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Jaguars and Thieves - Part 1

Jaguars and Thieves - Part 1

The Kingdom of Mercia, run by felines it is a prospering Kingdom. Except when a coup is orchestrated by a Jaguar and... The King dies.

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Introduction

The Kingdom of Mercia Capital City: Midnight City
A thriving Kingdom where Feline Humanoids are the main type of species though you will run into other species present, such as the foreign Wolf, Bear or Fox. There are more species than that, but of course, in Mercia, the main population consist of mostly Felines so I won't get into that just yet.
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Species/Breed/Race:
The Kingdom of Mercia has many Felines species and they are most often referred to as Breeds, or in some situations, Clans. In these Breeds/Clans, come types as well and it can be confusing for a foreigner.
Anyways there are Lions, Leopards, Jaguars, Tigers, Servals, Cheetahs, Pumas and the most common, Cats. Those are just the most commonly known Breeds, but are more lesser known Breeds as the Fossa who are mostly Pirates, and Bobcats who hide away in their mountain towns.
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Types:
As there are quite a variety of Felines Species, most have more than one sub-species and so are categorized into one of the four seasons to depict the environment from which the came. For example, Tigers from the coldest most Northern part of the Kingdom are called Winter Tigers - the equivalent of Siberian Tigers IRL - while Bengal Tigers are referred to as Summer Tigers.

Ex. of Type Categorization:
Spring:Clouded Leopards, Cats
Summer: African Leopards, Cheetahs, Bengal Tigers
Fall: Pumas, Snow Leopards, Lynxes
Winter: Siberian Tigers, Amur Leopards


Sizes:
Sizes are as varied as there as Breeds. The smallest of the Leopards, cats and Servals range from 4 to 5 feet high. While the most common such as Cats, Pumas, and Leopards tend to be 5 to 6 feet tall but the largest of all the felines are the Winter Tigers, growing anywhere from 7 to 8 feet tall with summer tigers and lions vying for second place.
(Wolves, as the biggest foreign threat range from 5 to 6 feet tall.)
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What has happened: The Kingdom of Mercia was peaceful until the king died, apparently killed by his own son, Korso. The palace is in anarchy as the well know Jaguar Lord comes into power and claims that it was the two oldest Princes who have made a play for the throne. In the end, he kills the supposed betrayer, Prince Korso.
Unknown to the people, it was actually the Jaguar lord who killed the King, and afterwards, killed Prince Korso in order to take the Throne. The Queen, knowing the truth has taken her youngest Cub, Prince Soren and escaped. Meanwhile, Prince Everett is still in shock and separated from his family, runs into a Tradesman. How lucky was he.

So far, the funeral for King Helios is being planned and the Jaguar lord has placed a "kill on sight" order for Prince Everett Thane. No one knows where the Queen and Prince Soren have gone to. (THIS ALL TAKES PLACE IN THE FIRST TWO POSTS.)


Plot Mission: Take back the Throne

Character Roles


The Royal Family
The Royal Family are Winter Tigers, as has their family been from the start of the Kingdom. They are beloved by the people, but recently, the King has been ill for awhile and not to mention, the string of bad rumors about the two oldest Princes. What is going on?

  • The King: Helios Thane _deceased_

  • The Queen: Mina "Minnie" Thane {Played by BlueWind_22}

  • 1st Prince: Korso Thane _deceased_

  • 2nd Prince: Everett "Rhett" Thane {Played by BlueWind_22}

  • 3rd Prince: Soren Thane {Played by BlueWind_22}

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Tradesmen Organization
Throughout the land lies a network of handy felines that will do anything from making your house, delivering a message to assassinating your rival. And maybe even kill those pesky shadow monsters that have begun appearing every now and then. All for a bargain that is.

Their business has no name but the felines who work under this mysterious network have many names. Yet the most recognizable name for them is Tradesman and whatever they are best at is often called their Art. And since their business is all about variety, the missions are grouped into rank types and matched to tradesman with an Art that best fits the mission.


  • Head of Tradesman Organization: Sigga AKA Jinx {NPC}

  • The Tradesman Hired: Allan Kosovo (Clouded Leopard) {Played by William Krypt}

  • The Tradesman Apprentice: Ellen "Nellie" Veld (Cheetah) {Played by William Krypt}

Allies

  • Wolf: TBD / Won't appear until the last few posts

Villains

  • Leader of the Coup: Lord Print Corvus (Jaguar) {Played by BlueWind_22}

  • Wolf Mercenary: TBD (Isn't seen in the RP alot)

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Character Portrait: Prince Everett Thane "And why do I have to do this much work? It's not like I'm going to inherit the Throne."
Character Portrait: Nellie Veld "Everybeast has got a part in makin' this world better"
Character Portrait: Queen Mina Thane "I will avenge my King."
Character Portrait: Jana the Lost "I've been cast out by the wolves, threatened by the cats, and shunned by all others. So no, I will not go. It's not like anyone will treat me better somewhere else."
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Character Portrait: Lord Print Corvus "Commoners are pigs that will follow anyone who gives them food and pets, even if it's to the butcher."
Character Portrait: Allan Kosovo "Family, country, trade."

