Roleplaying

Roxy went and kept stitching her scabbords and Sojiro said "That Max does not seem like a decent man... But I try not to speak ill of others." Roxanne stitched carefully and said "I know Sojiro." She finished stitching another scabbord and moved on to the last one. Sojiro examined her work and said "You sew a fine strong seam Roxanne." Roxanne thanked him for the compliment. She finished working and removed her gloves exposing her surprisingly soft hands. She rubbed a lotion on her hands and put a bee's wax balm on her lips. She'd done it that morning but reapplied the substances... Roxanne did have one point of vanity and that was the conditon of her skin... Sojiro took his gloves off and clasped her hand moving it to his face seeming to enjoy the softness. His hands were larger and rougher in comparison. Roxanne was confused by this but Sojiro wanted to talk to her about the past. He normally did not do this but today he did...

Foxes were as a general rule not the largest weres and unlike other weres they very rarely used the hybrid form preferring the complete transformation to a much smaller creature but also again a general rule foxes were intelligent and adept at their trades. They had to be to live and compete with other weres. They were normally neither big or particularly powerful but they were adaptable and intelligent. Roxanne and Sojiro were no different.

Roxanne was curled up in her sitting chair in fox form soaking up the sunshine from the open window purring with contentment. Most weres could purr if they wanted to or make some sort of noise of contentment be it a crooning growl or a soft purr... She wasn't alone in her chair Sojiro was curled around her... Foxes did like to cuddle as a general rule but to this there were more exceptions. Roxanne did think up until then that Sojiro had been one of those exceptions but if the low contented noise was anything to go by she was wrong about that...

Fenra had a cup of ginger root tea and she sipped at the hot drink every so often as she read her newspaper. She sat at the breakfast nook of her cottage, a medium sized house on the corner of center square that was connected to the Village Stables. Fenra was the Awmsk Horse Master. The Village Stable was the largest building in the village and was made up of the main stable, a breeding center, and a large arena. In the back of the main stable was multiple fields for the horses to be turned out into. The whole thing takes up about 36 acres of land.

Remebering she had to do her morning feeding rounds, Fenra put her cup of hot tea down on a coaster, set her newspaper down on the seat and scooted out of the booth. She then made her way across the house and came to a large wooden door on the other side of the dwelling. It was made of oak wood and had beautiful carvings of horses and foals in a field of flowers. Opening the door, Fenra walked into the large stable. The stable itself was a sandy color with a rich, dark brown trim. The little "x"s outside the stall doors were white as was the frame work and rafters inside.

A light lamp was outside each stall and a silver name plate was placed in the front of each stall as well. There were Dutch doors that lead from the stall into the stable. Windows were in each stall so the horses could peek their heads out and see what was happening in center square. Most of the horses in this stable had private owners. The ones in the breeding center were Fenra's.

Fenra had ben training, riding, and breeding horses for 12 years. She took great pride in each and every horse. Here she breed several breeds, first and foremost being the Imperial Warmblood. This breed was used for war horses and for sport as they were strong enough to carry heavy Knights and their gear but was still agile and scopey enough to be an athlete. Another breed here was the Dumbrock Charger, a stout draft-like warhorse. The Kevlan Thoroughbred, a race horse prized for its speed and stamina, was the only type of racehorse bred at Awmsk. The Awmskian Draft horse was a massive specimen of pure muscle, one horse being able to haul 10,000 lbs in one go. Fenra had just successfully bred an Awmskian Draft horse, the dapple grey colt gaining the name "Bingo". Among the other breeds bred here were Dalish Warmbloods, Alstruppers, Drum Chargers and Felvian Falsos.

When the Horse Master passed her favorite horse Des, the black Imperial Warmblood mare neighed in joy. "Hello Dessie". Said the girl as she stroked the white blaze on Des's face. Fenra held out a cookie in her palm for her to take, and the mare happily crutched it up. Fenra then filled up two large buckets of grain and poured some of it into each horse's feed bucket.

Once she was done, Fenra stepped out of the stable and made her way down to the furrier. She needed a fur to make a new saddle pad so she made her way to Mavelle's. She was the gator-lord who made the most wonderful of furs. Fenra wouldn't go anywhere but there. The Horse Master opened the door and a little bell rung as she did so. Fenra walked into the shop as Mavelle stood with a small scowl on her face.

