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This is a Rp that me and my friends have thought up. Its still a basic concept, though we do know where the plotline is supposed to be running. If you wish to join, go to the Character Sub-forum and check out the thread there for Planet Avuja.

Also, please bare with me. Its been awhile since ive actually Gmed anything. My friends have been bugging me to do so >.>

Setting

The world of Avuja is a wildly diverse planet, with as many diffrent kind of regions as planet earth. The location that we will be starting off in is near the equator where the temperature is in the 90+ almost daily during summer times. Located near a large mountain range, the Mobians have taken up refugee in a place called the Whispering Grotto, a large meadow like area that is surronded on almost all sides by mountains. The Whispering Grotto clan lives inside the mountain, for better protection against possible Ironkingdom Human raids, and serves as the main guardpost for all land-based entry into the Barrens, the last place the Mobians have left that the Ironkingdom Humans are loath to go.

A long time ago, this planet used to be peacefull, without a touch of Humans or their machines. Each Mobian clan lived on their own, trading with each other when needed, coming together for large festivals that could last weeks. But then the humans came and attempted to enslave the Mobian race. Those that escaped the attack fled to the Barrens, a place of unpredictable storms and lurking dangers. The mobians of Avuja fight back using magic and melee weapons, skills and training vs the ranged weapons of destruction that the humans wield. So far, the Mobians have managed to hold their own in the Barrens, but many are talking about making a push, fighting back to regain the world that was once their home.

At the front of this is the Whispering Grotto Clan. They act as intermediaries between those that wish to fight, and those that wish to hide, a struggle that has been going on for several years, tension's rising, even in the Clans people. Loyalties divided, the stress of being the Final Judge for what could be either the races entire annilation, or salvation is tearing the clan appart.

Meanwhile, life goes on for those not important enough to be apart of the decision making process...

Hollyday grins to herself as she watched the lizard boy blunder his way along the cavern system. She had known this particular reptile since both where young. He was the son of the Chief, and wanted to be apart of the Gang that practically tore up the Clan every night. It was odd, but she figured that Frank wanted to get a few good laughs, leading the poor fool about by his snout, getting him into trouble, while leading him to believe that he was going to be accepted in the Gang.

She waits for a bit, until he starts to get nervous or bored. Then, when she judged that the time was right, she silently glides up behind him, and places both hands on his shoulder, really close to his neck.

"For a cave dweller, you sure are clumsy in the dark." She said in a sarcastic whisper. She was letting him know straight out what she thought of him, and had no warmth in her tone for him.

Hollyday flutters back, a grin on her face as the spoiled lizard brat overreacted. Ya, this was going to be a barrel of fun, if she knew Frank. Flicking a wing to the side, stretching the other one out as full as it could go, she then wraps both behind her back as she listens to him.

"Shut up. Im the one in charge at the moment, and if you want in, your going to have to do what I say. If that means hunting for blue speckled Grotto Lizards *Rare*, or getting onto your hands and knees and licking my shoes clean, then your going to do it, or your outta here. Got that?" She flitters forward, a finger poking at his chest. "In here, you aint the Chiefs brat. Your nothing, got that? Until you prove yourself to Frank, your just dirt." She grinned, leaning back, crossing her arms over her chest, waiting for his reaction.

Getta felt himself bristling at the bats words, his head spikes rising up in anger.

"There is no way in hell Im gonna lick your shoes!" He was about ready to knock her a good one, despite the fact that she was a girl, and Franks hang-on at that. He wasnt about to be treated like that. But before he could really do anything, Frank came out of nowhere. He gasped as the girl was repremanded, and then looked over at Frank with obvious respect and awe in his eyes.

"Uh, ya. Sure, whatever works." he chuckles nervously. "So...whatcha wanting me to do? Fight something? Cause I didnt bring my blade. But thats alright, cause my fists and tail are just as deadly hehe." he rubs the back of his head, his head spikes having lowered down at Franks appearance.

Frank blinks and looks back at Hollyday with a interested expression on his face. Those that knew him knew that there was danger in the air now, and that Hollyday was walking on thin ice.

"Yes? Go on, really. I wanna hear what you want me and Getta here to do together." He had let her go by this time, and stood there with both of his powerfull arms at his side and ready. Getta would be ignored for the time being as he dealt with the bat girl.

Hollydays eyes go wide as Frank turns towards her, and she felt her heart skip a beat. Shaking her head, she raises both hands infront of her in a defensive gesture and gives a shaky smile.

"No, nothing! I was just talking to myself, something stupid, really. Im sorry." her voice was high pitched and sounded like she was quite worried something was going to happen. "Just, you know. Me being my stupid self." She rubs the back of her head, hoping that little bit of self-humiliation would be enough to curb his annoyance.

Getta shrugs and allows the Badger to wrap his arm around his shoulders, smiling in a almost conspiritavely way up at the being that hulked over him. Rolling his shoulders in a shrug, making sure not to displace the Arm of Honor that had been placed on him he says "Hey, dont worry. I may not have my blade, but im still one heck of a fighter." Yes, they should know about his hand to hand abilities as well as his blade abilities. Practicing was right out in the open, and anybody could watch him getting his backside tromped by the masters daily. It was painfull, but lessons came with the pain, and quite soon he would be a master, training the apprentices.

In truth, there would be little change in the training regiment. It was quite effective.

"Well, if we arnt fighting something, then what are we doing?"