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

[Ashleg]

Roscoe grinned innocently as they passed Asher and then turned back to Celio, winking smartly.
"Ohh, you're right! Thanks fer tellin' me. I doubt the horde stands a chance against you, what with the extra supplies near the orchard an' pond! Is it vittles or weapons? 'Cause let me tell ya, from what I've seen of the horde, weapons there aren't any worse than yours..."

--

Rapshade yawned and stepped outside, donning the purple necklace as a slight challenge to Grah. He didn't plan on giving it to her anytime soon.
Chuckling under his breath, the ferret marched forward and tapped a weasel on the shoulder, grinning wisely.
"Oh hey there, Grenlik, you friend stabber you, I've decided to go pay a visit on the Vigil and I need somebeast to come with me. Somebeast...strong."
Complete and utter lies.
"How 'bout it? Mayhaps if we catch a prisoner Alfhild'll be impressed. Heheh..."

[Groddil]

OOC: Grenlik's a weasel.

BIC: The weasel spat with contempt,
"'Ow foolish are Ye? In case Ye forgot, I'm Chief Scout around here, so I know what the Vigil's up to. They're holed up underground somewhere, and when we went to investigate, the cave they disappeared into 'ad no other ways out. 'Sides, I already 'as orders from Alfhild, an' I listen to 'we, not you. Find somebeast else."

[Ashleg]

OOC-
Oh yeah Mr.Krabs!
IC-
"What orders? I'd bet she only gives you orders t' keep you off her tail. Not to mention how laughable 'Chief Scout' sounds." Rapshade shrugged and stepped around Grenlik, smirking at him.
He had Glaser's sword tucked in his waistsash.
"It don't sound like you put much effort into that investigation."
OOC-
PSST
CELIO

[Groddil]

OOC: What's Rapshade smoking? :p All the ways into Moledeep, apart from the three that have the cave-in "doors" on them got collapsed by Drubble and co.

BIC:

"An' I think she's only let Ye live because it'll be funny Ta see th' look on yer face when she cuts yer throat, jus' after Ye started trust in' 'er."
He noticed a skinny pine marten walking up to them.
"Actually, we got orders Ta go an' meet this weird tribe o' stoats an' convince 'em Ta aid the 'orde. 'Parently, livin' in trees fer so long means we might be able Ta 'ave 'em climb o'er th' Abbey Walls."

[Ashleg]

OOC-
Rapshade has no prior knowledge of this except for what Grenlik just said and he doesn't believe that the Vigil would get stuck underground without it being part of a plan.
He's not smoking anything...
IC-
"I'm never putting trust in her. Not even a smidge." Rapshade whirled round and started off towards Alfhild's tent.

[Groddil]

"Shame if she were to find that out, huh? You can go check out all of their old campsites, but until you turn into a mole with steel claws an' eyes that shoot fire, good luck gettin' inta their base!"

*****

Celio shrugged.
"We've got more swords an' suchlike that aren't covered in rust, fer one. I doubt anybeast in that horde who ain't some sort I' officer 'as any good weapons. Rats don't tend Ta make good blacksmiths or anythin', so 'ordes normally take their blades off whoever they slay, an' the ones with the good weapons tend to not die as easily."
The mouse stopped in front of a tunnel, with another cave-in "door" blocking their way. A tired-looking vole sat next to the exit with charcoal and a scroll.
"Name?"
"Celio."
"Purpose of Abbey visit?"
"Delivery, and wall guard duty."
"Go on through."
The tunnel soon opened up, allowing them to proceed.

[Ashleg]

Rapshade peered into the Chieftess's tent. "Alfhild."

The old ferret turned around.
"What do you want?"

"You're wounded, Aunt?"

--

Roscoe grinned.
"You trust me, don't you, Celio?"

[Groddil]

Celio shrugged.
"Well, Ye seem nice enough. I don't really mistrust Ye, but there's the chance that yer being followed, an' it's whoever might be followin' Ye that I don't trust."

[LT Sandpaw]

Petu looked up curiously as Rayne and Fang entered the infirmary. The rabbit stood up, winced, then proceeded across the room to gawk at Fangfang.
"They said you was dead Fang ol' pal. What happened out there? Did you get wounded too?"