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The Coup

"Bedrest."

The Verdict was final.

King Helios was quarantined to his room and not allowed to take a step away from his bed. It was the royal physician's command and it had to be followed, if the King intended on recovering that is.

In the face of such problems, the Queen had to step up. And step up she did. Much to the dismay of the Lords and Ladies of the court, most of whom hated her for her strange Northern ways. Yet, the one person in court Queen Mina was grateful for, was the lord of the Jaguars. He had helped her a lot in keeping the wrong noses away from the mere thought that the Kingdom of Mercia had a weak ruler. He was also supported strongly the People, something she should have been wary of if she had any idea what he actually was.

A Betrayor at heart, Lord Print Corvus, the lord of the Jaguars, walked into his King's bedchambers. On his face was a Cat's smile, as he sniffed at the cup of wine he held in his hands. "A fine wine you requested, my Lord."

On his bed, King Helios was sitting propped up against pillows, "Corvus, there you are my fellow. I was wondering what was taking that maid so long. Well, I suppose she just became another victim of your charms."
Corvus let out a small chuckle, "That she has."

As Corvus handed the cup of wine to his King, he couldn't help but twitch his tail in excitement. Something his King didn't notice, so occupied with guzzling his cup of forbidden wine, before Gods forbid, the Queen shows up to lecture him about his health. It wasn't long before he was at his last drop, that there was the sound of sliding metal. A sword being pulled from its scabbard.

*****

Prince Everett never knew his day would start with a frenzy of Guards approaching and detaining him and his brother, Prince Korso. It had been strange, and indeed, led the two to wonder about what happened.

"Maybe we have another pie thief on the loose," Everett suggested. A smirk on his face as he leaned back in his chair, balancing it on the back two legs dangerously.

His brother, Korso choked back his laughter, "Or maybe, Soren's Governess has gone crazy again and is trying to hold him hostage for the return of her sanity."

The two continued with their random suggestions of why they were locked up in the library, never once thinking something truly terrifying might have actually happened.

Hours later, they had given up their game and it was when Korso was arguing with the guards, that the doors boomed open. In walked Lord Corvus. At his back were Jaguar guards, not felines that Korso and Everett knew at all. It was odd. Lord Corvus never had permission to bring more than a handful of his own guards into the castle.

With a nod, Lord Corvus dismissed the guards that had been keeping the brothers detained.

Prince Korso's ears twitched, and the fur on his tail began to puff up. "What has happened?"

Everett stayed silent, a sick feeling began to creep through his fur. The Jaguars guards suddenly left the room and closed the doors behind them. Leaving the two Princes and the Jaguar alone.

"Prince Korso, I offer you my sincerest condolences. It appears, your father has been murdered." Lord Corvus bowed his head in what looked like sadness, but instead of turning to lead them to their mother, he didn't move.

At first Everett was confused. His father, dead? It shouldn't have been a surprise if it had been because of his illness, but by murder? Why? And by who?

"Who? Who killed him?!" Korso growled, his hands balling up into fists as he stepped forward.

Lord Corvus lifted his head and Everett hissed in apprehension. The Jaguar Lord was smiling, his eyes were black orbs that had just locked onto his brother, Korso. "You. You killed your father."

Shock filled Everett, followed by automatic rejection. His brother would never ever condone the act of patricide much less enact it. What was going on? Who would accuse his brother of such a thing?

Immediately, his thoughts were answered when Lord Corvus pulled out a blade, and launched himself at Korso. He missed.

Korso had jumped backwards just in time to avoid being gutted, and in the seconds following the movement, both jaguar and tiger paused to share a look. It was wrong. Everything went wrong after that.

*****

"Just go."

"Not on your life."

"I'm not going to survive, Rhett. Look at me."

"I'm not leaving you to die."

"But you have to."

*****

Everett was alone.

His brother was dead.

*****

Nellie shuffled her paws, standing somewhat uncomfortably in the anteroom of the palace. It was the only room an everyday May like herself could get into in the palace, but there had been a fair share of blue blood that had strutted through already. Memories of nights spent memorizing the correct titles and salutations to address those of rank had swirled through her mind as those of high birth entered and left. Of course, she would only have to worry about saying "Your Grace," or "You Excellency," if she was addressed, which hadn't happened yet. The gentry certainly had more on their mind than paying heed to the cheetah who could just pass off in middle class eveningwear that happened to be in the corridor between the study and the drawing room.

Mr. Kosovo was taking too long. He had said if she came with him to the palace, she could have the evening off tomorrow. HMS Elemede was coming in to port tomorrow, and Nellie wanted to be there when the fine sailors were walking the town. She'd love to hear about where those sea cats have been. Aranor? Vixon? Far off Nigerius? Perhaps one of them ha been to Natia. It'd be fun to pick the brain of an outsider's perspective on her homeland. Perhaps one of them would ask her to dance. Heavens knew those Dukes walking by with their stiff collars wouldn't.

What was taking that leopard so long? The consultation was supposed to be the shortest part of the exchange. All the research and work that had gone into determining the state of the palace's guard retinue, THAT had been the time consuming part. The recommendation to her Highness the Queen was supposed to quick, clean, and concise.

