Post by Rockpaw Steeleye on Jul 27, 2009 11:49:01 GMT -5
(OOC:Open to anyone who wants to go on a mission!)
Southsward was inland, so the docks seemed like an odd place to set up a mission briefing to go to such a place. But it was here the journey would start for the faithful few who would agree to depart from their home and sail north up the coast before swinging inland to the fabled castle home of the Squirrelking.
Rockpaw knew it would be a long journey; a almost a whole week at sea, then several days' travel across the great woods and flatlands around Castle Floret. Along the way the party might face land pirates, lizard tribes, all the typical dangers of long distance traveling But Southsward had called for help, and help Fort Emerald Bay would provide.
The burly otter was standing in a small room of one of the warehouses along the port, looking at a map on the wall with his single eye, arms crossed over his chest. Soon those who had signed up for the task would be arriving, and he would outline their quest in detail and send them on their way. Hopefully this wouldn't be any more than a simple diplomatic mission, but Rockpaw's seasons of experience had taught him that there was never anything simple when it came to missions like this. It seemed the fewer words it took to describe their objective, the greater chance their was of something going horribly wrong. And there was of course the chance that there were elements in Southsward itself that were working against the crown.
Rockpaw had been in close correspondence with the Squirrelking Ulrich of Southsward for some time now, since they were close and dependable military assets to one another. And because of those letters, Rockpaw had been clued in to the fact that perhaps the Juska tribes were not getting riled up and raiding of their own free will. It might even be a plot against the crown. Though Rockpaw knew Ulrich was sometimes paranoid, he couldn't discount any possibility. Above everything else he wanted his soldiers to come back to him safe and sound, as though he were a doting mother sending her children off to war. Speaking of which, Rockpaw would have gone on this mission himself, but Brooke had worked her magic and dissuaded him completely. It did, after all, make more sense to have their soldiers earn their pay around the fort!
He turned to the table and began sifting through the papers there, looking through the letters and maps and plans he had drawn up for every contingency. All that was left to do was wait for them to come through the door, and he'd send them on their way.
Southsward was inland, so the docks seemed like an odd place to set up a mission briefing to go to such a place. But it was here the journey would start for the faithful few who would agree to depart from their home and sail north up the coast before swinging inland to the fabled castle home of the Squirrelking.
Rockpaw knew it would be a long journey; a almost a whole week at sea, then several days' travel across the great woods and flatlands around Castle Floret. Along the way the party might face land pirates, lizard tribes, all the typical dangers of long distance traveling But Southsward had called for help, and help Fort Emerald Bay would provide.
The burly otter was standing in a small room of one of the warehouses along the port, looking at a map on the wall with his single eye, arms crossed over his chest. Soon those who had signed up for the task would be arriving, and he would outline their quest in detail and send them on their way. Hopefully this wouldn't be any more than a simple diplomatic mission, but Rockpaw's seasons of experience had taught him that there was never anything simple when it came to missions like this. It seemed the fewer words it took to describe their objective, the greater chance their was of something going horribly wrong. And there was of course the chance that there were elements in Southsward itself that were working against the crown.
Rockpaw had been in close correspondence with the Squirrelking Ulrich of Southsward for some time now, since they were close and dependable military assets to one another. And because of those letters, Rockpaw had been clued in to the fact that perhaps the Juska tribes were not getting riled up and raiding of their own free will. It might even be a plot against the crown. Though Rockpaw knew Ulrich was sometimes paranoid, he couldn't discount any possibility. Above everything else he wanted his soldiers to come back to him safe and sound, as though he were a doting mother sending her children off to war. Speaking of which, Rockpaw would have gone on this mission himself, but Brooke had worked her magic and dissuaded him completely. It did, after all, make more sense to have their soldiers earn their pay around the fort!
He turned to the table and began sifting through the papers there, looking through the letters and maps and plans he had drawn up for every contingency. All that was left to do was wait for them to come through the door, and he'd send them on their way.