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OK here ish the scoop:
Some of you might know this and I thought I brought it here since to its such a excellent plot.
CHoose a Scene:
Baic Rules. Be Creative! Have Fun!
Scene #1:
You stand in a pasture about 20 yards from a large stable complex. The sun shines down brightly, warming you as a cool breeze keeps the temperature from being uncomfortably hot. As you step within the complex, you see a myriad of horses of nearly every imaginable size, shape, and breed held within large stalls, a single, broad walkway splitting them. Small tags are tacked above each stall listing the occupant's name, age, and breed. Several sets of tack hang from a pegboard near the entrance of the complex, each a different size to accommodate both horses and riders of nearly any reasonable size. The pasture that surrounds the stables themselves is covered in lush grass and spotted with large oak trees. A few horses roam the grounds, including colts and fillies with their dams and a few solitary mares and studs. All of the horses have been raised around furs, and are well-tempered and calm, even around predatory species.
Scene #2:
You’re on a white-sands beach, with crystal clear waves rolling in softly in the background while the sun burns down on the clean, white sand. There's a shallow reef area to the north, allowing you to play with sea mammals that visit this place from time to time. Convenient beach towels are available nearby, and large umbrellas are scattered along the shoreline. At night, a warm pleasant breeze blows, and the moon shines down, creating an intimate, quiet mood. Your surrounding area is sand, but only for a short distance where the salty ocean water splashes against the tiny island. You look up and realize that a massive, wooden vessel has appeared in front of you. The giant Fur-of-War ship rests at a halt only a few meters from the island; a wooden plank extending from the side of the ship, landing on the shore to let you freely aboard. As you step onto the ship dozens of furries of all species and characters argue, dance, sing and drink the day away; while the captain of the ship rests half naked on her hammock at the bow of the ship; fingering herself with one paw while holding an ale mug in the other; completely oblivious to the new person aboard. You blink as you look at her, slowly walking over to the stern of the ship, where a large back section rests, the staircase of the ship. A large sign is painted beside the doorway to the stern, reading "Upper level: Captains Quarters! Main level: Main deck ye drunk! Lower Level: Bar and Kitchen! Bottom Level: Beds!
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