Frantic activity seizes the HQ as NPCs rush about preparing various pieces of equipment. Soldiers are trained, vehicles are given maintenance, melee weapons are sharpened, and long-range weapons are sighted in. Defenses are primed as well.
Other tribes hear this racket and think that the Ravens are building some Supreme Scheme for Riches.
Scouting parties, on Raven Double Crossers, are covertly dispatched throughout Chima. Each party consists of three Ravens.
Ravens in the HQ tent go over blueprints for classified buildings, finalizing many of them.
Soldiers and Pilots continue training. The Raven Air Force pilots are rigorously trained, rapidly becoming some of the most well trained pilots in Chima.
Blueprints for a Mobile Strike Command are discussed. Raven engineers begin working things out for how everything will work.
Most of the HQ consists of tents, with one central building in the center amidst piles of junk. The entirety of the HQ is currently surround by a wall with guards and defense outposts throughout. Blueprints are in motion to change this base structure to a more secure layout.
Raven Raiders are deployed to collect materials and resources.
Weapon sharpening and sight alignment continue.
Military trains primarily snipers. Secondarily are demolition teams, strike teams, and artillery operators.
A Crocodile convoy approaches, and it is obvious that the vehicles constitute a Royal Escort.
They stop near the gates, and King Crogall exits his tank.
"Dear Ravens, I am sorry for any bad blood that may have been caused by my lackey in the Mountains," he says. "Whatever he did to injure or frighten your ambassador he did without my permission. He will be punished and demoted. I would like to think that we can quickly move past this incident."
A Crocodile convoy approaches, and it is obvious that the vehicles constitute a Royal Escort.
They stop near the gates, and King Crogall exits his tank.
"Dear Ravens, I am sorry for any bad blood that may have been caused by my lackey in the Mountains," he says. "Whatever he did to injure or frighten your ambassador he did without my permission. He will be punished and demoted. I would like to think that we can quickly move past this incident."
The Raven NPCs emerge from different building projects. The current 2ic meets King Crogall and greets him with a friendly smile. "Ah, we knew something like this was the case. The, uh, raven who had the infraction committed upon is still quite sore about it though..."
The Raven NPC at the Iron Mountain saunters up, with a seemingly hurt expression. "Yeah. I want an apology directly from him!" He squawks.
The 2ic places a hand on his shoulder. "We certainly wouldn't wish for any altercations between our formidable tribes. I think an apology from the croc to our raven, and maybe we can reopen the discussions we had mulled over earlier through that letter?"
The offended Raven NPC seems to sniffle a few over exaggerated whimpers.
"But I think everything should be ok." He grins pleasantly. "Oh, and thank you for being so cordial about it."
A Crocodile convoy approaches, and it is obvious that the vehicles constitute a Royal Escort.
They stop near the gates, and King Crogall exits his tank.
"Dear Ravens, I am sorry for any bad blood that may have been caused by my lackey in the Mountains," he says. "Whatever he did to injure or frighten your ambassador he did without my permission. He will be punished and demoted. I would like to think that we can quickly move past this incident."
The Raven NPCs emerge from different building projects. The current 2ic meets King Crogall and greets him with a friendly smile. "Ah, we knew something like this was the case. The, uh, raven who had the infraction committed upon is still quite sore about it though..."
The Raven NPC at the Iron Mountain saunters up, with a seemingly hurt expression. "Yeah. I want an apology directly from him!" He squawks.
The 2ic places a hand on his shoulder. "We certainly wouldn't wish for any altercations between our formidable tribes. I think an apology from the croc to our raven, and maybe we can reopen the discussions we had mulled over earlier through that letter?"
The offended Raven NPC seems to sniffle a few over exaggerated whimpers.
"But I think everything should be ok." He grins pleasantly. "Oh, and thank you for being so cordial about it."
Crogall nods his head in agreement.
"As you wish."
The crocodiles leave the HQ and return to the swamp.
The Raven NPCs emerge from different building projects. The current 2ic meets King Crogall and greets him with a friendly smile. "Ah, we knew something like this was the case. The, uh, raven who had the infraction committed upon is still quite sore about it though..."