There was a disturbance coming from behind the heavy hardwood doors leading into the court. Nellie stained her ears. It was all she could do, it's not like she could go press her head against the door. It would bend the brim of her hat. And, well, the two guards standing on either side of the portal probably wouldn't fancy the move. It sounded physical, whatever it was. Not just another shouting match about some estate or other's taxation. Well, the soldiery withing the walls should be more than able to take care of it. The Tradesman's analysis on the palace security had determined it was more than adequete. Indeed, that had gone over the background of every sentry, save that small band of mercenaries one of the lords like to haul around. What had been his name? Corvus? There were far too many titled to keep track of.

Nellie rubbed the pads of her paws together. Fine, everything was fine. Mr. Kosovo would be along any moment. They could leave this world of pomp and prestige and get back to the station. That had a train to catch after all. Everything would be fine.

*****

Everett panted silently, leaning his large frame against the brick wall. The blood on his paws and shoulder felt heavy, like it was mentally dragging him down. He tried not to think about it. About everything. Right now, he needed to run. Especially right now. Behind him, the sounds of paws softly scuffling against pebbles made his ears go up. They were closing in on him.

He inhaled sharply, and turned to dash forward. If he was correct in where he was going, he would hit the painting door soon and- "Yowch!"

He had run straight into it, so occupied with the sounds behind him that he hadn't noticed how close it was. And instead of just running into it and bouncing off of it, he slammed into it just hard enough that it swung open, allowing him to roll into the general anteroom for the lords and ladies. Aside from having rolled paws over ears like a silly cub out of a painting, he wasn't alone.

He jumped right up to hiss at the stranger. A female cheetah. Was she a guard? Did she want him dead like Corvus? He glared.


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Jana wandered the streets, looking for action.

Action didn't necessarily have to be obvious. A mugging in an alleyway was the same as two lovers in a shouting fit. All were conflicts, but each was different. Jana just collected the information so she could sell it later. It was just something that she could do to make money. She had other ways, of course, but this way was the most subtle - and thus, the most safe.

As the wolf leaned against the wall of some delerict building, she overheard two peasants talking. Making sure she wasn't seen, she moved a bit closer to hear what the cats were saying.

"... believe me, that's what I saw," one of the women said.

"Really, how could such a barbaric Notherner still be Queen," said the second cat as she set down a barrel of pickles.

"Yes, I know. Everyone's still surprised she's here."

"Right! But it's a darn good thing Lord Corvus can keep her in line when the King is so sick."

"I don't doubt the competency of our system, but maybe Lord Corvus should have been appointed Prime Minister."

"Agreed. Sure, the Queen is politically savvy, but how often have you seen her down here among us commoners and not using the Nobles as her playthings..."

"I'm sure it will work out, dear. The system and nobles will keep her and her wild cubs in check."

"Yes, they are honorable people. They'd never betray us."

"Do not forget about King Helios. He will certainly..."

But at that point, Jana had stopped listening, and darted away. The people were unhappy with the Queen handling the affairs of the country? Where was the King? No doubt he was still sick in bed. But why would such an ill fitted Queen still be alive with so many enemies? Maybe Lord Corvus was keeping the mercenaries at bay, but how and why? Wasn't there a rumor that he was the most ambitious cat alive?

In any case, Jana was very curious. However, she couldn't just go sauntering into the palace. For one, she was an urchin, which complicated matters for her. For another, she was a wolf, which complicated matters even more. She'd have to find a way to get more information without going to the actual site. For now, she walked along the alleyway, kicking up dust and litter as she walked among moaning beggars and leering thugs of her home.

*****

To say Nellie was startled at the sudden appearance of the prone, bloodied Prince Everett, would be an understatement. The loud sound behind her had the feline instinctively reaching for a non-existant weapon (clearly she had to disarm before entering the palace) before making a quick turn to face the stranger.

"Yu-your grace! Er, no, uh, HIGHNESS!" Nellie stuttered out, so surprised by his appearance that she ended up missing the prince's title initially by an entire magnitude of rank. Stupid mistake. She had never actually seen any of the royal family in the flesh, and only recognized him from the various likenesses of him and his brothers that were spread across the kingdom. Comparing the image of him from a poster to how she saw him in reality was somewhat surreal.

Normally reasonably quick on her paws, Nellie was clueless on how she was supposed to act. Was she supposed to help the prince up? Mabye she was supposed to go run for help? Or perhaps she should just pretend that she hadn't seen anything, and not speak unless spoken to. Maybe the prince was drunk. But how would even a plastered panther wouldn't get this bloodied. Could this be connected to the scuffle she had been hearing on the other side of the door?

Then he jumped and hissed at her. By the claw, did that count as being addressed? Was she being challenged to a duel? She fumbled through what could pass off as a reply.

"Uh-uh, Ellen Veld, Tradesbeast Second Class, s-sah. Er, your highness." she said pathetically, complete with a passably-performed curtsy. It was a stupid response. The cadet prince hardly cared what her name was. But its not like she could just hiss back. She took a step back, almost reflexivly looking at the sentries at the courtroom door behind her for support.

