The Recruiting Sergeants

[AbbotAlf0805]

Leon walked out of the woods and saw her walk down the road. "Jerelio!" he said waving his paw slowly. He disappeared but hid by a bush. He had never seen an otter before. Back at Blackstone Abbey there were only mice. He played with the trigger of his crossbow.

[Calaron]

The mole smiled broadly as he shook Brigg's paw.  "Burr, you'm naowt but ee scallywag, Maister Brigg!"  The mole patted the young rat on the back as he turned to look at the plow.  "Takin' after yore daddy," he muttered, making certain Corgan would hear.  That mouse was fiercely proud of Brigg.  He would appreciate the mole's comment.    Bruntil went to work on the problem, muttering various ideas to himself.  He smiled after a short time, and pulled a small bit of wire from a pocket.  After making some loops around the plow handle, he picked up a small hammer and flattened it together, making the handle quite secure.  "That'n owt to 'old ee fur ee season.  You'm shudd take et to ee blarksmitty arfter, tho."

Bruntil stood, stretching back a little bit.  He had had an excellent harvest and had established credit enough at the pub to offer Brigg's family a treat.  He knew it was hard for Corgan and his wife to raise three young news, even with Brigg being old enough to do a significant portion of work now.  "'ow 'bout ee give ee missus the noight off and take ee meal at the pubber?  Wudd be moi treat, bo hurr!"

[Flandor]

OOC: Alf- Where is your character? Barrow is at least a three day march from Salamandastron.  If he is at Salamandastron, he can't also be near Barrow.

Character: Brigg
Location: Corgan's farm

Brigg grinned at Bruntil's mutterings.  Both he and his father were fond of the mole.  He watched intently as Bruntil fixed the plow handle, hoping next time he could try mending it himself.  They really ought to take it down to the blacksmith later in the season though.  Orleaf would fix it up brand new for them.

"ow 'bout ee give ee missus the noight off and take ee meal at the pubber?  Wudd be moi treat, bo hurr!"

A meal at the pub was always a treat for Brigg and his family.  His father answered Bruntil.

"Sure, that do sound wunnerful, friend.  The missus is in havin' a lie down, actually, an' the liddle uns are playin' wid the Tannel boys down by their land.  What say we all break for lunch an' go now?"

Brigg liked that suggestion.  He'd been hard at work all morning, and the bowl of honeyed oatmeal he'd had for breakfast seemed long gone.

[Flandor]

OOC: You said I can' be at the mountain yet.

I said you can be at the mountain but not RP there yet because none of the other player characters are there yet.  You have to pick one place and stay there.  If you don't want your character to be in the town, you'll have to wait to RP.  But once you decide you can't just post again in a different location because the first one you picked is too boring.  Now your posts don't make any sense in the continuity of the RP.  If you have any more questions about this post them in the OOC thread, not here.

[Flandor]

OOC: Alright, any more concerns HAVE to go to the OOC thread.  Talking about things here clutters up the RP thread and I asked in the rules that people not post OOC questions and comments here.  Alf, if you have questions, ask them there.  I'm sorry if you're not following what's going in but I'm not sure how to explain it to you, since it seems to be more or less clear for everyone else.  But please don't post more OOC questions here, take them to the other thread.  Thank you.

[DanielofRedwall]

Thorn wandered back over to Dougie and handed him a roasted corn while chewing on one himself (he had noticed his longing glance previously). While eating he examined the crowd of beasts around the poster with an air of satisfaction while still remaining very serious and military-like. "Well, we've certainly caused quite the stir, eh wot?" he muttered to his companion. Now let's see how many beasts are actually interested in joining, he thought to himself.

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Oaka had completed his gardening and now sat beside the river, his paws dipped in the cool, running water and a fishing rod in his hands. There had been no nibbles yet, but rarely did he not catch anything. As he fished he wondered about what he would do for the rest of the day. I'll cook whatever I catch up first. Aye, nice roasted fish never misses the spot. Perhaps then I'll do a spot of reading, a bit more housework, and then start on dinner. Another perfect and normal day.

