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fire_of_dawn · 2009-01-08T18:42:09Z

the Premise: You are a young recruit in the Long Patrol. Your Sergeant just informed you that you have a scouting assignment east of Salamandastron. The mission, good fun at first, turns deadly when another recruit (one of you all) is injured. Without officers, your first Patrol may be your last... The Rules: 1. To keep this simple, most of you will be hares. (There's never been a squirrel or otter in the Patrol.) 2. This is strictly military. No magic or super-powers are allowed. 3. Send your information to the Badger Lord (which is me:) Name: Gender: Reason for joining the Patrol: (Think about it. Don't say, 'because my brother joined.') Rank: everyone starts as a "greenpaw", but ask me if you want to be a medic, cook, or quartermaster-in-training. Preferred Weapon: Physical description: For otters, squirrels and mice: Reason you were recruited: Rank: Preferred Weapon: My profiles: Name: Lord Renblud Gender: male Rank: Badger Lord Preferred Weapon: nagunada (resembles a pole-arm with a heavy saber blade.) Name: Starr "Tourniquet" Gender: female Reason for joining: She discovered a talent with herbs early on, which led to her nickname, Tourniquet. Never one to sit idly by, she joined the patrol as a medic. Preferred Weapon: sling and stones. (She won't fight unless the Patrol is in serious danger.) She is also an accomplished kickboxer. Physical: Starr's coat is an unusual sandy beige; she blends in well with rocks or dunes easily. However, she has to be careful: the tips of her ears are dark brown. "I say, chaps, let a gel get some tuck!" Starr exclaimed. Buff, a dark-gray leveret beside her, bellowed aloud, "Hoi, let Torrey through. She's hungry!" Ribald comments answered him: "So're we all, we're hares." "Ah well, skill before stomach I always say." "Shut up, Roc. You're one to talk!" Starr grinned. "That rhymes, old chap... Oh, corks, M'lud's coming! Atten...shun!"

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Mon Aug 15, 2011 2:55 am

Ghost42 says... · Mon Aug 15, 2011 2:55 am

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"I can see from your body stature and supply, you're a medic," I said looking Starr over, "I'd think you would be better fed, if you don't mind, my asking, what are you runnin' from?"

If there is one thing I never go anywhere without, it's my pencil.
Another thing, if schools don't allow wepons, then why do they allow pens? Because, if the pen is mighter than the sword, doesn't that mean the pen is a wepon too?

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