Is Redwall as safe as they say it is? (Role-play thread)

[Groddil]

One-Ear heard a twig snap behind him. He whipped around and slashed with the katana, but Redfang wasn't there. He stalked around the small clearing, but there was no sign. No fur, no blood, no footprints. Nothing. He leaned over to inspect the broken twig.
*Thunk!*
The war axe lodged itself in the tree just in front of him. One-Ear wrenched it from the bark and snarled.
"ENOUGH! Come out and fight me like you aren't a coward! Give me the respect you didn't give to my father!"
Redfang emerged from the bush. He snatched the war axe and spat one One-Ear's footpaw.
"Tell ya what, fox. 'Ave a free shot!"
One-Ear tossed the katana from paw to paw.
"You're the dishonorable one, you take the free shot."
Redfang licked his chops.
"Why, of course."
He raised the axe and ran at One-Ear. The young fox ducked and lashed out with the katana, slicing the stoat's jugular vein. Redfang dropped the axe, stuttered and raised a paw to his throat. His eyes rolled back and he fell with a heavy thud to the ground. One-Ear wearily stumbled over to the stoat and dropped the katana. He kicked Redfang's unmoving body. He never finished the kick. The stoat grabbed One-Ear's foot paw with one paw and ripped a dagger from his belt. Redfang, with his last dying breath, ran One-Ear through with the dagger. One-Ear, his mission complete, fell to the ground beside his enemy, with the stoat's paw still clenching his footpaw, still locked in their battle to the death.

[Ashleg]

OOC-
RIP
IC-
Something in Rapshade's mind snapped. He didn't know what to do anymore, so he came sprinting back up to that rat and left his door open.
"I'm not talking to myself. I'm not crazy, I'm not losing it, and I won't let myself go insa--who'm I kidding? Help me, rat, I'm so nervous. This constant itching is driving me up the walls!"

"Itchin', Cap'n? What, are ye sick?"

The ferret's tail twitched.
"Of course I'm sick, you sad excuse for a searat...Oh no. No! Now you know too much, I'm afraid. Get over here!" He growled and advanced on the rat, whom backed up until he was at the edge of the deck.
Rapshade took a step forward and kicked him overboard.
"Ha, haaah! I'm perfectly healthy, remember that now that you're dead!"
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Mixy gasped, but couldn't take her eyes off the sight.
She'd just seen murder. Again.
"He's losing his head, Bracklew. Now's our chance, let's sneak into his room and get this done with."

[Groddil]

Somewhere, a raven crowed. Mortembell awoke with a start. Picking herself off the seat, she stared at the food in front of her. What time was it? She reached for a glass of water and left Cavern Hole, still half-asleep. When she reached the top of the stairs, she fell backwards with a start. The glass of water fell from her paw and shattered on the stone floor. Standing there, at the top of the stairs was Muddle, fire blazing where his eyes should have been. He descended the stairs and grabbed her by the paw with a spiked paw that poked and tore her flesh. Blood poured from the injuries. She was drowning in blood. And above it all stood that hedgehog, his spiny fur stinging her paw with a thousand cuts. She couldn't keep herself above the blood anymore, she was falling. She was enveloped by dark, red, sticky...

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"Vixen? VIXEN! Up with ye."
Mortembell shook her head. She was sprawled the bottom of the stairs, covered in red, sticky liquid. Muddle stood above her, grasping her paw. His spikes had pricked her paw, waking her up.
"B-b-but...the blood."
Muddle shook his head.
"Strawberry cordial. I was right you know. Death has come to your son."

[Vilu Daskar]

OOC: Muddle is weird.

[Ashleg]

OOC-
Don't offend anyone now. :s

[LT Sandpaw]

Leaving words for another time Bracklew, placed a paw on his lips, motioning for Mixy to follow him. Then staying low as possible the young squirrel darted across the deck flattening himself against the cabin door. Feeling nervous, yet excited he kept his eyes on Rapshade's turned back, waiting for Mixy to join him.

C'mon Mix, hurry. He thought as Rapshade continued his mad ravings. The dagger in his belt pressed against his side reminding Bracklew of the lethal force at his disposal. Clasping the dagger firmly he drew it, hiding the glimmering blade, ready, he hoped, for anything.

[Ashleg]

Mixy picked up her dagger and nodded hurriedly, pushing off after Bracklew.
She, too, pressed herself against the door.
"He's a madbeast, Brack, let's hurry this before he turns around and sees us!" She didn't wait a second longer to maneuver around the door and into Rapshade's room.
It's actually quite nice in here for a sick vermin's bedroom, captain or not. It's too good for him.
She pointed to the right.
"I think that's it in the bottle there!"

[Groddil]

OOC: The first segment was a dream, but you're still right Vilu.

BIC: Somewhere deep in Mossflower woods, a crow pecked at two vermin carcasses. Deducting that they were not alive it went to peck out the eyes of the smaller one. A red paw shot out and snapped the bird's neck. One-Ear gave a grunt and hauled his battered, blood-stained body to his knees. Clasping the wound with one paw, and his other three leaving bloodied pawprints on the ground, the young fox crawled slowly and painfully back towards Redwall.

OOC: He's back... Just in time for me to leave for 2 days... See ya soon guys!

[Vilu Daskar]

OOC: Bye.

[Groddil]

OOC: I'm back, and it looks like you guys put the whole RP on hold for my little holiday. Thanks a lot and you can do what you'v e been waiting to lately. Cheers!

[LT Sandpaw]

OOC: I was gone these last couple days as well so it worked out.

BIC:

His eyes scanning the room Bracklew's gaze fell upon a another bottle, on the other side of the room. "What if its in that one instead." He hissed back pointing towards the second bottle. He looked between the two, both bottles were very similar.

"Which one?" He asked franticly knowing there was only so much time until Rapshade reentered his cabin.

[Ashleg]

Mixy ran frantically towards the other bottle and grabbed it.
"Both? Er, err, they're identical! Whatever, he's probably going to drink both, right?"
She grabbed the berries from her satchel and tried to pry the first bottle open.

[Groddil]

One-Ear could go no further. He spat blood and collapsed, pushing the dagger further into his waist. He let out a blood-curdling scream of pain that sent birds scurrying from the trees. He pushed himself up against a tree, clenched his jaws, and gripped the dagger. The fox ripped the dagger from his thigh. Another scream sent the birds away from their nests as soon as they settled. One-Ear stared dumbly at the bleeding wound, before wrenching off his tunic and bandaging it around his waist. Unsheathing the katana, he thrust it behind his back into the bandages as a tourniquet. Breathing heavily, and covered in blood, he hauled himself up and staggered towards Redwall, its spire now just within visibility.

[Ashleg]

OOC-
I figured we'd need one sooner or later...So, here's the Log-a-Log.
IC-
A gruff voice sounded behind One-Ear shortly after he started walking
"I couldn't help but hear yeh scream, so I came out this way t' check it out and might I say, yeh look horrible. What happened?"
It belonged to Log-a-Log Chrysanthe, the current leader of the Guosim.
She let herself be heard, but hid in the bushes with her paw on her dagger just in case this fox was a threat.

[Groddil]

One-Ear gasped in pain.
"Name's One-Ear...Son of Threeclaw and...Mortembell. Redwall. Pa killed...stoat. Revenge...killed stoat. He...got me. Going...home."
The young fox stumbled and fell to his knees.