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

[LT Sandpaw]

OOC: 

<O>

"Sweetie..." muttered Fardan. At least he had Fastooth...

Lol that's a keeper.

IC:

"Aye chief," Fastooth said stepping cautiously away from the aged ferret. "If'n ye would foller me." Leading Alfhild along the rat took her past the improvised battle lines to where the battering rams were being built. They had almost been finished complete with wheels, strong rope, and a covered roof to protect the attackers from slingstones and projectiles. The little contraptions looked almost like small houses with open ends so that the ram could swing freely. Scattered about were several rough ladders that would take ten beasts to carry each. They were made from tall pines where most of the branches had been shaved away leaving only enough to make paw holds.

"Fardan wanted us to attack th' likkle gates see," Fastooth explained as he pointed out everything they were building. "So we's got three likkle rams, one fer each wicker gate. An' we also built ladders n' such ter scale th' walls while them rams do their work. Th' plan is once we gets enough creatures through, we rush th' main gate n' let th' rest o' th' army pour in."

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"You could just ask, I don't mind a little bit of spice. A friend of mine is skipper of otters, you ought to see him go through hotroot." Bracklew said spooning in a mouthful of the stew. A strange look came over the squirrel's face as he chewed, swallowing down the large bite. His eyes popped wide for a moment as he let his tongue hang out salivating slightly. "Hot, agh, I burned my lips off!"
Bracklew let his mouth recover and then took another bite. This time making sure to blow the steam off before eating it. His eyes caught something strange, and the flavor seemed different. Bracklew had never tried anything quite like this before. The young squirrel wouldn't say it was his favorite stew and it even was starting to make him feel a little queasy, but he was hungry...

OOC:

OMG Groddil, I just realized what you did there. Its a little bit wrong, but still really clever.

[Ashleg]

Alfhild tweaked one of Fastooth's whiskers affectionately. "Great. Tell them to hurry up with it, too." She smirked and padded away.

[LT Sandpaw]

 OOC: Hey guys, Mm back. Thanks for waiting.

IC:

"Aye chief," Fastooth said, puffing up his chest and smoothing out his tweaked whisker. The rodent smirked obnoxiously saluting the retreating ferret's back. "I'll get em workin' double time, we'll be ready ter take them fancy red walls 'afore noon termorrow. Me mates 'll give em a touch up eh. Repaint em red, wit woodlander blood."
A few nearby vermin gave low whoops as they sharpened their weapons, their wicked grins gleaming as they prepared for war. Fastooth gave a quick look around, before shuffling off back towards the hidden vermin lines that surrounded Redwall. He needed to find Vaskor, and report back to Fardan.

[Ashleg]

OOC-
Could you post the duel, @LT Sandpaw ?
IC-
Rapshade shoved and kicked his way through the crowd and up to Fardan, throwing a tasteless smirk the cat's way.
"What's all this waiting about? We seem ready enough."

[Hickory]

Fardan stared down his nose at the ferret. "Because I like to keep whiny, upstart ferrets in suspense. But, I suppose you have a point. You're more than welcome to take command of a party - the battering ram, ladders, the main group. Take your pick."

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Asher took a gulp of soup. It tasted a bit off, but he was used to Vigil rations and put it down to his lack of a distinct palette. "So you know the ottermum by the stream?" he said, ignoring the mouse's last comment. The squirrel was eager to get down to business.

[Ashleg]

"I'd bet you'd rather a whiny upstart ferret than an aging ferret that soon won't be so strong." Said Rapshade, grinning.
"I'll take the battering ram. Being in first never hurt anybeast."

[Groddil]

At the stoat camp, the Vigil Crossbowbeasts fired their weapons, sending lines of rope up into the canopy. One-Ear and the other soldiers with rope ascenders quickly scaled the lines, the Crossbowbeasts shot a few stoats that had started realizing what was going on. While the stoats were distracted, the squirrels started to climb the trees.

*****

Still crouching in the bushes, Grenlik growled.
"How are we supposed to recruit these bloody stoats if the fox and his band of goody-two-shoes goes and genocides 'em? Oi, Blobtail. Kill that mouse, 'ee's comin' over 'ere."
Blobnose, a ferret, nodded. He drew a rusted scimitar and pulled the mouse into the bushes just as he walked past. One thrust later, the Vigil soldier was no more.
"Righto, start movin' that way. We 'ave ta try an' deal with 'em."