The Raven NPC at the Iron Mountain saunters up, with a seemingly hurt expression. "Yeah. I want an apology directly from him!" He squawks.
The 2ic places a hand on his shoulder. "We certainly wouldn't wish for any altercations between our formidable tribes. I think an apology from the croc to our raven, and maybe we can reopen the discussions we had mulled over earlier through that letter?"
The offended Raven NPC seems to sniffle a few over exaggerated whimpers.
"But I think everything should be ok." He grins pleasantly. "Oh, and thank you for being so cordial about it."
Crogall nods his head in agreement.
"As you wish."
The crocodiles leave the HQ and return to the swamp.
A lone Croc on a Speedor approaches the HQ. He clearly does not want to be there. A Helicrocter flies above him, but he doesn't notice it.
Said Helicrocter is making sure he apologizes.
OOC: I don't know why, but I am just rolling in laughter at this.
IC: The offended Raven NPC is escorted out to meet the Croc in speedor.
2ic Raven NPC waves at the Helicrocter.
OOC: I try. Sort of.
IC: The Croc dismounts and begrudgingly speaks. "I am sorry I shot at you earlier. I am being forced-" A blaster shot from the helicrocter hits the ground near him, causing him to jump-"I will not do such rash things again in the future."
The Helicrocter pilots wave back and wish that they didn't have to do this job.
OOC: I don't know why, but I am just rolling in laughter at this.
IC: The offended Raven NPC is escorted out to meet the Croc in speedor.
2ic Raven NPC waves at the Helicrocter.
OOC: I try. Sort of.
IC: The Croc dismounts and begrudgingly speaks. "I am sorry I shot at you earlier. I am being forced-" A blaster shot from the helicrocter hits the ground near him, causing him to jump-"I will not do such rash things again in the future."
The Helicrocter pilots wave back and wish that they didn't have to do this job.
The offended raven sucks in oxygen to speak, "Worst apology ever, Cro-" The 2ic raven bumps him from the side and grunts something.
"I mean, thank you for the apology. Hopefully our tribal leaders can resume their discussions." He begins to return to the HQ, clearly conveying his distain for the Croc.
The 2ic nods, "Thank you for coming. Please relay our regards to your leader." He smiles and escorts the raven back to the HQ.
IC: The Croc dismounts and begrudgingly speaks. "I am sorry I shot at you earlier. I am being forced-" A blaster shot from the helicrocter hits the ground near him, causing him to jump-"I will not do such rash things again in the future."
The Helicrocter pilots wave back and wish that they didn't have to do this job.
The offended raven sucks in oxygen to speak, "Worst apology ever, Cro-" The 2ic raven bumps him from the side and grunts something.
"I mean, thank you for the apology. Hopefully our tribal leaders can resume their discussions." He begins to return to the HQ, clearly conveying his distain for the Croc.
The 2ic nods, "Thank you for coming. Please relay our regards to your leader." He smiles and escorts the raven back to the HQ.
Work then resumes at the Raven HQ.
The Croc leaves as fast as his Speedor allows him. The Helicrocter waves again, and leaves.
The offended raven sucks in oxygen to speak, "Worst apology ever, Cro-" The 2ic raven bumps him from the side and grunts something.
"I mean, thank you for the apology. Hopefully our tribal leaders can resume their discussions." He begins to return to the HQ, clearly conveying his distain for the Croc.
The 2ic nods, "Thank you for coming. Please relay our regards to your leader." He smiles and escorts the raven back to the HQ.
Work then resumes at the Raven HQ.
The Croc leaves as fast as his Speedor allows him. The Helicrocter waves again, and leaves.
OOC: that would be interesting to see... a helicrocter turning cab upward in the air and waving xD
(I left a similar comment earlier, but no one ever seemed to notice it, upon reading Torahvisions comment however, I finally posted this)
A rhino dressed in black reaches the front gate of your HQ. A while back she recived a letter asking for a meeting, the rhino, who goes by the name of Roviga, finally accepts.
