tavern the party leader of the adventuring party they just assaulted comes rushing out, "Stop you-" The fox is cut short as his bare paw comes down on the spiked weapon. He falls backward clutching his paw shouting obscenities and whimpering in pain. The lizard looks back to his former employer and then to Mogat, "Zee thinksss he will like Radion assss much assss he likesss his new alliesss..."

A voice responds rather close to the party. "And I do hope that will turn out to be very true my friend." Turning, Mogat catches sight of Radion walking towards the group with another fox and a weasel following him. "I see you two were somewhat successful on both ends, yes?" Mogat nods in response. "Aye, we did, but we need t' be goin' 'afore the guards get here." Radion nods, then looks at Zee curiously. "We'll get pleasantries out of the way when we get back to the camp then. For now, we must be leaving." With that, he turns and begins to jog off towards the entrance, the two new recruits and Mogat following behind.