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

[Ashleg]

Grant lowered his gaze.
"Skipper...Creekpaw and Brandon were slain by the pirates." He murmured, shaking his head.
"I'm sorry you had to find out like this."

--

"Yes, I thought you'd come back t' haunt me because of what I...Wait, I..." Rapshade yelped and ran inside, coughing madly. He hadn't been able to have the medicine last night since he assumed Mixy and Bracklew had done something to it. The ferret did his best to hide the blood on his sleeve as he reopened the door, looking disheveled.
Fang looked concerned.
The rat offered to help the captain when he started acting like he was about to fall.
Rapshade for once didn't resist him.
"You what, Cap'n? Are you alright?" Fang gritted his teeth.
"I'm not sick," Rapshade rasped, using both the wall and Fangfang to help him stand.
"And you need t'...Forget what I was going to say. It's not yer business, Fang..."

[Groddil]

OOC: Just figured out why Muddle wasn't eating. Wow.

OOC:
@Vilu Muddle's descent into insanity has pretty much peaked.
@Sandpaw If Rayne has another look, she'll see that Muddle is sitting in the Great Hall pretending to eat.

BIC: One-Ear's eyes were ablaze with a mixture of angry, courage, and pride. He  pointed at the wound in his stomach.
"You'd be surprised, I managed to get two of 'em afore they got me, and the only reason they did is 'cause one of 'em wasn't quite dead."

[Ashleg]

OOC-
Yeeey, it survived! ^w^
Time for a party.

[Groddil]

OOC: Looks like pretty much everything is still intact. I'm glad that story of mine wasn't lost, because I can't even remember the first ten or so chapters.
Once Sandpaw, Sagetip, and the rest find out about the forum, we should keep going.
Oh, and merry Christmas (it's morning on the 25th in Australia.)

BIC: Muddle cackled maniacally at the newcomers. Probably just more disbelievers who would die writhing in pain to his poisons. He cursed that damn fox for distracting the hare from his meal. If only the hare ignored him, the glutton would be the first to go. And to top it all off, if the fox hadn't left the Infirmary, his mother wouldn't be busy fussing over him, and she too would die!

One-Ear whispered to Skipper, careful not to be overheard
"Mixture and Bracklew went with me to assassinate the leader of the Pirates. They still aren't back, and the ship isn't far from here. I think they must have been captured, so I'm heading out to look for th, and I think Duncan is too. We could your help."

[LT Sandpaw]

OOC: Oh hey Merry Christmas Groddil, And Ashleg's RP survived yeeeeees! Lets finish this wooooo!

BIC:

A look of horror crossed Skipper's face as the barrage of information hit him. The aging otter released One-ear his mouth falling open. "Brandon, Creekpaw, dead. Little Bracklew and Mix out fighting pirates!" He shook his head shock ripping though his stomach. He was about to speak when Muddle's cackling interrupted him. Turning towards him the otter jumped in surprise. "Wot happened to Muddle?" He asked staring at the hedgehog's torn face.

Rayne jerked her gaze around following Skipper's eyes spotting her elusive patient. She made her way towards him winding around the tables.

[Groddil]

OOC: Welcome back, Sandpaw.

BIC: Muddle cackled again.
"Don't matter wot 'apenned t'me. Sit down, have some breakfast. It's good, mmm!"
The scone dropped to the floor as he saw Rayne making her way towards him.
"Stay back! Heathen! Charlatan! UNBELIEVER!"
The hedgehog leapt from his seat and darted up the stairs.
When he had gone, Mortembell nodded at Rayne.
"He got an axe to the face by my husband's murderer. Trouble is,
He thinks he's developed some kind of second sight, and it's driving him crazy. That one's a handful, eh Rayne?"

[Ashleg]

OOC-
Hi Sandpaw! Yeah, Merry Christtmas! Wooohooo!
IC-
"Cap'n, stop that! How is something you keep bringin' up when I'm around not my business? It seems like I should know t' me!" Fang snapped, for once glaring at the ferret.
Although it was more of a hurt glare than an angry one, that was it for Rapshade and he shoved the rat out of the room and slammed the door behind him.

--

Grant nodded warily when Skipper recalled the events that were told to him.
For his first time as an Abbot, he did not know what to do.
This was almost unimaginable to him--pirates, in Mossflower! Who knew?

[Hickory]

OOC: What. Is going. On.

[Ashleg]

OOC-
Just reread the stuff from page 41-on. XD
IC-
Grant nodded when Mortembell explained what was going on with Muddle.
"I think he just needs to lie down and rest rather than worry himself further with made up prophecies and the like." The mouse remarked.
"It wouldn't hurt if you'd stop yelling, Muddle."

[Groddil]

Muddle ignored Grant and continued to evade Rayne, throwing cutlery and foodstuffs to slow down the pursuing squirrel. All the while, he continued to shout and rave. The mad hedgehog snatched a large knife used to cut cakes and brandished it. If he had had eyes, there would have been a dangerous glint in them, as it was he slashed the air in front of him.
"Come on, then. Anyone want to try your luck? None of you bothered eating the poison, so why don't I just end you all myself? Huh? WHY SHOULDN'T I BURN THIS PLACE OF UNBELIEVERS TO THE GROUND? ASHES TO ASHES, DUST TO D-Oof!"
Mortembell had crept up behind the prophet of the end times brandishing a huge frying pan, and she brought it down upon his head with an almighty crash. Licking a wound to her paw, the vixen retrieved the cake knife from Muddle's still twitching paw and replaced it upon the table. She turned to Rayne.
"He'll live. Let's get him back to the Infirmary and chain him to the bed this time."

[Ashleg]

Grant dropped the scone he was holding.
"Poison?" Duncan gasped, narrowing his eyes.
"I knew somethin' was off about the scoff! Yes, chain him up alright---" The hare was interrupted by Grant clearing his throat.
"This is Redwall Abbey. Wether we like it or not, Muddle is a friend. The only reason he is acting like this is because of his head injury, which is something he could not help. It isn't right to punish Muddle for something that happened out of his control. If he had, say, been one of those pirates which Mixy and Bracklew are allegedly fighting right now, I would beg to differ."

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Fangfang stared after Rapshade for some time before deciding to see how the squirrel Dibbun was doing. Am I a traitor now, since I care about the squirrel?...He was nice to me while I was in Redwall. Of course I don't want him gettin' beat up down there.
He started away from the room and went over to the door that led down to where the oarslaves were kept.
"Jetty?"

[Hickory]

OLC: Are Grant and the others in the infirmary or great hall?

[Ashleg]

OOC-
They're in the Great Hall.
And Fang needs Jetfur.

[Hickory]

OOC: Last time I checked Fang was talkng to Rapshade....

[Ashleg]

OOC-
Are you even reading our posts? XD