[Flandor]

Character: Dougie
Location: Barrow

Thorn came walking back soon, carrying two of the roasted ears of corn.  Dougie took one from him and thanked him.  He sniffed, appreciating the sweet, smoky smell.  He peeled back the blackened shuck and began eating.

"That does seem to be the case, wot? Though I do wonder how long it'll take to turn these peasant types into real Long Patrollers.  It'd seem we have our bally work cut out for us, eh?"

He took a seat in a patch of grass, relaxing.  The corn was delicious, and they'd had an awful long morning so far.

[BrookSkimmer]

Character: Resher Scutbob Fornsueth
Location: Barrow

The gangly hare bounded through the village square. He turned and shouted behind him.

"Ye'll nevah catch me wot! I'm the fastest creature on two bally legs anywhere near these parts!" Mmmmfff scrunch!

The irrepressible lapin continued to bound forward as he stuffed a warm pastie in his mouth.

"Scuse me, pardon me wot! Coming through wot wot!"

Behind him a flustered mole wife shook a rolling pin in his direction.

"Resher ye young rip! Come back here with my pasties you gluttonous beastie!"

Her words barely reached Resher's ears. He chuckled and stuffed another pastie in his mouth. The hare turned around and stuck out his tongue around the food and waggled his ears.

"See you later me little tater ca- WOOP!"

An apple cart stopped Resher's escape plans. Apples bounced everywhere as the hare tumbled forward. Some beasts screamed and dove out of the way as the young hare and the cart tumbled downwards. Eventually he came to a rest, face down in the town square, a pile of apples rolling over top of him.

The garrulous hare rolled over and spat an apple from his mouth. He rubbed his eyes and looked up at two creatures standing over him. They appeared to be... Resher sucked in a breath and quickly stood up. They were Long Patrol hares! Resher could tell by their outfits and the way they carried themselves. The famed Long Patrol! Here! In Barrow! In the town where nothing exciting ever happened!

The young hare saluted sharply and tried to speak. "Lo teh ye sirs... eh... sorry bout the Resher... me name is apples..." He smote his forehead and bits of apple fell from his headfur. "I-i mean me name is sorry, apple about the uh... the uh..."

Long Patrol hares! It was all Resher had ever wanted, to join their ranks.

[redwallgurl]

Malti always being cuoris went to see what the commotion was. She had seen the two Long Patrol hares and gasped in shock. Those hares were legend. Deciding that she wanted to join the Long patrol she went up to the hares.

Taking a deep breath she said, " Um, excuse me sirs, my name is Malti Zia and I was, er, wondering if I could join the Long Patrol."

She gulped nervously, they had looked busy but she couldn't restrain herself. She stood there awkwardly waiting for a reply.

[Tiria Wildlough]

Trina noticed the young beasts who wanted to join the Long Patrol. She turned away, wondering why they were so eager. It wasn't like fighting was fun or anything. They'd probably have a surprise.

[DanielofRedwall]

Character: Thorn
Location: Barrow

Thorn jumped back as the young hare came tumbling over towards them, apples everywhere. Assuming he had come to sign up, he growled and began barking out orders at the poor beast. "Thinkin' you'd take us by surprise, eh wot?! Thinkin' you could sneak up on the Long Patrol, hey? GET UP! CHIN IN, CHEST OUT! YOU CALL THAT A SALUTE? DON'T MUTTER APOLOGIZE TO US! You have a lot of hard work in front of you, and if this is your attitude you won't get very far!" he yelled at the beast, before realizing he may have scared off a few want-to-be sign-ups. "So, you're interested in joining our ranks, eh laddie? Chat to my friend over here, another beast is coming."

That other beast happened to be Malti Zia. Um, excuse me sirs, my name is Malti Zia and I was, er, wondering if I could join the Long Patrol. she said.
Thorn looked her over. She seemed able enough, but seemed to be lacking a bit of confidence at first impression. Still, perhaps she would come in handy. He wasn't entirely convinced yet, though, and still needed some answers first. "Where're you from? Why do you want to sign up? What can you offer us?" he asked.

OOC: I haven't jumped too far ahead have I?

[Flandor]

OOC: Nope, you're fine Daniel.

