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

Started by Ashleg, February 18, 2016, 09:53:08 PM

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Ashleg

OOC-
WELL SAWWWY!
IC-
Alfhild nodded once.
"Yeah. Sounds good. Let's go."

--

Duncan yawned and sat back, setting his dish down on the side of the bed.
"I sure hope nothin' goes wrong with their plans."

Hickory

Fardan followed Alfhild inside the tent. "Now that we have some privacy... Are we really going to use that weasel to get inside the Abbey? I'd have to agree with the others, it's a bit risky."

OOC: yes, this may be at odds with Fardan's previous statements, but I don't care.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Groddil

Quote from: Sagetip on August 13, 2016, 02:40:47 AM
Fardan followed Alfhild inside the tent. "Now that we have some privacy... Are we really going to use that weasel to get inside the Abbey? I'd have to agree with the others, it's a bit risky."

OOC: yes, this may be at odds with Fardan's previous statements, but I don't care.

OOC: Noooooo. Can you please edit that so Fardan doesn't go inside?

Hickory

OOC: Isn't that EXACTLY what we're supposed to be doing? It's not like Daxian is terrible at hiding.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Groddil

OOC: Alfhild's the only one supposed to go in. If Fardan goes in too, at least one of the leaders can escape and alert the horde. That can't happen.

LT Sandpaw


OOC: The suggestion was for them to go in and talk about Horde things so Daxian could get captured or killed by them! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.

IC:

Remembering something important Fastooth reached forward and grabbed Fardan's arm just before he entered the tent. "I jus' remembered chief, I asked fer th' soothsayer to make us up a load o' poisons we could use on th' Abbey. Course th' vixen don' listen ter me an' she might not be doin' it. Mayhap we should go n' check, an' ye c'n actually convince 'er to get on wit' it."

OOC:

....?


"Sometimes its not about winning, but how you lose." - John Gwynne

"Facts don't care about your feelings." -Ben Shapiro

Hickory

Quote from: Groddil on August 13, 2016, 01:40:20 PM
OOC: Alfhild's the only one supposed to go in. If Fardan goes in too, at least one of the leaders can escape and alert the horde. That can't happen.
OOC: Yes but he's going to get captured by Asher and the others anyway...
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Groddil

Quote from: Sagetip on August 13, 2016, 04:42:01 PMOOC: Yes but he's going to get captured by Asher and the others anyway...

OOC: Nope. They'll be bringing Daxian back in a bag. :P

Hickory

OOC: Oh, heh, heheh, halehehahahahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

BIC: Fardan turns to face Fastooth. "Fine. Let's get this over with..:"

He guestured for Fastooth to lead the way.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Ashleg

OOC-
So, that was awkward.
What should Alfhild do, reply to Fardan, or..?

Groddil


Ashleg

Alfhild headed inside her tent and dug around in a bag laying around on her bed for a scrap of parchment to write the plan on to give to Roscoe.

OOC-
It corrected Alfhild to "Alcohols"...bloody auto correct.

Groddil

Quote from: Ashleg on August 15, 2016, 03:17:56 AM
Alfhild headed inside her tent and dug around in a bag laying around on her bed for a scrap of parchment to write the plan on to give to Roscoe.

OOC: ;)

BIC:

As soon as Alfhild walked inside, she was greeted with the sight of Daxian Claw, former strategist to her horde, sitted at the little table, two goblets sitting in front of him. Under the table was a crossbow, pointed directly at her gut.
"Hello, 'boss.' Why don't you take a seat? No, don't call out. You say a word too loudly, and I'll shoot you right now. Sit here, we're going to play a little game..."

OOC: Found a good picture of Daxian:


Ashleg

Alfhild smirked and pulled up a chair, not the slightest bit of emotion flickering in her eyes.
"Really? A game? I love games. I'd have no reason to call out."

OOC-
Alfhild:
"I'm never getting that out of my mind!"

Groddil

Daxian motioned to the flagon of wine, and the two tankards.
"Simple, really. Within that flagon is a capsule of poison. Eventually, it will burst open. We are both going to take turns filling our goblets, and drinking. Before long, somebeast will drink the poison. And that creature will die. No antidote, of course. Just you, me, and the wine."
The stoat poured himself a goblet of wine and swigged it down in one gulp. He slid the flagon across to Alfhild.
"Drink."