You can start whenever if you happen to come in late, and your ref doesn't need to be done. c:

Okay I'm here! I'm on the computer to like 10 so yeah c:

Tell me when we start please! C:

Wringing his paws and pacing outside of the dirt and grass warren, the small hare's watchful eyes darted around the dark road. "Hopefully..." he muttered to himself, whiskers twitching in unease. What if no one showed up? His sister would think him even more a fool. A failure. He sighed. He just wanted to help the humble citizens of the wood, no matter what, and he couldn't do it alone.

@Imber, is it possible to get back on your 3ds? It would be easier for everyone else if you did c:/

Okay, but my comments will take awhile

It's okay!

A thin, limber shape darted between the branches, no more than a shadow and landed gracedully on the forest floor a few feet from the rabbit. His eyes flicked expectantly at th paper clamped into his jaws; the poster.

(did I do this right? it's my first colors rp)

Wyman jumped as the lithe figure seemed to apear from the night itself. He collected himself, tipping the brim of his large hat. "Here about the fliers, I assume?" He gave a feeble smile, not used to chatting with predators so casually. But, it was to be expected, considering the nature of his quest.

While Wyman jumped at the surprising approach of the fossa, he was more at ease when the lizard spoke, and he said in reply, "No, right on time... should we go into the burrow? It's cold out here, and I did say where we would be meeting on the flier..."

His tail twiched to one side, accepting that this was the host. He glanced around and his gaze met to the lizard. "Quiet cold," He shifted his paws uneasily /am I doing the right thing? These guys might be better than I am/ he thought nevously.

Wyman accepted that as an answer, however odd and loped into the cozy burrow. The small space was filled with jolly rodents and drunken rabbits, all trying to forget about the perils just beyond their village. Wyman nodded at a few hares he passed in recognision before sitting near the small fireplace. He patted the earth beside him, motioning for the two so far to sit down.

(done #WWmacgyver)

He crawled akwardly to join him and took a seat. His large haunches curled up while he streched his forepaws and curled his claws from the force of the stretch, makingna frightening pose. "May I ask your name?" he asked as he stared at the fire

(ugh I wish there was an edit button that sounded horrible I didn't proof read that ._. I'm only 11 i don't know how to liveeeee)

Wyman stiffened, mentally slapping himself for forgetting intoductions. "My apologies, I am Wyman of Greenhill. And you two are?" He wrung his paws some more, feeling more than a little stupid.

(It's fine Imber! As long as we get what you meant it doesn't matter that much c:)

Wyman peeked through the heads of the local animals to spot someone entering through the door. A snake. They don't usually come to the parts, so he figured that she must be here because of his flier. This was turning out to be more successful than he thought...
He waved her over, pointing at the flier in his paw.

"I am uhm-" Macgyver paused, mid-sentence. He quickly gathered himself together "I am Macgyver of, well, no where really," he shrugged "I'm a traveler, I have no 'place', really, always on the go," His gaze flashed around. A dirty look crept up his face. He stopped himself from shaking]
(latee, pretend that happena bit earlier) Macgyvder glanced half-heartedly at the leaf-colored snake

Wyman gave a quick bow to each of the animals gathered there, and greeted the snake with a wan smile. "And who might you be?"

Macgyver sat placidly on his worn breeches

Macgyvers thin body made a long, rumbling sound. His hunger was forgotten when he arrived, but had obviously, quickly returned. He glanced at the lizard slyly.
Sir Rowan and Macgyver clearly wouldn't be the
/closest/ friends.

(oh shoot man im so sorry im late!)

logan ran as fast as he could scrambling to get to the meeting of animals that slowly started forming, as he arrived he was heaving in breathes, not very formaly he looked awkward and embarresed
"im sorry! I got lost- is this the place the fliers are for?" he takes off his hat and runs his paw through the fur on the top of his head before replacing it

He dipped his hat at the snake before turning his attention to the matters at hand. "I'm going to start now... anyone who comes later is still welcome to join in though." He gave a small chuckle before coughing and continuing. "We are all here because we worry about the spirits that plague the forests, I assume. I created this Pact out of desparation and out of love for my village, and am glad to have folks such as you join my cause. Tomorrow, when all who wish to join have collected, we will go out to scout. I'm letting you know this because while our intention is to just gather information on our shared enemy, it might turn into a scuffle and I want to be prepared..." He glanced nervously between the gathered animals, hoping it wasn't too obvious little speech was made on the fly.

Wyman was finishing his speech when a flustered otter dashed into the burrow, spooking a few rabbits, Wyman included. He laughed it off, clutching his chest. "Yes, yes! You're just in time." He peeked out timidly from under the wide brim of his hat, studying the newcomer.

he waved a bit before scaning the other animals.smiling at the sight of the reptiles, growing up in a river the sight of a water mocasin or a crocodile wasnt to far from an everyday experience,
so he had nothing to really fear in fact he found reptiles to be quite charming "sorry-please continue- "

Un-nerved by the speech, Macgyver raised an eyebrow at Wyman. "Can't we eat? I'm /starving/," he grumbled under his breath and swiped his tounge over his lips quickly.

