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

[Ashleg]

Grant handed Maxy over to Rayne and then stood back.
"That Roscoe fellow apparently hit this poor guy. I'm sure he's fine, but could you just take a look anyway?"

[Hickory]

OOC: Sand: So you want me to have Asher interact with Bracklew? And how is he stunned?

[Groddil]

OOC: Sand: So you want me to have Asher interact with Bracklew? And how is he stunned?

OOC: Drag him into the cabin.

[Hickory]

OOC: Didn't answer my question, Grosand.

[Groddil]

OOC: Didn't answer my question, Grosand.

OOC: He was yelling like an idiot, so Filargo hit him with a paddle to shut him up before the Painted Ones heard.

[LT Sandpaw]

OOC:

Um sure, and Brack's conscious, just laying on the deck recovering from a hefty blow to the head. We probably ought to move this along, unless we want a battle with the painted ones. It might be interesting, especially if Grenlik's scouts have to join in so they can make it through.

IC:

Clicking her tongue in disapproval Rayne led Maxy over to a bed lifting the dibbun squirrel onto the folded white sheets. Giving him a candied acorn favored by squirrels she checked him over for any injuries. "Was he slapped in the face?" She inquired to Grant as she finished her inspection. "There is a little red mark under his fur, right on his cheek. But other then that Maxy is a perfectly fine, maybe slightly surprised young squirrel." That summarized Rayne took a close look at Grant, eyeing the Abbot suspiciously.
"Have you been sleeping okay Grant, your eyes seem a bit red..."

[Ashleg]

OOC-
Maybeeee Sand, you could post with your ermine character so I can move the horde out?
IC-
Grant watched Maxy happily sucking away on the acorn and nodded to Rayne.
"I believe he was. Vermin....huh?"
The mouse rubbed his eyes when the healer brought attention to it, muttering, "I'm just very...peeved as of late. I'm fine, Rayne. How's Fang doing?"

[LT Sandpaw]

OOC: I could do that.

IC:

His red eyes maliciously scanning over the vermin gathering around Alfhild, Vaskor hefted his bow twanging the string repeatedly. He made momentary eye contact with Rapshade but flicked his gaze away. Focusing instead on the ferret chieftain.
"I go." He murmured in his low voice, tilting his head towards Alfhild. The ermine was as sharp eyed as a hawk, and could hear like an owl making him an excellent spy. Due to his affinity to cold he wore far less clothing then the rest of the vermin, allowing him to utilize his pure white fur which blended into the background perfectly.
Out of his peripheral vision Vaskor watched Rapshade as he had been instructed.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"As well as can be expected," Rayne said ruffling Maxy's ears. "His throat was cut, but it was poorly done, luckily somebeast decided to bandage him up before he lost too much blood, unfortunately I don't see him ever speaking again..." The healer took a pawful of candied nuts out of a jar and offered some to Grant popping one into her mouth. "You look like you can use one Grant; anyway my professional opinion is that he will recover, though his mind has already been considerably affected. He seems much more sullen, but we can chalk that up to shock for now."

[Ashleg]

OOC-
Good go, Rayne, noice an' sanitary for the injured Dibbuns..:
IC-
"No doubt he's sullen," Grant remarked, taking a nut and squinting at it before dropping it back in the jar with not much of a second glance. "No thank you. As I was saying about Fang, I have my doubts about his literacy. Whether in shock or not, he has no way of communicating...I'd teach him, Rayne, but I'm all out of patience."

--

"That's all, then. Forward, march!"
Alfhild took up the lead, dragging a struggling Rapshade along after her by the wrist.

He pushed her paw away and dropped behind, wanting to get in a few words with the ermine.
"Hey, mate," the ferret whispered as he came up beside him, winking and slapping him on the back.
"I caught ya lookin' at me back there. Was it the glory of my necklace that caught your eye, mm?

[Groddil]

OOC: Another ermine, eh? Let's not forget the original white-furred freak, good ole Dregped the Drongo.

[Hickory]

OOC: Prezzers: Do I detect a subtle metaphor with that nut and grant?

BIC: Asher knelt down by Bracklew, inspecting the bump on his head. "Hmm, nothing serious. Get up."

[Groddil]

Filargo suddenly stopped whistling, hearing a strange noise coming out of the trees. His cheerful demeanour changed, and he started motioning towards the cabins
"We're cuttin' it too close 'ere, mate, 'urry up an' get outta sight."
The strange noises started to increase in volume and pitch.
"I mean it! Get inside, now!"

[LT Sandpaw]

 Shakily Bracklew stood up with Asher's assistance, his ears twitching as the sounds grew louder. "You hit me..." He accused Filargo, gingerly touching the back of his head. However much the young squirrel resented the vole at the moment, Filargo's warning, and the rising noise resounded in his ears. If the vole truly was trying to kill them all as Bracklew was beginning to suspect he certainly was going to die first. "We should turn the raft and beach it, maybe we'll have time." Bracklew suggested, drawing his sword.

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Well..." Rayne considered dropping the rest of the nuts back into the jar. "I'd say that sort of thing would be up to our gatekeeper and recorder, and since we've received the good news that Mortembell still lives that would be her task." The mouse healer turned and helped Maxy down from the bed. "Have you talked to her at all? I haven't seen that vixen for some time now."

~*~*~*~*~*~

"No," Vaskor replied, staring Rapshade down. He slapped away the ferret's paw before he could touch him again. "You let Alfhild treat you like ferretling?" He asked suddenly, keeping up a brisk pace. "Why you do?"

[Groddil]

Filargo shook with rage at the idignant squirrel, dropping his cool demeanor for the first time he could remember.
"Yer not lissenin', ye little fool. O' course I hit ye, ye won't shut up! Shut yer trap an' get inside, afore we get ta Painted One territory. If yer on the deck when we gets there, they won't be fooled no more. So GIT INSIDE, afore ye KILL US ALL!"

[Ashleg]

"Nor have I," said Grant, nodding at Max as the young squirrel scampered off.
"I do know that they're better now, but Fang and her didn't exactly hit it off when they first met. I wonder if she even has intentions of paying us another visit?"

"Let, more like put up with." Rapshade grumbled, stumbling every so often because of his bad leg.
"But I'll show her soon enough."