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

[LT Sandpaw]

OOC:  Yes I did, but tis fixed.

[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."

[LT Sandpaw]

OOC: I'm 'a going to wait for Sage to post before I do anything with Brack

IC:

"She didn't attack him though," Rayne pointed. "Though if its truly a problem I remember a little bit of paw language. I could try to teach him the essentials. Maybe Duncan knows some, it was originated by the Long Patrol to help them communicate silently, just a suggestion." The mouse picked up a broom and began sweeping the infirmary floor stating her thoughts out loud as she did. "Fang isn't exactly a youthful rat, nor exceptionally bright, and he wont be quick to learn reading, much less writing even if somebeast had the time to teach him."

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"Show what?" Vaskor asked in his heavy accent, he could smell wood smoke on the wind, they must be getting close to the shrew encampment. Drawing an arrow and laying it on the string, the ermine made a low, soft whistle to alert Alfhild. Most other vermin didn't possess as sensitive of a nose, and they might not have noticed the scent yet. "I find," Vaskor murmured to Rapshade. "That show dangerous, better to not show. No?"

[Ashleg]

OOC-
She did attack him, in fact she beat him up so good tried to run away. XD
IC-
"I know." Grant said, glancing over at where the rat snoozed.
"Maybe we could have Rapshade--nevermind. I doubt that ferret has a speck of good in him if he really teamed up with his Aunt as they say."

--

Rapshade scoffed and kicked a cloud of snow at the ermine.
"Dangerous, my tail! Th' only one it's dangerous for are those who doubt me."

[Groddil]

Mortembell, rubbing her eyes, ducked into the Infirmary.
"What's going on? Every dibbun in the whole place just started yellin' like there'll be no tomorrow."
Her eyes wandered to where Fang lay.
"What in Hellgates happened to Fang?"

[Ashleg]

"He got a throat wound from the 'horde' vermin." Grant answered clearly, making little effort to keep the disdain out of his voice.

[Groddil]

Mortembell shook her head.
"So, nobody listened to the horde claims, and as a result, this happens? Right, that's it. No more sitting around. I'm going to go find Aver."
The vixen walked out in disgust.

[Hickory]

OOC: I like how Groddil's characters don't give a bad stuff about brushing with death. Like, oh hey, I almost died. Shrug. Better go order someone around.

BIC:

Asher pulled Bracklew inside the cabin. Ignoring the vermin within, he looked out at Filargo. "Comin'?"

[Groddil]

OOC: I like how Groddil's characters don't give a [rat] about brushing with death. Like, oh hey, I almost died. Shrug. Better go order someone around. They've had tough lives. :p And plus, its been a long time since the "brush with death." That was at the very beginning of the RP, and she'd been hiding around in the Wetlands for about 75% of the story.

BIC:

Filargo let out a sigh of relief as he took his paddle back up.
"Thankee so much, glad somebeast 'as some sense. Okay, now don't open that door, alright?"
The watervole closed the door of the cabin with a swift kick. He returned to his position at the front of the raft, and continued poling along, striking his tune back up as he went. The shrieks somehow got even louder, as the raft thumped several times.
"Skreeeee! Badbeast Watermouse, killee stabus?"
Outside, on the deck, Filargo suddenly stopped whistling, his eyes widening as several Painted Ones jumped out of the trees onto his craft. He cackle inanely.
"Badbeast Watermouse eatmuch. Watermouse killee stabyou!"
A small tree rat spat on the deck, shaking his axe.
"Watermouse easydeath, Ikillee stabyou. Watermouse oldweak, watermouse diefast!"
Filargo swung the paddle, knocking the Painted One to the ground. He drew one of his knives and slit the Tree Rat's throat, pushing him off the raft with disgust.
"Stupidrat, washpaint nopaint deadkill. Watermouse eatmuch. Watermouse hungermuch."
Another Painted One tossed an apple at the vole.
"Watermouse eatrot, nokill Paintedme mestab!"
Filargo caught the rotten apple and tossed it over the side.
"Watermouse insultrude. Watermouse killee stabyou."
The watervole kicked the Painted One roughly, throwing him off the raft.
"Stupidrat, watermouse notlike paintedrats. Watermouse killee. Watermouse burnhome!"
The vole danced over to the nearby cauldron, pulling out a flaming stick.
"Nono! Watermouse noburn homedeath! Noburn homedeath!"
Filargo tossed the flaming stick into the trees, causing the Painted Ones to go berserk and rush back into the trees. It wouldn't burn anything, considering the snow, but the Painted Ones didn't know that.

*****

Inside the cabin, Grenlik and his scouts stood up, readying their weapons.
"'Ang on... Yer that treejumper from th' Vigil, ain't ya?"

[Hickory]

The squirrel smirked. "Sure I am. An' yore the vermin I saw in the battle. Not much different, still looking pretty stupid..."

[LT Sandpaw]

OOC:

Ashes should we launch the attack on the shrews? Seeing Grodds is busy right now. We could put the other storylines on hold until he gets back.

IC:

"That's an understatement." Bracklew commented pressing his back against the wall, menacing the vermin back with his sword. It was just perfect really, not only had they been forced into a small space with a few unknown vermin, it was horde vermin who Asher knew. Pressed shoulder to shoulder the squirrels waited tensely, Bracklew leaned over, whispering into Asher's ear. "Should we wait for them to attack, or do we attack first?"

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Blinking away the snow that got in his eyes, Vaskor laughed meaningfully. "I no doubt. But you have enemies in horde. They no show, you no know who are." The ermine flashed a toothy grin at Rapshade as he rounded a collection of trees. Meeting the ferret once again on the other side he shrugged his shoulders his very stance dripping with mystery. "So show bad, no good yes?"

[Hickory]

"Wait for it," replied the squirrel. "Just stay calm."

OOC: Yah I agree with Sand. We can advance the horde storyline without him.

[Ashleg]

"If I could tell any better I'd say you were one of them. But who am I to judge?" Rapshade winked knowingly and gave him a playful shove before disappearing into the crowd.

OOC-
Aye aye!

[LT Sandpaw]

OOC: Meaning you should post with the shrews.

IC:

"Aye, and anybeast who not with you is. Yes?" Vaskor answered smoothly to himself, watching as Rapshade move off through the vermin ranks. It was easier to watch him then it should have been, considering there was less then two score vermin present, but even then keeping focused on fighting and watching could prove to be tricky. The ermine stayed towards the back, his eyes never once leaving Rapshade's back, all the while waiting on Alfhild's orders.

[Ashleg]

OOC-
Pansies.
IC-
Alfhild crouched down behind a snow covered bush outside of the Guosim camp.
Blue eyes carefully watching for shrews, she padded foreword and motioned with her paw for the horde to follow.
"Outta my way, Auntie, that one over there, that's Chrysanthe." Rapshade said as he passed her, drawing Glaser's sword.
"The Log-a-Log. You know, their leader..."

"I know what a Log-a-Thing is!" Alfhild hissed, smacking him upside the head.

Silence ensued.

Having had enough, Alfhild drew her bow and waved at the horde, "Chaaaaarge!"

--

Log-a-Log Chrysanthe and the shrews had been having a fairly quiet winter up until now.
She jumped in suprise when vermin began storming the camp and raced towards the back.
"Harmony! Fetch my daggers! We're under attack!"

A younger shrew pelted up to her and handed her the weapons.
"How dumb of us to ever let our guard down. Chrysanthe, I'm blaming you--" she gasped and doubled over, an arrow protruding out of her back.

"Pretty little shrew she was," Alfhild called, disappearing as quickly as she'd shown herself.
"Pity she got in my way!"