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

[Ashleg]

OOC-
Err...
Sorry.
She said help, and I thought...
Nevermind, it's fixed.

[Groddil]

Mortembell buried her head in her paws.
"No, I didn't. They're not magical, Duncan. I KNEW this would happen if you came along. If you're just going to cause trouble, leave."
She turned to the rat.
"Recognize this creature?"
"Nope."
"Think if he describes somebeast to you, you'll figure out who it is?"
"Yeah. Who's this yer talkin' about? Species, age, sex, whatever?"
Mortembell thought for a second.
"Fang, they were a weasel, right?"

[Ashleg]

Fang bobbed his head without much thought to it.
Duncan was sending bad vibes out towards him after Mortembell snapped.
I must've done something?

"Trouble? There you are pickin' a fight, though I did no flippin' thing!" The March hare yowled.

[Groddil]

Mortembell sighed. She was getting too old for this.
"What do you mean picking a fight? Look, your low-key racism is starting to annoy me, and it probably isn't going to make these two specialists want to help us that much. So either zip it, or leave. Okay, a weasel... Were they male or female? One nod for male, two for female."

[Ashleg]

Duncan wheeled around, throwing a stinging glare at the fox.
"I'm Long Patrol born an' raised, vermin killed my wife an' daughter, and now this is the second horde to flip-floppin' waltz over to my home and try to attack it! What else has to happen for you to realize I am right to have suspicions?"
He huffed, ear lying flat back.
"...I'm sorry, Mortembell, but your son's Vigil isn't much better. I saved Rapshade's life so I don't see why I shouldn't give these two a chance, but for them just to show up during the same time as the horde...it's just not a good feeling to get."
He didn't want to seem like a frogwalloper, but he also wondered if Mortembell only pulled the species card because she wanted him gone.
"Can't trust anybeast too easy even if they're supposedly on our side."

Fang felt his tail crink up at the mention of Rapshade.
What would happen to his friend, or, to all of them if he decided to attack again?
If Rapshade won, his Redwall friends would die. Swap it and the ferret would.
The small rat shrugged absently at the question, shifting distantly from side to side.
He didn't remember before so he certainly wouldn't now. All that mattered to him was that they slashed his throat, whomever they were...

[LT Sandpaw]

OOC: Are they starting the battle? Also should we wait for Sage? He said he wasn't going to be very active.

[Hickory]

OOC: I'll post when needed.

[LT Sandpaw]

All three rams were set, the horde was ready to spring their trap, and Fastooth was ready to spring his. The rat had separated from Rapshade temporarily, idly willing the minutes away as he sharpened his spear. Next to him, almost invisible in the snow, the ermine Vaskor strung his bow, listening intently as Fastooth rapped out a few, last minute orders.
"Make it look authentic, ye 'ear. Nobeast c'n know t'was ye, or that I 'ad any part in it." Fastooth glanced around, his eyes moving suspiciously across the nearby creatures to see if any of them were listening. "I'll be close by when ye do it, n' we'll finish th' battle fer 'Im, when e' goes down. Fair fortune mate, n' good luck wit' ye shot."

Vaskor nodded once and vanished into the trees, melding through the vermin ranks towards Redwall.

Waiting for a short while longer, Fastooth moved off joining Rapshade just as he called for him.

"Let's go, Fastooth!"

"Everybeast is ready," Fastooth said as he stood off to Rapshade's left side. "Give th' order an' we'll attack."

[Ashleg]

"Good, yes. At the count of three. One...two..."
Rapshade braced himself.
"Three!"

The vermin imminently went at it trying to break through the gate.
The ferret grinned to himself; he could hear the wood breaking already.
This felt like an imminent success, but was it too easy?

Next thing he knew the door broke and everybeast was racing in. He grabbed Snapclaw as he passed and hissed to him, "Call Alfhild! Come on!"

[Groddil]

"Yes, vermin killed my husband, and a mad woodlander tried to kill my whole family before that. You don't hear me complaining about how every woodlander I see wants to stab me in the back. Maybe if Redwall stopped being so oblivious to the world outside its walls, hordes wouldn't target the place every few bloody seasons. And how do you liken the Vigil to a vermin horde? Aside from my son and the two creatures in front of you now, everybeast in the bloody band is a woodlander. The whole group exists to PROTECT THE ABBEY. When do hordes try to PROTECT the abbey, hmm? Explain THAT!"
"Ladies, ladies, calm down. So, we know they're a weasel and absolutely nothing else? How helpful. Well, let's start from a top. Aside from the odd mook, there's three weasels in positions of power in the horde. Grenlik, Chief Scout. Male, young-ish, but not too young, wields a spear. Vicious. Frogblood, Torturer. Female, older creature, wields a sickle. And Shank, one of the Lesser Captains. Male, really young, wields an axe. Any of 'em sound familiar?"