"Hello Mavelle, I need thin fur, preferably fox. Do you have any?" Fenra asked while looking at an handsome rug, twiddling the tassels in her fingers.

Roxanne had fallen asleep without realizing it and woke to a pawing at the door. It was Max she could smell it and reluctantly she shifted back... Roxy was enough of a little sun worshipper to appeal to reptile weres if she hadn't been so timid. Roxanne went and answered the door finding a massive black wolf and Max. The massive wolf shifted back to show an older man Roxanne recognized as the captain of the wolf weres in the guard. He said "You fixed my son's sword and meddled in my affairs..." Sojiro shifted back and said "She was given work and she completed her task doing it well..." The older were ignored Sojiro and said "But it lacks your fine workmanship. I want a refund." "I did not originally make the sword. It is not the folded steel technique merely a mold sharpened. I will not refund you for something I did not forge myself." "I see..." Max said "Father what are you trying to do?" "Assess this fox. I am a recruiter after all." Roxanne said "I refuse. I am not a warrior at heart." "I see... Max come with me we are leaving..." Roxanne knew there was something wrong with that wolf... It left a nasty taste in her mouth...

Mavelle heard the bell above the door ring and she turned to see who it was. Most of the were's during the warmer months were reptilian were's. She couldn't help but be a little disappointed to see a wolf were, the horse master Fenra.

Fortunately for Fenra she still had two fox pelt she still hadn't decided what to do with. "I might," she walked to where she kept the treated and unused furs. They were at the top of the pile of course as she had received them recently, but took her time to grab them to frustrate Fenra. She came back into view with the furs to see the wolf were touching one of her rugs. "I wouldn't be playing with that," she nearly hissed. For all she knew the were could have fleas or ticks, though she would've been upset if any non reptilian were was touching her things. Reptilian were's tended to be cleaner by default. Scales were easier to clean than fur or feathers when in were form.

When the gator-lord hissed at her the stop touching the rug Fenra smiled and merely shrugged it off because she knew this is just how she was.

"My apologies. I was just admiring the craftsmanship of it. You do truly make the best of the best. I don't go anywhere else but here." Fenra calmly stated. She did noticed how long Mavelle took to grab the furs but she didn't mind, the wolf-lord enjoying looking around at all of Mavelle's handy work. Fenra looked over the two furs Mavelle presented her with and she found she liked both of them.

"Those are nice. I will pay for both of them." Fenra gently placed four gold pieces on the table in front of Mavelle as compensation for the furs. The gator-lord handed her the two furs, a permanent scowl in her brow almost the whole time. Fenra just figured it was normal.

"Thank you Mavelle." Fenra said making her way out the shop then stopped in the doorway to turn around and face the female were-lord again. "Oh and Mavelle, you may want to ease up in the brows. You're very pretty you know." Fenra said gently then simply walked out the door.

Mavelle couldn't quite understand the wolf were. Hadn't she just scolded her for touching the rug? Typically most wouldn't compliment her after that. Did she have fur for brains? The 'I don't go anywhere else but here' comment particularly bothered her. Those were the words you'd here a criminal who was staking out your shop say before you were robbed. She didn't know what to do with her compliments but be confused. Maybe the were had some brain disease? That was her only explanation, besides possible insanity.

She had better things to do than question the sanity of the wolf were, like... sit here. There really wasn't much to do unless the butcher got ahold of more furs, or the rare customer came in. Well maybe she'd have time to do one of her favorite things. Sit outside for hours on end in her were form and bask in the sun, doing nothing. Good idea as any.

She shifted into her were form, her pupils becoming narrow slits. Scales erupted from her skin, and her teeth elongated. A tail formed and her nails became claws. After shifting she sat outside her shop basking in the warm sun. She could do this for hours on end, as could most other crocodile weres.

Roxanne was out in fox form with Sojiro and saw the reptile basking in a good spot and decided to resume sunbathing. They were out of her strike range but still within sight and sprawled out together. Roxy and Sojiro didn't want to exactly be by themselves with the wolf guard's funny behavior. They both knew the gator wouldn't protect them but her presence might deter an attack. Roxy actually fell asleep snoring softly looking very much like the image of vulpine contentment. Sojiro was a bit more alert white fur standing out much more and he knew that the wolves would come eventually. He was a wary fox by nature and while he was not strong he was smart and vigilant.

