Militia Camp Epilogue
This scene takes place some time between the Militia Camp story arch and the the Adventure Tale #1 arch. This scene wraps up some loose ends and opens up a potential rescue plot later on against the Militia. Players are Rorgan and myself playing Liam and Dylan.
Players are:
Dylan: You see before you the infamous Dylan Locke, professional gentle beast bandit and brigand.
The lizard clothes himself in silks and other expensive garbs. He wears a wide brimmed hat, one side tacked up with a red feather plume on the end. Underneath his short sleeved brown leather vest is a long sleeved yellow silk shirt tucked into his tight fitting black trousers. The vest in reality hides a small chain mail tunic to protect his chest and belly from knife wounds. About his waist hangs the sheath to a light weight long sword.
It is hard to tell exactly what sort of lizard Locke is. Even Locke might not know. He is a tad smaller than most beasts, wiry but with a slight bulge to his stomach, and has a very brightly colored appearance. The majority of his scales range in color from bright to dark red. His underbelly, stretching from his chin to the tip of his tail are gold colored as are the insides of his clawed feet and hands. The lizard has several small spikes along the ridge of his face and above his eyes.
Rorgan: Rorgan is an otter that stands at around 6 feet tall with piercing ice blue eyes. His black fur is mostly covered save his arms, head, and tail by a suit of black leather armor. A brown leather sheath can be seen on his back containing his bow. In his belt are three different scabbards that contain his three daggers.Two of them are identical in design; their hilts a dull silver from use. have a red gem set in the centers and their scabbards appear to be replicas of each other. The third, however, has a different look about it. Its hilt is wrapped in a leather grip and seems to be rather new, though still gently used. Its sheath looks almost brand new, like it had just been made yesterday. The most notable feature about him, however, is the bright red tattoo that marks his right arm. It is an intricate circular design that resembles a very large arm band that somebeast had cut complex designs into.
Liam: Your eyes lay hold of Liam Grey. He is a young pine marten of eleven seasons and average height for one of his species, which is a little taller than your average weasel or ferret whom he shares much similarity with.He looks out at the world through two small black eyes over his long snout. The martins body is wrapped in thick brown fur from the tip of his tail to the back of his head save for a bright yellow patch that stretches down under his chin, across his neck, and finely to the bottom of his chest. His tail is both long and fluffs out like that of a fox.
Under his fur Liam's body has rounded out some from too many sweets, giving the pine marten a sleek appearance with a slight bulge over his middle. Despite his increase in mass the green cloth tunic he wears hangs off of his shoulders like a tent and his brown trousers hang loosely from his hips even with the rope tying them up.
Liam prefurs peaceful solutions over violence but is known to carry a small dagger with him for protection. The blade is small, double edged and with a leather bound handle.
The Black Gull - Tavern
An ever present combination of smells greets any new arrival upon entering the Gull. Various ales and grogs, rums and wines; of course, the scents and aromas of liquors would be there. It's a tavern. But along with those airs, the underlying odor of unwashed bodies and unclean boots can be detected. It is this joining of scents that gives the Gull a very well-loved and oft' visited personality.
That, and the state of the inner commons, as well.
The scuffed floorboards beneath ones footpaws will guide anybeasts' eyes to the simplistic layout that the Gull was designed in. The east wall opens, narrowly, its mouth for a well-lit vestibule to settle uncomfortably. Light, both from the outside, and the two lanterns hung there, casts a revealing glow upon the entrants, giving the patrons within a rather decent visual. Slipping further into the Gull, the light grows dimmer, and far less frequent. With no windows to the outdoors, the tavern is held in the palm of eternal dusk.
Across from the entrance, the bar has been placed upon a, slightly, raised platform. Being open on either end, it's not uncommon to see the tavern's wenches and 'tenders hustling about, passing one another as they go about their duties. Reflecting, poorly, the goings on about the bar is a large, dusty old mirror. A few beasts have traced various crude pictures in the gathered dust around the border, but for the most part the mirror (the middle of it, at least) remains clear. Cracks of time and stains from thrown drinks stripe the looking glass in a few places. Various racks and shelves with bottles, labeled and not, settle on either side of this mirror above casks. Two doors, abused and slightly battered, rest behind the bar; One faces the west and to the barn and paddock, while the other, North-facing, gives way to the kitchens. To the south is a platform consisting of drenched, copper-brown wood (mainly from spilled blood, one might assume).
