Stormwind Island

THE WINDS OF

A BREWING STORM

***"I'm the master of my sea."***

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INTRODUCTION

**Waves, gray as steel, crashed against the shore, and powerful gusts battered the trees and sand. Four foxes wove their way along the beach, carrying small woven kelp nets filled with seashells. "I still don't see why we have to do this," one fox moaned. He was the same steel color as the waves. "They know exactly how many shells we have at camp!" Another, a regular-looking gray fox with shocking wheat-gold eyes glared at him. "We may still need more, you know. What if a rival fox group steals our stores, or a wandering merchant brings their wares and we don't have enough to afford anything we want, hm?" The steely fox sighed. "You're right, Paxa. I'm sorry for lashing out." A red fox with darting emerald eyes smiled. "It's okay, Bhu. We won't be much longer anyway." They resumed gathering seashells, stopping to shoot glances at the horizon and to the forest nearby, where you cowered in the bushes. When they were done, they said something that the wind and waves whisked away before you could hear, and moved on into the forest. You quietly decided to follow them, and did, until a different scent hit your nose, and then another one. Each smelled different-one the noticeable reek of drying fish, one the piercing smell of salt and dried seaweed, and one of something so cold you couldn't even really smell what was under it. It's now up to you to pick a path, because by the time you find one scent's source, the other two will have faded away.**

**Where will you go?**

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ISLAND LIFE

***The last thing you saw was the big gray fox's teeth.***
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**The Stoneteeth**
***"Discipline. Obedience. Nobility. Terror."***
**Behavior Summary: Very strict and uptight. They have a heavily enforced ranking system-the Stone Crowns, leaders and overseers, the Feather Crowns, who tend birds, the Kelp Crowns, who fish, and the Stick Crowns, who obey the Stone Crowns' every whim. Seen as cold and distrustful by the other foxes on the island, and avoided whenever possible.**
**Location: Cormorant's Beak Cove, a cove at the north end of the island.**
**Prey: Bird eggs, fish, seaweed, crab**
**Members (NPC'ed & user-controlled): 20**
**Orientation: Lawful Neutral, leaning to Lawful Dark.**

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**The Scaletails**
***"In peace, we leap like fishes into stiller waters, but unlike them, we back away from nothing."***
**Behavior Summary: Somewhat oddly, the Scaletails follow the seasons. In Drywind (summer) and Warmwind (spring), they will be relaxed and calm, but in Stormwind (winter) and Foamwind (autumn) they are extremely unpredictable, WIP.**
**Members (NPC'ed & user-controlled): 35**
**Orientation: Neutral Light, leaning towards Chaotic Light**

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**The Saltstones**
***"Day or night, dark or light, the saltwater lasts forever."***
**Members (NPC'ed & user-controlled): 18**
**Orientation: Neutral Light**

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MAP OF STORMWIND

**Light Green - Open area, covered in grass and rocks.**

**Dark Green: Forested area. Small, scraggly pine trees and old, weathered evergreens stand guard here.**

**Gray: Stone areas. Either rocks in the ocean or areas filled with tall stone 'towers', which can be carved into and lived in, as the Saltstone foxes took advantage of. Before the floods drove them out, that is.**

**Pale Gold/Yellow: Sand. Sand, sand, sand, and stone-gray beaches covered in dull, scraggly grass and Sand Lavender, an herb that grows only on the eastern shores.**

**Dark Blue: The Stoneteeths' borders.**

**Teal: The Scaletails' borders.**

**Frost/Pale/Baby Blue: The Saltstones' borders.**

**Gray-Blue: Water.**

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THE FOXES OF THE STORM

(Name - User - Gender)
***STONETEETH***

**N/A**

***SCALETAILS***

**Paxa ~ JuniperTheSkyWing ~ Female**

***SALTSTONES***

**N/A**

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