Mavelle was just basking and enjoying the Sun's heat when a pair of foxes disturbed her. She gave a  deep crocodilian hiss as a warning, but they didn't seem to be bothering her or getting any closer. As long as they weren't blocking her sun she wasn't too bothered. Even if they were blocking her light there wasn't too much she would do, she knew better than to start a fight.

She had never seen Sojiro before, whoever this fox were was he looked bothered. She had seen Roxanne around before but didn't know her personally. Mavelle didn't really have any weapons besides her skinning knives, and had very little need to see a blacksmith.

Whatever was wrong with Sojiro — the fox with a broom for tails — wasn't her problem. Unless of course they attracted any danger or drama here, then she couldn't help but make herself a part of the fun.

The Horse Master returned to her cottage and put the furs she had purchased down on her table for later use. She then went through the wooden door on the side of the house and entered the stables. Fenra walked to about the middle of the building and entered Des's stall and the black mare happily walked out of the stall, her metal horseshoes clanking against the cement floor of the stable as she was brought out. Fenra grabbed a body brush and brushed the horse off of dust and dirt, allowing her sheen black coat to shine through.

Des was a magnificent 12 year old, jet black Imperial Warmblood. She had a large white blaze running from the base of her forelock down to her her nose. The mare had 4 perfect white socks. Her father was the famous Buccefalus, the world famous war horse prized for his bravey and strength in battle. Her mother was De Amour, a famous jumper that won three gold medals in the World Equestrian Cup three years in a row. Both her parents were since retired. Des's registered name was War Maiden but Fenra had always called her Des or Dessie.

Fenra put Des on the crossties and then entered the tack room, grabbing Des's bridle, saddle, girth, and leopard skin saddle pad. The wolf-lord tacked up the horse and then strapped a holster to her saddle and sheathed an expensive broad sword into it. Fenra then lead the black mare out of the stable, mounted her quickly, then cantered off down a sunny path in the village.

She rode for a few moments when she came upon Mavelle, Roxanne, and Sojiro bathing in the sun, all in their were form. She knew why Mavelle was there...but why the other two? She only met the white fox once or twice when she stumbled in his jewelry shop. Fenra whoa-ed the black mare and the horse snorted. The wolf-lord walked past the three were-lords and gave Roxanne a nod.

"Hello Roxy." Fenra said as she rode past. Roxanne had made the fine broad sword that was strapped to Des's saddle. She then spurred he horse back to a canter and rode back into the village.

Roxy looked up at the hissing gator and then noticed Sojiro was upset and she rubbed him purring. He shot her a look as that massive black wolf showed up again. Roxy stood up warily. Sojiro was tense. The wolf glared and had a broken spear in his mouth that he dropped in front of Roxy. She took her human form with a sigh and repaired the spear in about ten minutes flat extracting her fee from the pouch and showing the wolf she hadn't jipped him. He took the spear growling and ran off. Roxanne sighed and said "What did I do to cause trouble with those idiots?" Sojiro shifted back and said "You talked back and threw one out of your shop for disrespecting a guest in your house..."

Fenra again? So soon? She had to be staking out her store, there was no way she'd let her rob the place. She hissed as the horse passed by to get it moving a little quicker.

The black wolf had tripped over Mavelle, who promptly hissed and gave him a warning snap. She was simply minding her own business enjoying her sun when the wolf had tripped over her. Her back was bony though and difficult to damage, so she wasn't injured. Just furious. "You best watch where you're going!" She didn't care what standing the wolf had in the village. She wouldn't have cared if it was the village leader himself, she wouldn't let anyone do that to her without a warning.

Roxy saw the wolf trip over the gator and growl at her when she hissed at him. Roxy for her part shot the wolf a dirty look taking fox form again and finding another spot closer to the gator but not too close. Her fur was fluffed up and she was indignant about the whole thing. She made a clicking noise called a geker mouth open wide ears back. Given how small she was it was not the most intimidating thing but it got the point across enough for the wolf to growl raising his hackles. Luckily Samson the were bear came back and his sheer size scared the wolf off. He flat out petted Roxanne and walked back to his shop. The crisis had been averted and Roxanne owed him nails. She also noticed he'd dropped the nails from the meeting hall that were all out of whack in front of her. Samson was a nice man enough said.

