Trolls' Plight: Dead RP.

[Wylder Treejumper]

Fissk felt the intrusion into his wards around the cave, and activated a spell that would immobilize the intruder until he was questioned by Nagrom or him.
Whoever it was would be quite helpless until the spell was released.

He landed on the NW corner of the ramparts of Redwall Abbey, and surveyed the grounds invisibly. He had to know what the creatures here were doing.

[Cornflower MM]

OOC: NW? Don't you mean North West? Sorry - Can't stand things like that.

[Wylder Treejumper]

OOC: Aye, that's the proper abreviation...

[Cornflower MM]

OOC: CAN WE GET ON WITH THE DAD GUM RP ALREADY?!?!?!?!?!?!

[Wylder Treejumper]

OOC: Skarz, the Abbey is your jurisdiction...

[The Skarzs]

OOC: In the morning, the skipper will be out attacking the trolls; until then, it'll be a bit slow.

BIC: Skipper Rudge met the Abbot on the lawns, and were discussing the happenings for the morning. "Me and my crew will head up the river; I know a smaller place where we can begin shaving down the numbers of trolls."
The abbot nodded. "Alright; I leave that in your capable paws, as I must stay here."

[Romsca]

OOC:

Arya grabbed the fox by the collar as he went bby, and held him. The fox obviously hadn't seen her as she'd watched the proceedings from the shadows.

OOC: Is that alright, Romsca?

Yes, that's fine

BIC: Asher was speechless when the troll yelled at him, but after he was picked up he shouted, "Hey! Put me down!"

[The Skarzs]

"Not until you say who you are, and why you're here." Nagrom folded his arms in front of him.

[Cornflower MM]

"You took the words out of my mouth, Nagrom." Arya said, as she stepped forward, keeping a good hold on the fox's collar. "Oh, be quiet!" She said, rather irritably, as if she did this every day. In truth, it was usually just once a week.

[Wylder Treejumper]

Fissk decided he would set the otters up for a little surprise. He knew the spot Skipper had refered to. He flew off up the river and began his work.

[Cornflower MM]

OOC: Where are all the posters? Hello? People?

[The Skarzs]

OOC: We need Romsca.

BIC: Nagrom shouted directly in the fox's face. "Answer!"

[Romsca]

"I'm from the North, sir, and... I was just trying to find honest work. I was kind of... laid off... from my old job, sir. My name is... um..." he looked around. "My name is Tom."

[The Skarzs]

"And what kind of work do you do, Tom?" Nagrom asked, his temper still boiling.

[Cornflower MM]

Arya rolled her eyes. "Nagrom, it won't help loosen this fox's tongue if you lose your temper and kill him." She gently reminded the troll.