Misfits rabble rousing pack!

[Ryan Naismith]

"I've got a batch of my special stuff! Should be done soon, in about an hour or two."
You remember that stuff, it smelled foul, tasted foul, and when you drank it, it made you feel dizzy. But it did make you feel warm and happy, which is probably why the humans are so fond of it.

[Dr. Prower]

Janine let out a soft sigh as she walked away from Sen, staring down at her wound. It actually did hurt quite a bit, but she had tried her best not to let anyone see. Now that Sen had called her out on it, she didn't care anymore and winced as she took each step. 'I understand where he's coming from, cause we did lose some people, including... him. But I just hate how hard he is whenever I screw up even just a little bit. I guess I really shouldn't take it personally since he seems to be that way with everyone, but I just get tired of dealing with him.'

[Angder]

Mal rolled his eyes, as Jon started to talk, and he glanced over to Janine, still she hides that wound, bloody idiot. Maybe I should go help her, after all I... He stopped that thought in its tracks, no he would NOT go to her, such a thing would be quite wrong, they went to him, that was that.

Mal moved up to the shop, and headed just inside, waiting for Jon, trying to make his impatience obvious but not so obvious as to be rude. It was always important to remain polite among friends...

[Jacob Hail]

Andrew shook his head, hopping down from  his branch and hitting the ground with  a quiet "pad". He knew first hand that slavers  were no joke, but to be berated at every mess up, scolded for the tiniest  of mistakes got on his nerves and not just when it happened to him. But the conversation  was done and over with and the shark didnt want  to get involved any further and cause another fight. Besides, about now was the time he started his work out.

Stretching, he headed over to a practice dummy that was set up in a field not to far away, taking a stance before throwing a few hard punches into it with a loud growl.

[coolcoyote]

Not too far away, behind some bushes next to a tight cluster of trees a pair of yellow eyes watched the camp most intently.

Rascals tail twitched as he examined the camp its inhabitants. They were mostly foxes from what he could see. A few were familier, he may have traded with them In the past but it was so long ago since he visited these woods.

The smell of cooking food made the fox's swollen stomach growl. "Easy there, we will be having dinner soon." The fox said to himself. Rubbing his chin the vulpine thought about how best to approach this.

He could just walk down there like a sane and normal person and introduce himself.  Tribes tended to keep to themselves though in these parts and looked at outsiders with a sense of parinoia. Rascal wanted to fill his tummy with yummi foods...not a spear thrown by some paniced backwater twit.

He could wait until nightfall and see if he could 'barrow' supplies, then pay them back with a ten percent discount from his shop in the morning!

But the fox was hungry now!

So what to do what to do.

As he thought about the problem a sly smile spread across his face. "It is crazy enough it might just work."

Taking off his coat and stuffing it into his duffle burlap sack he carried ths fox pulled out his vest from the same sack. it was a bit more well worn and not as flashy, if a bit tighter than the coat across his chest.

Taking paw fulls of dirt from the ground around him the fox began to pat himself down. Ruffling his fur to make himself more of a mess the fox giggled at his own idea.

Taking the sack in paw the vulpine then began to approach the camp. When he got closer he coughed once. Taking a deep breath Rascal then let out a loud yelp, "Help! Slavers! Slavers are after me!"

He allowed himself a quick chuckle before shouting again, "Help help! Slavers are out to get me!"

The fox then started running toward the camp, flailing his arms about as he did. Perhaps the camp would take pitty upon a poor helpless fox besieged by slavers...as opposed to a merchant out to get their gold...

[kalan]

Beryl sat on a stump poking at the coals below his pot inside bubbled a stew he'd been working at for awhile now. All that was missing had just arrived or so he thought he had heard vegetables among the conversation. He always prefered to keep his ears out of others scoldings. He stood up and threw another log in the coals and walk toward sen meeting him along the path. "Anything good today, much as a meat stew might sound good im afriad probably be a bit better with a bit a greens in it" he turned his head toward the directions of shouting something about slavers. His ears shot straight up and and he emmited a curious growl "whats this" he said as a rather dingy looking fox came scrambling outta the woods.

[MaskaTheOtter]

In the distance large amounts of black smoke pours out of the tree tops only a kilometer in the north. Shortly after the smoke starts an Otter wearing ripped and burned cloths limps his way towards the camp. His right arm is in a sling and his left leg has a makeshift splint on it. The unfamiliar otter makes it to the edge of the camp before mumbling something and collapsing to the ground.

