Humidity ((open))

[Django]

Sola was really having trouble understanding this crazy otter. She didn't know when he was addressing them or his cloak. Strapping her hook swords to her back once more, she kept a paw on one hilt, just in case. For the most part, however, it just seemed like this otter wanted information about his brother Hooloe, whoever that was.

Thunder rumbled across the sky, and a flash of lightning illuminated the clouds for a brief moment. Sola was getting soaked, and her mood was not improving. She once again turned to Brandstifter, speaking quickly."If we fled right now, he'd be slowed up by the flames," she said. "As for going somewhere else, the closest place I know of is an old quarry across a river somewhere in that direction." She pointed vaguely east.

"Or, if you're feeling adventurous, there's an old church to the southwest," she added. "But if all else fails, we could just flee into the woods and find someplace to lie low until this blasted storm lets up."

[Onyxwing]

"If we fled right now, he'd be slowed up by the flames," she said. "As for going somewhere else, the closest place I know of is an old quarry across a river somewhere in that direction." She pointed vaguely east.

"Let us go to church, it is in Mossguard patroled teritory!" He whispered to Django "Ve could get avay from insane otter, then get to church. I must Reload my siphon first. This time vith heavier mixture, burn longer!" the shrew said before pouring a new metal canister into the siphon and pouring he mixture that wouldn't fit inside over the ground in a line. "Vone, two, three!" He shouted as he lit and threw an inciendiary jar into the preexisting fire. It exploded and showered the new fuel with jellied fire

"GO NOW!" Brandstifter shouted.

That otter wouldn't make a meal out of them!

[Rorgus]

There was yet another onlooker. He was watching the proceedings from his hiding place behind a tree. He was very curious about the otter. He heard most of what was said accept for when a loud thunderclap boomed overhead. He was closer to the shrew and rabbit, but he still could not hear what they were whispering about. He stood up and shook the branch above him and got showered by water. He didn't mind the storm a bit, in fact, he rather enjoyed it. And of course being an otter he loves water so he wasn't in any hurry to find shelter. His sleek fur repelled most of the water that fell on him so he wasn't entirely soaked.
Rorgus had seen the fire weapon the shrew was holding against the otter, he had once before heard of beasts called, Dragon Makers. He thought this must be one of them, he wondered what sort of weapon could throw fire like that.
Suddenly there was a flash as the shrew added something to his weapon. Then the two beasts started running, they passed right near the tree he was hiding behind. He decided they might need some help, so he come out from behind the tree and start running along beside the two.
" 'Ello! Need some help? I know of a nice place to stay, theres a church called St. Ninians nearby."
It hadn't occured to him that they might already have known this, he thought that maybe they were from away, he hadn't seen any beasts like them in Mossflower that was for sure!

[Sigurd]

Torks wasn't one to lose face so much while staring at the face of life or death. The otter sprinted through the flames, pulling Difteye in front of him. The cloak burned savagely, but the otter was able to tear it off as he came out of the fire. A few patches of the otter's fur had caught fire, but were quickly dosed by the rain water.

The otter frowned at the 'death' of his 'friend', but thought no more of it as he shot after the pair. For one so shabby looking, and ill dressed, he was fast as an arrow. He smelt the new creature, too. Even in rain water, Torks' adept nose could smell him. Otter! River otter, more specifically! The otter gave another burst of speed, grinning wickedly.

[Django]

"GO NOW!" Brandstifter shouted.

Sola needed no second bidding. She bolted in the direction of the church without another thought. Ears laid back flat against her skull, she dove into the underbrush, hoping the shrew was close behind. She chanced a look back, just to make sure the crazy otter wasn't following them . . .

" 'Ello! Need some help? I know of a nice place to stay, theres a church called St. Ninians nearby."

Sola cried out in surprise and tripped on a thick tree root. She tumbled head over cotton tail for a few feet before coming to a stop upside-down with her shoulders against the roots and her rump against the trunk of another tree. She didn't bother to right herself for a few moments, glaring up at the new otter who'd surprised her so.

"Help?" she repeated irritably. "Oh, I believe you've helped quite enough already, Mr. Otter!" Flipping herself upright, she tried to wipe off the wet dirt that clung to her shoulders and ears. "And, yes, we are fully aware of the location of St. Ninian's, thank you. If you'd like to tag along, you'd have to take it up with Mr. Aegis over there." She gestured to the shrew.

