Retake Redwall RP

[Corporal Firalay]

OOC:Stradd needs to die! So whoever wants to kill him, probably you, Wonwill, go ahead, he won't fight it.

BIC: Pan snored fitfully, his back against a tree, lance by his side. At a rustle nearby he woke with a start, leaping up with weapon in paw. He grabbed his pack and headed to where the noise originated. Wiping sleep from his eyes with a paw, he thoroughly checked the area, but found nothing. Shaking his head, he went back to sleep.

Stradd and two of his mates, a weasel and a young vixen, gazed up at the wall top where eight Hordebeast bodies lay. His grand plan was to forget the wall guards and relax inside. Suddenly, Stradd noticed a mole and a young babe trying to drag the limp form of a mouse to the slave pens. Striding over with a paw on his sword hilt, Stradd tried to look like an authoritive figure rather than a normal Hordebeast, his friends trailing behind.
"What're ya doin'?" he snarled, despite knowing what the pair where doing and finding nothing wrong with it.

[Norham Waterpaw]

Norham strode quietly through the woodlands. The leaves above him rustled in the wind. A song sparrow winged overhead, chirping merrily. It was all lost on him, because his focus was on a weasel, in a camp of woodlanders!

[KitrallStreamrippler]

Vurrp turned at the sound of Stradd's voice, keeping his gaze down. He tugged his snout politely and kept his voice humble when he said, "Oi'm sorry zurr. Us'ns on'y be bringen ee sickbeast to ee slave pens." He stood anxiously, waiting for Stradd's response.

[Quickpaw]

OOC: Should Vash know Norham from your rp or not, Norham?

[Norham Waterpaw]

Ooc: He should, this takes place after my RP

[Corporal Firalay]

Stradd coughed awkwardly, scratching the back of his head and desperately searching for a way to save his damaged ego. "Right!" he said in as gruff a voice as he could muster. "Well, ya better d-do it good!"

[KitrallStreamrippler]

Much relieved, Vurrp tugged his snout again. "Aye,  zurr," he said, and continued dragging the sick mousewife to the slave compound. When he got there, it was almost empty, except for a few creatures too sick to work. Vurrp turned to the mousebabe and asked, "Whurr bees yore dad?" If the young one's father was alive, he would at least want to know about his mate's condition.

[Quickpaw]

"Well, I should be off now. Thank you for the food, it is much obliged." Vash said, turning to leave. He'd have to find some other way of getting food after this. Maybe he could forage some berries? But he wasn't thatuch off a berry expert, and didn't know many of the poisonous ones.

[KitrallStreamrippler]

Liath nodded. "Ye're welcome. If-" she stopped speaking abruptly as she heard something moving around in the bushes. She called out challengingly. "Coom on oot o' there or Ah'll drag ye oot! Ah'm a MacGearr o' the Northlands and Ah'm fear't o' nobeast!"

[Corporal Firalay]

Lilipili wrinkled her nose and shook her head. "It jush mama an' me."

[Norham Waterpaw]

Norham flung himself on the vermin who had just left camp, Norham drew his Sgian Dhu. He raised his knife to deliver the final blow. "Wait, Vash?" Norham said, very much surprised. "What are you doing back in Mossflower, there is so much you need to know!"

[Quickpaw]

"Hey, get off me ya-Norham? Norham!" he said. "Well, I'd tell ya what I could if you'd kindly get off of me." Vash said, trying to get out from under him.

[Dannflower Reguba]

OOC: Don't worry Kitrall, I pity you.  Just wish I could actually do something though. 

[KitrallStreamrippler]

Liath had seen the otter come out of seemingly nowhere to ambush Vash, and was about to explain things to him (with the help of her staff if need be) when she saw that they recognized each other. "Oh guid. Ah thought Ah'd have tae crack somebeast's skull," she muttered, though she sounded disappointed rather than relieved.

[Rainshadow]

  Firefly had his small knife, but he very much wished it were longer.  It was his father's old knife that he would use to whittle away at wood, so obviously it wasn't very long.  Unfortunately, it was the only short range weapon the otter had.
 Brandishing his small weapon threateningly, Fire called out, "'O be ye?  Frien' or enemae?  Ah got mae a weapon, an' Ah ain't afraid tae use et!"