(I left a similar comment earlier, but no one ever seemed to notice it, upon reading Torahvisions comment however, I finally posted this)
A rhino dressed in black reaches the front gate of your HQ. A while back she recived a letter asking for a meeting, the rhino, who goes by the name of Roviga, finally accepts.
OOC: Your post must not have come through Moderation 'cause I never saw it. Sorry.
IC: A 2ic Raven NPC rushes out to greet her and escorts her into the temporary HQ tent. Ravens are busily at work all throughout the HQ. Setting about supplies and such.
Roviga is brought to a very cozy seating arrangement. The raven guides her onto a plushy sofa whilst seating himself on an armchair opposite her. "Our tribe is grateful you decided to respond." A slight easy smile tugs at the edge of his beak. "We asked you here on very specific business. But first, would you like a glass of something? Some food maybe?"
Raven NPCs bring in platters of delicacies and exotic beverages.
Appearance: His feathers have a dark blue glow in bright sunlight; his eyes are large and round and shiny like two gold coins; wears a fiber-woven tunic with many belts and bandoliers to hold onto money pouches and weapons; Chi harness is made from copper gears, springs, and rusted sheet metal; wears a pair of well-polished bronze mechanical wings and matching aviator goggles.
Backstory: Born and raised by the ravens. After a mysterious accident that resulted in the loss of his wings, he tinkered with anything and everything he could find, looking for a way to fly again. He found it in artificial wings (kinda) and can happily fly again (not always very well), but the time he spent stuck on the ground changed him. He's more sympathetic to the ground born, for one thing.
Weapons: A pair of old-fashioned Chi-powered pistols he built himself, a pair of mechanical Springshots, and a six-foot-long oak staff reinforced with steel
Personality: Jumpy and eager, though with a somber side that surfaces every once in a while. Can be a chatterbox, but if he gets an idea for a new invention or contraption, he'll forget his surroundings and stare off into space while he's working it out in his head.
Enjoys: Tinkering, flying, finding unusual pieces of scrap, selling his inventions
Weaknesses: Can be easily distracted, not the strongest flyer, can be a little too friendly with other tribes
Appearance: His feathers have a dark blue glow in bright sunlight; his eyes are large and round and shiny like two gold coins; wears a fiber-woven tunic with many belts and bandoliers to hold onto money pouches and weapons; Chi harness is made from copper gears, springs, and rusted sheet metal; wears a pair of well-polished bronze mechanical wings and matching aviator goggles.
Backstory: Born and raised by the ravens. After a mysterious accident that resulted in the loss of his wings, he tinkered with anything and everything he could find, looking for a way to fly again. He found it in artificial wings (kinda) and can happily fly again (not always very well), but the time he spent stuck on the ground changed him. He's more sympathetic to the ground born, for one thing.
Weapons: A pair of old-fashioned Chi-powered pistols he built himself, a pair of mechanical Springshots, and a six-foot-long oak staff reinforced with steel
Personality: Jumpy and eager, though with a somber side that surfaces every once in a while. Can be a chatterbox, but if he gets an idea for a new invention or contraption, he'll forget his surroundings and stare off into space while he's working it out in his head.
Enjoys: Tinkering, flying, finding unusual pieces of scrap, selling his inventions
Weaknesses: Can be easily distracted, not the strongest flyer, can be a little too friendly with other tribes
OOC: *squeals* Finally!
IC: A raven NPC walks up to you. "Welcome to the tribe... uh," Glances at your submitted bio. "Rags? You are a definite selection. We certainly can use engineers." He smiles happily. This raven appears to be quite sweaty, having been working for a long time. "Currently, we're boosting our HQ's defenses, walls, and other... classified things that our leader, Rawlin, can fill you in on." He smiles, immediately befriending you. "Let me get you started. 2ic is open, if you'd like to be promoted. Our current 2ic filler raven NPC is entertaining a Rhino if you'd like to take over for him." He leads your toward a run down building that seems to be the HQ building.