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

[Ashleg]

Chrysanthe stepped out of her hiding place, twirling her dagger expertly.
"If yeh keep struggling, the only place you're goin' is the Dark Forest. Come on, I'll help you." She bent down and extended a paw so he could lean on her if he tried to stand again.
"I'm Log-a-Log Chrysanthe, by the way. So, to Redwall?"

[LT Sandpaw]

Rushing towards the first bottle hiding it among the sheets of the bed. "There, now he will have to drink that one." Bracklew nodded towards Mixy clenching, and unclenching his paws. The young squirrel's green eyes flashed with fire as he nodded towards the bottle.

"Hurry, put them in, and lets get out of here!" He said in a urgent whisper.

~*~*~*~*~

Grumbling irritably, her fur ruffled by the wind Rayne slammed the Abbey door behind her. If there was one thing that irked her more then a messy infirmary it was when she couldn't find the patients. Marching into the great hall the squirrel healer spotted Duncan sitting among the food left over from the disastrous meeting. Grant having dispersed it after the Muddle incident (A creature Rayne was also looking for) in surrender.

"Duncan, where is your daughter?" Rayne snapped marching towards the hare paws on her hips. "She will know where that squirrel is. I need to check his paws, and make sure they are healing properly. Then if you would assist me in finding that runaway hedgehog so that I can sew stitches onto his face, that would be much more helpful then whatever you're doing now!" She stopped speaking giving Duncan one of her uncommon, but famous glares.


OOC:

Slight PP on the Abbot, but I figure its okay.

[Groddil]

OOC: The Messenger's on his way.

BIC: One-Ear drew the katana and stabbed it into the ground, then used it and Chrysanthe to pick himself up. Grabbing the blade as he walked past he motioned to the towering spire.
"Thank you Chrysanthe. Yes, to Redwall. We have to hurry."

*******

Muddle was hanging around again. Mortembell's new-found peaceful Abbey life was being constantly disrupted by this annoying hedgehog and his ravings of doom. The vixen jumped from her seat and half ran out of Cavern Hole to avoid him. It didn't work. Muddle's paw shot out and stopped her exit.
"Listen to me, vixen. Death has come to your son, the fangs that are red had a duel with him. Death has come, the fags that are red will open the gates. Death will come to us all!"
Mortembell shot a look at him.
"Really? Maybe One-Ear killed 'the fangs that are red' in the duel, and your visions are just that. Visions! No truth, no foresight, no sanity."
She ripped Muddle's paw away from her and strode into the Great Hall.

*******

Muddle tired of unbelievers talking to him like that. He snuck up to the Infirmary. Singing a creepily insane ditty, he took plats from satchels.

         "Nightshade, deathbell, poisons a plenty,
              It's time to kill all those who don't believe me!

              Those who have eyes are blind!
              Don't see with your eyes, see with your mind!

              Nightshade, deathbell, poisons a plenty.
              It's time to kill all those who don't believe me!

              But list' to me, still you can redeem.
              If you don't tear out your eyes,
              Then you will have to die!

              Nightshade, deathbell, poisons a plenty.
              It's time to kill all those who don't believe me!"

Cackling maniacally, the ex-assistant cellarbeast slunk off to the kitchens.

[Ashleg]

OOC-
Yeah, the PP was fine.
IC-
"You can call me Log-a-Log, since I don't actually go by Chrysanthe anymore." The shrew did her best to support him, but since she was a shrew she was small and so they staggered along at an ungainly pace.
Finally they arrived at Redwall.
"I'll help yeh inside, since I need to ' speak t' Grant anyway. Come on, think yeh can make it?"

--

Duncan was busy stuffing a pawful of Deeper'n'Ever pie into his face. Glancing up in surprise at Rayne, he swallowed. "Enjoyin' the leftover scoff isn't useless, Mam, it keeps me from dying! Anywho..." The hare rose from the table and glanced around the room.
"I think she ran off with Bracklew to go play or something."

--

Mixy got the cork out of the bottle and crushed the berries in her paw so that the poisonous red juice ran into the liquid inside the bottle. Then, just to be safe, she threw the berries in as well and resealed the bottle, placing it carefully back on Rapshade's nightstand without a sound.
Her white paw fur was stained red, and the juice was dripping down her arms and onto the floor.
The haremaid grabbed her dagger and nodded solemnly to Bracklew.
"Yes, come on, let's make a run for it!" She whispered, tiptoeing over to the door, where she peered cautiously out.
"He's talking to the fox again...Okay, we run out of his room on three. One, two...Three!"