(Oh my goodness, I want to join this so badly. Q-Q But most unfortunately, it starts too late for me my time.)

Wyman nodded, continuing his spiel. "So, I've figured that these things don't occur naturally, these 'Spirit puppets' as I've taken to calling them. It requires pretty powerful magic to fuse a soul to a hunk of wood and make it actually move! So that means someone is behind this... why, I don't know. Maybe it was an accident, maybe they're just malicious, but we have to stop them.... just last month I lost my brother to these spirits. I don't want that to happen again." He ended it in a whisper, paws intertwined yet again, wrung over and over out of nerves.

logans eyes sadden "im sorry for your loss.. i suppose that settles it then hm? these puppets..have a puppet master. they will be like a weed.. the only way to get rid of it is to get to the root of the problem."

(Ah, that sucks Glory! Maybe I can try to hold it earlier?)

Wyman nodded at Macgyver's request. "Just call one of the waiters over. I'm sure they can sate your... er... appetite. Not sure they serve flesh though.." He coughed, hoping he didn't offend him.

( @Quad: Thank you for your consideration! I would love that, but only if the other members are alright with it. Either way, I wouldn't be able to stay for more than a couple hours, but if you and everybody else are okay with a time change just so that I can stay for a few hours every week, then I would love to join you all.)

(on my part it probalby wouldn't work because I have to go to bed eventually)
He grabbed a small fish from the waiter's plate and glared at the Lizard, almost reading his thoughts, dared him to say it aloud, though silence followed.

(I can try, Glory! What does everyone think?)

Wyman nodded solemnly. "We can only hope it's not more than one person behind this..." He chuckled in a sickly way.

logan looks slightly confused as he thought you were supposed to bring your own food. he looks down as the bag of oysters he brought and coughs pulling one out

(im fine with whatever tbh as long as its not like 2 am XD )

He gulped up his fish and stared at Wyman and shook his head in what was probably an agreement
(my internet isn't working right now D: )

Wyman stared at his paws for a while, listening to the din of the restaraunt. To break the silence, he asked, "So where are all of you from? I can't imagine that some of you are from anywhere near little old Greenhill." He smiled, whiskers twitching. He hoped to get to know these folk better. Despite all their quirks, they didn't seem like bad people.

His pelt pricked and he began to regurgitate his large dagger from his stomach (ewW!! yuck) He began to clean the spit from it and answered Wyman, "Some deep forest probably," he said.

logan grunted at the obvious tension building between the fossa and lizard
"so- are there any places the attacks seem the strongest?"
trying to breakmthe silence

Wyman winced at the... display the fossa put on. Answering both animals at once, he muttered, "Yes, they're weak wherever the sticks and logs join together. Like... wooden elbows..." Turning back to Macgyver, a sickly look still on his pinched face, he muttered, "Probably?"

(whoops lol)

Logan stood up looking proud
"logans the name! grew up in the north river, quite the beautiful place if i do say so myself- if you dont mind mosquitos."
a mosquito hissed, clwarly offended
"mm i should shut my trap-"

Tilting his head so he could now look at Hera, he chuckled. "Seems nice, just by the tone of your voice... fond memories?"

spoilers the mosquito is the puppet master

(Oh dang it I missed it !)

"Not really sure where I'm from. Never met my parents, actually, I don't think I have any kin that I know off," He picked up his dagger in his jaws and swirved it in the air, imatating a magic wand and clenched his teeth at Sir Rowan.

( @Miyoni, you can still butt in!)

( @Quadruped Okay, whats happened?)

(Basically we're all just gathered in the tavern and are introducing the problem and our characters!)

Wyman nodded, understanding Hera's nostalgia.

(I think some are not alright with the time change, so I might just have to watch until something changes. xP Thanks for your efforts, Quad!)

(Okay, uh)... Athren flew into the tavern, landing next to the others with the fliers in his beak.

Macgyver's shoulers slumped "A little late, don't ya think?" he chortled

Wyman, yet again, nearly jumped out of his fur when a large eagle landed right amid theie group. *So much for being an inspiring leader..* he thought, brushing the dust off of his cloak and picking himself up off the ground. His hat off, he bowed at the great bird, asking, "For the Pact, I assume?"

(Bye Kole!)

Athren nodded, "Yes, I believe this is the right place? I had to travel far to get here..." He shook out his wings and settled down.

Logan had his mouth full of oysters when the eagle came in
"WOA"
he swallowed quickly
"I havent seen an eagle so close before! my ma was right you are alot taller face to face!"

