Open Vulpinsula & Surroundings Power Rangers: Avian Force

[Silvertongue Songfox]

Two thousand years ago, in the time even before the founding of the nation, five legendary relics known as Power Coins were forged, etched with the faces of those creatures most terrible and formidable: Avians. The strong eagle, the wise owl, the resourceful vulture, the passionate hawk, and the graceful falcon. Wielding these Power Coins would grant the holder amazing strength and agility. The Power Coins were thought to be lost to time, and eventually, they were forgotten about by most beasts, save for a secret order of monks dedicated to keeping their existence hidden from the world, their power too alluring to be known. It was by the will of these monks that these Power Coins did not fall into the wrong hands.

Two thousand years later, however, a wicked wizard known as William Wolfcarius was awoken from his slumber, and he descended upon the monastery in a fury. He effortlessly destroyed the ancient temple and massacred the monks in search of the Power Coins of legend. Only one elderly nun managed to escape against all odds, taking the Power Coins with her. The old, infirm fox hobbled as quickly as her aching bones would allow, escaping into the night as her home burned behind her. The time had come for the Power Coins to be used, and she needed to find heroes who would be worthy of wielding them.

"No!" William snarled, slamming his fist into a wall. "The Power Coins! They're gone! Gone!" The black wolf grabbed a table and threw it across the room.

"Gone! Gone! Gone!" William's minions, vile abominations of bird and machine known as Corvibots, chattered and mimicked their master.

"Shut up! You babbling buffoons! You foul, feathered freaks!" William snapped, looking around. "What are you morons standing around for? Go! Fly! Find the Power Coins! NNOOWWWWW!!"

The crow-headed monsters scattered, feathers flying as they scurried to carry out their master's order, scampering into the forest in pursuit of the Power Coins.

Meanwhile...

Bouillabaisse Harbour, also known as Bully Harbor, is the bustling heart of Vulpinsula, home to an impressive port, numerous government buildings, and financial and residential districts. One building of interest was the Bully Harbor Community Center. This impressive building has a gym, a pool, multiple meeting rooms, and hangout spots. It was a 'hip' and 'cool' place to be if you were a kid, and also offered summer jobs to teens and older beasts.

One of these beasts was a young adult fox dressed in a way one might call fashionable, but most others would call peculiar. He wore a bright pink shirt and purple pants, sporting an earring in his left ear. He was walking into the community center, and he headed over to the gymnasium, calling out to his group of friends gathered there. "Hi, guys!"

@SwifttailTheFox @Kaii Nashirou @Darragh Harper @FinnianBrightfur

 

[SwifttailTheFox]

One corner of the gym had been cleared for sparring, the mats pulled out and a pair of practice weapons resting nearby. Swifttail stood there rolling his shoulders loose, paws wrapped in simple cloth strips, his tail flicking with eager energy as he bounced lightly on his footpaws. Across from him, Darragh waited on the other side of the mat while Swift gave his arms one last stretch and shook them out.

The fox had that familiar bright grin on his muzzle, the sort that usually meant someone was about to get dragged into a bit of friendly competition.

Then Silvertongue’s voice carried across the gym.

Swifttail glanced over and lifted a paw in greeting.

"Oi, Silvie! Perfect timin’, mate. Darragh an’ I were just about t’ see who’s buyin’ drinks later."

@Silvertongue Songfox @Darragh Harper