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

[Vilu Daskar]

OOC: It sounds like everyone's gonna die.

BIC: "Muddle! Muddle!" Fergbar called as he roamed through the abbey, fortune telling had always fascinated him.

[Groddil]

OOC: Hmm, Mixy and One-Ear have been stabbed, Rapshade's sick, vermin have short lives in a Redwall Story anyway, Muddle poisoned all the food in Redwall, hmm, yeah, I can see that.

BIC: Muddle appeared behind Fergbar.
"What is it, hedgehog? Why do you seek me? Here to tell Muddle that you don't believe him? Muddle doesn't like it when people do that to him."

OOC: There's a reason Muddle's talking in 3rd person. You'll find out later.

[Vilu Daskar]

"I just wanted to know if you would tell me my future."

[Groddil]

Muddle was suspicious.
"Really? While every other beast within these walls mocks and demeans Muddle? Nobeast believes Muddle, and yet you want your fortune, hedgehog?"
Muddle scratched his face. Blood trickled down his head, eventually landing in and staining his spikes red. Muddle snatched Ferbar's head in his paws and brought his disgusting face closer to cellarbeast's.
"I can see something...Something bad...Not just for you, but for all Redwallers...I see a vermin army and a great feast...But then...EVERYBEAST DIES! They just drop where they're standing, dead! DEAD, DEAD, DEAD!"
The mad seer let go of Fergbar and danced back to the Great Hall.

[Ashleg]

OOC-
*reads the OOC*
@Groddil
Rapshade's sickness isn't lethal as long as he takes care of it, he's had it since he was a kid.
IC-
Chrysanthe stepped out into the hallway and glanced about.
She cupped a paw to her mouth and called for the hedgehog: "Fergbar! Hey, Fergbar, 'tis me, Log-a-Log! You around? Rayne an' I need yeh!"

--

Rapshade attempted to hoist Mixy to her paws, but she moaned and flopped back onto the deck, slipping.
He almost felt guilty, but not quite.
...Not quite, at all.
"Great, Saltooth. Take the squirrel down to the slave deck an' chain him up...Unless he would like t' say his goodbyes? Hahahha..."

Mixy was fading.
She listened in on their conversation until soon the voices were replaced by a ringing noise in her ears, and then eventually silence.
The haremaid's vision started blurring as she gathered up all her energy to say farewell to her friend, whom was possibly unconscious.
"Goodbye, Bracklew....d-don't...forget...me........" Her voice grew softer with every word, and then she lie still.
Poor young Mixy had traveled to the Dark Forest.

"Nevermind the goodbyes, she's already gone. Take him away."

[Hickory]

OOC: SHE'S DEAD!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!


BIC: Jetfur overheard the commotion and threw open the door to belowdecks. "I heard "slaves", Cap'n. Do I get some more rowers? I'm missin' two."

[Ashleg]

OOC-
Yeah... 
I had it planned from the beginning so I couldn't really avoid that. That's why I made Log-a-Log, though.

IC-
"Well, you get one. The stupid rabbit's dead." Rapshade walked past Jetfur, trying to keep pressure on his own wound so he didn't bleed out.
"But when we attack Redwall we'll get y' as many slaves as y' need, Jetty, don't worry."

[Hickory]

Jetfur frowned. "Alright, Cap'n. But what happens when we take this Redwall place?"

[Dotti Dillworthy]

The thief, which was hiding among the bushes near the sad scene, tried to hold back all emotion that was showing up in its hooded face. "Oh my..." its dreamy voice quivered at every phrase it had just pronounced. "What good...d-do they slay...th-th-this poor f-fellow?"
It came out of the bushes and went near Mixy's body. Overcome with sympathy, it released a jar of fireflies from its bag, unscrew the lid, and let the flying lights go. "May she and...her memory be remembered... forever." Tears like waterfalls cascaded from its face, and a gusty breeze brought the hood down. It was revealed to be a young mousemaid with short hair and fur of chestnut brown. Her hazel eyes shone like a pool's reflection with tears overflowing from them.
As she knelt down near the still body of the hare, an ethereal voice swayed along with the breeze. "Marachiel..."

[LT Sandpaw]

OOC: Wait hold on Dotti 101 RPing edict make sure you read though the past posts carefully. Mixy is aboard the pirate ship still surrounded by pirates. Although it was a very good post it wouldn't work because she would be surrounded by pirates who needs slaves. Unless that's the goal.

BIC:

There was a moment of silence from Saltooth, and he lay still enjoying the rest from his body's punishment. It was over, all over, he was free. Slowly the steersrat staggered to his footpaws shaking his head to clear it. For the first time since taking the sword of Martin, Saltooth felt good. The rat picked up the fallen sword thrusting the magnificent blade into his belt. Bracklew's dagger also caught his eye, and it joined the curved one in his belt.

Attentive to Rapshade's orders Saltooth bent down seeing the slight rise, and fall of Bracklew's chest. "E still 'as breath in 'Im Jetty, though 'Es out O' it. I gave 'Im a good blow n' a half, that laid 'Im out matey." Bending down Saltooth grabbed Bracklew by the scruff of his neck lifting the squirrel. The squirrel's face had been battered, his muzzle was bent, and blood splattered his face, and tunic front.

"'Ere I'll 'elp ye carry 'Im down to th' slave deck. N' chain 'Im up good this time."


OOC:

She's DEAD!

I don't think anyone saw that coming. But what about poor Bracklew, he's going to blame himself, plus he's going to have a very strong desire to slay Rapshade. LOL, oh its horrible, but so amazing. Good job Ashleg.

[Vilu Daskar]

OOC: Having so troble posting, I'll post later.

[Ashleg]

OOC-
*pats myself on the back*
Hehehe...What if I told you I hoped he would get a strong desire to kill Rapshade? 
Success!
Ah, aren't surprises wonderful? There will be more towards the
IC-
"We'll take all the survivors as slaves, rob the place, and head back t' sea, Jetfur. I want to live in Salamandastron, not Redwall--but why not get rich while we're here?" Rapshade smirked and watched Jetfur and Saltooth go away with Bracklew.
Once they were gone, he called a few weasels to him and they cleaned up the mess and tossed Mixy into the sea.

"'K-k-kin' we go now, Cap'n?" A weasel stammered.

Rapshade nodded, and they scampered off.
The ferret's amber eyes glinted dangerously.
"Except for you in the back, get yer useless tail over here."
The weasel returned, looking mortified as the Captain grabbed him by the shirt collar.
"Don't think of running off," the ferret snarled.
"Go fetch Vadoma at once, weasel, I'm hurt."

[Hickory]

OOC: Some PPing here.

BIC: When out of earshot of Rapshade, Jetfur shoved Saltooth away. "Tell me you didn't have any part in that incident during the night?"

[LT Sandpaw]

The steersrat stumbled back in surprise releasing his burden, and letting the unconscious Bracklew tumble to the floor. "I was thinking we discussed that already Jetty, n' even if'n I did wot ye gonna do? Tell Rapshade? Gah." Saltooth rolled his eyes bending down to pick up his burden again.

"Even if'n ye did th' Cap'n gone out O' it. 'E might kill ye jus' for mentioning mutiny. 'Sides I took no part, jus' ask Frogeye."

[Groddil]

OOC: Are Rayne and Log-a-log done with One-Ear yet or are they still in the Infirmary?