*****

Everett withdrew his immediate aggression and remembering that he was a prince, got back onto his legs like a normal feline and coughed, "My apologies."

It was then that he saw movement in the corner of his vision. The sentries at the door had moved to drop their pointed spears in his direction. "S-Sir, s-st-stand down. Maybe we s-settle things peacefully."

He stepped backwards, groaning with the pain of having to move his right shoulder. "I didn't do anything!"

The denial didnt seem to help, but it did give him a second to lunge forward to grab Ellie Veld by the forearm. He used her like a shield for a second, but when the sentries stepped forward, he decided to turn and run. Being dragged behind him was Ellie.

The thudding of sentries following behind him was loud in his head. It left little reason for him to use.
All that he could do was run.

Behind him the sentries followed at a distance, thinking that he may kill the civilian should he decide that he could run no longer. That is until the Prince turned a corner and when they followed after him, he and the civilian were nowhere to be seen. The two doors ahead were closed. Which way had he gone?

Through the right door, still running quite fiercely, Everett ran through another door and the bright light of the sun welcomed them. Everett and Ellie were now on the outside walkway that ran atop the outer guard wall. It was also closest to the southern market down below, where the most commoners were.

Behind the Prince and Tradesman, the doors slammed open and the sentries were followed by guards. That said, it was also the same for the door in front of Everett. He stopped and backed away, using Ellie was a shield yet again. "Stay away!"

Both sides moved forward. Everett was trapped.

He pressed his back against the stone railings, and when the guards started to make way for a yellowed and black cat, he hissed. He couldn't let Corvus see him again. In his his arms, the cheetah didn't seem to make any sense of what was going on. What an obedient hostage. Or a savior. He ducked to whisper to her, "I'm sorry."
With a sudden movement, he was atop the rails with Ellie in his arms. He stepped backwards into nothing.

They fell.

The feeling of cool air ran through his fur and he released Ellie as they free fell. In his head and spine, the need to right himself so that he could control his landing was very strong. But as soon as he attempted to, the arrow in his shoulder broke. Pain flooded him and he was too late. He hit the corner of a wood stall and twirled to slam into a stay of straw hay. It didn't seem to soften his landing at all, but at least he was still breathing, barely. And unconscious.
Nearby, the Cheetah and Tradesman Apprentice, landed in a pile of straw hay. She was unhurt, say for a sore paw. It really was a miracle. Wasn't it?

A few feet away, was the outsider wolf, Jana.

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... A few hours later....

A Spotted Coronation


Lord Print Corvus stood before the people, dressed in white formal wear. "My friends, Lords and Ladies, and all felines of Mercia." He spoke somberly and loudly enough for the crowd of people below him to hear him. "The King is dead!"

The crowd let out an audible sigh, and within seconds, felines began to cry and moan. For today, a kind of beloved King had left them. Among them, some even let out snarls of surprise while others just stood there, shocked by the news. And finally, one of them stepped forward. A lone cougar. "Why? What had happened? If his illness was to take him, why hadn't you announced it's low survival rate to us earlier!?

Behind the cougar, the rest of the crowd stepped forward as well to shout their outrage.

Soon, the whole place was in uproar and it didn't show signs of getting any quieter until Lord Crovus shouted for the crowd to settle down.

Finally, the felines fell silent.

"It was not his illness that took him away from us. It was his treasonous sons!" Lord Corvus shouted, and with a great deal of what looked like anger, slammed his paw into the podium he stood behind. "Both, Prince Korso and Prince Everett had conspired to rid the throne of their father, King Helios. I was too slow to act when I found it out myself."

The crowd of felines stilled, shocked by this news.

"This morning, Prince Korso had stabbed his father to death with a sword. And no one would have known if I hadn't walked in and seen it with my own eyes. In a great fit of anger, I attacked him and killed him. But alas, I was too late. King Helios passed away in my arms.... And in the far side of the castle, a few of the guards had come upon Prince Everett. He had been trying to find his brother Prince Soren and kill him. Luckily, we stopped him just in time, but strangely enough, Queen Mina and Prince Soren have not been seen since. No doubt, she had gone into hiding to save her youngest from his murderous elder brothers."

The crowd was still at a standstill. What were they to do without a King?

"However, Prince Everett has escaped. And with current evidence that we have found, it suggests that Queen Mina was aware of the coup but did nothing to stop it. And with Prince Soren gone and suspected to have been fatally wounded by Prince Everett, he is most likely dead. I, as the right hand of the King, will ascend to the throne as King and I will take revenge! Prince Everett is hereby stripped of his title and is wanted, dead or alive for treason! The same goes for the Queen!"

Below him, the crowd roared in agreement. They too wanted revenge for their dead King.

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Nellie rolled painfully as she tried to account for all of her limbs. Well, at least none of them were missing. It had been a long time since she had jumped into a pile of hay, and never from that height. She forced herself into a sitting position, sliding down the stack as she kept her left arm braced against her chest. Must have twisted something.

