Participents:Daclon, Rothal, Loki, Vorth

Western Shore ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Shore ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The intense sun bakes the golden sand of the beach. To the north and south all that can be seen is sand. The salty air flows off of the glassy green surface of the ocean to the west. Far out on the ocean a pelican swoops down and flies off with a fish. Pearly shells rest in the sand. It is your typical beach scene, nothing out of the ordinary can be seen. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Exits: [U]pshore, [D]ownshore

Daclon is ahead of the rest of the band by a little ways. Having assigned himself and several others a position in the front, he scouts about. The band, split into several parts, will arrive at the beach through time, since there was little sense in hurrying those slower.

Loki is following Daclon, the weasel moves along a little slower than the rest, lagging towards the back. He still hasn't gotten to know anyone besides Daclon, but he wasn't going to hang around the ferret constantly. Sooner or later he'd get acquainted with the rest. Still, the walking seemed to be getting them nowhere. "Cap'n, where are we goin'?"

Daclon walks ahead several feet, before turning his attention to Loki. "Shut up, Loki! Ya're here to fight, not to ask questions!" He glares at the weasel for a moment, before looking back at Leon. "Hoi, mate! Where ya been?"

Loki sighs, glaring at the ground in place of Daclon. Instead of firing back a retort like he would usually, he shuts up, shifting the small amount of gear he has on his back in a vain attempt to get more comfortable.

Rothal enters from the south.

Rothal has arrived.

Daclon glances back at Loki, and sighs. It wouldn't do to be to hard at the moment, so he motions for Loki to speed up and join him.

Loki trots forward, pushing past a few of the others. "Hey Cap'n. We stoppin' soon?"

Rothal is out on his daily run, a good distance away from the vermin. When he sees them, he stops abruptly, ducking down close to the sand and allowing the natural camouflage of his fur to guard him.

Daclon nods to the weasel, eye twitching slightly as Rothal ducks down. Did he just see something? "Loki, did'ya just see anythin' over in that area?" He points in the general direction of Rothal, squinting in an attempt to see him.

Loki glances idly in that direction, eyes running along the sand. "Only sand, and that's not much, Cap'n. We going to stop soon?"

Rothal blinks, his natural curiosity causing him to wonder what the vermin are here for, and drops to his belly, crawling slowly forward in the sand. He stops at the top of a dune, peering over, ears down so that he will not be given away by them sticking up.

Daclon is quiet for a moment, holding up his paw and signaling for a stop. He looks in Rothal's direction for a moment, before sighing. "Yeah, Loki. We'll stop here for now." He turns to the vermin following him, and whistles. "'Kay mates! We're goin' to stop and make camp!" He looks in Rothal's direction again. "Must've been my imagination.."

Vorth enters from the south.

Vorth has arrived.

Loki chuckles, dropping his small pack to the ground. "Imagination plays tricks every now an' then, you know. I'll dig a firepit, Cap'n." He kneels, beginning to dig a small hole in the sand.

Rothal is unable to hear what the vermin are saying, so swallowing, he crawls forward another dune. More careful now, even though his fur acts as perfect camouflage, he could be seen at this distance if someone looked to closely.

Daclon frowns, kicking some of the sand Loki had dug out back into the hole. "No, ya won't. A fire'll give off smoke, an' I don' want anyone snoopin' around here. We'll have to eat cold food tonight."

Loki sighs, once again quelling the urge to yell at Daclon. "Got'cha Cap'n. No fire." He opens his pack, rummaging through it. "That'll mean cold meat and stale bread tonight."

Rothal smiles at the weasel's complaints, despite the difficult situation he's in at the moment. Finally able to hear the conversation, he's pretty sure he'll figure out what's going on. With the bits he's already heard, he has a slight idea of what's happening.

Vorth walks over the sand towards weasel and ferret, stoping a few feet back to look about the area, ears moving all about listening and mainly hearing the sea for the moment.

Daclon shrugs, sitting down by the slight hole in the sand, facing away from the spying hare. "Ya'll get over it." He looks around at the others. "That goes for ya, to. No fires tonight." Noticing Vorth, he waves.

Loki sighs again. "Suppose I will, Cap'n." He pulls his quiver and bow from his back, placing them on the ground and removing several arrows from the quiver. Facing away from Vorth, he hasn't seen the rat yet.

Rothal frowns, growing worried again as Vorth approaches. He ducks slightly lower in the sand, almost completely unnoticeable.

Vorth returns a nod in Dalcon direction and continues to stand quiet, look about and listen for the moment, hare unnoticed for the moment.

Daclon grins as he watches the unhappy weasel, before looking back to Vorth. "Vorth, why don' ya come over here an' meet this fellow?"

Loki idly begins to check his arrows' fletchings, paying no attention to whoever it might be Daclon is talking to.

Old-Joe appears over the southern horizon.

Old-Joe has arrived.

Rothal stays where he is. Vorth is the only one who might notice him that he can see, so no worries if the rat decides to talk to the others.

In a room page-pose, Old-Joe is just an observer for now, don't mind me ;)

Old-Joe goes Out Of Character.

Vorth doesn't move and fixes his one eye on Loki "Why is he more interesting than he looks" he sounds bored for now.

Daclon laughs, nodding at Loki. "This fellow mighn't look it, but he's got a heart of coal. We're safe now, even if we're not all here. No one's goin' to notice us. Come on over, let's talk for a bit."

