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

[Groddil]

Filargo suddenly stopped whistling. He lifted his paddle from the water and slowly turned to Bracklew.
"Ye'd best watch yer tongue, stranger. Yer me guests now, so behave. O' course there's vermin there, anybeast who pays up travels, I ain't no racist. In fact, yer boss would still be on 'is way back by foot if I 'adn't 'ave picked 'im up, an' 'ee's vermin, isn' 'ee? Now git in th' cabin, put aside yer differences, 'cause ye ain't stayin' on deck where everybeast cin see ya."
He struck his tune back up and continued to steer the raft.

[LT Sandpaw]

OOC:

@Ashleg  Is Alfy actually going to attack the Guosim with only fifteen hordebeasts?
BTW I'll make a shrew character here in a bit to RP with you.

IC:

"Aye chief?" Fastooth asked, he pattered up to the wildcat, a few horde creatures accompanying him. The rat walked alongside Fardan, his ears twitching periodically. "Wot c'n I do for ye chief?"

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Unsure how to respond Bracklew fumbled for a moment on his words, his tail flicking anxiously. "Are you sure that's wise?" He managed, keeping one paw on his sword hilt. "One-ear is one thing, but those blokes don't look nearly half as friendly. And we're currently fighting a horde, what if those are hordebeasts your shipping? Asher what should we do?"

[Hickory]

OOC: I also have Gruddil as a shrew character.

BIC: Fardan leaned in close. "Listen Fastooth, I don't like that ferret Rapshade. He's going with Alfhild to attack the shrews, find a beast loyal to me and send him with the group. Keep an eye on the ferret. Know what I mean?"

[Groddil]

"I've been doin' this since afore both o' Ye were born. Any vermin that makes trouble here shapes up quickly enough. An' as fer this 'orde, I ain't seen 'ode nor 'air of 'em, so 'Tis none of my business. If they give Ye trouble, I'll make sure they stops. Now get off the deck, there's painted ones in th' trees jus' round that bend. We 'as ya go through 'em."

[LT Sandpaw]

 
OOC: Grodds, feel free to give Brack a knock on the head if you want, and Sage feel free to put him in the cabin.

IC:

"Painted ones?" Bracklew questioned. "I've heard of those, little tree rats right? Why are we sailing towards them? I've always heard they're vicious?" Bracklew could smell his own fear, he tried to hide it, while stepping away from the cabin door. They were already too far away from the bank to jump ashore, and he'd freeze to death if he tried to swim. "You keep vermin on your boat, and you sail willingly into the painted ones? Vole your insane! Why are you trying to get us all killed?"

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"Oh aye, I know jus' th' stoat, chief." Fastooth said in a low tone. "Strong, silent type e' is. Loyal too. I'll send 'Im along on yer orders, 'ell keep both eyes on Rapshade. I use 'Im meself sometimes when there be traitorous whispers floatin' 'bout. Nobeast 'spects 'Im." Fastooth hurried off slipping through the tents. His voice shouted occasional order as he kicked vermin into action moving them out to march on Redwall. After selecting a few creatures to lead the tree felling teams Fastooth finally found his spy resting on the low branches of a tree.

He was a tall, lithe creature with dirty white fur, and harrowing red eyes. The ermine twirled a little stone dagger as Fastooth walked up, blinking once in recognition.
"Hoy, Vaskor cully? Busy eh?" The ermine shook his head, shrugging. "Oh aye, got a job for ye then." Fastooth said with a grin. "Jus' a bit o' watchin', keepin' an' eye on things ye ken?"

"Aye."

"Know Rapshade, Alfhild's nephew. Skinny, black fur?"

"Aye."

"Right, 'e's leavin' wit' Alfhild, goin' to hunt some shrews, ye'll go wit' 'em, do yer thing."
The ermine nodded slipping the dagger into its sheath and pulling on a quiver of arrows and a bow. Without another word he set off disappearing between the tents. Fastooth chuckled, continuing the preparations, for the attack on Redwall.