[Senjiku Ayakashi]

Sen set the bags down quickly, immediately realizing his bow was on his perch. He quickly ran towards the entrance, a quarter of the way, he drew his longsword and had it trailing behind him. Once at the opening he flicked his wrist sqinging the blade around to face the fox. "Mal check on the burnt fool. Now, name thyself and state your intentions." Sen had shifted his stance to a more threatening one. His feelings toward the earlier conversation had made his patience short.

[Dr. Prower]

Jam turned around and began watching the events with the otter unfold from a distance. She considered going over there to make sure everything was all right, but she hesitated, not wanting to go near Sen and irritate him further. "I better just get myself treated for this wound..." She decided to go see Mal and get her injury checked out.

[Angder]

Jon finally Handed Mal his sword, and just when he was about to check it, Sen needed him. he put the sword in its sheath, and moved quickly to the otter, "Janine! as you appear to be going in the right direction can you grab my medical supplies and bring them down here, I don't want to move this guy, just wait there for a sec so I can figure out what we need" He yelled, he then checked the otters injuries.

"right arm broken, left leg... serious burns all over" he mumbled, he then looked behind him and went back to yelling "JANINE, fetch all the Dunnleaf I have, I restocked today so there should be enough for his burns, fetch some Endersgen" Mal paused for a second, "also fetch some Englsbark, its what I use for open wounds, he wont need much of it but bring a lot of it over here anyway. Also standard  healing supplies, cloth, pestle and mortar, you know the rest"

Mal remained next to the otter, and watched him, a serious expression on his face. "he should live" Mal stated, after a long delay "can't say much more than that though."

[Jacob Hail]

Andrew stared at the smoke as it rose above the trees, his eyes shifting as one person called out "slavers", another collapseing in a field. A sense of fear and dread washed over him as he began to sprint towards his tree, pushing past others as he reached its base. It didnt take long for him to accend the branches, climning up quickly and perching himself at the top. "It dosent appear they were followed." Andrew called down as his eyes glanceing along the tree line. "But i wouldn't  get to comfortable yet."

[coolcoyote]

The plump and pudgy Rascal came to a skidding halt when the blade was leveled at him. "Whoa! Whoa! Hey now, let's take it easy now." He was prepaired for a reaction like this.

Rascal was not however prepaired for the second person to stumble through the woods and collapse from an actual slaver attack! "Well then..." The fox said simply. This kind of threw a kink into his plans. "Uh...what he said. Slavers! Yes! Came out of no where! Dozens of them! All the screaming and yelling and...slavering. It all happened so fast!"

The fox tried to push the blade away from his neck with two fingers, "So why don't we point that thing away  from me and focus on getting out of here, ai?" In the pit of his stomach Rascal was feeling a real sense of dread.

If there were slavers here then he had no desire to stay here and get caught because he tried to con his way into a bowl of stew. He cant exactly back out easily either though...not now.

[kalan]

Beryl turned on a dime and sprinted back towards the cook fire turning over the log along the edge of the cooking area revealing a hollowed out portion underneath and a sword inside. He quickly loosened the leather strap holding it in place he removed the blade and tied it around his waist as he ran back to sen and the fox. He drew the blade as he stared over the foxes shoulder and into the forest behind well still keeping keeping the fox in the corner of his eye. "What do we got" He asked sen. He heard the fox speaking to sen as he was getting his sword but was too far away to make out what he said. He glanced over his shoulder for a moment and returned his attention infront of him. That guy sounds pretty tore up he thought to himself

[MaskaTheOtter]

The otter notices someone near him and starts to struggle only to find that this stranger is trying to help him. The otter calms down and tries to remain still as he is being treated, looking up at this new friend he says one thing "placet auxilium" with that he moves his free arm to pull out a chunk of gold and drops it by the stranger "accipere hanc"

[Senjiku Ayakashi]

Senjiku moved the blade slightly to scare his hand away from it. "So you're telling me that you ran here thinking we'd help all because you ran from slavers. I'm slightly not believing your story. Signal fires are simple to make, so whats to say you two arent accomplices and something went wrong?" Sens body language said he'd strike if proviked but he didn't want to kill anyone. He watched where the smoke was coming from before making a decision. Beryl, escot this fox into the camp, im going to see whats going on."