With the season changing once again, the open hearth nestled against the northern wall, along with a staircase, has roared back into life. A steady fire can almost always be seen and heard crackling lazily over dead wood. A few run-down garlands are strung about the mantle; somebeast's attempt at making the Gull a little more festive, perhaps.
The door to the tavern bursts open to admit a pine marten supporting a sorely injured otter, which disturbs the peace of the tavern. The two make their way to a nearby empty table and the otter sits down, groaning. "Thanks Liam," The otter says to the pine marten.
Liam chuckles, "No worries." The marten helps the otter along to a seat at the nearest table. Once the task is complete he looks up to see that a red scaled lizard is sitting across the room from them, drinking away at a glass of milk. As the lizard gets up Liam whispers to Rorgan, "Wait here, I'll go grab us some mead and food." Departing from the otters side Liam eyes the lizard suspiciously as he walks past.
Rorgan nods, looking down at his own cut and bruised body. Fortunately for him, his injuries were not so much severe as they were large in number. His whole body stung and ached and he couldn't do more than simply breathe heavily for the present moment. He did, however, feel quite awkward that all he had on were the pants the militia had put on him when they had been captured. He felt naked without his weapons and armor, and he felt completely useless in his current state.
"Still having trouble walking I see." Says Dylan as he sits down across the table from the otter. "Don't take this the wrong way, but you look like you lost a fight with a wolverine."
Rorgan chuckles quietly. "Aye..those militia beasts were generous with their stone throwin'. That reminds me, any news of them?"
Taking a deep breath Dylan replies, "Nothing you are going to like. By the time me and my beasts got there those Militia rodents had already packed up and moved their camp. They seemed to have left in a hurry as well." The lizard takes off his hat to scratch at his head, "We followed them as far as we could but eventually lost them up north." Dylan puts his hat back on, "Not all is bad though. They left behind some of their supplies, some of which included some armor and weapons. I believe one of them is yours, I have it in a room upstairs.
Rorgan sighs, looking at the table sadly. "Oh Derrin..I was so harsh with him, but I never got the chance t' thank him fer riskin' his life...can you take me t' the armor?" He looks back up at the lizard. "I know there's not much else I can ask of you, but still, I'm appreciative of wot you did fer me."
Dylan laughs, "You can repay me by helping capture that bounty later on." Standing up Dylan stretches, "Besides, the Militia have been a thorn in my side for some time now, these woods are getting mighty crowded for us bandit types even with out them butting in." Turning to Rorgan, "I'm sure the marten can help you with the armor. It's in room 3. I'm afriad I have to head out again. I need to deal with some upstart bandits who think they can raid farms down south in my territory, but I'll keep my ears open and let you know if I find out anything about your friend."
Rorgan nods slowly. "Thankee Dylan," He says with a smile. "I really appreciate yer help."
Dylan smirks, "Get well soon Rorgan." The lizard turns for the door. Liam shoots the lizard another look as he sets a couple of plates stacked high with pancakes onto the table. He watches the lizard leave before he says, "You know, there is an old saying where I come from, 'Don't involve yourself in the affairs of dragons...for you are small and taste good with gravy.'" The marten begins to eat, "I think that saying can also apply to your 'friend' there."
Rorgan shrugs, winces as he does. "Well he's a good mate and I trust him. He's helpin' us t' find the militia so we can get Derrin. He said me things were in a room upstairs."
Liam takes a large bite of his meal, "Just because he does a good deed, does not mean he is a 'good' person." The marten shrugs, "I suppose the opposite is true as well but...be cautious around that one."
Rorgan nods, chuckling slightly. "I appreciate the concern, but we're good mates. Anyhow, can you help me get t' my stuff?"
The marten gestures to the pile of food still left on his plate and the otters, "After breakfast sure." He chuckles, "I used up the last of my money to get this meal, I would like to finish it."
Rorgan shakes his head. "I'm not quite hungry, but thankee. You'll want it more than me."
Liam chuckles again, if the otter doesn't want to eat his food, the marten will gladly take it. "I was thinking of heading down to Redwall finely." he says after a while
Rorgan tilts his head. "Truly? I think you'll like it there."
Liam nods, "I have been trying to see it for a while now. It is just...every time I set foot out on the roads I have been attacked by the militia. The last time I was saved by a wondering fox, the first...a snake believe it or not."
Rorgan nods again. "Nearly killed it the second time, but it got away."
The marten shakes his head before digging into his pancakes. "I came out to mossflower to start an adventure...turns out Mossflower is giving me a life time worth of adventure..."
Rorgan breaks into a laugh. "Aye. If'n you know where t' look, it's quite the variety of adventure."