What had just happened? Nellie was so busy being shocked by the whirlwind of events that anger hadn't had time to seep into her mind's stage. Now a particularly strong flavor of annoyance overtook her. The prince had just treated her as some sort of rag doll, dragging her out of the palace and throwing her off a bridge! So what if he said he was "sorry"? That was like the cliché tradebeast saying, "it's nothing personal," right before they pull the barker's trigger. It doesn't mean a whole lot in the context of the action. From what she could tell, the prince must do these idiotic things quite often, for it seemed like the guards were trying to stop him from doing it again. At least this silly cadet wasn't the heir to the throne!

Nellie resolved to get out of here. She could hear shouting from the bridge above. Probably the sentries just making bets whether their loony prince bit the dust this time. The cheetah half considered waiting around for the guards to come retrieve their royal oaf just so that she could receive an apology from one of them. His Highness the Prince certainly wasn't going to give her one. In the end, she resolved just to head back to the station. She could complain about it to Mr. Kosovo on the train ride back. Whenever he chose showed up, that was.

Brushing herself off with her good arm, the cheetah turned to leave. She couldn't resist making a snarky comment to a nearby shewolf, a rather uncharacteristic move of her. But then again, she had just had a very uncharacteristic experience. "'opefully that ain't a family passtime, eh? Otherwise we'll be runnin' shorta royalty soon."

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Jana was walking along a sidewalk, ignoring the stares of random passersby. Screw them and their holier-than-thou attitude, besides. She had an idea.
Exposing the new king of Mercia as a fraud would probably get her a lot of coin, and also do a lot of good for the common folk. Who knows? Maybe they'd actually drop their foreign policy once they found out a foreigner had saved their country from tyranny. Unfortunately, that would be harder now that the king had begun to gain popularity, spouting propaganda about the royal family. Honestly, it just went to show how stupid people were. Would they really favor the guy who showed up on the throne mysteriously over the people they had trusted for a long time? It didn't make sense, either. The queen was well-known as a kind if stern woman, a woman who had loved her husband for many years. And as the second son - well, she'd never met him personally, but word on the street spoke of how he didn't have one hard-working bone in his body. It couldn't have been either of them.
So how had Corvus convinced everyone of the contrary?
The she-wolf's thought process was interrupted, however, as two figures landed roughly in a wagon of hay nearby. Two heads popped out of the pile. One was that of a cheetah Jana didn't recognize, and the other...
"Well, speak of the devilfish," Jana though aloud. Prince Everett Thane himself, in the flesh.
The cheetah turned to her. "'opefully that ain't a family passtime, eh? Otherwise we'll be runnin' shorta royalty soon," she called snarkishly in a thick rural accent. "Please. As if they aren't already losing enough members," the she-wolf called back.
Suddenly, she heard shouts. Jana's hooded head snapped up to see sentries standing from an above ledge. With a start, Jana realized she had somehow wandered right up to the palace itself.
"Shit," she said. Then she turned to the two in the hay loft. "Okay kids, time to haul ass and run if you don't want to be imprisoned by some insane tyrant! Come on, let's bounce!" Jana began to run, not particularly caring if the two others followed.

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Nellie, already three paces away from the site of impact, was more than a little surprised by the violent reaction of the passing wolf. She knew wolves were supposed to be aggressive, but this was a little much. Perhaps this was why Nellie shouldn't use sarcasm.

Lacking even a feignt idea of what Jana was referring to with the royal family losing members, Nellie nevertheless looked over he shoulder to follow the wolf's gaze up to the sentries. They were holding rifles. Well of course they were, all guards had rifles. But these breechloaders were pointed at them. Not exactly the behavior Nellie would have been expecting from soldiers coming down to retrieve their drunk prince.

Then things began happening quickly. Jana started yelling. The guards on the walls began shooting. And the crowds in the marketplace began screaming. Nellie dove for cover, catching a glimpse of the cowardly wolf running away. Cowardly. Well, cowards are the ones who live another day. The cheetah considered how she could join her, waiting for a window between shots as the guards cycled their rounds. It was hard to stay calm. She had been around small arms most her life, but never on the business end.

It took Nellie a moment to realize that the guards were not aiming for her. Initially figuring that the guards were just poor marksbeasts, a chanced peak over the top of the barrel she crouched behind revealed that the guns were not even pointing towards her. They were pointing at the hay where the prince lay. Why the devil? Something was wrong. This had to be some sort of mutiny. But Nellie thought those barbaric incidents were reserved for the sea. And she had just spent months with Mr. Kosovo vetting these sentries! And yet here it was. Rebellion.

The young apprentice turned so that she could crouch on her knees, dress dirtying from the ilk that covered the cobbled streets. She couldn't just let the prince get shot. That was treason by inaction. But she didn't exactly have a weapon to return fire. Running for help would take too long. She couldn't even see a way that she could lift him; he looked more than double her weight. The wolf. Perhaps that urchin could help get the prince out. But the canine was long gone. Nellie bared her teeth in frustration. Maybe she could roll him. If she tackled His Highness hard enough, perhaps she could get him under the sentry bridge. That would give her a bit more time.

With little alternative, Nellie hoped for the best. She jumped cover and ran to the prince.

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Everett Thane

In his ears, all he could hear was the beating of his heart.