[Groddil]

Tired of Bracklew's endless whining, Filargo whirled around and dealt the squirrel a sound tap on the head with his paddle.
"'Cause the Painted Ones are scared o' me, an' me alone ye liddle brat. Yer goin' ta get yerself killed, an' take all o' us wid ya."
The vole turned to Asher.
"Take 'im inside an' tell 'im ta keep 'is bloody mouth shut."

[Ashleg]

OOC-
@Sandpaw
Knowing Alfhild, yes, but Rapshade initially said that so they'd be outnumbered and he could flee.
Also, @Groddil , cue Stumbly?
IC-
Rapshade rolled his eyes when the horde started to gather.
The fur of one in particular stuck out, and not in the way Fang's had... That's the only white ermine I've ever seen in my life! What a creepy fellow.

He whirled round when a voice cut through his thoughts.

"Aw, Chief, I'd do anything fer yew!"

Rapshade nearly laughed but ended up gagging on blood.
"...Stupid loyalists. Seems like t' ermine is the only one here compentent enough t' talk to."

"Everybeast ready to go?" Alfhild hopped down from her stone and inspected the ranks.
There were a bit more than fifteen--which made her feel better, for she thought Rapshade crazy.

--

"Err, er, nothin'!" Roscoe yelped as he continued trying to silence the bawling Dibbun.
"Yer alright, be quiet, shut up, c'mon now..." The weasel bit his lip.
Nothing was working.
In a bout of desperation, he lightly slapped Maxy across the face.
Then came a tense silence that lasted only for a moment.

Sobbing, Maxy burst out, "Roscoe 'it me!"

Grant came tearing down the hallway.

[Groddil]

Stumbly stirred from Max's crying, and looked at Roscoe. After deducing what was going on, she started "bawling."
"Waaaaaaaaah! Da bigbeast 'urted Maxy! Maxy, is ya gon die? Waaaaaaah!"
She kicked a pile of dibbuns.
"Oi, geddup. Start cryin'. Waaaaaaaaah! Maxy, don' die! Waaaaaaaah! Don' wan' Maxy ta die! Waaaaaaaaaah!"

[Ashleg]

At that, Roscoe dropped to his knees and began wailing piteously, "Don't believe 'em, H'Abbot Sir! I'd never kill a likkle 'un like that! Aaaargh, please don't kick me an' pull my tail out!"

Grant again wished that he wasn't Abbot and that he could just wave goodbye and skip away from this mess into a glowing sunset.
Rubbing his temples irritatedly, the mouse grunted, "If everybeast could be silent for one moment?"

[Groddil]

Stumbly ignored Grant, grabbing two stolen spoons from underneath a bed. She smashed them together, creating a terrible din.
*CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG*
"Waaaaaaaaah! Can't be shushed, Maxy gon die! WAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
*CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG*

[Ashleg]

"Rayne! Take Maxy up to the infirmary and make sure he's not gonna die, please!" Grant shouted, snagging the grovelling Roscoe by the wrist and leading him off.
He pushed the weasel outside and slammed the door as he tried to sneak back in, snapping, "And I'm sorry, but I will not deal with a vermin like you hitting our Dibbuns!"

After the Abbot was gone from sight, Roscoe muttered under his breath and furiously wiped snow off his nose.
"Fine. Be like that, see if I care!"

Gathering his cloak around him, he raced off in the direction of the horde.
Hopefully they hadn't moved...

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Inside, Maxy sniffled and wiped his eyes.
"Nono, Maxy not gonna die, Maxy jus' hurted..."

[Groddil]

*CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!*
"Maxy no! Don' let Maxy dwink poison potion fings! Wayne, please!"
*CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!*

[Ashleg]

Grant rushed back around the corner, yanking the spoons from Stumbly's paws in one giant sweep.
"That is it, Stumbly, go to your room!"

[Groddil]

Stumble nodded eagerly, Took a single step backwards, into her doorway, and then proceeded to stomp loudly, crying about Max the whole time.

[Ashleg]

"And be quiet!"