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

[LT Sandpaw]

OOC:

OOC:

@Groddil  Sage has already done something with Asher. 

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

What more do you want from us?

@Sagetip He demands more!

[Groddil]

OOC: Maybe have them finish the stew and start feeling really weak? Then Whatshisface can ramble on a bit until somebeast finally manages to kill the old crazy.

[Hickory]

OOC: I was gonna have you sort of help out...

[Groddil]

OOC: I was gonna have you sort of help out...

Eh?

[Hickory]

OOC: Sort of put in your own descriptions, PP a bit.

[Groddil]

OOC: Ah, okay.

@LT Sandpaw: You okay with that?

[LT Sandpaw]

OOC: Yeah

[Groddil]

The three squirrels found themselves getting... weaker. Not just queasy anymore, but physically weak. Jergle's laugh echoed through the dwelling, amplified by their sore heads.
"Oh no, boy. I couldn't give you the hotroot. Not when the watercress had nightshade in it! Heeheehee! Not enough to kill, I need you... healthy. No sense poisoning the meat! Heeheehee! What's that? The otterwife? Why? You looking for her son? You looking for Stu?"
Asher nodded weakly.
"Well, I've got bad news... YOU ATE HIM! STU'S IN THE STEW! HEEHEEHEEHEE!"
He grabbed the cleaver from next to his cooking pot.
"Now, then. You two, the boy and the tough one. You can live. Need to make you better. Not enough meat on the boy, wouldn't make a proper meal. And you, you look too stringy. Too chewy. Have to fatten you up a bit. But you..."

OOC: Can I cut a body part off Harnam? Bracklew's already lost a paw. :p

[Hickory]

OOC:



NO. YOU CANNOT

BIC: Asher's brain was shocked awake by the mouse's words, but his body remained sluggish. He tried to reach for the cleaver and knock if out of Jergle's hand, but found he did  it have the speed required. Hopefully Bracklew could do something....

[Groddil]

OOC:

BIC:

The mouse slammed the cleaver into the table right next to Harnam.
"No... Won't cut you yet..."
He started to drag the squirrel's seat towards the fire.
"I have a better idea..."
He dragged the cooking pot away from the fire and grabbed a spit from a nearby wall.
"It'd take too long to chop you."
He took a rope from nearby and started to tie the squirrel to the spit.
"Besides, I haven't had a roast in a long time..."
He whirled back to the other two squirrels.
"Oopsie, can't leave that near you."
The mouse picked up the cleaver and tossed it across the room, where it embedded itself in the bench he had been cutting vegetables on.
"Perfect throw! Now then, once I've tied this one onto the cookin' fire, I'll show ye to yer rooms. Dinner'll be served as soon as 'ee's finished. Hee hee hee!"

[LT Sandpaw]

OOC: Heh, Stu in the Stew, Its just a little messed up. But the real question is what are they going to tell that poor Otterwife?

"Oh yeah, we found your son, and um, we kinda ate him too..."

IC:

"Aye, but I wont like it." Fastooth growled to Fardan, before spinning around so that he was facing Alfhild. "I'll go wit' ye chief. Th' crews are almost ready, we'll be prepared ter attack soon. Should we attack tonight, or 'old off till early morn?"

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

Disgust and revulsion rushed through Bracklew's sluggish body, he heaved involuntarily as his brain tried to process what he'd just heard. He struggled to wrap his claws around his swordhilt, all the while fighting just to keep his eyes open. Harnam, no Harnam, he'd be killed. Bracklew had to get the mouse talking, maybe to distract him just enough to keep him from killing the squirrel.
"Why...?" He asked, his eyes and paws felt like lead weights, but nevertheless he managed to stand. "You're a mouse, a woodlander? Why would you do this to an ott-" For the first time Bracklew's head cleared some and he finally understood what he had just done. The young squirrel choked, and spewed out the stew, gagging in horror.
Bracklew began hyperventilating, and the fresh rush of oxygen helped bring new energy to his fuzzy eyes, even as he sank to his knees.

OOC:

Alright so I was thinking now that Bracklew cleared his system somewhat he would run, and maybe climb a tree, and Jergle would give chase. Asher and Harnam would have time to recover some so that when Jergle gives up the chase and returns they'll be able to fight him?
It would also give us ample opportunity for Bracklew to get separated, and for him to do what me n' Grodds discussed.

Is everyone cool with that?

[Hickory]

OOCÑ Excellent

[Ashleg]

"Early morning comes and we'll be rested, but so will they." Alfhild bared her teeth, nodding only slightly to show her acceptance of Fastooth coming along.
As she made her way over to where the battering ram team was, she spotted Rapshade dealing out orders--or complaints, more so.

He was standing over a rat, amber eyes flitting round anxiously.
"Looks good enough t' me!"

"B-but Sir..."

"Shut up! I said it looks good so that means it's good."

Alfhild cleared her throat and he looked up.
"Are you done?" She snapped. "We want to attack tonight, not next year."

--

Back at Redwall, a couple shrews were making their way towards the gates.
The tallest of them spoke up, "Hello...! Anybeast in there? W-we come from the Guosim....or what's left of it."

[Groddil]

OOC: Sounds good.

BIC:

Not even looking away from Harnam, Jergle spat roughly onto the fire.
"Wow, how surprising. We've got a racist one, everybody. Somebeast who thinks all woodlanders are white shinin' pillars o' morality an' all vermin should be sent back to 'Ellgates where they belong. I'll 'ave ya know that I've met several courteous vermin and quite a lot o' extremely rude, violent woodlanders. Ate them too, they're still food. Besides, a fella's gotta eat, yknow? Can't live off roots an' berries for yer 'ole life. Fella's gotta eat..."

*****

From the walltop, a Vigil guard peered down at the shrews.
"What's... left of it? I'll let you in, proceed to the walled-off area of the lawn at once. Miss Charm needs to hear about this."
He vanished from sight, and several moments later, stood next to the open gate.
"Hurry, there's vermin nearby."

[Ashleg]

The shrews hustled inside, the tallest nodding his thanks.

"Vermin? Not again, surely?" One of them whispered.

"The horde's everywhere, Missie." Said the leader in exhaustion. He turned back to the Vigil guard.
"I'd be happy to talk to Charm...."

--

Rapshade sneered. "Aye, Auntie, they're ready. Next year can wait."

"Good." Alfhild said, waving him off.
"Round them and go, won't you?"