The mouse healer waved him off as she made a bed for the injured rat, making sure to remove Vadoma's applied bandage, silently surprised by the neat paw-work. "Leave him alone Petu, and bring some of that meal over here for him. I think he's in shock, poor fellow hasn't said a word. Get something sugary for him too, cordial perhaps, he's lost a lot of blood." As she looked over the wound though her original assessment of his condition changed. Fang's throat had a jagged open scar stretched across it. His windpipe had protected the vital arteries from being cut, but at what cost to his voice?

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

The big crow screeched in fury, her talons digging into the dirt. One dangerously sharp talon flicked towards Vadoma, but Grah stopped herself before tearing out the fox's heart. Alfhild who provided had made it clear that such actions weren't allowed, though Grah was slowly losing control of herself as the vicious bloodlust and anger bubbled to the surface. "Where?" She squawked pushing further into the tent, filling the limited space with her voracious wingspan. "Creeaah! Where rat?"


~*~*~*~*~*~

Standing by the pond with Gillpaw, Bracklew watched as the icy water flowed, creating tiny ripples on the surface. It wasn't cold enough to freeze over, though it was certainly getting close. Turning he looked on as a group of Vigil soldiers ascended from their underground base, probably to take up guard duty on the wall.

"Have you been down there?" He asked Gillpaw, "Do you suppose they would mind if we went down and had a look?"

[Hickory]

"Dunno," said the otter, scratching her head. "S'pose they wouldn't mind, they've been happy enough with the shrews and ottercrew working with 'em on missions."

[LT Sandpaw]

"True," Bracklew huffed his eyebrows rising slightly. "But I did kinda fight with one of their members not too long ago." He considered the tunnel entrance for a bit longer, then with a smirk he started towards it. "Well what are they going to do if we go down? Tell us to leave? I want to go see what they've built down there, wanna come with?"

[Hickory]

Gillpaw opened her mouth to protest, but shut it quickly. He wasn't going outside the Abbey, technically. And as long as she went with him...

"Sure," she said. "Let's go!"

[Groddil]

Grenlik and the scouts were on their way to the Pine Grove where the strange tribe of stoats lived. Before long, they came to a large stream, with no ways to cross for as far as the eye could see. Before long, the weasel's ears picked up... whistling? A large raft trundled lightly down the stream, stopping in front of them. Grenlik leant on his spear as he sized up the watervole, standing outside the cabin.
"Hey, you. Can we travel with ye?"
Filargo looked up, grinning.
"Sure, mates. Everybeast's welcome on Filargo's raft. Assuming ye have payment, that is!"
Grenlik stared at the rat in his team. The rat held a strange scimitar, with engravings and silver trim down the blade. He had tried his best to disguise it with mud and scratches, but seemed to have forgotten that Grenlik was Chief Scout for a reason.
"Give him the sword."
"Why? It's jus' a plain ol' sword, 'twon't be enough!"
"Give it to him."
The rat whispered in Grenlik's ear.
"Why can't we jus' kill 'im?"
"Cause we don't know how to sail, fool. An' cause I've 'eard o' him. 'Ee's dangerous."
The weasel quickly lashed out at the rat's paw, causing him to drop the sword. He tossed it to Filargo, who cleaned it off in the stream.
"Ooh, very nice, very nice. Welcome aboard. No fightin', can't abide fightin' aboard th' raft."

[LT Sandpaw]

 Hopping over the log barrier Bracklew stepped onto the lift the Vigil had rigged up, tapping experimentally with his footpaw. It was a sturdy structure, well built for the task of hauling creatures in and out of the pit. Taking ahold of the winch that controlled the pulley system he struggled for a moment, using his bandaged arm, and good paw to little avail. Cursing under his breath he stepped back, looking guiltily at Gillpaw.

"Erm, you might need to do that, I can't work it with one paw."

OOC: Edited.

[Groddil]

OOC: Just suppose I should make it a little clearer. The actual lift is on the Abbey Lawn, on the side of a large pit. There's a big fence around the pit, and the lift goes into it. Kinda like a sinkhole. The tunnel to Moledeep is in the bottom of the sinkhole.

BIC: One of the Vigil soldiers, who had let the group of Redwallers into the walled-off area of the lawn, approached the lift.
"Good luck makin' it work on yer own, mates. Ye can't make 'er move if yer on the lift. I'll send ye down."
He took ahold of the windlass that controlled the pulleys and started to push. Eventually, the Redwallers were at the bottom of the Sinkhole. Once they had left the lift, Celio, who had led Roscoe through the tunnel, stepped on.
"Gday. Moledeep tunnel's that way... Roscoe, hop on the lift."