[Rorgus]

Rorgus regretted surprising the rabbit like that. She cried out in surprise and tumbled head over tail. She came up against a tree, he bent down to help her up but she had already jumped to her paws.

Help?" she repeated irritably. "Oh, I believe you've helped quite enough already, Mr. Otter!" Flipping herself upright, she tried to wipe off the wet dirt that clung to her shoulders and ears. "And, yes, we are fully aware of the location of St. Ninian's, thank you. If you'd like to tag along, you'd have to take it up with Mr. Aegis over there." She gestured to the shrew.

"Oh well" he shrugged. If they were being chased then the way to help would be to stop the one chasing them. He dropped back towards the otter following them. He nodded politely,
"Soo, is there any reason your chasing these two? oh well." He then stuck a paw out in front of the otter and tripped him. He grinned and trotted back up next to the two other beasts.
"You need to turn that way a little." He said pointing.

[Sigurd]

Rather than trip, Torks leapt over the paw, snapping at the otter, hatred in his eyes. "Where is he?" he hissed at Rorgus. "Where is Hooloe?" the crazed otter was a wanderer, and a loner among otters. It was his assumption they all knew each other. Hitting the ground on all fours, he started to circle his the riverdog in front of him. "Well, speak up!" he snapped. "Where is he!"

OOC: Please don't try and powerplay my character. Thanks.

[Onyxwing]

As Brandstifter saw the otter who was chasing them trip, but in mid-air right himself, he let a stream of flame loose across his way of travel. It would appear the otter was engaged with something else in the brush though. Brandstifter had lost track of Sola but he was sure he would find her. Then he heard something through the brush.


"Help?" she repeated irritably. "Oh, I believe you've helped quite enough already, Mr. Otter!" Flipping herself upright, she tried to wipe off the wet dirt that clung to her shoulders and ears. "And, yes, we are fully aware of the location of St. Ninian's, thank you. If you'd like to tag along, you'd have to take it up with Mr. Aegis over there." She gestured to the shrew.

Brandstifter emerged from the brush just as she pointed at him.

"Let us go to the church!" Brandstifter said before jumping out onto the road and running down it. The rain continued to fall turning the path into a sloppy mess. But Brandstifter could already see the church! He sighed in relief as he reached it and pulled the ancient doors open.

[Django]

"Let us go to the church!" Brandstifter said before jumping out onto the road and running down it.

Sola was nearly knocked on her rump again as the shrew sped past her. She was so glad the church was nearby, though. Gathering up what was left of her strength, she turned to follow Brandstifter, but stopped. The crazed otter was just behind them, and catching up fast! Well, it sure seemed like it to the now frightened rabbit.

With a gasp of shock, she sped after the shrew, terror adding speed to her legs. She barreled into the old church just as the shrew opened the doors, tumbling onto the ancient wood floors. Eyes wide with inexplicable fear, she rolled to a crouch and unsheathed her hook swords, watching the door in case their pursuer caught up.

Suddenly, she shook herself, dragging her prey-like instincts back to reality. A sprint through the woods was apparently enough to get her dander up. She'd been chased by worse characters than that otter, but it had been awhile. The adrenaline coursing through her veins had thrown her situation out of proportion. She and the shrew were safe for the moment. She need not act like they were facing their imminent doom.

"Mr. Aegis, I'm terribly sorry for flying off the handle like that," she said, replacing her hook swords. "I'm just . . . a little shocked is all." She had shoved past the shrew pretty roughly.

[Sigurd]

Before the doors could close, Torks was in. The otter leapt over the Lop, with a massive bound one would expect from a hare. turning around, the gave the shrew and Lop a frown. Why ye' run from Torks?" he asked. "I asked ye' two a question, and ye' spit fire at me?" he was sad, somewhat. It hurt. Don't ye' like me?" he continued to pester.
Sighing, he sat down, and rubbed his neck. "Most beastie's run from Torks, ye' know! So, then i goes and 'unt 'em down. Stoats an' fer'ets!" he said, more to himself than anyone. "Rats, er, I just kill 'em!" he said, baring his teeth at the mention of rats. "I'd never met an hare before?" he said, still not knowing, or caring that she was a rabbit. What an ironic twist.