*****

Shadomay finally reached the barricade inside the tunnel.
"Vermin! They're about to breach the gate!"
"What? Oi, Squirrel, slam this thing shut."
"What? You have to help!"
The rockfall fell from the roof, blocking the tunnel.
"We have to plan this properly. Otherwise, we'll be slaughtered. Do what you will, I 'ave ta warn Charm."

*****

Jergle, still staring up at Bracklew, stamped his feet.
"Rrr, I'll-I'll end you, squi-"
The old mouse noticed something out of the corner of his eye. It was a Dibbun, just a little vole. Heh. Perfect. Careful not to disturb the vole, who had somehow not noticed him, Jergle picked up one of the rocks and hurled it at the babe. After the little one flopped to the ground, the mouse scooped him up and started to walk back to his home.
"Little small fer a proper meal, but easier ta catch..."

OOC: I'll post more later. It's getting late.

[Hickory]

OOC: I feel that Jergle's inner voice is channeling Groddil.

@LT Sandpaw: Can you quite the part where Aver talks to Gillpaw?

[LT Sandpaw]

OOC: Yeah, I suppose I could. We'll just assume she told him he's with Asher, cause that's all I really needed.

IC:

Slightly agitated Aver turned away from his cousin Gillpaw only to be hailed by one of the Vigil guards, a little mouse. The small creature waved her paws frantically shouting to those standing below the wall.

"Attack, we're under attack!"

"Everyone," Aver shouted hefting his javelin he had been carrying around lately, good thing too. "Arm up, get onto the walls!" This command proved to be futile however as the wicker gates crumbled under Rapshade's assault. Aver quickly changed direction directing the few otters with him towards the breach. "Forget the walls, everybeast to the gates! Hurry!"

~*~*~*~*~*~

The Vigil mouse on the walls had drawn her sword ready to rush down and help the defenders when a arrow struck her in the back. With a tiny scream the rodent fell forward, dead before she hit the stones. Vaskor mercilessly kicked her body from the battlements before taking a knee and drawing a second arrow from his quiver. He had scaled the wall as any squirrel could, just before Rapshade had called the attack.

Down below the Redwall defenders were preparing to meet with the horde. Vaskor's red eyes slowly scanned the crowd, trying to pick out Fastooth and Rapshade from amongst the invaders.

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

Staying close to Rapshade, Fastooth motioned with his spear, shouting encouragement to the fighters as they charged forward.
"Quick to th main gate lads, let Fardan in an' help our creatures enter n' force! Gut 'em if they fight, capture 'em if they don't, les' go!"

[Groddil]

North of the Abbey, the stoats were finally starting to overwhelm the Vigil. Celio, unable to see One-Ear, decided to take charge.
"Retreat! Fall back and regroup! Don't let them overwhelm us!"
The crossbowmen started to fall back. Celio kicked his prisoner forward.
"Hurry up, you."
"I'm goin', I'm goin'!"

*****

"Charm!"
"Yes?"
"Vermin are at the walls. They're about to breach the gates!"
"Have all the troops armed and form up at the secret exit. We'll come up and hit them from behind."

*****

Deep in Mossflower Wood, Shank, one of the Lesser Captains, grinned as he slit Spinoraz's throat.
"Heh. Fools. Charged right at us. Didn't realize we 'ad bows."
He spat.
"Whatever ye wanted ta do, 'edgepig, ya failed. Oi, we're needed at th' gate. Stop choppin' th' trees."

[Hickory]

OOC: Sorry for my immense laziness.

Tag me when needed.

[Ashleg]

OOC-
Grodds, they already breached the gates.
And @Sagetip , Fardan can attack now if you want him to be there.
IC-
As soon as she got the signal Alfhild's band flooded in too, and she fired a few arrows off at anybeast she caught outside the horde.

Rapshade was grinning.
He felt young and energetic again despite his bad leg, the thrill of battle pulsing through his veins.
He pointed at Aver's group and shouted, "'Ere they come, brace yerselves! Anybeast who's not as good a fighter don't go for that otter there, he's the Skipper!"

--

Grant raced to the door when the screams of the attack reached his ears, though he was back inside in a panic.
"Rayne! We are under attack, gather the Dibbuns and the Elders and come to the Cavern Hole!"

--

The confusion in Fangfang's eyes cleared and suddenly he blurted, "Yeah, Grenlik! I remember now, t'was 'im, he's th' one who..."
The rat clenched his teeth.
So, he could talk although it hurt like a sore throat on a creature who is sick.

He whirled when he felt Duncan rest his paw on his shoulder approvingly.
Fang grinned nervously. "I-I'm so happy I'm not mute."