[Groddil]

Muddle entered the kitchen, making sure not be seen, and crushed the poisonous flowers. He threw part of the mush into every drink, every dish. Nothing went untouched. Smiling evilly, the hedgehog returned to the Great Hall and took a seat, pretending like nothing had happened.

*******

One-Ear removed his arm from Chrysanthe and threw himself onto the Abbey Gates. Pushing them open, he staggered through, past the Abbey pond, and to the Great Hall. He stumbled in just in time to hear Duncan talking about how Mixy and Bracklew had "run off to play."
One-Ear grabbed the table and used it to pull himself to the hare.
"Not playing...Rapshade...They tried...to poison...Rapshade. Don't know...Don't know where they are now."
The young fox collapsed.

[Ashleg]

Duncan grinned and shifted away from the bleeding fox.
"If they're not back by morning I'll go after them--we need to give them time to poison him correctly, after all. What brave young warriors!"

Chrysanthe tried prying One-Ear off the table.
"Don't yeh go unconcious on me now, Mister," she whispered in his ear.
Noticing Rayne, Log-a-Log shook her head.
"Sorry t' be puttin' another one in your paws, Miss, but I'm afraid if he doesn't get help soon we'll 'ave lost a rather honest young fox."

[LT Sandpaw]

Pushing the door open Bracklew stayed directly behind Mixy, dagger held at the ready. With a little luck they could make it down the gangplank before Rapshade ever noticed them, if not they could fight their way out. As his paws pounded on the wood a horrible thought came across him. If Rapshade saw them coming out of his cabin, even in his crazed state of mind he would think twice about drinking anything left in there. Ears pressed against his head the squirrel stalled, unsure whether he should grab a hold of Mixy and pull her back in, or keep going, and hope they weren't spotted.

Bracklew's moment of indecision ruined any chance of a clean escape. Saltooth, who was still lounging on the prow, having fallen asleep earlier had woken up. His eyes bore full into Mixy's face.

"Ey tis th' likkle rabbit n' th' Cap'n cabin!" The steersrat roared drawing Martin's sword.

~*~*~*~*~

Snapping around in surprise as the wounded fox entered, closely followed by Logalog Rayne could only nod. Rushing forward the squirrel healer pressed her paws against the wound, putting as much pressure on it as possible. "Of course, I'll care for him, his mother is in Redwall somewhere, somebeast should fetch her. Logalog, Duncan, before you rush off to kill pirates help me carry One-ear up to the infirmary!"

[Groddil]

OOC: Poor One-Ear, no recognition!

BIC: Mortembell stepped out from Cavern Hole to see Rayne leaning over her son. She screamed in terror.
"ONE-EAR!"
She cleared the length of the Great Hall in three bounds and grabbed One-Ear.
"Son. SON! Can you hear me?"
One-Ear gave a muffed grunt and coughed blood.
"Stoat...Called Redfang...He killed...Dad. I...killed him."
Mortembell shook her head.
"Thank you son. You avenged your father. You did good."
One-Ear gave a smile and fell unconscious.

[Ashleg]

IC-
Duncan and Log-a-Log followed Rayne when she suggested helping One-Ear up to the infirmary.
"Oh I'm not rushing, I said I was going to wait till morning to...Fine, here, I'll grab him by that paw." As the hare tried reluctantly to help the fox, he muttered under his breath and kept glancing at Chrysanthe.

Between Duncan and Log-a-Log, Log-a-Log was the only one that actually wanted to help.
She glared at the hare and turned back to Rayne.
"Since you two've got 'im and he's unconcious anyway, I could go start gettin' the bandages out. I remember where they are from when Grant showed me seasons back, shouldn't be too hard."
As she approached the stairs, the shrew leader wrinkled her nose.
"But what kind of ill-humored addlebrain chose t' put the sickbay upstairs?!"

--

Mixy's eyes widened.
"M-Martin...Martin's sword." She shook her head rapidly to get out of the daze and aimed a solid kick at Saltooth's stomach before wriggling her way around him and out into the open near Bracklew.

Rapshade had heard Saltooth's announcement. How could he not?
Whirling around, the ferret pointed at them.
"What were two Dibbuns like ye doing in my room, eh? 'Tis funny that a tree-rat and a rabbit that fled yesterday came back here. Only idiots would do that."

