Owner	Pose
James Proudstar	James Proudstar is sitting in the style of his people, he is seated in the deep woods of the Bramble, a small clearing and he is sitted in front of, well no one that you can all see. It is mid afternoon and the shadows her are starting to lengthen. It is a bot odd to be casting shamanic magic in a place so poulated but the lesson of the day is that the power of nature is everywhere and the listen will be learned one way or another.     James eyes are closed and his focus is on the world around him, reaching out to hear and see the wider world, the worms in the ground, the rabbits and birds in the reeds at at the edge of the pond, even a coyote skulking in the deep underbrush waiting for nightfall to make his way north. There is so much life around us and so much that we never see. Jim reaches out chanting in Apache, pulling on the strings investigatively, he plays cat's cradle seeming to be guided by someone but as he does, he hears voices close to home, a certain pair of friends have stumbled into the ramble looking for the way ward Apache. "His phone says he's here!" "Why would he be this far from any sort of food?" "I don't know but after what he said about his tribe what if someone is after him?" Jim blinks and his hands balancing the complex magics flex, there is an audible snap and a just for a moment, an imp like old woman is visible limned is silver like a force ghost. "Grandson, you are the most boneheaded hamfisted apprentice I've ever had." She whacks the big man about the head and shoulders with her walking stick, "This will teach you!" and the Magic explodes out from the source hitting all those in the area for whatever reason. Washing over them, leaving them each and everyone part of the circle of life in Central Park.
Sam Guthrie	Sam Guthrie was walking along with Tabby, "I am sure he is ok, but he did say he wanted to talk about something with his tribe." He is saying as he walk along and sees the force grandma. He is starting to say something when the magic hits him, and he is shrinking. The blonde southern turns into a grey flying squirrel like would be saw in the wilderness back home. This little rodent looks different than normal, for the chainmail poncho it has on, and the sword that seems to be made from a box cutter at his side. The other things marking him from others is his upright stance, and his extra large ears.
Tabitha Smith	"This isn't gonna be one of those fasting pilgrimage things again." Tabby says while lugging a big bag of what smells like hotwings. In levels of spice ranging from 'wuss' to 'I can see through time' levels of mouth destroying scofieldness. The blonde twitching her nose to keep her glasses from falling off while she trudges her boot clad feet through the wooded part of the Bramble. "Jimmy, we got wings and stuff. You better be as hungry as I am. HFC is not cheap but damn they good!" she states as the blonde finds herself watching her most recent ex get bonked on the head and then there... Squirrels. Tabby and Sam are damn squirrels. The female is stuck in a little leather jerkin with pockets full of useful things that covers her upper half and a little cloak with a hood over it all and a smaller blade that might have been the business end of a scalpel strapped to her waist. The Boomie Squirrel looking around and at herself and then at Sam. "What the hell? What's that damn smell? Oh crap is that me?" rodents gotta be rodents. "God dammit!" she says and pours and twitches her ears and nose. "My Glassses nooooooooo!"
Pietro Maximoff	It was a nice day for a run... running was life. Pietro had zipped all over town, enjoying the startled faces of people as he blurred by along with the wind on his face. His circuit of the state brought him back towards Central Park - looking to cool down and stretch after getting his run on. There was no plan past that - just a 'leisurely' run at Mach 1, followed by a relaxing trot through the park. All that stopped as his world was battered by magic. Caught in mid stride, blurring towards the center of the park, he suddenly found his legs were far shorter than anticipated. Tumbling tail over teakettle, the now grey squirrel that is Pietro rolled for a good hundred feet, bouncing like a furry ball. Once he's come to a rest, he blinks - righting himself with a bit of a wobble. "What in the nine hells happened?" A tiny dagger is strapped to his hip, a small hood over his squirrel head.
James Proudstar	Where James once stood a larger than average hedgehog lies unconscious in the grass, a maul at his side and a helm on his head, he wears not other armor save the spiky back covering. The siler limned impish older woman stands over him, and she hrrrumphs in the way only old family can. She leans on her walking stick, berating the poor unconscious Hedgehog. "Serves you right! Now you'll see, don't appreciate the lines of life, now you'll be a part of them!" She looks up as the others arrive, and nods, then whacks Jim into consciousness. He sits up as another squirrel rushes up this one having much more squirrelly mannerisms. He chitters but you understand, "Are your the heroes who were foretold? The ones who would drive the Rats or a dark kingdom from the bramble? Oh Gracious Nuts you have arrived! Come! Come! You must meet the elders."     "Seriously?! You gave us a quest?" He lays back in the grass and shakes his head, "Quest or be stuck as a critter for life? I don't even like Critical Role- and how do you know about quests?" He sits back up and glares at Nori, "You've been cribbing from Illyana!" He shakes his head and looks up to find the assembled heroes, "Oh, umm, hey, so, this is Nori, my great auntie, the shamanic sorceress who has cheated death to be the most annoying magic mentor ever." Nori bows completely unphased by her great nephews, "We are apparently in the middle of a quest." he takes a deep breath, "We should go with this guy." He motions to the squirrelly squirrel.