It beat like a drummer's nightmare song.

Why? What was going on? WHY!?

In his mind, he saw an artisan all in black stand and brandish a paintbrush. On it, black ink dripped off onto the floor, and with a flourish, the user splattered all that he could see. Weaving it back and forth so that everything was being blacked out in the black ink. Then, he heard silence.

Unaware of his dangerous predicament, or his unknown savior's sudden struggle to save him, he stayed blacked out.

Unfortunately for Nellie, the troops were getting closer. Their near silent pitter patter of paws on cobblestone only added to the panick stricken atmosphere.

Though, with her sudden tackle to save Everett's life, adrenaline coursed through her and she succeeded. Everett slid and tumbled slightly under the sentry bridge, except for his tail that flashed golden amber in the sunlight. If it wasn't hidden the shadows, the sentries may see and descend upon them like vultures. In the end they would be finished.

This would have most likely happened if a nearby unknown tiger peasant hadn't rushed through the stalls of fearful merchants. No doubt, trying to take advantage of the chaos to steal some valuables. However the guards didn't know this. They just mistook the tiger peasant for the prince trying to flee the scene. Of course to them, all tigers must look the same from behind. Poor fools.

The sentries immediately took chase after the tiger thief, taking them away from where the Prince really was. How fortunate for them.

Under the sentry bridge's shadow, Prince Everett groaned and barely started to blink his eyes open. A huff of pain was soon expressed with a flinch that was followed by him bring his front paw to his side, where blood seeped slowly. A slash that he had taken from the sword of Corvus.

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Meanwhile, it took Jana awhile to realize that she wasn't being followed. Where had the strange tiger and cheetah gone? Maybe she could sniff them out if she was really serious. Maybe they could offer her money to help them?

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  1. edit: jana meant out of the city

    2018-11-30 21:30:08 by Abraxas_Axis

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Jana panted. She had been running quite a bit, and through difficult pathways that would make it hard for the guards to track her and the others.
"Well, it looks like we're free. Come on, I know a place where we can... hide..."
Jana's sentence trailed off as she realized that the prince and the cheetah girl were nowhere to be found. When running, she hadn't bothered to look over her shoulder. The she-wolf cursed, smacking a hand to her forehead, and then stealthily retraced her steps in order to not be found.
At last she found them hidden under a sentry bridge. She took a few steps back and, making sure she was in shadow, sprinted into an acrobatic roll under the bridge. Since she'd moved so fast and in shadows, any guards would have had a hard time noticing her.
Once making sure nobody had noticed, she turned to the two of them. She immediately noticed a cut on the side of Prince Everett. It wasn't too deep, but it was bleeding. A sword wound. Jana tsked quietly. "See, this is what happens when you don't run away from a conflict you can't win." Rooting around in one of the hidden pouches she kept on her person, she took out some cloth bandages and a waterskin. She carefully poured a dribble of the water onto the wound to wash it out, and then began to wrap the bandages around Everett's torso. "I may not know much about healing, but certainly enough to get by," she whispered. "This bandage should hold long enough for us to get out." A blotch of red soon appeared on the side of the bandage wrap.
"However," Jana continued quietly, "I'm no expert, so we out to get out of this city quickly so we can get Prince Everett here to a hospital." Spotting a dirty, damp and torn cloak that someone had discarded, she took it and put it on the prince to mask his features. "Now come on. Stick to the shadows and follow me this time, I know a way out. Trust me."

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  1. just a note, when jana said out of here, she had meant out of the city. however, i see i hadn't really clarified that much so i fixed it, so you should probably fix urs too.

    2018-11-30 21:30:51 by Abraxas_Axis

  2. Whoops, I didn't even know footnotes were a thing! Sorry, oh well. Guess we'll make the misunderstanding work.

    2018-12-04 07:39:03 by William Krypt

  3. ok that;s completely fine. in fact, i have a way of how it could work....

    2018-12-04 23:01:42 by Abraxas_Axis

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Nellie felt the strain twinge in her injured arm as she recovered from her foray at the prince. It had worked. Almost immediately the shooting had stopped, and the young cheetah began to wonder how long it would take for the rebels to make their way down the stairs. Surely there were some loyal guards to stop them. But then again, for the sentries to have been so brazen to fire in the open streets, they must have sufficient confidence in their comrades behind them in the palace. Perhaps this little coup was more widespread than it seemed.

Getting back onto her paws, she shuffled over to help the Prince. "Your highness? Are you alright sah?" Nellie said hopefully. It was then she noticed his wounded side, glistening even in the shade of the arch. Clearly he wasn't.

Suddenly, like a kudu jumping out of the fold of a veld, the shewolf from before suddenly appeared. So stunned was Nellie at Jana's appearance that she took a step backwards, banging her head on the inside edge of the bridge. Rubbing the emerging bruise, she became suspicious as Jana immediately took up a position beside the tiger prince. But that fear was dispelled once the shewolf began to treat him. And chide them.

