Welcome, to our Abbey!

[Russa Nodrey]

Thorn (who had left the kitchens) walked out onto the Abbey lawns, and towards the Abbot. "'Can I be of assistance?" he asked.

[Izeroth]

Gridjaw ran through the abbey, knocking over a squirrel and barely missing a mouse. The stoat sprinted desperately for the walls. If he could just make the walls, the sword would be his!

At last, Gridjaw ran onto the ramparts of the walls. He leaped into a nearby tree, hoping he would be able to climb down it and escape the abbey beasts.

[Lady Ashenwyte]

Ashenwyte jumped off the ramparts and into the tree, drawing a javelin and hurling it at the stoat with as much force as possible.

[Ashleg]

Roscoe cut a thin sliver out of the cake whilst eyeing the door. He then tried shoving it back together.
It looked convincing.
In the dark.
He grinned as he finished his piece of cake and soon found himself staring at the rest of it.
"Wow!! That's great!" The weasel exclaimed, springing to his feet and staring at the table. "...Since I have nothing to lose..."

"The stoat?"

[Izeroth]

 OOC: I'll change this if you want

Barely missing Gridjaw, the javelin stuck in a nearby a tree branch. "Heehee!" Gridjaw called, "Yew tink yew can stay in this tree fer long, big badger?" The tree limb the badger was hanging on was already starting to crack.

[Hickory]

"Fine. Make sure you don't get slain, and I'll be back with some bandages for you."

[Russa Nodrey]

OOC: Thorn asked the Abbot something...

[Ashleg]

OOC-
Didn't catch that.

IC-
The Abbot pricked his ears. "Yes?"

[Hickory]

Asher returned shortly with a herb paste and bandages. He hurriedly addressed Casta's wound as he sat.

[LT Sandpaw]

OOC: Okay everything just needs to slow down were in a big jumble. BTW Casta's wound has already been treated inside the Abbey I was just saying it was bothering him as wound would. No need to be treated again.

BIC: Jumping away Casta slung out another stone knocking a chanting Flichaye in the stomach. Loading another stone he watched as the Flichaye below him suddenly turned and sprinted away.
"Ha cowards turn tail and flee, why don't ya." He yelled firing off another stone.

[Cornflower MM]

OOC: What. The. Heck. Just. Happened?! It's usually considered polite to wait for people to post, you know! This is really starting to annoy me, people!

[Hickory]

*shame face*

[Russa Nodrey]

Thorn repeated his question. "Is there someway I can help?"

[Søren]

OOC: I hope this is ok.
BIC:
Nero Dakar hid in a tall, dark bush, observing the abbey and the vermin nearby. Quietly, he sulked, and held his sword closer. It was big for him, but he was used to handling it. He was trying to decide what to do, wether to move on or learn more about the situation inside. He chose the later. Quickly running through the evening shadows. The dark black fur iconic of badgers seemed deeper on him, and his normally white fur was a darker charcoal grey. He decided to examine the exterior of the abbey before jumping in to anything.

[Ashleg]

"I was wondering that for myself," Litho admitted. "You'd be better off asking anybeast who's actually fighting."