Sam Guthrie	Sam Guthrie looks over to Warhedge and says "So, we just got magiced into odd forms to help some folks who need help. You know, I would think this was odd, but Ah have seen enough stuff, it seems almost normal." He looks over to both Boomer, and James, and says "Do we know who our friend is." He motions toward the cloaked squirrel
Tabitha Smith	The badly smelling female squirrel that is Tabby just frowns and doesn't that just look adorable as she aims her gaze at the hedgehod that is James and punctuates with a shake of her head. There's a wave up at Nori from down at ground level "James were you slacking off?" she asks and chuckles. "I taught you too well!" she states and rolls her eyes. "Sam. I don't have any clue. Rats are the bad guys right? So we drive them off or wipe them out? That's gonna suck if we gotta murderhobo and they're thinking all sentient like." she asks and looks at herself. "Well think I'm the rogue at least. Small r." she guesses as she pokes at her pocketed Jekin and finds plenty of thiefy tools.
Pietro Maximoff	The gray squirrel Pietro is absolutely livid. He's looking himself up and down, moving at a heightened speed, even as a rodent. He spins about, tail poofed out in irritation. "What is going on?" Hearing voices, he bounds over to where the hedgehog is, whiskers twitching. "What is the meaning of this? What manner of lunacy is happening?" Clearly, he's not a rodent person.
James Proudstar	James Proudstar blinks at the speedy squirrel, "Pietro?" He glances at Tabby and Sam, wondering how far this mishap spread. He glares at Tabs, "Magic isn't easy and these things are never that cut and dried." He sighs, and nods at same, "Yeah, I didn't mean for you all to get involved in this. I'm sorry. But, yeah, the only way out is through, So we follow... "Warhedge indicates the squirrel, "Stewart Tenderpaw." He bows low. "Of course you are, we follow him."
Sam Guthrie	Sam Guthrie nods a bit to this and looks over towards Pietro "Well Ah know my friend here did not mean for this to happen, but Ah am pretty sure if we want to get back to normal, we need to help these.. folks.. Besides it is the right thing to do at least hear whats going on."
Tabitha Smith	A pawed set of fingers at Pietro. "Questing. Magic. Rat Evictions Weird." Tabby answers and looks back to James with a hmmm that sounds more like a chittering and a high pitched one at that from the badly smelling critter. Thankfully spring has not kicked in yet. "Anyone else feel like we should be hibernating?" she asks and ponders. "And yes that's why I'm asking what the job entails. Displacing sentient beings from their homes is pretty cringe." she says and lets Stewart lead the way. "We're not coming out of this smelling of roses." Tabby states and smelling as far from them as possible already.
Pietro Maximoff	The gray squirell is fuming. He hops up and down, tugging at his fur in the futile hope that this is all just some odd gag. No luck, Pietro. "Fine. Yes. Pietro. Quickly. Do this quickly. This smell offends me." He huffs, drawing the dagger at his hip and giving it a test spin in his paw. Nimble stabby thing!
James Proudstar	James Proudstar snorts, "Welcome to my world." Nori is gone so the only choice is to follow Stewart, which they do meeting with the dark furred and deep sonourous voice of the elder squirrel who explains that the squirrels and rats had lived in some sort of harmony, at least there was a balance until recently. It seemsthere was a drain in the pond at the center of the forest and since the Poolhas been closed the humans hadn't bern cleaning the drain and the pond was now flooding the woods. The rats found the wetlands wonderful and so did the snakes but the beavers had slready left and the squirrels wouldn't last much longer. they needed the drain opened but the rsts held that area and would not let anyone near it. He took you all to the highest tree and showed the narrow path that lead to thr bypass tunnel and your human minds could see what needed to be done.
Sam Guthrie	Sam Guthrie looks down at the path that needs to be taken and what needs to be done. "To bad the beavers have left, they could craft a damn to hold the waters back, from progressing. He looks over towards the others "So, the rats and snakes, know where the fix is, and will they be guarding it to prevent anyone from messing with it?"
Tabitha Smith	"It's not my fault I smell guys" Tabby pouts. At least spring hasn't kicked in for most rodents yet, sparing everyone another assault on the olfactory nerves. "I keep very clean normally!" she adds petulantly. The history that gets regaled gets a hmmm out of Tabby. "Soo we're unclogging the drain?" she states and looks down at the pond and then the tunnel. Then at her paws as sher tries and tries to get something that might have been a useful application of her powers. "I could fix this if I was human. Little bomb. Just enough to force the clog out. Now I don't think I could manage that with my biggest."
Pietro Maximoff	"Simple, we drive off the rats. Or kill them. Either way, we need to get this done." Pietro runs circuits around the group - his energy only heightened by the natural twitchiness of the squirrel body.
James Proudstar	The elder mouse nods, "Just so, and you have a piquant bouquet young lady that is ravishing." James takes a step closer to Tabs placing himself between the elder squirrel and her, "Her scent is her own business. But yes, we can use our powers to take and hold the drain. You could try a grouping of smaller charges? Strategically placed. We can take and hold it while Tabs does what she needs to." The elder mouse nods, "We can spare a dozen strong arms to help you." Jim nods, "Done more with less."
Sam Guthrie	Sam Guthrie looks over to James, and says "Would it be better to do a large invasion or sneak in? We have speed, and some stealth here, might be able to get in without them knowing we are there, but it is just an idea.
Tabitha Smith	Tabby at least feels a little safer after the mouse gets a whiff and James steps up in front of her. "I can probably see what I can do. But I can sneak in. Better with a decent distraction but I'll be swimming right so I'm gonna have to be fast as I can." she states and nods and gets a small flash of plasma in each paw glowing and then reabsorbed.