Landing {open}

[Yyn]

<sub>She had been travelling for quite the distance. No matter who she questioned, they all said the same thing: Redwall has long since been forgotten. But then where do all the ones who need a home go to? There must still be someplace. It turns out that a good majority have taken to the seas these days. Skrel had wary thoughts on that matter. She absolutely loathed flying over large bodies of water (and in fact took many precautions and workarounds so she wouldn't have to), but perhaps being on a ship wouldn't quite be the same. After all, a ship has solid wood flooring - a "stable" place for her to land on.

The caracara clacked her beak absentmindedly as she wandered the busy streets. She never wore much except for a cloak, and even then it was well worn and tattered from overuse. Skrel was like many of the avian warriors - they used their beaks and talons, not mouse-made steel. Their claws and scaly legs worked exceedingly well in battle. Even moreso for Skrel's people, specifically. They were well known for using their feet to fight, hunt, and forage. Having your last name based off of how sharp your talons are meant that you were one of the fiercest caracaras on that island.

Now, supposedly, there was a big hub-bub about some map to a lost, forgotten place. Skrel's head snapped towards the murmurs, and she walked toward. One of them was an otter, and his friend a squirrel. "Say that again. What map for what now?"

They glanced up at her, and noticing her menacing bill, quickly agreed. "Yar. Redwall abbey. Heard them myths, ye? A great place, food, shelter. But the map leading to the paradise is lost and torn to pieces. We heard rumors that a certain ship was looking to recruit."

Skrel pondered briefly, as she tapped a claw on the street. "Hmm. Recruit for what? Which ship?"

"What're ye, daft?" The squirrel scoffed.

Lightning-quick, the caracara's right talons took hold on the squirrel's disgusting rag of a shirt and pulled him harshly to the ground. "Say something like that again, and it will be the last words you utter." She released him, and he scrambled to hide behind the otter, who was much less afraid.

The otter shrugged. "The only ship who's been docked here lately at all has been the Nightpearl. And I hear they're recruiting to go a-huntin' for them map pieces."

Skrel bobbed her head in thanks, and glanced around. There should be a Nightpearl recruiter around, right?</sub>

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[kilofox]

Kilo exited a nearby building in a huff, obviously disappointed in his find. he had gone ashore to look for better quality smithing materials, as nearly all the iron he had aboard the Nightpearl had acquired a layer of rust courtesy of the salty sea air. he looked around and stopped dead in his tracks upon seeing the caracara accost the two wandering goodbeasts for information, just close enough for him to hear over the din of the street. he smiled slyly as he ducked into a corner, ready to presently surprise the avian as she passed. he double checked that his appearance was immaculate and his fur was the pure white it normally was while he waited for just the right moment, his off-paw ready to draw his flintlock, the only weapon other than one of his two swords he carried in town, in case things got too violent for his taste.

the Fox waited until just after Skrel passed buy his concealed position before revealing himself.
"so, word has it yer lookin' for a ship, a ship i hap'n to be on. 'ow can i direct you?"
Kilo was smiling wildly on the inside, not letting his emotion show through, he was always happy to play up the sly stereotypes of his species.

[Yyn]

A white, fluffy looking fox emerged from behind her, "so, word has it yer lookin' for a ship, a ship i hap'n to be on. 'ow can i direct you?" The caracara turned around immediately, staring at the creature. She'd seen something akin to his species - though the ones she was familiar to were scrawnier. Easy to kill in a gang, but she managed to get one down all to herself. She rarely took on such an active role in hunting, since truth be told, she's a very lazy predator.

"Word would be right. I'm looking to sign up," Skrel gave a quick preen to her left wing. "And if you're a part of that ship, how close are you all to finding the whole map?"

She eyed the gent. Not very scruffy certainly. He kept himself in good shape. "I'm not interested in chasing down old wives' tales."

The light air was chilly. It was a late afternoon, but that didn't stop the cold from biting at her. Skrel could deal with it, but she hated the winter frost. Winters on the island were the fiercest environments for any living thing to grow up in, and if you survived (and only a small percentage did), you knew you could survive almost anything in the world.

[kilofox]

Kilo barely even registered the once-ove she gave him, looks like that were common enough that he grew desensitized to them. "me? i havn't found a single piece yet, i'm the forgemaster, not a scout" a hint of disdain was detectable in the word. "it's the cap'ns that do the collectin'.. 'alf the beasts on the ship prolly wouldn't know a map piece if it hit 'em in the face and took of with their mum, much less how to read the thing. it exists though, and Scarlet's got one. the other six though"

[kilofox]

(sorry, i'm working off my PSP)
"the other six are mostly rumors and red herrings. for every hundred tales of where another piece is, you'd be lucky if one were true. so far at least. 's just a matter 'o time afores other cap'ns find the rest. maybe we'll have two by then, but then it's easy, just pop off the other ships and we'll have the full set in no time. easy too with the weapons i forge. now if only i could get some quality metal rather than the sea-rusted iron i've got on board"