Redwall Isn't Safe Anymore! (Is Redwall as Safe as they Say it is? Part Two)

[Ashleg]

"'All of Redwall Abbey', my tail. What about the Abbot and the squirrel with the sword? You bloomin' hypocrite!" Needle yowled. "What did you do to me? I'll tell you, alright. You decided to mess with Seacloak, and he's in the right in every way! Don't you dare put that gag back on me!"

[Groddil]

"How is he in the right? He wants me dead because my father embarrassed him. He tried to steal our food and kill us for no reason, and then, when we was driven off, he refused to let us go 'unpunished.' If you think he's in the right when he constantly throws creatures to Sheba for the worst reasons, you're as psychotic as he is. And need I mention that it's not just vermin he does this to. He does it to woodlanders as well. So if you really think he's so benevolent, why don't you go talk to him. I'm sure he'll really appreciate your failure to kill me, how you started the riots which are currently BURNING THE WETLANDS TO THE GROUND, and to top it all off, got yourself captured. Think, Needle. How in Hellgates is he any better than I am? He's. A. Complete. Monster."
One-Ear nodded to the mouse, who stuffed the gag into Needle's mouth. Making sure the hare's bindings were secured, he saluted briefly to One-Ear and started to walk back to the main cavern.
"So, here's what'll happen. You'll come back with us. You'll be put on trial, and punished suitably. Either that, or we leave you here. If Seacloak doesn't have you executed, any surviving revolutionaries that manage to find you certainly will."
One-Ear turned his back on the hare and followed the mouse back to the main cavern.

*****

In Moledeep, the refurbishing had gone quite successfully. The moles had collapsed every entrance to the place except for three; the main entrance, the Redwall tunnel, and Asher's entrance. Even then, Drubble and several others had rigged up an elaborate contraption on the third exit. He, along with a few other moles, explained it to Charm.
"Burr, it be's simple, zurr marm. This boulder in 'ee ceilin' cavity be's unstable, so us'n's put some timbers beneath it, burr aye!"
"Yurr, an' if'n ye needs ta shut it, jus' pull this yurr timber..."
The mole kicked the large branch roughly, causing the boulder to shudder off it and thud to the ground.
"An then, zurr marm, when 'ee wants ta open 'ee up, jus' get 'ee stronges' beasts ta 'aul up on 'ee rope, hurr hurr, an' th' boulder'll be lifted roight back up onto 'ee timber, by this yurr likkle lift contraption!"
"Good work, molecrew. Do you think you could set up another one on the main entrance?"
Drubble tugged his snout respectfully.
"Give oi toime, an' us'n's'll have it all ready for yurr, marm."
As the moles trundled off, Charm beckoned Gukom to her.
"Gather all the troops not on guard, bring any supplies from the Abbey. Food, bedding, weapons..."
The hamster nodded briefly, then scurried off.

[LT Sandpaw]

Fastooth's ears perked up and the rat stepped out from behind Fardan. The self-confident sneer was back on his face. "Chief if I could make a surggestion." He said calculatingly laying out his plan on the go. "If'n th' woodlanders would let 'Im in, why don' we have 'Im open th' gates fer us, an' we could jus' walk inter th' Abbey uncontested. Why bother wit' poison when we got 'Im?"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It didn't take Bracklew long to find Grant. Crossing the Great Hall he soon spotted the mouse's brown habit near the far tables. Ambling over Bracklew raised his good paw trying to catch his attention. "Father Abbot, Grant!." He called as he rounded the last few tables.

[Groddil]

OOC: Durrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

[Hickory]

Fardan ignored Grenlik. "Fastooth has a point. If we had him sabotage them from the inside - it could work. The only issue is that Rapshade would have a hard time focusing in his old home."

[Groddil]

OOC: Durrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

[Ashleg]

OOC-
Alfhild was talking about Roscoe???
IC-
"Oh, what is it now?!" Grant snapped, catching himself only after it was too late.
He forced a smile and chuckled awkwardly, fiddling with the hem of his sleeve. "...Oh, it's you, Bracklew...Are you all right?"

[Groddil]

OOC: Durrrrrrrrrr. I thought she was talking about Rapshade. Durrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

[Hickory]

OOC: Durrrrrrrrrr. I thought she was talking about Rapshade. Durrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

OOC: Seconded. Whoops.

[Ashleg]

OOC-
Psha, YOU GUYS CAN STILL REPLY, THOUGH.

[LT Sandpaw]

"No," Bracklew stated truthfully halting in front of the Abbot. "But I'm better, a little. Anyway I wanted to thank you, I assume it was you who had this made right?" He ran a paw down the shoulder-belt strap ending with it resting on the sword's pommel.
"I know you trust me to protect this Abbey, and I'll do everything I can to do so. I just hope you made the right choice." Bracklew didn't say it, but he felt powerless in the face of this foe. He'd tried to defeat Alfhild before, and he had failed. Miserably. Somehow he didn't see a second fight, ending any differently.

[Ashleg]

Grant nodded slowly, forcing himself to calm down inside and look presentable on the outside.
"Just because you're the one that can call himself the Champion doesn't mean you have to do anything alone, okay, Bracklew?"

[Groddil]

OOC: Can we have a timeskip soon? Maybe so Alfhild goes into her tent, the Wetlands group starts their journey to meet up with the Guosim, Bracklew can go through some teen angst, the Vigil can set up properly in Moledeep, and the horde can do... whatever hordes do?

[Hickory]

OOC: Yes, cause Asher is literally camping in a tree right now...

[Ashleg]

OOC-
Yes.

You know what hordes do, Groddil! You're the deputy of my horde!!