The Dusted Trail

[Redstripe the Strong]

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This is an Rp based on the Old West setting, animals are as they are in the book. Vermin called outlaws, there are goodbeasts that are outlaws. Redwall was destroyed long ago but now is a small town by a raging river call Redin Walled. Giant lizards are used as mounts, these lizards are of a different nature then the ones who wear armor and walk on two legs(Not trying to insult Sek's Chars) but these lizards are long legged and speak in a tounge only they understand. The weapons in this ere are Six shot revolvers to ten shot revolvers. Fifteen shot Rifles to the single shot rifle. Single barreled shotgun to bouble barreled shotgun, no fifteen barreled etc just double barreled. The Bow and arrow, comes in three forms normal fire and dynamite. Dynamite is availabe at throwable weapons as are molotive thingytails. Melee weapons include, the hunting/skinning knife, hatchet, and rapier. Not everyone is that outlaw that takes the law into his own hands, there are workers who are building the railroads for the new steamengines. Barowners, the undertaker, farmers, mayor, bankers, etc. Sherifs don't have a long life expectency. You can buy upgrades for weapons, but be reasonable not everyone is super rich. Back in the west fifteen bucks is enough to but a gun enhancement but to get money you have to mine, another job to follow. There are indians, wild beasts. There is a small war fort on the edge of the river about ten miles away from the town. Tell who your character is when you start, give a breif one or a long one your choice. But the max amount of gold you can have at the beginning of your character's start is twenty. Gold is hidden, you can't just take two steps and find hundred of dollors worth. Each ten pounds of gold(Every time you mine you get ten pounds) is worth five dollars. You can start in the Saloon, or in the wilderness your choice. Starting weapons include a marine model six shot revoler, fifteen shot rifle, and the hunting knife. The shotgun and other weapons are for sale but for a price. Theres a job there too, shop owner.

[Gyre]

I wasn't aware that you'd posted these rules already. If you could check out 'Jessica Railfur,' and tell me how I can altar her, if at al, to incorperate her here?

[Wayra Swiftdraw]

When are you gonna start this?

im going to go think about my stuff for my char for when this starts

[Redstripe the Strong]

Yes, Jessica Railfur is alright, the deer thing is actually a cool idea. I'm actually waiting for everyone else to start, to see how you guys go along with the plot. Makin sure no one hauls a cannon into town and calls in airstrikes and what not. But you can post your character here, in your beginning post and such.

[Gyre]

Oi, sorry for the wait. I'll start posting Sunday or Monday.. I've got to get to bed. Kendo tomorrow.

[Gyre]

(Ok! I am here! =3)

It was midday, and teh sun bore down on the hazy and dusted silhouette of the town, Redin Walled. A cicada's buzzing drone grew louder, vibrating Jessica's aching head. She ran a paw over her forehead, and stroked Tyne's shoulder.
"Town's striaght ahead old girl..." Her voice was parched, and her head ached with thirst and hunger. Resting the stock of her rifle on her knee absently, Jess hooked the bolt with her little finger and thingyed the gun. Pushing teh single bullet into the chamer, the white fox closed the action and lifted the heavy rifle with one paw. The muzzle hung down at Tyne's knee as the deer trotted into Redin Walled.
"Let's get something to drink, shall we..." Jess pulled her dusted, lacy hat low over her face, and spurred Tyne into trotting a little faster. Their forms vanished in the red dust and heat.

[benon]

OOC: King are you going to give us missions or what? If you feel like it, drop me an order or whatever.

Wiffler Gerytail CVIII trudged through the wilderness, he had on him the 20 gold peices, his pension from working the fort at the frontier, he was looking for a gold mine, or a river, which ever came first. His 15 shot rifle empty, and his skinning knife sharpened. He spotted a large herd of long legged lizards that he had seen the cavalry riding one time and he decided to see if he could tame one.

[Gyre]

The white fox pushed open a swinging door and entered the tavern. The dramatic, red sunlight spilled in through the door, and burnt her form into nothing but a sillhouette. Her skirt hung heavily, and her ears were erect, listening to the chatter in the tavern die down.
"No one offers thier seat to a lady?" her voice was sweet, but rugged and dusty. The doors swung shut and the light flickered a moment, and her face came into view.

[Silas]

OOC: Mind if I hop in...? Might seem a little late, though.

BIC: A newcomer, looking scorched and dusty already, sat at the bar, finishing his drink. He was a squirrel, nearing his mid-thirties. He wore the clothing of a soldier, but wasn't exactly in the military, the faded blue tunic fitting in with the drab surroundings. In a hip holster he had an eight-shot revolver, one he always kept loaded. In his boot he also kept a small knife, just in case. He surveyed the room with a keen eye, swiveling an ear in the direction of the door, hearing the white fox speak. He didn't move from his current position, but he spoke anyways.

