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

[Groddil]

Drubble looked at Fangfang sadly.
"'Ow's it feel, gettin' yurr matey locked up like that, zurr? Oi thinks it be's very unjustified that 'ee ain't allowed turr prove 'imself."
Mortembell turned around.
"He did, Drubble. He lost that privilege WHEN HE TRIED TO RUN AWAY!!!"
Drubble shook his head and retired to the cellar, muttering darkly.
"Oi wudd do the same in 'is position, hurr hurr hurr. Mortybell wuddn't keep oi locked up, no zurr!"

[Ashleg]

"I don't know..." Fang glanced at Mortembell.
"Er, er, remember how nervous I was when I first came 'ere? I'm sure ya do since y' attacked me an' all...an' Rappy's probably feelin' triple that, plus embarrassment an' the pain from 'is leg. And aye, he might deserve it, but he'll only get more bitter."
The rat nonchalantly shrugged and headed off down the hallway, flicking his tail.

[Conrad the Painless]

OOC: Derp.

BIC:
One-Ear shook his head sadly.
"Change your mind often, don't you? Sorry, but I have other business to attend to first. You can wait."
The fox strode off towards his tent. Along the way, he stopped at the side of a hare not much older than himself.
"Buckhorn. I've heard good things about you. How would you like to take Damien's place as Second-in-Command of the Vigil?"

*****

Needle had been picking his teeth with a splinter of wood when he noticed his captain approaching. He flicked it away quickly, his ears perking up at the proposition. "Why, yes sah! I would be honored!" He scratched his head thoughtfully. "Why's Damien off the job, wot?"

[Groddil]

OOC: You don't need to quote me.

BIC:
One-Ear's voice was dripping with contempt.
"Where do I start? Damien started a fight with our friends over at Redwall, making them dislike us even more. Next, he decides to quit the Vigil so I don't punish him, and runs off into the woods. He gets himself captured by Muddle and Begskin and has his eyes torn out. So, even if he was still part of the Vigil, he would be in no position to command."

[Conrad the Painless]

The tall hare chuckled. "Well, I suppose I can take the responsibility, wot?" Needle fiddled with his tunic. "Pity, in all honesty. Seemed like a fit-and-well leader to me, ya know?" He straightened-up, saluting One-Ear. "Ready for duty sah!" He bellowed, as he stood at attention.

[Groddil]

One-Ear handed Needle the map of Mossflower.
"See that cross on the map there, north-east of the Abbey? Marshal the troops, you and I are taking a scouting party to check out the woods. Charm and Asher can handle Muddle."

*****

Drubble sat back down on his barrel near Rapshade's cellar.
"Burr, sorry zurr. Mortybell wuddn't listen to oi. Lukks loie you ain't comin' out any toime soon!"

[Ashleg]

There was some high-pitched mumbling and then Rapshade called hoarsely, "But why can't you jus' open it?"

[Groddil]

"Oi doesn't 'ave the keys, zurr. Ye isn't in moi cellar, only Mortybell can open that yurr door."

[Conrad the Painless]

Needle tokk the map into his own paws. "Hm. Consider it done." He said, his tone changing quickly. "Alright chaps, I'll need some volunteers, we're going on a patrol, so shape up!" he yelled assertively. The proud hare looked back at his captain. "Ya sure about, Muddle ol' chap?" he said, as he put his knife in it's sheath and his sling under his arm. "I know he's blind an' all, but the poor chap's gone and lost it."

[Ashleg]

"Please...Can't you bring Mortybell here?"
Rapshade asked, shivering at the cold draft that seemed to forever stay in his room. The ferret found his dislike for Mortembell growing by the second.
Once I get free, she's good as dead.

[Groddil]

Drubble gave a short, resigned sigh.
"Oi can ask again, zurr, but she already said no to oi. If'n she does open that yurr door, it'd have to be furr a very gudd reason."

*****

One-Ear checked his weaponry and handed everything non-essential to Gukom. The fox clenched his paw at the mention of Muddle.
"Blind or no, Asher and Charm are more than capable of hidin' in the bushes for him to taik some bait. They'll get 'im, trust me."

[Ashleg]

Rapshade rolled his eyes and leaned back against the wall.
"Y' could tell her I need medicine, which...isn't a lie. My leg's also still broken, but I guess that's not urgent to them." He said the last part too low for Drubble to hear through the door. This all was what he deserved, yet he could not take it.
I'm the captain of a great ship, so I shouldn't have to sit here kissing up to the needs of some ignorant Redwallers!
He sighed and shook his head.

[LT Sandpaw]

Laughing uproariously Petu mutilated a head of cauliflower with his knife while speaking to Grant. "Oh yes Father, Mister Winterberry was being attacked by that onion, and if his war shouts were anything to go by he was losing. Badly." Unable to keep the smirk from growing on his face Bracklew stepped forward claiming a knife from the sharpening station holding it tightly.

"Ha you two couldn't cut a mushy apple if somebeast guided your paws. I'll show you how a real fighter uses a blade." Petu jabbed a claw at Bracklew winking at Duncan and Grant.

"Ah ha. Is that so my one pawed friend you are at a major disadvantage. Besides your looking at the two greatest chefs ever to step footpaw into this Abbey. We'll out chop, out cook, and out mix any challenger any day. Isn't that right Duncan?"

[Hickory]

Asher peered down at Roscoe in the cage. "Turn on ye, aye? I don't recall ye being particularly fond o' me. Jus' like every other vermin, kissin' up to their superiors and backstabbin' them when the time's right!"

The squirrel motioned to Charm. "I'm going t'go up ahead and meet up with my team at the path, follow with the weasel whenever y'like."

The squirrel disappeared into the woodland that he knew best.

At the path, Applelad sat on a midsection branch of a cedar looking over the path. Nibbling on a chestnut from his small provision pack, he spoke through bites. "Fair day for an ambush, I'd say. The snow muffles most of the sound, the weasel'll stand out against the white well."

Harnam, who had taken charge of the ground, was on the opposite side of the path. Seeing that he had no ranged weapons to use, he was ready to attack with his double-edged sword. He glanced up at Applelad. "This better work, y'know. One-Ear'll be in a rage if'n it doesn't."

A rustling of leaves announced the arrival of Brush, who had temporarily went abroad to scout out the surrounding area. "Seems clear to me," he broke in. "Remember, no beast disturb the snow on the path or in the vicinity. We want it to look like no one's here."

Asher entered the scene. "Stop chunnering, all of you. Applelad, yore far too low. Harnam, you could stand to be deeper into the woodland. Brush, you an' I will be in that rowan. Alright, take cover. Charm should be along with our bait soon."

[Groddil]

Charm smiled as the squirrels began getting the ambush ready. She opened the pit and dragged Roscoe out. The otter draped a rough brown cloak around his back and stuck a dagger in his belt. She motioned to a team of archers who put arrow to bowstring and retreated into the bushes.
"Okay, Roscoe. Those archers have got their arrows trained on your back. You try to run, they'll get you. Nice and slowly, take a stroll unsuspecting like through the woods. If all goes well, we'll let ye go."
She gave Roscoe a light push.

*****

"Oi will, zurr. Oi will! Anything t'help a poor beast such as yurrself, burr aye!"
The cellarmole from his barrel and wandered off in search of Mortembell.