Wyman nods, placing his hat back on his head. "Yep, this is the place! May I ask you what your name is?" He tilted his head, large ears falling onto his hat.

Athren shifted his talons, "I am Athren, from far up North." He glanced at Login for a moment.

logan couldnt help but smile "It looks like we have quite the army growing- id say at least- "

"Far up north" he mimiked
He defenitly did /not/ like Athren.
"Only an army if you can fight. Athren, may I ask what /your/ specialty is?"

Wyman nods before standing up, long face becoming suddenly grim. "Come, I think most of us are here, we can go look at the damage." He coughs before loping towards the door, keeping it open for those that didn't have front paws.

logan shot the fosa a glance "ay mate why the sour attitude? does it matter- the more the merrier! "
he spread his arms apart
"i say if you all share the same objective you come together and make it a reality!

logan shuffled along after the bun to see the mentioned damage

Athren turned to Macgyver, peering at him with a glare "Combat, wind magics. Yours?"

(gtg to my bed but i will sneak on >:D)

"I am an extreme specialst in assisanation and close combat, thanks." He snarled, barring thorn sharp teeth. He followed the others and swallowed his sword. His body convolsed under the daggers weight. Macgyver gave himslef a shake

Athren only snorted, following the others out. (Sorry if I don't write much !)

"im just wonder you keep eating your weapon.. "
he frowns slightly "does it taste good? why dont you make a sheathe to sling over your body similar to my water bag? saves the trouble of regergitating-"

Wyman closed the door when they'd all exited, spooking a mouse leaning against the dirt wall, smoking a pipe. She jumped at the sight of so many predators, and Wyman reassured her that they meant no harm. Moving on, Wyman loped to the edge of the small, mostly underground city to a smoking pit. The bitter smell of burnt hair lingered around the area, and though there have been efforts to put out the flames, it still smoldered softly. He flicked a paw at the pit. "That used to be a home. The spirits caught their wooden puppets on fire and stormed the home. I assume they went back to their master bodyless..." He sighs, feeling tears drip down his whiskers. *Some brave hero you are, crying on the first day...* The thought made him sniffle more.

Logan put a paw on the shaking wyman "dont worry captain, we will stop the evil that did this.. " using his paws he took water out from his pouch before sending it showering over the remaining small flames causing the dark to flood in more"no animal should have to fear this..

"It doesn't taste good. It's like eating a large spoon," he began casually, "But I eat it because it helps me balence my light weight into something more even," "if I put it on my back I would have troube running and leaping."

(oops that was late)

He brushed his pelt, sort of akwardly, to Wyman reasuringly.

Wyman wiped a paw against his now wet face. "Thanks... I guess things like this is all the more reason to fight these things..." At that, a mouse hustled over to the group, a bucket in one hand and a sword pointed straight at them in the other. "What're you lot doing here! We're trying to patch this thing up!" She glared at the group, whiskers twitching in annoyance.

(Adding a new character due to lack of females ahah. I just like it to be of a more equal number)

Macgyver bared his teeth menacingly "Scram! We're busy!"

"sorry mam- we meant no harm-"

he points at macgyver

"pay no mind to him hes got a sword down his throat and is a little grumpy."

The small mouse woman shouted back at the fossa, brandishing bucket and dagger like a sword and shield. "Well why don't you tell me!?" Wyman looked up from his sniveling and spoke. "We're trying to help the people of this village." He shrugged, hat falling over his eyes.

*"Tell me what you're doing"
whoops

( i love sassy mouse. can she ride on someones hat?)

She eyed the otter, nodding. "Got that 'e was grumpy... sword down his throat?" She brushed it off. That wasn't important right now.

(She's probably small enough ahah. The size of a small child to Logan)

Macgyver placed a paw on the mouse's sword and gentally aimed downward. "Try me."

"carefull fossa you may have size but she has speed. wouldnt reckon youd like to miss an eye hotshot."

"Oh for the love of-!" Athren spat, "Your pointless bickering and fighting is not going to help anyone!"

He glared at the otter "You want to see speed?!" He hissed, then flicked his tail dismissivly, they were getting off track.

"Ohhhh that does it, you filthy bilgehound!" She started charging at the fossa, tripping midway and tumbling head over heels. Wyman, despite his morose mood, stifled a laugh as the thuroughly flustered mouse picked herself back up. "Lucky for you I didn't see that rock..." she mumbled, rubbing her scraped chin.

(UGH I CAN'T PROOF READ B'CAUSE I'M ON A DS ;_; IGNORE MY SPELLING ERRORS AHH)

Wyman agreed with Athren. "Guys, perhaps we should focus on the bigger enemy..." He was wringing his paws again, even more nervous now that these folks weren't getting along.