"Not anymore." His voice sounded slightly raspy as he spoke, draining the last of his drink with a final tilt of the mug. Because they don't wanna give up their whiskey, the drunkards... He thought sourly upon the regulars at the bar. "Take mine anyways...." he says, putting some money on the table to pay for his drink. He got up, and made his way outside, into the blistering heat. There was still work to be done, at least on his watch.

[Redstripe the Strong]

Name:Shawn Greyhawk
Race:Mouse
Gender:Male
Age:24
Occupation:Outlaw

Descript:Tall grey and brown mouse wearing rough leather pants, with a holster holding his standered marine issue colt six shooter and extra ammo. Slung on his back, hidden under a rough wool poncho it a 15 shot rifle. He has a light brown leather hat on, with holes for his ear. A peice of wheat hangs from his mouth. He has a worn and faded light blue shirt with a brown leather vest covering it. An ammo sling hangs from his right shoulder to his left hip.

History:His parents were a docter from the town of Redin Walled, and his mother was a wildbeast. He inherited his brown fur from her, and he knows the tounge of the wildbeasts. But when he was still a baby his parents were killed by vermin outlaws. He was raised by a grizzled, but kind old mountain Badger whos name was unknown, he was called Old Man by everyone, and Oldy by few. Shawn learned to hunt, swim, ride a lizard, tell wheather(not 100% accurate, he gets 3 out of 6), he can play cards, and learned to shoot like an expert. His adopted father disappeared two years ago leaving nothing but an old revolver(the one Shawn wears now) Shawn has looked for him eversince never finding him. He wanders now from town to outpost to even wildbeast territory looking for him, but to no good.

Personality:He is an outlaw, he is neither good nor bad, though he will help anybeast who needs it. He robs and steals, cheats and kills, and he gambles. But he has his own set of rights and wrongs. Although when you get to know him, he is a kind person, even though he'll cheat you in cards and take everything you own, even the clothes off your back.

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Shawn stood on the outskirts of Redin Walled. He walked foreward, the dust rising up with each step. A hush seemed to go over the people as they watched him walk into the town. He walked up to the bar and stopped, someone was in the doorway."Move before I have to make you." His voice was gruff, with slight hostility. He could tell by the form and figure of the body, it was a woman. And it was against his rights and wrongs to harm a lady, no matter what.

[Gyre]

Jessica turned sharply to look at the mouse. Her large ears pushed forward in slight interest.
"This certainly is not a grounp of gentlebeasts," teh vixen said cooly, looking the new arival up and down.
"And you haven't raised the bar much I mighta add... I'll move when you ask me nice." With a joking look in her eye, she rest a paw on her hip and raised an eyebrow at the mouse. her skirt was still swinging slowly, and her tattered leather hat was slightly askew.

[Redstripe the Strong]

He sighed,"Please move, before I acquaint you with the barrel of my pistol." He gave a slight smile,"Is that nice enough?" His right paw lowered down to his pistol, he had no intention of using it but he was trying to itimadate her."But know this, I ain't here lookin for bloodshed, I'm looking for my father." He always called the Old Man his father, the only person who could call him father and get away with it.

[Gyre]

Jessica looked down as the mouse fingered his gun. The vixen was unimpressed, and simply turned her back on him slowly. Her white tail swung lazily as she cut across the room and sat at the bar. She took her hat off and lay in on teh cool counter, and waved for the mouse to sit beside her.
"Niether am I mister... I'm only looking for a cool drink, might I offer you one as well?" She flaggd down the bartender with a wave of her small, white paw.
Her rifle hung from her belt like a pistol, the muzzle of the gun only inches from the floor as she sat on the stool. The white oak stock, sat just under her elbow, and she rested her arm on the weapon as she glanced back at the mouse outlaw.

[Redstripe the Strong]

"Sure you can. An don't call me mister. Names Shawn Greyhawk." he sat down and took his hat off and dropped his poncho to the floor revealing his rifle. He sighed,"I weren't gonna use my gun on you miss, just trying to make you move, no hard feelings I hope."

[Gyre]

"None whatsoever," the fox replied, taking her drink from the bartender. "Sawn, if I thought you were about to draw your weapon, I would have drawn mine.." The vixen smiled gamely and glanced up at the mouse.
"Tell the beast what you'd like. I'm paying this time," she said, sipping at the amber liqure. "..So long as you pay next time."