Character: Dougie
Location: Barrow

Dougie nearly dropped his corn in surprise as a young hare went crashing into a nearby cart of apples.  His good reflexes allowed him to avoid being hit by any bits of apple or debris.  He felt a little sorry for the owner of the cart; it was now in poor shape and a good portion of the apples were ruined.  He stared at the young hare who had stumbled to his feet, stammering out some apology or another.  At least the young one seemed to recognize who had nearly run over.

The beast was obviously in his teenage seasons, gangly of limb and paw.  He seemed fit enough, but then this was farm country and he probably helped with his parent's farm or workshop.  Dougie couldn't help suppressing a smile when Forepaw began to bark orders at the young hare.  This was how the two sergeants worked best.  Thorn would bark the orders and scare the daylights out of the green recruits, and Dougie put them through strenuous drills and exercises. 

When Thorn had finished his short tirade, the hare was sent in Dougie's direction.  A young otter had walked over to them and was now talking to Thorn.  He hoped the girl had more backbone than she seemed to be showing now.

He stood up stiff and squared his shoulders, planting his feet and giving the young hare his best stern look.

"Righto, young'un.  Gimme your name and state your business, quick-like.  This isn't a game, wot?"

Dougie would be the first to admit that he didn't cut a particularly intimidating figure, but a country lad most likely wouldn't see that.

[BrookSkimmer]

Character: Resher Scutbob Fornsueth
Location: Barrow

So, you're interested in joining our ranks, eh laddie? Chat to my friend over here, another beast is coming.

Resher bit his lip as Thorn vented his spleen. The young hare dropped his gaze slightly and began to scuff the dirt about with his footpaw. He had only been in the presence of the Long Patrollers for a few moments and already he was being admonished. They would never let him join. He would be stuck in Barrow, digging turnips on his fathers farm for the rest of his life. The young hare shuddered at the thought of turnips. Turnip pie, turnip pasties, turnip stew, turnip surprise! It was enough to make the whiskers curl and the palate go sour. He couldn;t stay in Barrow... he wouldn't stay in Barrow!

The young hare sucked in a breath and puffed out his chest. He knocked his heels together and threw Thorn a quick salute in Long Patrol fashion.

"Sah yes sah!"

With that he turned towards Dougie. As he turned Resher let the breath out in a woosh and muttered to himself.

"Buck up laddie buck! This is yer only chance eh wot... any more foolin' about and yeh kin say 'ello to a big ol' pile o' turnips back at the bally farm. Yuck!" He stuck out his tongue and waggled his ears at the thought of more turnips. It wasn't until he looked in front of himself that he realized he was making the awful expression directly at the other Long Patroller.

"Righto, young'un.  Gimme your name and state your business, quick-like.  This isn't a game, wot?"

"Oh corks!" The hare shook his head and snapped to attention as quick as he could. "The name's Resher Scutbob Fornsueth...though most about 'er call me Resh. My business is t-..." He trailed off just as the word "turnips" threatened to surface. "Me business is gettin' away from bally Barrow teh see a bit o' the world. I mean, I would like to join yer bally ranks...sah!"

Resher threw a few more salutes for good measure, hoping they would be enough to cover his many fumbles thus far.

[Dannflower Reguba]

Ashe the black squirrel could practically feel the excitement in barrow and he was still half a mile away. He didn't know whether he should speed up or slow down, he chose the latter for cations' sake.

He hoped to find Bruntil in the market area because he just HAD to eat something, those roots earliar hadn't been enough, and the kindly mole wouldn't be ready for dinner yet. The squirrel was just a few hundered feet from the outskirts of the market place. He cocked his lugs to the noises of the market, and heard normal everyday sounds... Except there seemed to be an air of tension about the place... Only one way to find out.

OOC: Just a reminder, Ashe knows alot of the Barrow goers just from having been here numerous times. i.e. He has a high chance of nowing any given recruit.

[redwallgurl]

Malti stood up straight and looked the Long Patroler in the eye. She was determined to join but was still a bit nervous.

Gathering up her confidence she said," I came from up north, sah. I had stayed at Redwall for a couple of seasons and read all about the Long Patrol and Salamandastron. It was then my dream to become part of the Long Patrol and become a legend like you...sah."

She had copied the sah bits from the hare who had fallen he seemed to know what he was doing.