Post by Arovar Fletchpaw on Jul 1, 2009 15:29:47 GMT -5
Attention soldiers of Fort Emerald Bay! The Night Hawks are commanded to assemble in the parade grounds today at 4 o'clock sharp! It has been decided by Commander Arovar Fletcher that all those assigned to the Night Hawks, or those with aspirations to join this high and most mighty of troops, are to attend!
Do you want to be part of the finest establishment of scouts, front line fighters, and auxiliary weapon wielders this side of Mossflower Wood? Do you want to be first to fight, last to leave, and know every rock, tree, and bush in the South? Do you want to make General Steeleye proud, in fact much prouder than he is of all those other silly troops that haven't half a brain between them?
Join the Night Hawks, and prove your worth!
Attendance mandatory for current members.
"Ahh... that should do it!"
Arovar Fletchpaw stood back and admired his handiwork. Notices for the commencement of duties for the Night Hawks had been posted all over the fort. In the tavern, in the halls, on the training posts, under benches, over benches, on the docks, off the docks, even on a couple ships. Practically everybeast in the fort had heard or was going to hear of the finest group of soldiers around: the Night Hawks! Headed by the finest general ever recruited, of course, that being Arovar Fletchpaw, squirrel fencer and archer extraordinaire. He had come to Emerald Bay offering his expertise as a veteran from the north, and it was true. He had fought in several wars and left his mark on all of them, especially the hapless female squirrelmaids he had had to rescue on occasion. It was a posting he simply couldn't ignore. Life in the luxurious South, leading brave soldiers in epic battles for pride and glory. Sun, surf, and plenty of trees to climb. It was the life!
He turned around and let his hammer and nails drop clumsily back into the box next to him, examining his lustrous, fiery red tail. Arovar was always one to make sure he was clean and tidy, never abiding an unfit outfit. He was a prime example of a squirrel in uniform, even going so far as to add a little bit of flare and fluff to his personal wardrobe. He reached down to the ground and fetched up a large, white feathered hat with a wide, dashing brim that he kept tipped over one eye, just in case he had to wink his sparkling brown eyes at anybeast. A tassel was attached to his waist, coiled over the sheath of his saber, the hilt of which was immaculately polished to a shine.
He knew he was a general here, and had to look the part! The rest of his Emerald Bay uniform was more than a simple general's garment. He had it lined with red and gold, the sleeves puffed out in a fashion that only the fanciest could appreciate, and long silky leggings that wrapped around his footpaws. All in all, any normal soldier would remark that he looked like a fool. But he dared anybeast to call him a fool after seeing his martial prowess!
Standing in the middle of the grounds reserved for the Hawks, he peered back and forth, knowing that it would only be a matter of time before the recruits came swarming in. Twirling a paw about his whiskers, he went back to a chair and leaned it against a sparring post, sitting back upon it and crossing his arms, heedless of the afternoon sun. This was definitely going to be a day to remember, when he welcomed everybeast who wanted in on the only skilled foot troop around!
Yes, sir. Any moment now, he was certain of it...
Do you want to be part of the finest establishment of scouts, front line fighters, and auxiliary weapon wielders this side of Mossflower Wood? Do you want to be first to fight, last to leave, and know every rock, tree, and bush in the South? Do you want to make General Steeleye proud, in fact much prouder than he is of all those other silly troops that haven't half a brain between them?
Join the Night Hawks, and prove your worth!
Attendance mandatory for current members.
"Ahh... that should do it!"
Arovar Fletchpaw stood back and admired his handiwork. Notices for the commencement of duties for the Night Hawks had been posted all over the fort. In the tavern, in the halls, on the training posts, under benches, over benches, on the docks, off the docks, even on a couple ships. Practically everybeast in the fort had heard or was going to hear of the finest group of soldiers around: the Night Hawks! Headed by the finest general ever recruited, of course, that being Arovar Fletchpaw, squirrel fencer and archer extraordinaire. He had come to Emerald Bay offering his expertise as a veteran from the north, and it was true. He had fought in several wars and left his mark on all of them, especially the hapless female squirrelmaids he had had to rescue on occasion. It was a posting he simply couldn't ignore. Life in the luxurious South, leading brave soldiers in epic battles for pride and glory. Sun, surf, and plenty of trees to climb. It was the life!
He turned around and let his hammer and nails drop clumsily back into the box next to him, examining his lustrous, fiery red tail. Arovar was always one to make sure he was clean and tidy, never abiding an unfit outfit. He was a prime example of a squirrel in uniform, even going so far as to add a little bit of flare and fluff to his personal wardrobe. He reached down to the ground and fetched up a large, white feathered hat with a wide, dashing brim that he kept tipped over one eye, just in case he had to wink his sparkling brown eyes at anybeast. A tassel was attached to his waist, coiled over the sheath of his saber, the hilt of which was immaculately polished to a shine.
He knew he was a general here, and had to look the part! The rest of his Emerald Bay uniform was more than a simple general's garment. He had it lined with red and gold, the sleeves puffed out in a fashion that only the fanciest could appreciate, and long silky leggings that wrapped around his footpaws. All in all, any normal soldier would remark that he looked like a fool. But he dared anybeast to call him a fool after seeing his martial prowess!
Standing in the middle of the grounds reserved for the Hawks, he peered back and forth, knowing that it would only be a matter of time before the recruits came swarming in. Twirling a paw about his whiskers, he went back to a chair and leaned it against a sparring post, sitting back upon it and crossing his arms, heedless of the afternoon sun. This was definitely going to be a day to remember, when he welcomed everybeast who wanted in on the only skilled foot troop around!
Yes, sir. Any moment now, he was certain of it...