"Lucky for you, the rock had been there!" he chortled

"Fine," He spat and calmed down

"wyman is right.. and fossa I do not fear you.. threaten as youd like, We are going to need to get along if we want to defeat this.. can i ask you to be a little more courteous and ill stop nagging you. understood?"

The mouse, now too embarrassed to give some complaint, explained. "I'm Nona... and I WAS trying to fill that pit up so it wasn't so ugly, but then you folk came along..." She grumbled before sheathing her small sword and dropping the empty bucket.

"fill it in you say-alright little lady how may we help?"

He crouched silently

Nona shrugged. "Not that important I guess. Just thought it might be a sight newcomers wouldn't want to see first thing." She shoved her hands into her pockets, chin still bleeding a little. "So, fighting these monsters, huh? That's something i can get behind." She laughed, scanning the group. Wyman offered a paw for her to shake. "You can join, if you'd like." She shrugged, shaking his paw vigorously. "Sure thing, rabbit." Wyman grumbled. "Hare..." Nona laughed, saying, "Whatever..."

Athren waited in silence, watching.

Nona eyed the eagle warily, however. "You don't.... eat little folk like me, right?" She glanced at his talons, each foot just as large as she.

Macgyver stiffled a sigh
(Next roleplay I want to sneak in another chacter for me if ya don't mind >:D)

*man i thought he was a bunny..a floof bun.*
logan smiles at his thoughts and chuckles a bit
"well then welcome aboard ms. nona!"
his eyes turn toward athren as he hums slightly "i feel as if we should have a name fir our little gang of fighters.. like something EPIC!"

"He wont, but /I/ could" he swiped his tounge over his jaws breifly.
(KARP MY DS IS DYING)

Athren laughed, "Fear not, mouse. You wouldn't last me long, anyways." He shuffled his talons again, looking up at the sky.

"A name?"

(That's alright Imber, and oh no! We won.t do anything super important this time around, but I hope yiu can stay for a little longer!)

She nodded at the otter. "Thank ye kindly sir." Wyman laughed. "I agree, something to inspire hope... or just sound cool. Either way." He smirked in the shadows under the brim of his hat. Nona flinched at the fossa's comment, putting a paw on her sword. "Try eating me and I'll gut ye from the inside!"

(I hope I last long D: It's really fun!)
"I eat a dagger. Do ya think a lil' mouse like you can scratch me?" He flexed his spine

logan smiles eyes lighting up
"SOMETHING EMPOWERING!"
he clenches his paws
"Like the resistance or warriors or-or- "
he shrugs "I got nothin." he laughs

(when it dies I promise I'll read it all tomorrow)

"Maybe Sword warriors!" He clenched his dagger in his teeth and swong it around

Wyman laughs. "How bout just the Woodland Warriors. It's got alliteration, and it's simple, no?" He paused. "Not very inspiring though..." Nona shrugged. "It does the job."

Wyman shrugged. "But not all of us use swords..." He flicked his wrist and a little flame sprung up between his claws.

"ay I kinda like that! fun to say not too hard on the old noggin!"

"That sounds fine," he frowned. He liked his idea better, but he didn't complain

(gtg really soon! o.o beware if I just disapear!)

Athren lifted his broad wings impatiently, opening and closing his beak. *This isn't what I signed up for...*

(Okay! Goodbye in advance I guess! c:/)

(suprisingly, eating a dagger doesn't make you burn from the inside, but a pistachio does. hm)

Wyman nodded. "It's decided then." He noticed Athren getting impatient, then began hopping towards the forest. "Come on, let's see if we can find a good place to camp for the night. We have to be out there in case they decide to come back." Nona shrugs. "Fine by me. Not like I have anywhere to stay back in the village."

logan puts hit hands on his hips
"We are going to do great things! I can feel it!"
glancing at the eagle he trotted up to him elbowing him softly "ay with your wind magic, fun buns fire, all our swords men,- hell everyone- we will stop the demons in their tracks!"

"Finally," Athren grumbled, soaring after the hare.

Athren turned to Logan, "Yeah well, don't get too excited. We don't quite know how strong they really are."

Wyman nodded. "While I do value optimism, we shouldn't count our radishes before we pull em out of the ground..." Nona shrugged. "True, I guess."

(Ahhhh I have to go. See you guys tomorrow! You can finish up if you want)

(I gotta go to, see you guys next time ! Sorry I didn't say much)

Logan grunts "yes yes.. i know.. im sorry.. ill be more.. realistic.. "
he frowns
(alright adios then i think its not too bad of a place to stop?)

Kino: -peeks out from a bush- hmmm wonder if i can find a job nearby -wanders for someone in search of a merecenary-

Kino: -walks into the town with the tavern searching for a customer-

Kino: -posts poster on a board and it says "mercenary fox Kino charging fees vary- Hopefully that will help

((srry im so late...))