@Sagetip - Wanna have Applelad join in? And do something with Asher?

[LT Sandpaw]

OOC:

@Groddil  Sage has already done something with Asher. 

Also I've got nothing much to do right now, so ya'll post please.

IC:

Finding Vaskor was a surprisingly easy task for Fastooth, the ermine always seemed to appear whenever he was needed, and whenever he was wanted. Stalking up to the white furred mustelid Fastooth stomped his footpaws to warm them, and warn Vaskor of his presence.
"Wot'cha got to report 'bout Rappy eh? Anythin' good?"

Vaskor slowly shook his head, he was busily crafting fresh arrows to replace the ones he spent in battle. Already a small stack of the deadly projectiles had been finished. Fletched with crow feathers, and tipped with shards of flint they waited, ready to been sent to seek somebeast out.
"No," Vaskor said at last as he finished whittling down a shaft. "Rapshade trust me." He reached for his small pile of feathers, slyly grinning as he did. "I tell you, soon. Yes?"

"Tha's th' most words I've e'er heard ye say in one sittin' cully." Fastooth jibed, nudging Vaskor's arrow stack with his footpaw. "Roight, get back ter me if'n e' tries anythin' suspicious. Hoy do ye even know where e' is now?"

Vaskor meticulously straightened his arrows before nodding once, probably intent on not breaking his new word count record.

"Hmph," Fastooth snorted shuffling away. "Well m' goin' ter report to Fardan, oh n' I'm 'Is right paw now, so keep that'n mind when I'm discussin' wit' ye. I got th' power ter do wot I want now see. An' makin' sure nobeast is bein' disloyal tis part o' that. Even Rapshade, ye 'ear. If'n e' tries anythin', I wanna know."

Vaskor looked up, blinked his red eyes and returned to his work. Obviously Fastooth was unaware of Rapshade's new position within the horde, a nasty surprise for sure once the power hungry rodent found out.

[Hickory]

"Fine," said Fardan. "You know where they are. Head over there, meet the crew. Now, I have more important matters to attend to."

The wildcat faced Fastooth. "Good, you're here. Rapshade is going to take care of the battering ram crew. You and I will handle the soldiers with the ladders, and Alfhild will work with the main force, whether she likes it or not. Understood?"

[Ashleg]

OOC-
Sorry, was in school.
IC-
Rapshade saluted with a smirk on his face and marched off in the direction Fardan had indicated.
"Everything's goin' right, I assume?" He asked when he got over there.
A weasel raised an eyebrow and Rapshade kicked him across the ground.
"I'm in charge now, so wipe those vacuous looks off your faces!"

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"Whether who likes what or not?" Alfhild chimed from behind them, lurking near a tree.
"Could have sworn I heard my name."

[Hickory]

"Oh nothing," replied Fardan, waving a paw. "You'll be commanding the main force, and your nephew will do the battering ram soldiers. I, of course, will be in charge of the ladders."

[LT Sandpaw]

"Shouldn' I be in charge o' th' rams chief?" Fastooth hissed irritably crossing his arms as Rapshade walked away. "Me n' me crews built th' bloody things." The rat's tail flicked across the snow, sending small flurries into the air. "Why's that runty ferret gettin' command eh? We ought ter send 'Im first up th' ladders, mayhap we'll get lucky n' a arrer 'll find 'Im."

[Hickory]

Fardan frowned. "Look, I hate the ferret as much as you, but his aunt isn't as easy to take care of as he is. Just roll with it, the time will come. I didn't make you my second in command for no reason at all, did I?"

[Ashleg]

Alfhild cleared her throat, looking amused as the two conversed.
"Yes... The main force is what I'm good at, Fardan. I'll go tell that runty ferret to hurry them up."
And off she went.
Runty? Where had that come from?
Rapshade was normal size, just skinny because he was sick and locked in the cellars for so long.
She liked it even though it was incorrect.

[Groddil]

OOC:

@Groddil  Sage has already done something with Asher. 

Do more. We're kind of at an impasse. :p