"Well, there wasn't much we could do..." Nellie offered weakly, still too shocked from the whole affair to offer an argument. But when Jana began making moves to take charge of the Prince, Nellie felt a bolt of anxiety shoot through her. The hospital seemed like the obvious place to go. The guards would more than likely know Prince Everett was injured, wouldn't that be the first place they looked? And who knew how widespread this debacle was? If the soldiers were able to bring the constabulary into the plot, there would be too many boots on the ground in the capital to avoid. They would be found no matter where they hid, the police always knew of the best spots to find fugitives.

The cheetah put a firm paw on the shoulder of Jana before the wolf began to lead off, hoping her voice would be just as steady. "Lookit, wolf. Those guards up'n there wouldn't 'ave had the pluck to shoot in the open like that if it was jus' them goin' mad. Chances are theres a lot more beasts tryin' to kill His Highness than we think. I think wes gotta risk him not gettin' his wound treated propa' for now and hop on the first train outta 'ere.

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Everett began to pant softly, blinking to clear his blurred vision that was split between a world of dark shade and blinding light. Ah, he was looking out from under something. A building? No, a bridge.

"Your highness? Are you alright sah?" At the sound of the feminine voice, his ears flicked and he shoved himself into a sitting position.

He was facing the cheetah.

Then, before he could answer, a mutt showed up.

For some reason, he couldn't focus on the sudden rush of words that spewed from the Wolf's mouth. All he could notice was the shape of her ears. So different were they from the rounded ears of a feline. And not to mention the longer muzzle. Or the ugly tail. He had never been this close to one before.

Though, of course he had met a few diplomats from far off lands. But never this close, and more often then not, he was meeting them at a political dinner, where they sat far from him since he was of no interest to foreign diplomats.

The second Prince wasn't inheriting the throne, so why bother getting to know him? He was not a valuable chess piece.

"Now come on. Stick to the shadows and follow me this time, I know a way out. Trust me."

Before he could argue back about having to trust a Wolf, the cheetah spoke up.

"Lookit, wolf. Those guards up'n there wouldn't 'ave had the pluck to shoot in the open like that if it was jus' them goin' mad. Chances are theres a lot more beasts tryin' to kill His Highness than we think. I think wes gotta risk him not gettin' his wound treated propa' for now and hop on the first train outta 'ere."

Everett chuffed angrily, "I'm sure I can take care of myself from here." He pulled away, and clawed his way to a standing position. DAMMIT! His whole body was screaming in pain, no doubt bruised and, maybe broken in a few parts, from the fall. He tried to take a step, and instead, staggered. Clinging to a nearby barrel for support, he hissed. "Okay, maybe not."

"However, it'd be best to escape first. If I'm found, they won't capture, but kill me on sight." He wobbled dangerously, and growled at the pain in his shoulder. "My wounds can wait."

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Jana gave the cheetah a confused look. "What do you mean? I did say "out of this city", we should be safe once we're out of this... Wait a minute." A lightbulb suddenly came on in her head, and she suddenly became a teensy bit nervous - something very unusual in the street-hardened she-wolf. "Are you telling me that this coup isn't just going on in this city?"
It was a possibility, of course. Jana was really uninformed about what was going on with the whole coup. Perhaps it wasn't just in this city. Perhaps he'd bribed people to look for Everett, or attack him. Perhaps... ugh! This was all too confusing and Jana didn't know enough to figure it out. She needed knowledge, information.
At that moment, the prince pulled away from her. "I'm sure I can take care of myself from here," he said angrily, and it stung Jana a bit. Here she was trying to help these people without even much of an incentive to it, and here they were, trying to push her away just because she was a wolf. It wasn't really that fair, especially since she was going out of her way to assist them.
As he moved away, Everett stumbled and clutched a barrel to keep from falling. The prince hissed, clutching his wounds and attempting to backpedal on his claim. Jana couldn't help but smirk a bit. Serves you right for putting prejudice over assistance, she thought with more than a bit of satisfaction.
As the prince explained that escape trumped medical attention, despite his obvious pain, Jana sighed. "It goes against all my gray matter to say this, but... alright. The bandages will have to do, for now. I have an escape route planned out that should be safe. Although..." Jana trailed off, then looking at the young cheetah woman before her. "You'd said something about a train. My path had lead me to a secret tunnel dug under the wall and hidden - it had been used for illegal immigrants before. Though, in hindsight, a train might be better. It would get us away faster, and give us more cover... but I don't know any safe ways to the train station. It would be a risk."
The she-wolf put her hands on her hips and looked back and forth between Everett and Nellie. "Well, it's your guy's call. I'm just the messenger here, and I still don't know fully what's going on. Your choice - tunnel or train?" Then, quickly peeking out from under the bridge, she added, "And make it quick, too; I see a few palace guards coming over this way."

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Nellie winced as the Prince made his attempt at being belligerent, slightly more self aware now that Everett was conscious again. It had been one thing to complain about his behavior when he was out like a light, but that awkward awe had returned when His Highness was aware again. Listening to Jana speak, the cheetah couldn't help but hope with each new sentence that it would be an intelligent one. Not for any particular prejudice against Jana, but more because it would seem embarrassing to be engaged in such a commonplace conversation around the prince. Luckily, the shewolf had more in her head than fur, and it was Nellie's turn to respond. She cleared her throat.