[Django]

"Why ye' run from Torks?" he asked. "I asked ye' two a question, and ye' spit fire at me?" he was sad, somewhat. "It hurt. Don't ye' like me?" he continued to pester.

Sola backed up, her opinion towards this otter changing suddenly. He now seemed like an innocent creature, simply wanting some information. As opposed to the insane creature conversing with his rat cloak she had seen at first. "Well, it's not that we don't like you, Mr. Torks," she explained calmly. "The barn got destroyed, and so we needed a new place to stay." She glanced over at Brandstifter. "And, um, the fire wasn't really my idea . . ."

"Most beastie's run from Torks, ye' know! So, then i goes and 'unt 'em down. Stoats an' fer'ets!" he said, more to himself than anyone. "Rats, er, I jsut kill 'em!" he said, baring his teeth at the mention of rats.

Sola sat down in front of the otter, hoping to keep him calm by acting interested in what he was saying. She nodded agreement. "Yes, vermin aren't particularly my favorite creatures, either," she sympathized.

"I'd never met an hare before?" he said, still not knowing, or caring that she was a rabbit.

Sola's eye twitched involuntarily. "Rabbit," she corrected darkly. Then, her voice rising, "I. AM. A. RABBIT!!" She fought the urge to backhand the otter across the snout.

[Rorgus]

Rorgus shrugged as the otter jumped over his paw. Then he continued after the two beasts. they had made it into the church of St. Ninians. They closed the doors just after the otter made it in. Rorgus shrugged and walked slowly towards the door through the pouring rain. then he politely knocked on the door and waited to be let in. Once he was admitted he went in looking around.
It had been a while since he had been into St. Ninians. He rather liked liked the place. He saw the otter sitting on some straw, he nodded grinning. He didn't think the otter was really crazy, he could tell a mad otter when he saw one, this one was just a little frightening.
" So what were you saying about this, Hooloe, I seemed to have heard the name before." He said to the otter.
Then he turned to the shrew, and said.
" Hello, interesting weapon you have there." He said motioning to the flame thrower in his paws.
" My name is Rorgus," he said offering his paw. "I live here in Mossflower."
he turned to the Lop then and bowed.
"I would like to apologize for startling you."

[Sigurd]

"Ah, and I was lookin' forward to seein' a hare!" he said, in his babble of a voice. Looking at the other otter with his good eye, he jumped up when he heard him speak the name Hooloe.
"Ye' know where Holloe is?" he asked, gnashing his teeth. "Oh, Oi swear, after I take a bite outta 'im, I'll give up meat entirely, I'd do it, just to get even with him, that I would!" he cackled, loudly as he thought of the fate his brother had in store. "Otter!" he said, walking towards this newcomer, and putting his face right up to his. Torks' breath smelled rancid, like wild parsnips, and raw meat. Mostly rat. "ye'll show me where Hooloe is, matey?" he asked him. "Me 'n ye', and maybe the ahre and water rat-thingy can sail up to 'im, and I can get my just deserts?" he cackled at his own joke. One could notice the otter had mistakenly called the a hare again, and not knowing what to call the shrew, a water rat.

[Django]

"I would like to apologize for startling you."

Sola, still angry with Torks for having called her a hare, nodded curtly. "Quite alright," she replied, grinding her teeth. She stood as Torks did, watching the exchange between the two otters, or, really, the barrage of questions and suggestions Torks threw at Rorgus.

"Me 'n ye', and maybe the hare and water rat-thingy can sail up to 'im, and I can get my just deserts?" he cackled at his own joke.

Sola flared visibly, her paws curling into fists. "RABBIT!!" she shouted again, gesturing wildly. "I am shorter, stockier, and fluffier than a hare! I am a rabbit!"

((Bleh, short.))

[Rorgus]

(( That's fine, I do that too ))

Rorgus thought for a moment about Torks' question. And answered carefully.
"No, I don't know where he is right now. But I've met him before. He is an evil beast, I do not like him. At all." He said with a grim look.
"I will help you find him however."
He turned to the Lop. He grinned,
"I see the otter wasn't trying to kill you after all then?"
He looked around again, he went over to a bench against the wall, he opened up his pack, which was still a little wet and pulled out some food. He set it out to let everything dry, then set about making a fire. They were going to have to stay there the night, so they may as well be comfortable. He layed out his blanket next to the fire to dry as well.

