Post #1560165 in Beginning Anew II, a roleplay on RPG

Razzul Whisperpaw

Location: Foresta

The sound of drizzling rain made a calming sound against the roof of the Chief’s old log cabin, a major contrast to the violent storms Eramaa has received in the past week. The tiny cabin was only one room with only a few furnishings. A block of wood sat in the back to serve as a desk, a tattered looking rug from the human times was crumpled along the wooden floor to the right as a sort of bedding, and along the left wall was an elaborate collection of maps, some even dating as far back as 1980. It was in front of these maps that the Wander Chief Razzul stood, studying the map of Eramaa.

Due to recent storms, three fourths of Forte (Eramaa’s mountain town) had been resurfaced by mud. Word of the natural disaster had reached the Chieftains ears earlier this week, just two days after the incident. Razzul had thought they would send him information about the population and not just the condition of the town, but he was disappointed. The mayor of Forte, being one of the biggest airheads in history, only sent a messenger to inform the Chief of the destruction as well as calculations of the damage cost. Although these statistics were useful, the wolf would have been more satisfied with all the details. In the case of an emergency like this one, numbers of the dead, missing, and injured should have come first and costs later. The Chief sent an urgent message back to the mayor to request all of the information as soon as possible, so far there has been no reply. Because of the lack of communication Razzul was planning to arrive at the scene himself. The whole ordeal was starting to give Razzul a headache.

“I should have received notice of Forte’s activities yesterday. It shouldn’t take this long for something as simple as a headcount.” The green and white wolf was beginning to pace up and down the length of the cabin with his head bowed in deep concentration. “Unless something even worse has happened… This is not good.” Because of the recent disaster, Razzul has slowed all logging in fear of loosening more earth that could fuel another mudslide. This may seem a little drastic, but in his opinion it’s better to be safe than sorry. Unfortunately, the Starter government didn’t share the same opinion. The Starters are angered that the exports of wood have lessened, putting a great stress on the Chief. There were two possible solutions: he could increase wood exports to satisfy the Starter’s needs thus endangering his citizens or he could completely stop exports until the rains have stopped to keep the Wanderers safe, causing the Starters to become even angrier. Razzul has gone with the second choice, again supporting his opinion of being ‘more safe than sorry’.

Exhausted with his internal debate, Razzul laid down on his rug, placing his furry head on his paws. A knock came at the door. “Chief Razzul, its Boris sir. A messenger is here to see you.” The deep rough voice of one of the Chief’s guard sounded from outside. “Enter.”
The wooden door opened and revealed a large black bear accompanied by a slightly frightened looking Yariguíes brush finch. Boris, the black bear entered the room, practically pushing the finch along with him until the small bird sat right in front of the wolf. Boris then moved back against the wall all the while making the floorboards creek with his weight. The bird before the Chief cringed with each of the bear’s footsteps.

“Please ignore my friend the bear. I will make sure that he will not harm you in any way.” The wolf stated, smiling softly down at the poor bird.
“Y-yes sir!” The bird chirped. “I have a message from the mayor of Forte.” He began to shuffle items around in his small bag before he pulled out a small folded piece of paper. He unfolded the paper with his beak, cleared his voice, and read. “ Dear Chief Razzul, we have undergone procedure to find the information you are seeking. Due to this week’s recent tragedy a total of nine animals are dead, thirteen are missing, and thirty-two are injured severely. In my years as mayor of Forte I have never seen such destruction. This has to be the biggest disaster in Wanderer history. It is difficult to even walk here without slipping. It’s like something I’ve never seen before. That is all.” The brightly colored bird concluded. For a while Razzul was silent, taking in all he heard and replaying it over and over to himself. Nine dead, thirteen missing and thirty-two injured. The mayor was right; this is the biggest tragedy in Wanderer history.

“Also Chief Razzul, I have heard rumors from some travelers that have recently been to Tansanko that there has been some sort of mysterious event.” He paused to let that sink in. “They say that there is a beach close to Fattoria that has turned… rainbow. I don’t know if that interests you or not.” Rainbow beaches? Now that did interest Razzul greatly. Anything strange and new may point to Mother Nature, something that should interest all Wanderers. “Is that all?” The wolf asked the bird. “Yes sir. That is all.” Satisfied with the information he had received, Razzul dismissed the messenger.

“Rainbow beaches. Ha! What a load of baloney don’t you think so Razzul?” Boris the bear asked when the bird left. “Call it what you want, my friend. I believe that these so called rainbow beaches could point us in the direction of Mother Nature.” The bear snickered. “Hmm… I’ll believe that when they prove that humans could talk.” Said the Guard laughing. Razzul couldn’t help but chuckle.

“So what are you planning, Mr. Chief Sir? I know that look in your eye.” Boris asked in a curious tone. “I’m thinking that we need to go on a little vacation. Get the Guards ready. We are going to see what has become of our mud swallowed down. Also, Boris, please send in another messenger. I’m going to send a note to the President of Tansanko.” The black bear nodded and head out of the cabin with the floor boards creaking.

Razzul began to work on a letter to President Ozymandius at his desk. Using his teeth to hold a pen, he began to write:

Dear Mr. President,
I have received word that one of Tansanko’s beaches is a bit different from other beaches. This fact interests the Wanderer community for every new thing not already investigated may have a chance of being connected with Mother Nature. I am asking for your permission to send a group of my explorers to investigate the happenings of this ‘Rainbow Beach’. Also on the issue of wood exports, I can assure you that we are doing all we can to begin logging again, but at this moment in time logging will need to postponed until the storms we are having end. Logging forests causes the earth to become lose making it more vulnerable for mudslides. As you have already heard, Eramaa has had a major mudslide, which destroyed one of our cities. I will take all the necessary precautions to ensure that his doesn’t happen again anytime soon. I will keep you updated in our progress.
Your comrade,
Razzul Whisperpaw

Once he was content with his letter, the Chief gave it to his messenger, a stunning white mare named Stella, to be delivered directly to the President himself. Although the journey may take up to a week and a half, Razzul was confident that it wouldn’t be too late to inform Ozymandius of the wood export problem. When the messenger disappeared though the forest, Razzul headed over to the Guard’s quarters. They were to begin their journey immediately.

Snippet #1560165

located in Earth in 2100, a part of Beginning Anew II, one of the many universes on RPG.

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