Mixy's eyes went ablaze as she pointed her dagger at the ferret whom had killed her mother.
"I'll have you know, Sah, I am a hare! You cowardly barnacle, you killed my mom! Monster!!"
Rapshade looked stunned for a second and then looked like that comment had pushed him further off the edge. "Saltooth," he screeched, "Catch the squirrel an' lock him up!"
Then the ferret drew his sword and pounced on Mixy, and the two went down in a shrieking, writhing ball of fur.
Then somebeast screamed, though it was nearly impossible to dechipher if it had been Rapshade or Mixy.
It was the ferret.
He lay on the ground clutching his side because Mixy had reopened the wound from last night.
Mixy got up and scrambled away, looking horrified and nervous and bloody.
"I don't know what I did, Bracklew, it was horrible, we have to run now, get back to Redwall and tell everybeast we're okay like I promised--Augh!"
Rapshade wrenched his sabre out of Mixy's back and stood shakily, looking down at her as she slid to the ground.
"Hehh, Saltooth, y'heard me, grab them and take them to the slave deck!"
OOC-
Sorry guys. ;-;

[Groddil]

Mortembell managed to chuckle despite the horrible fear that she would lose her son as well.
"Martin the Warrior, that's who. Funny thing, me'n'Rayne had the same conversation earlier today. Bandages, let me think...Wait! I've got some here. I was going to rebandage Muddle, but he decided he didn't want that."
Mortembell held out the bandages.
"I'm sorry, I'd do this myself, but...He's my son, I just can't do it."

OOC: Is Mixy dead, or has she just ended up like One-Ear?

[Ashleg]

IC-"Don't you at least want to be with him when we get up there?" Log-a-Log asked, taking the bandages.
"As yeh said, he's your son. All the more reason to stay by his side."
OOC-
Since I don't want to spoil it for everybody I'll PM it to you.

[Groddil]

Mortembell nodded.
"Of course I will, friend. I just don't want to have to bandage him..."
Mortembell grasped her son's paw as he was laid down on a bed in the Infirmary.
"Hang in their, One-Ear. You're gonna make it."

[Ashleg]

Log-a-Log set the bandages down near Rayne.
"I'm bad at healing, but I can get yeh what's needed to fix him up."

[Dotti Dillworthy]

IC - Meanwhile, somebeast was hiding from behind the table. Its hands produced a jar of unknown liquid and placed it on the table while grabbing a receptacle of herbs from it. Having done with it, the thief sneaked from the table and made its run through the bed and to the door. Thankfully nobeast bothered to turn and look at it, until...

OOC - After some long careful brainstorming, I made it! Is it the right time yet to reveal the thief's identity?

[LT Sandpaw]

"Oof!" Saltooth rolled away, if he had eaten in the last few hours he would have made a mess on the deck. As it was he simply moaned gasping for breath. Somehow regaining his breath the rat staggered to his footpaws just as Rapshade finished Mixy. Grunting the steersrat came forward sword raised.

Bracklew had made it to the gangplank, ready to leap off and escape. Then Mixy's shout forced him to spin about. Coming forward he was about to shout at Mixy to forget what she did and run, but Rapshade's blade took her in the back.

Screaming in pain, and fury the young squirrel charged towards Rapshade, dagger raised. His eyes lit with battle rage.

"MIIIIIX!"

"Raaaaaah!" Both searat and squirrel collided only a few paces from Rapshade, they fell in a tangle of blades, tails, and paws. Saltooth had the advantage of surprise, size, and experience, however even with his best efforts the squirrel moved like a slippery eel in his paws. Both dagger, and sword lay forgotten as they pounded each other, paws cracking again, and again. Saltooth got on top ploughing a solid punch into Bracklew's muzzle. The squirrel lay still, he attacked again, the rat feeling blood spray on his face. Thrice, this time there was a sickening crack.

Breathing heavily Saltooth rolled away, the creature of his nightmares laying defeated beside him.

~*~*~*~*~

"He's lost a lot of blood, running around, and such. He needs something sweet, and a lot of it." She glanced from Mortembell to Log-a-log deciding on the latter. "Log-a-log I you would hurry to the cellars, and find Fergbar, tell him to find the drink that has the most honey in it, and have it sent up here." That done Rayne returned to her work, using the bandages provided to press against the fox's stomach. Producing her box of motherwort root she filled the wound.

Out of the corner of her eye Rayne noticed somebeast leaving the rather quickly, somebeast that wasn't Log-a-log. Unconcerned she kept at her work willing One-ear to stay alive.