[Onyxwing]

Sighing, he sat down, and rubbed his neck. "Most beastie's run from Torks, ye' know! So, then i goes and 'unt 'em down. Stoats an' fer'ets!" he said, more to himself than anyone. "Rats, er, I just kill 'em!" he said, baring his teeth at the mention of rats. "I'd never met an hare before?"

After several outbursts from the rabbit at being called a hare, Brandstifter stepped in. He felt sorry for the poor otter, and at the mention of just deserts Brandstifter spoke with his back to the creatures.

"You vant Vendetta Then? I give you proper Vendetta weapon and not only kill beast, but also roast." He said before offering one of his weapons, a glass bottle full of fuel with a rag on the top.

"Light and throw on hard surface. Burns without stopping, quench with sand." he said before walking into the church and taking out his bedroll and kit and laying down in the middle and staring a fire on the stone floor with cut up pieces of church bench.

"Come, sit." He said as he gestured at the fire.

[Sigurd]

Torks looked up at the bottle, and pocketed it silently. Watching the shrew set up camp, he shrugged. He would bring them to his raft in the morrow. Slowly opening the doors, he vanished into the night.

About an hour later, he trudged back in, donning another ratskin pelt, and rather than the grubby clothes, he once again donned a ratskin kilt. Slung over his shoulder was a packet of meat, tied tightly by some badly made rope, which seemed to itch the otter's paws. Unwrapping the neat, little bundle, he grabbed a sharp stick from nearby, stabbing the meat with it. Putting it over the fire, he grinned at his newfound friends.

"Rat! Wan' sum'?"

[Django]

"Rat! Wan' sum'?"

If it was at all possible for Sola's ears to flatten further, they did so at the sight of the meat. For a moment, she stood there, a strangled gasp escaping her throat. Then, she ran out of the church, just in case she had to vomit, as a wave of nausea hit her full force. Fortunately, she didn't get sick, but she returned inside soaked from the rain and looking just a little green.

"I'll pass, thanks," she managed. Shuddering, she tried to keep her eyes away from the repulsive bundle. "Disgusting . . . How can you stomach that vile stuff? You carnivores will never make sense to me." The rabbit was sure she wouldn't eat ever again after seeing that display.

((Hope this isn't offensive to your character, Sigurd. Sola's way to vocal with how she feels. Sorry.))

[Rorgus]

Rorgus watched Torks, as he began to cook his meat. Then Sola ran out of the church with a sick look on her face. He looked after her curiously. When she came back in she looked a little green. When she spoke he understood why.

"Disgusting . . . How can you stomach that vile stuff? You carnivores will never make sense to me."

He raised one eyebrow.
"I suppose rabbits don't eat meat do they? I prefer shrimp, or fish though."
He pulled some bread and cheese, along with a flagon of ale. He rumaged around some more and found some pastries. He gave it to Sola.
Then he brought out a smaller bag and opened it grinning. It contained shrimp,
"Otters never goes anywhere wi' out they're shrimp!" He searched around, in a corner he found a pot. He took the pot outside, he soon came back with it full of water.
He put it over the fire and dumped the shrimp in.

[Promatera]

The weasel Bon Vaygan was ecstatic. Today he had managed to steal enough food to last him a week. With a bulging food sack behind his back, Bon Vaygan marched along at a leisurely place. Because of his failed crop, he resorted to thievery in order to gain enough food to survive off of, but with the amount of food he had gathered, he was well on his way of returning home for the summer season.

It was growing late and after a very profitable day, Bon Vaygan decided to retire for the evening. Unfortunately for him, however, a summer storm had just begun. Sleeping outside in the pouring rain was not appealing to Bon Vaygan so he looked for any place to find shelter. After some wandering, he noticed a church off in the distance. It was St. Ninian's there was little mistaking it. From the light emanating from the windows, it looked like some other beast was using it for shelter.

Bon Vaygan rubbed his paws together as his mind immediately went to work on a scheme. One of his favorite methods was playing a performer. Having once belonged to a troupe this was an easy task and best of all sometimes he didn't even have to steal the food if he performed well enough. With the rain coming down harder, Bon Vaygan really did not want to spend any more time in the rain to think up another plot.

Taking a deep breath, Bon Vaygan approached the door. Already he had an alias in mind should he need it. As he exhaled his arm moved towards the door and his paw began to bang against the hard wood doors.

KNOCK KNOCK