The Heroes of Redwall: The Return of Zanzuthari Deathhound

[Dannflower Reguba]

OOC: Sky, you're with us.

[AbbotAlf0809]

Davidari looked around the surrounding area, no sign of anything that would lead to the existence of the Cadre. "Nothing, nothing!" He yelled kicking a stone. The stone rolled over revealing a strange look symbol. An eye of some sort. Gasping, Davidari opened the ancient parchment with te same eye drawn upon the old scroll. "This... this is the same eye as on the stone!"

[Skyblade]

OOC: Sorry! Disregard that last post. This is what happens when you're not on for a while...

BIC: Razer, standing a few feet away and lost in her own thoughts about Zanthar, heard Davidari shout. She rushed up to the mouse warrior. "What is it??"

[AbbotAlf0809]

Davidari held out the old stone in his paw, "This stone has the symbol of the Cadre carved upon it, we must be nearby to their lair." Davidari placed the stone in a pouch and trekked up the grassy mountain. "Stay on your guard however," he reminded them tapping his sword, "The Cadre is neither friend nor foe so I do my know how they shall take our intrusion upon their lands."

[The Skarzs]

OOC: I'm going to assume that Stone alerted Foremole, just for the sake of continuation.

BIC: Kliegh followed the moles around, trying to get a grasp on their peculiar dialect and motioning where the best places to bring rubble would be.

[AbbotAlf0809]

Zanthar watched from a small hilltop as his army packed their things for the coming battle. Breathing heavily, he turned to march them but was interrupted when he numbed into a hooded figure and fell on his backside. "Oi! What is the meaning of- *gasp* Father Abbot..." he said scrambling back to his feet and kneeling down. "Rise my apprentice," said the hooded figure, "No need for formalities." Zanthar nodded and arose, motioning out to his army he replied, "Abbot Zedd, everything is moving according to schedule, Redwall will be ours soon and from there, Salamandastron." "I know but on schedule is not good enough. So says the great one. Do not fail me Zanzuthari Deathhound. Or should I say Zanzuthari Sparra." He said through the emotionless mask which he wore. Zanthar's paw reached for his weapon, "Where did you learn of this name... for that is a name of which I haven't gone by for decades..." "I did some research on your past my friend. It would be a shame if I let the map of the fabled Sparra's Treasure dal into the wrong paws... Do not let the ottermaiden clod your alligence to me and the great one. Remember the last failed vassal." "Yes my master," said Zanthar solemnly, "I shall not fail you like that blasted otter Drask Rondox. You have my word."

[Skyblade]

OOC: I'm so sorry for the long wait! I'm back now

BIC: Razer nodded to Davidari. "Of course. Let's go."

[AbbotAlf0809]

As soon as they continued, Davidari stepped on a flat stone which then was pressed down like a button. "What strangeness is at work here?" Cried Davidari lifted his paw and the stone moved back into its original place. Suddenly, as if from thin air, a purple fog began to shroud the travelers. Davidari drew his sword and looked around swiftly, soon his eyelids began to weigh and he found himself desperately needing a nap. Kneeling down on his sword, he muttered, "I am sorry my love..." and collapsed.

[Dannflower Reguba]

       Arraka watched her companion collapse. Any effect the mist may have had on her was delayed by her veil. She raised her arms just above her head and gazed into the rising gas. Closing her eyes, she whispered to it, "Unum vento flamma fluentem aqua, et consurgit in quo nulla vitae felis ut foedera. Tolle quod tuum est, in me, non timemus." The squirrel evaporated with the gas, completely disappearing. The gas itself rose very quickly, spurred on by Arraka's bond with it. Once it was gone, she hit the ground right next to Davi, having fallen from the last whiff of the gas.

       How nice of the Cadre to leave the sleeper agent, Davidari needed a rest, and the fog would alert those they were seeking as to the travelers location. She walked to a nearby ash tree, careful to step over the trigger of yet another trap. She thought about purposefully setting off the snare, but chose to disarm the lethal darts and leave the rest intact, when her friend(s?) woke up, he probably wouldn't be too happy that she had let him be put to sleep.

       Seeing as no one else was around, and the Cadre were... Was that Sleil? Yes it was, that was definitely his spear butt hitting the ground, clumsy scout, right on time as usual though. It would be roughly  half an hour before he got the rest of the Cadre informed, and arrival would be approximately an hour and ten minutes from then. Arraka sighed, she could actually take a break herself. She pulled her hood down, and let her veil fall. Breathing deep, she allowed herself the first smile since.... when was it?.. Hmm, since she could remember apparently. She dashed some water from a small flask she was carrying into her face, rubbing it around. The coolness felt very refreshing, and with the breeze blowing in, she felt quite rejuvenated. Arraka had a very rough exterior, but you wouldn't guess it if you could actually see her face. It was very soft, both in fur and in personality. The sheen of the water added to the natural glisten of the same fur. She was, quite arguably, beautiful. Her head lolled to the side as she spoke softly with her natural, far-sweeter voice, "If only my friend, if only fairness and justice didn't call me so. If not for the voice of the wounded, the cry of the weak... If only." She chuckled, letting her thoughts wander, but keeping her ears open.

OOC: I'm assuming Razer was caught in the gas too? Also, when y'all guys wanna wake up, make sure you post that you're  stirring first so I can put my hood back up. 

[AbbotAlf0809]

OOC: Gotcha

BIC: Abbot Amaru looked uncomfortable watching the war preparation. To many times had he seen such ill tidings back in his homeland of Jima. Sighing, he returned to his desk and resumed his journal entries. Badgerpa Stone had the mole build a nice little earth wall up to about his forehead in height, and then place wooden stake all around that part. Foremole continued on with his engineering mastermind however, demanding there be more walls.

[The Skarzs]

There was little more to do up on the walls, so Kliegh took a break from the preparations, going to see what the Foremole was doing.
"What's this?" he asked curiously.

[Dannflower Reguba]

       Arraka suddenly realized that pour Amaru was probably at least somewhat worried about Davi. She closed her eyes and whispered to the Abbey once again, "Et Davi Razer fine sunt, sumus currently ...... requiescit. Mox aderit Cadre Et sic posset adire redwall intra septimana ... Secundum in quam faciles illi sint, licet magnam spem habere. Recte, amice tecum fortuna." She opened her eyes once again, continuing appreciation of the splendor of the surrounding vegetation.

       Not long after, her message arrived, "Davi and Razer are fine, we're currently...... resting. The Cadre will be here soon, so we might be able to get to Redwall within a week... Depending on how cooperative they are, I have high hopes though. All is well, my friends, good fortune go with thee."

[Dannflower Reguba]

       OOC: Look, I know we're not supposed to bump for the sake of bumping, or double post... But can someone please do something! We're sooo close, we can't give up NOW!

[Skyblade]

OOC: I'm sorry...is AbbotAlf still posting?

[The Skarzs]

OOC: He should be. . . hopefully he's got this topic notifying him of replies.
ATM there's not much my character can do besides wait for the oncoming siege. I had recommend to Alf that he might do a summary of how he wants this RP to end so the next one can be more smoothly started.