Loki removes a bent arrow, setting it aside from the rest. Placing the rest back in the quiver, he looks around at the small group of vermin. It doesn't seem like many, even for a scouting party.

Rothal smiles a little now. If they talk, he'll know more, which would be good. If they don't the one fellow might see him, which would be bad. He frowns at the thought, then counts how many vermin he can see from the point where he is.

Vorth still looks rather bored but walks closer, sticking his lance point down in the sand at the edge of the group he leans on it's end and looks about the members of the group.

Daclon nods. "Loki, this is Vorth. Vorth, Loki. If he'll stop worryin' for a minute, he'll introduce hisself."

Loki glances up at Vorth, nodding to the rat, before turning back to the bent arrow. "Talk later, gotta fix this." He picks it up, looking down the shaft, and then drops it back to the ground, surprised at the amount of warping. "Then again, maybe not. Don't think that can be fixed."

Rothal ducks down as low as he can as Vorth comes closer. Hopefully the rat won't see him, Rothal's fur being sandy and whatnot.

Vorth looks at the bent arrow for a moment and says nothing, he doesn't think it could be fixed either, he doesn't see the hare, eye sight not being all that good what with one eye and not a brilliant one at that, what he lacks in sight though he more than makes up for in hearing, large ears twitching slightly as the hare moves, with the sea however he thinks little of the noise for now.

Daclon looks curiously at Vorth when his ears twitch. "What's the matter, Vorth? Hear somethin'?"

Loki sighs, snapping the arrow and burying it under the sand. "Probably just his bloody imagination, just like you, Cap'n. Everybody seems to be seein' and hearin' things today."

Rothal swallows, about 95% sure Vorth heard him and not the sea. He freezes on instinct, muscles tensed to sprint if he has to.

Vorth closes both eyes, still leaning on the lance and stays very still listening more now, he smiles slightly at Loki's words "My imagination died many a season ago...probably just the sea or something" he continues to listen though.

Daclon is quiet for a moment. "Probably jus' a coincidence, but I don' think it is. Loki, ya have the best eyes, how about lookin' around?"

Loki sighs and stands, straightens his hat and replaces his quiver on his back, keeping bow in hand. "Sure Cap'n.. It's a waste of time, though. There's nothin' out there. Just sand and more sand."

Rothal is extremely worried now. His muscles tighten even more, if that's possible. He's in good shape, but there's no way he can beat the vermin, even though there are only a few.

Vorth keeps very still, eyes still closed and listening for any more movement on the sands.

Daclon frowns. "I didn' ask if it was a waste of time, I told ya to do it. Now get goin'." He stands, heading away from the beach. "I'm goin' to travel back and see where the others are. Ya two stay here."

Daclon has disconnected.

Loki heads in Rothal's general direction, since that's where Daclon was looking awhile back. "I'll call if I need you, Vorth."

Rothal stays where he is. He won't run until the last minute, hoping that Loki will pass him by.

Vorth turns to look in Loki's direction, standing now rather than leaning on the lance.

Loki heads straight towards Rothal by sheer luck, and almost stumbles over the hare. "Hey! A big ol' rabbit! He's been spyin' on us!" His paw flies to his quiver, stringing an arrow automatically. "You stay here, don't try to run!"

Rothal jumps up, swinging a punch at Loki's face, before taking off, sprinting as fast as he can away from the vermin.

Vorth's bow is strung and in his paws within seconds of Loki's call, quickly loosing an arrow straight at the hares back.

Loki gets hit in the face, falling and rolling down the dune, knocked out before he hit the sand.

Loki has disconnected.

Rothal continues to sprint, not stopping to see what happened to Loki. The arrow hits him, hard, in the lower back. He stumbles, falls, blood staining the sand. He manages to claw his way back up, running off before Vorth can fire again.

Rothal gets perhaps fifty yards, before he falls again. The arrow makes it hard for him to run. He can only hope Vorth doesn't give chase, because wounded as he is, Vorth would probably be able to overtake him. Once again he is forced to trust in the camouflage of his fur for safety.

Vorth does give chase and he's not a slow rat either, blood on sand however is not good camouflage and he heads straight for the hare, ears listening for the hare and nose finely tuned to the smell of blood.

Rothal struggles back up, pulling his throwing dagger from his belt. If the rat gets to close he can throw, hopefully crippling or killing him. In a split-second he's running off, slower than before, towards Salamandastron.

Vorth continues running getting within arrow range of the hare before stoping and loosing another arrow at his back and then taking up the chase again.

Rothal can't hear the rat well at all, he can only run. Which he does, starting a zig-zag pattern just as the arrow is loosed. It whistles past him, scrapping his cheek and cutting it slightly, before landing in the sand.

Vorth runs straight, a more direct route than Rothal's zig-zaging, loosing another arrow, when in range, at the hares footpaws, starting to tyre now but not about to give in yet.

Rothal continues to run zig-zag. The arrow lands in the ground beside him. Aiming at a moving target is hard, as Rothal is slowly teaching Vorth. The hare risks a glance back, then turns his attention to running. More used to running, he may outlast the other if he is not hit again.

Vorth growls as he misses again and puts on a burst of speed closing the gap, so he's well within arrow range, before suddenly stoping dead, he takes his time now, bow following the hares movements and looses the arrow in front of the hare into his path, even if it doesn't hit his footpaws it may hit the sand in front of them and trip him.

Rothal winces as the arrow hits his footpaw. Adrenaline surging through him, he puts on a burst of speed, despite his wounds, getting far enough away it's unlikely the rat will catch up again