Mavelle was fully capable of handling herself and didn't need the bear to frighten the wolf away. If the wolf had decided to attack she knew how to defend herself, though she doubted it would've ever escalated to that. The wolf was gone in the end though, and she was able to resume basking in the sun. She didn't feel like she owed Samson anything as she never felt like she was in any danger.

She turned to Roxanne, "What kind of growl was that?" Her geker had sounded pathetic. Was such a sound really meant to frighten off predators? She had heard were fox cubs make more frightening sounds!

Roxanne said "It's called a geker..."  Her ears and tail were visible in human form at that moment and her ears were back. She looked sheepish as she said "My growl isn't intimidating and I can't hiss... But a geker usually surprises things enough for a split second distraction. A general what the response... Sorry to bother you like this... I told one wolf off for insulting someone else in my home and now his father and him are menacing me... I'd better go and check the forge... I can't leave it unattended for long..." Roxanne and Sojiro went to stoke their respective forges back to temprature...

You live in the Tribe of Awmsk. The tribal land has many forests and mountains ranges, being a mix of both Russian and North Amercian terrain. It snows 4 out of the 12 months a year but is typically a sunny place. The Kaichu den here lies on BreakBack Mountain, north of the tribal village.

The tribal village is very large, as the Tribe of Awmsk is the most powerful one in the entirety of Earth's End. Your tribe is best known for its cunning warriors and state of the art weaponry. Awmsk is also the tribe responsible for choosing the King's gaurd and army every year.

As for the village, there is a large fence that stands 20 feet high and circles the perimeter of the village. In the center is the Lord's hut and connected to that is the main watch tower. Surrounding it is a multitude of villages, shops, and blacksmiths. There is two exits and entries of the village, one at the front gate and one to the rear.

In the land of Earth's End, strange, if not magical, creatures reside. Sometimes, they look just like you and I but sometimes, they take the form of a beast. Earth's End is ruled by were-lords, people who can turn into were-animals at will. Each region contains a tribe of its own with were-animals that dominate is terrain.

There are several Tribes at Earth's End, creating a network of supplies leading to The Great Fortress, Earth's End's mightiest castle and supreme ruler. This is where the great Thule lives as King and ruler of Earth's End. Thule is a mighty Rhino-Lord.

You shall live in the Tribe of Awmsk.

However magical it may seem, Earth's End is plagued by an unruly evil. Each night, between 12:00 and 3:00 am, mysterious insects called Kaichu, thumb sized bugs that look like grasshoppers, crawl out of their caves soley to plague the land. If bitten by a Kaichu, the wound will boil and swell with the toxins, then its venom will release into the body while turning the victim to ash within 2 minutes. Tha ash left behind by the victim will the create a Walking Shadow, a monster unseen or unheard, a warrior of the dead. The Kaichu were not always there, but were put there by a person of unknown identity. The only way you escape the Kaichu is by staying indoors at night, locking and sealing all doors and windows.

Recently, the number of Kaichu killings has sky rocketed, leading Earth End's people to suspect whoever put the Kaichu bug in the land has returned. You must do whatever it takes to stop this plague.

For thousands of years, were-lords have ruled Earth's End. The land has seen many great Kings and many bad ones. The were-lords use their ability for battle, hunting, working, and to better extend their abilities. The people of this land worship the God, Lycaeon, father of the shifters.

Some people in Earth's End do not have the ability to shift into a were. This is uncommon however. The were gene is hereditary and is usually passed down to the male offspring from the father's side and to the females the mother's side. For example, if the mother is a horse-lord and the father is a wolf-lord, their male offspring will almost definetly be werewolves and the female offspring with almost certainly be horse-lords.

Also, the human will take some attributes as the were they shift into. For example, a tiger-lord would have subtly orange skin or a bear-lord would be considerably hairy. A gator-lord may have tuff, possibly hard skin, and a snow leopard-lord would have subtle spots on their skin.

This land is of magic. Use it well.

-When creating a character, state their were-animal and describe it as well.

-When creating a character, be sure to make them within the plot, meaning make sure they are relevant to the village and will have some sort of place there.

-Be nice and respectable to other players.

-No killing off other people's character without their permission.

-Life isn't all magic and butterflies, you live in a cruel world; therefore, you will suffer at times.

-No fantasy animals. Of any kind. I believe that the pure fact people are turning into were-beasts is fantasy enough. There is magic however.

-Mild cussing is allowed (hell, damn)

-Beware between 12:00 and 3:00 am! The Kaichu WILL get you!