Stat Player              Sex     Species        Age
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IC   Zoe_Lang            Female  Hare           16 Seasons
IC   Jarril              Male    Hare           9 Seasons
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Salamandastron: Niche
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You are next to a niche in the side of the mountain, which blocks out
everything to the west with its immense rocky bulk.  Just barely visible
is a small fissure in the rock, through which it looks like you could
'enter' the mountain.
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                  Visible Exits:
[A]way from [M]ountain                [Enter] the Mountain

From the outside of the mountain, the small young hare, lumbers across the sand-dunes tiredly.  Water supplies long since ran out since yesterday as every now and again, Jarril's mouth opens slowly and closes as he tries to get his uncomfortable dry mouth to some sort of wetness.  Looking ahead and staring at the mountain looming tall into the sky, he smiles.  Eventually he reaches the outside and looks about before finding the inlet cave entrance and carefully steps inside, his dark shadowy form blocking out any features from the bright light outside.  "Erm.  Anyone at home, wot?"  His voice sounds uneven with a hint of uncertainty about it as it echo's down the tunnel.

A couple of hares, attending to their guard duty, squint down at the niche as Jarril's voice is heard. Glancing at each other, they stand up, lifting their pikes, and turn tail and slip back into the mountain, off to inform an officer of the visitor. -- A couple of minutes later, minus the two fighters, Zoe enters the far end of the tunnel, opposite from the end that Jarril currently inhabits. Arching a brow, the seasoned Long Patrol hare limps down the tunnel towards the other creature, Badger-forged walking stick in paw; obviously, something she's quite proud of. "G'day, lad.." This, she calls out in greeting, a slight smile touching her lips.

Jarril gives a small sigh of relief and wipes his brow with his paw.  "G'day ta ya as well, ma'am.  I was beginning ta think no one bally well lived here."  He takes a small hop forwards and bows down.  "Allow my ta introduce myself.  Name's Jarril Black Fleetpaw...."  He pauses and gets up from his bow.  "But Jarril will be just fine for now."  Looking about at the hare in front of him, eyes blinking.  "Is this the place that all hares dream about coming ta?"  Placing his paws onto his hips and waiting for a reply as he takes a closer look at the female hare, feeling the warm sun creeping in from the outside onto his back, which gives off the illusion of a thin white flickering light surrounding the young hare, who still remains totally blackened out in contrast to the rest of the view from the entrance.

"If yer talking about the Fire Mountain, home of the Long Patrol, and best known as Salamandastron, then aye, this'd be that place. Pleasure t' meetcha, Jarril. I'd be Colonel Lang. Zoe, to my friends. However, most o' the blighters in -this- place insist on callin' me -sah-, or marm. I'll leave that up to you, doncha know?" Placing both paws on the head of the hilt-end of her walking stick/weapon..  thing, and leaning forward, Zoe squints at the shadowy form. "Now, why doncha give an old hare's eyes a rest and come on int' the light, there?"

Jarril looks backwards to where the bright light is and shields his eyes.  "Aye, I suppose it is a bit ta bright for anyone."  Turning back again, he pads into the tunnel, leaving the bright daylight and showing up a bit more in the shade, the contrast vanishing slowly as he approaches, giving the hare another good luck and smiling.  "Beggin' ya pardon, ma'am.  But ya don't look old."  Smiling broadly, before stopping a few paces in front of you to give you a good look at him now without interference.  "Besides, ya should see my old pop, wot."

"Aye, well, I guess with all the young'ns around, you start to feel old a bit afore yer time.." Returning the broad smile with one just a bit less broad, Zoe gives Jarril a once-over, eyes making one sweep, up and down, as if to.. 'assess' the creature. "Could I per'aps assume that yer int'rested in either visiting or joining us, here in the mountain?"

Jarril shuffles his footpaws and swallows slightly.  "Actually ma'am.  I was sent by my old pop in joining the long patrol with orders that I wasn't ta return until I have served for a few seasons and ta keep the good old name up, wot.  Especially since as he's told me that our family have been in the long patrol since anyone could remember."  He looks around a bit, but doesn't say anything else and turns his head back and looks at the older hare.  "Don't know if ya remember him or not, but my pops name is Longears.  Was a runner here from the tales he told me as a leveret.  Met my mother, Starbreeze who came from this very bally mountain before they moved off ta the northlands."

Shaking her head, Zoe smiles apologetically, "M' apologies, but that was before ev'n -my- time -- here in the good ole mountain, at least. Howevah! Whether I knew yer pa or not, there's always room fer anothah recruit. Welcome to the mountain, lad.." Straightening up, the Colonel raises a paw to her brow, and salutes smartly, "Glad t' have you with us, doncha know. Just have a talk wit' snotrags.. uh, I mean, the nice ole hare that takes care o' the dormitory placements, an' you'll be set. 'Is names Rauri. Just, uh.. I wouldn't shake 'is paw, if I was you." Her lips twitch up in a fight smirk, and she winks.

Jarril gives a salute back and smiles with a nod.  "Thank ya, ma'am.  I try and make that decision of yours a good one, wot."  He listens to the rest of the words and stops himself from laughing, pretending he has to clear his throat.  "Ah, right.  Rauri.  I have ta remember that name."  Looking upwards for a moment as if putting that into his head and nods again.  "Pardon me saying so, ma'am.  But know anywhere where I can get a drink or water?"  He smiles and looks backwards slightly to the outside.  "Very hot and I ran out of water yesterday, midday as well as the rest of my supplies, wot."

"Oh! Certainly. Just continue on into the mountain, and the kitchen and dining chamber're righ' there. Can't miss 'em. When you talk t' Rauri, he'll get you all uniformed up, an' you'll be just perfectly spiffin' and set." Dipping her head in a few nods, the Colonel glances out at the sun. "Mrf! Look at the time. I've got a training session to lead, an' I might be late. Just, uh.. make sure ya see Rauri! 'Tis quite important, it is, m'lad. Make sure, wot?" She stops back-stepping away, lifting a paw as she prepares to wave. Blinking, she fixates on the paw for a second and then pauses mid-stride, long enough to say something before turning and heading off in a rush, "An' don't forget, don't shake 'is paw, if'n ya can help it!" And with that, she's gone.

Salamandastron: Dormitory Hallway 1(#195599RA)
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After a short distance from the Second Level intersection, the passage
widens out to a rectangular hallway in which six or seven hares could walk
abreast.  Placed at regular intervals are the doors to the dormitories.
The doors are staggered so that a torch burns across the hall from every
cherry wood door.
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                  Visible Exits:
[Out] to Second Level Intersection    [T]o [L]eaders' [H]allway

To enter a dormitory, type in the hare's name of whose dormitory you wish
to enter, but remember to 'knock'!

Salamandastron: Jarril's Dormitory(#212959RA)
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This is one of the dormitories of the mountain of Salamandastron.  The
room is sparsely furnished, the perilous hare that inhabits it no doubt
too busy to have time to collect many things.  A small oak table is on one
side of the room with four chairs made of cherry wood sitting around it.
Against the opposite wall sits a mattress, barely more than a sturdy
rectangular sack of carefully stuffed with hay.  Another oaken door rather
near the bed leads off to a small closet.
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                  Visible Exits:
[Out] to Hallway