They Missed One...

Then the door opened and revealed quite possibly the worst mess one could have walked into. The room was torn asunder. Books laying haphazardly across the ground, the desk was over turned and broken into. The chair had been cut into pieces and the offices valuables ransacked.

Nothing was as disturbing however as the writing across the far wall which had been etched into the wood with a knife.

The Silent Blades Live

The town hall of Farrevale always seemed to be in some kind of hury, even for a small village. Beasts came to settle debts, they came to get married, or they came to file scrolls and paper work. Today was a little more laid back with the weather turning sour outside. No beast was with out a coat or scarf to keep them warm.

The grey furred fox at the door shivered as he rubbed his paws together. "Blazes...have you ever seen a colder winter?"

The weasel standing across from him just rolled his eyes, "I told you, just buy a new coat. What are you waiting on? It's not like you don't have the money."

"I told you! I've saving up for a ring! Cassie can't have some cheap gimick, she needs a real diamond!"

The guard just shook his head. Both were obviously tired from the end of their night shift. They had done their morning patrol, made sure the chief's office was secure earlier, and now stood guard, awaiting their glorious leader to stroll in...and the relief to their posts.

Scioto appears at the doorway and maybe it's lucky for them he missed most of thier talk and the fact he looks tried, he looks between them and nods "Good day to you" He says simply and quietly. He stands before them now ready to unlock his office and go inside, he is not too concern as lately he has had no jail cell beasts. This has helped him relax more in fact to not worry about it or say least one less thing to worry on.

Both guards came to attention and saluted their chieftain. Prehaps this would be a good day. Things had been peacefull lately. Bandits had been squashed, Blisa's pet snake was content to keeping himself locked next to the fire at home and out of the way, and no one had tried to take over the village in over half a year.

Maybe it would be a good day.

Then the door opened and revealed quite possibly the worst mess one could have walked into. The room was torn asunder. Books laying haphazardly across the ground, the desk was over turned and broken into. The chair had been cut into pieces and the offices valuables ransacked.

Nothing was as disturbing however as the writing across the far wall which had been etched into the wood with a knife.

'THE SILENT BLADES LIVE'

Scioto blinks as he takes all of this end and then his eyes narrow as a deep growl form"What it the ***** seasons!!" He turns to the two guards "Explain this! I KNOW its not no Silent Blades as that group is splint up unless someone is trying to start it back up!" He kicks a piece of chair across the room and he looks ready to draw his blade, he looks back at the guards "How did you NOT HEAR THIS!"

Both guards peer into the room, eyes wide with fright. Both seem to be trying to hide behind the other. "Sweet mercy...what...but how...?" The weasel stammered. He pushed his foxy companion forward, "It's Jaspers fault! It must have happened when he left to go visit his girl friend!"

The grey furred fox yelped and shouted back, "M-my fault? No way! She came to bring a pie! I was gone, not even a moment! It must have happened when YOU were sleeping you lazy lard bucket!"

"I wasn't sleeping on shift!" The weasel said in a terrified voice, "Honest chief! I was...uh, resting my eyes! Jasper doesn't know what he is talking about!"

Scioto glares at both of them as he draws his blade, its clear he is not having a good morning and maybe not a good night before, "You LEFT you POST!! Some beast robed me! LOOK at MY office!"

Both beasts begin to cower and shake. A greater beast would have had the courage to fall upon his own blade for such a failure. Jasper's mum always said pie would be the death of him, he just never figured it would happen this way...

Falling to his knees the fox felt himself backing up into the door post. He looked to his weasel companion for help but the guard was determined not to let him escape, less he be alone to take the punishment of wild eyed cat before them. "P-please sire! H-have mercy! I...we..." his voice trailed off into a small whimper. The weasel for his part began to turn for the open door himself. "I'll uh, raise the guard!" he said, trying to duck out the door.

Scioto voice is raised louder, if thats possible "You will NOT leave !" His voice sounds dangerous indeed" You will find out who did this and bring them to me and find out if anyone saw anything! How did they escape!" He starts to look around and towards the window and even the area of the cell in case they are still in here hiding but it would seem they proballyu are not

The thieves are long gone, as are the guards who immidietly dart off to find the culprate and lock down the town hall. Their necks are the line now to find the devious person who could do this. What sort of criminal mastermind would do such a thing? Who would have the gall to ransack the cheiftains office? Who would DARE?

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"...and then, get this, I scratched out 'the Silent Blades Live' across his wall." The comment was met with an uproar of laughter. The fang and claw was always known for its dubious cliantale. Tonight it was packed due to the poor weather. At a table in the center of the room there was a gathering of different variaties of criminals, ranging from large and powerfull monitor lizard barbarians, sleek and agile bandits, and then there was Meesha.

The small grey furred ferret leaned back in her chair with her feet upon the table. She wore a simple squirrel skin vest which had grown rather tight as it struggled to cover her rather portly stomach after all the food and ale she had stuffed into it.

Tonight, the chieftain of Ferravall was buying a round of drinks for the ferret and her new friends...

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Scioto belongs to Scioto

Here stands a tall male cat. His fur is a dark black in color with shades of a lighter black on his shoulders and face. He has a dark blue eye patch over his left eye and a scar just above his eye, his other eye is greenish-yellow and almond shaped like most cats. Other scars on the left side of his face are two on his cheek, one on the side of his nose, and one on his forehead above his eyebrow going down to his ear, a small tip of the ear is torn. He wears the uniform of a chieftain. The tunic is a navy blue with silver buttons. The pants are navy blue as well and held up with a black belt with a silver buckles, the belt buckle has the Ferravale symbol on it. Over his shoulders is a long blue cape, with a clasp of the Ferravale symbol to hold it in place. He keeps a fancy looking long sword on his back.

Meesha belongs to me

Meesha doesn't stand out much from other ferrets. A youthfull beast in her 12th to 13th season she has a healthy coat of grey fur broken by a patch of white fur around her chest and stomach. Her paws and the tip of her tail are dipped in the same black fur as the natural mask of her face and ears.

Under her hide of short grey fur Meesha has accumulated a degree of flesh, most notably around her middle, forming a noticable pot belly around her waist.

Her upper torso is covered by the hide of a red squirrel, turned into a short sleeved vest. The squirrel hide vest still retains its long bushy tail and a hood even. Although it has trouble buttoning around the Ferret, due to the fore mentioned pot belly, and leaves a sliver of fur exposed around Meesha's stomach and up her middle.

The ferret keeps a small bludgeon tied to the small of her back, hidden mostly from view by the tail of the squirrel vest she wears. The bludgeon is made from wood with nails driven through it.