"I think if his Highness is goin' to only using a couple cloth bandages to be stopin' a sabre strike, wes best keep 'im from the acrobatics of a tunnel anna' foot escape. I have two tickets for the 4:10 to Draxton..." Nellie explained carefully, addressing her remarks to Jana because she was too anxious to look at the prince directly. "...and with all the commotion 'n things from the shootin' we should be able blend in with the crush on the way over there."

The second ticket, of course, belonged to Mr. Kosovo. They were supposed to be their ride home after the tradesman made his report. Mr. Kosovo...what had gotten to him? Nellie was sure that crafty leopard could take care of himself. Although a bit apprehensive about leaving her employer ticket-less in a revolting capitol, the cheetah determined that saving his Highness was probably the higher priority.

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When Jana smirked at him very openly, Everett couldn't help but glower just a bit. For sure, he was annoyed with the Wolf.

He didn't know why or how, but she was definitely annoyed with her. Okay, maybe he did know a little bit if why he didn't like her, but he wasn't going to say it. Telling her, that she has a major attitude problem to her face wouldn't be good right now. What kind of beast just decides to help some random stranger? Definitely someone who was whacked in the head.

Or looking for money.

And don't forget his unlucky victim.

Nellie was okay for a cheetah, but her accent and way of speaking was... atrocious. He really wasn't used to the commoners way of speech. And right now, for some reason, he really want to correct her way of speaking. Strangely enough, it reminded him of his mother and his governess.

So far, he had ignored them both to put pressure on his various wounds. As he turned to look for Jana's said patrolling guards, the broken half of the arrow that was still embedded in his shoulder became very obvious. It was a wonder he was even moving it at all.

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Jana tapped her lip thoughtfully as Nellie - the cheetah country girl - spoke. "An interesting proposal," the she-wolf replied. "However, if we're trying to get out of here without getting caught or tracked down, don't you think it would be rather foolhardy to show our faces at the train station like that?" Before Nellie could reply, Jana held up a hand to interrupt her. "But I digress. The train, in retrospect, sounds like a much better idea, considering our fugitive prince's condition." Pausing to fork a clawed finger at Prince Everett Thane, who at the moment appeared to be glowering at them both with more than a bit of contempt (Must not be a people person, Jana thought), she continued. "Now, there are two options I see that could work." Jana held up two fingers. "One option is to sneak on. This would be a pretty easy feat for me - I do it all the time; however, I'm not sure how well you guys are at that sort of thing. Even if you do know a thing or two about infiltration, it would be a bit of a risk. The second option is to disguise ourselves. This could also be easy but risky, because we can dress ourselves up all we want, but some sharp-eyed guard could give us a hard scrutinizing and immediately recognize Everett here. Also, you said we only have two tickets; one of us would have to stay behind." Pausing to take a breath, Jana then continued. "Regardless of which option we choose, we'd still have to brave this cesspool of a city filled with guards ordered to - most likely - kill us on sight. I only have a vague idea of where the train station actually is, so that's another risk. In short, it's one hell of a gauntlet run, but if we stay here we'd be much more likely to die. And we have to get out. But if we are to do so successfully we need a plan. However, I think since this is Everett's life we're talking about here, that it should be he who decides." Jana then turned towards the prince expectantly, waiting for an answer.

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Yeah, throw her hat in the ring and we'll see how it goes.


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Ok at least you are listening. A foreigner wolf sounds good, I was thinking of someone good at sneaking. Not exactly a ninja, per se, but probably a valuable asset for the good guys. I also thought it would be interesting to play a character in a world where most would be prejudiced against that character. I'm curious about how the good guys will react to her.

Sound good to you?


Re: Jaguars and Thieves - Part 1

Because they are going to be an important character in Part 2 of this RP series. And maybe part 3 if we get that far.

Also I did say that I didn't expect anyone other than myself and William Krypt to join.

If you want to create your own character just throw me a few pitches and we'll see what works...

A few of the Noble families could probably be more involved or we could add another Tradesmen...? Or another foreign wolf besides the two wolf roles...


Re: Jaguars and Thieves - Part 1

What? That's stupid. Why bother making a character if they're barely gonna be seen at all? What's the point?

Also I don't really like the RPs where you ONLY can play those certain characters laid out, and where you can't just make your own. If that's the case for this one, I'm not gonna play, because what's the point of playing a PC who barely even gets any screentime?


Re: Jaguars and Thieves - Part 1

Wow, I wasn't expecting anyone, other than myself and Krypt to join... But don't be put off by it. You did read the rules? We are hoping to go the distance.

And about the good wolf thing, we do have a good wolf role - I just forgot to put it in the roles section. Although I do have to tell you it isn't gonna be seen/played until the end, and we are still debating about some "Top Secret" info about that certain role.

(And I also, since I am still Working on the front page for this RP I have forgotten to mention this is mainly a PG-13 but we may have, on occasion, mature themes.)


Re: Jaguars and Thieves - Part 1

Hey, I've got a question. Can I play as a wolf character who isn't a bad guy? I think that would be more interesting to play than some knight in shining armor (or something similar).


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