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

[Ashleg]

The ferret's eyes locked on the shining metal, dialating greatly.
"This...it's a gift?" He glanced up suspiciously, but still felt a genuine grin start to form.
It could be a trap, a ploy--but he wasn't getting those vibes.
Rapshade made to take the sabre.
"I've never seen...ha, I've never..."

[Hickory]

"This is from the far North," said the wildcat. "The metal is very sturdy. It definitely won't break like the other one."

He let Rapshade take the weapon. "I used to use it until my rapier came into play. Not a blade to be trifled with. And yes, it's a gift."

[Ashleg]

Rapshade was ecstatic. He casually pushed the candle into Fardan's paws as he claimed the sword.
"It is? I mean it is!" The ferret exclaimed, snickering as he ran a paw carefully over the blade to test it lightly.
"You're right, Fardan. This is th' best thing I've ever...seen."
He patted the wildcat on the back and then raced back inside, beheading an imaginary foe through the air.
"Look at me, Petu, I'm me again, ahhhaha!"

[Hickory]

"Uh, okay. Have your fun then," said Fardan, setting the handle and sheath on the table. He closed the door and walked back down the hallway, discarding the cloth in an empty room. He wouldn't be needing it anymore.

[LT Sandpaw]

 Rayne nervously flinched away from Vadoma, keeping her eyes downcast. "Very well, where are the wounded staying? They aren't here in the infirmary, and I imagine there are many of them."

~*~*~*~*~

"Yourself again?" Petu questioned with a yawn. He'd collapsed at the foot of the bed resting his head against the wooden boards. He squinted up at Rapshade, watching the ferret prance about with his sword as a dibbun would with a new toy. "How are you yourself again?"


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

Alfhild had been sleeping, and Fardan at the time had been nowhere to be found, so Fastooth had the audacity to act. Standing on the snowy lawns, surrounded by more then a dozen creatures the rat inspected his work with a dark smile.
Large fires had been lit to warm the sentries and on top of these were vats, filled with oil commandeered from the kitchens, all stacked at the Vigil's five possible entrances. Kneeling down Fastooth warmed his paws at the edge of the tunnel drop off, looking questioningly at the ermine to his left.
"Well, I've 'ad it for tonight. 'Im goin' to claim one o' those soft beds. I suppose yer gonna stay out here?"

"Yes."

"Suit yerself cully." Fastooth stood and stretched making his way towards the Abbey building. His trap was set, now all he had to do was wait.

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

Bracklew slowly stirred on the cool dirt floor. Standing the young squirrel glanced about, blinking at the near perfect blackness. He seemed okay, despite his sore footpaw and stinging back he seemed to have come out without dying or losing anything. He laid a paw on his sword hilt curling his claws around the comforting leather grip.
"Where am I?" He murmured, blinking as his eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. "What did I fall into?" From what he could tell he was in some ancient tunnel system, probably a part of the old moledeep. It appeared he'd fallen so far underground that even the light from the sun had vanished, or night had fallen.

The moment he thought this Bracklew felt cold and clammy, even in the stuffy lukewarm air. The thought of being trapped underground forever chilled him to the bone, until a flurry of snow fell from the roof tickling his ears.
Laughing thankfully, he scaled the dirt walls popping his head up over the area he'd fallen within moments. Frigid fresh air filled his lungs and he rolled out under the stars. Now all he needed to do was follow Roscoe's paw prints, and find Redwall, hopefully. Of course it was easier said then done.

[Ashleg]

OOC-
They left the infirmary, Sand, they're in the Abbot's Rapshade's room.
IC-
"I'm a real leader again," Rapshade laughed, bouncing back on the bed.
"Not some broken old ferret. Hey, here, will you?" He took the scones from his pocket and tossed them at Petu.
"Go ahead, they're from the feast--and they're not poison, that'd be stupid."

--

"No clue," Vadoma shrugged, baron her teeth slightly. "I'll go make an announcement to have the wounded come up here."

[LT Sandpaw]

Petu ate the scones, wasting no time in downing the bread. "Does having a new sword make you a real leader?" He asked curiously between bites, finishing off the last scone like a ravenous wolf. He didn't want Rapshade to change his mind suddenly. "I don't understand how a sword could change you from being a broken old ferret to being, well I don't know, you again. It certainly didn't help Bracklew much... It almost made him worse actually."

~*~*~*~*~*~

"Should I go with you?" Rayne asked, taking a step away from the vixen. "You wouldn't want to leave me alone in here would you?"

[Ashleg]

"I had nothing, now I have something, and it's a gift from a horde leader which is a sign of respect and power." Rapshade snapped. How dare Petu ruin his mood...
"Really, do I look like Bracklew to you? Go to sleep before you say anything else without thinking." He curled up and pulled the blanket over himself, his back to Petu.
"You ruined my moment."

--

"I guess," said Vadoma with a grunt as she shambled into the hallway.

[Hickory]

Yawning, Fardan descended down back to the remains of the feast. "That's over with," he remarked. "That was a fine sabre. Shame it had to go elsewhere."

[Ashleg]

"Is he happy now?" Alfhild sneered, dragging Roscoe up to Fardan.
"Anywho, dear, mind elaborating on that potential you spoke of? I'm having trouble finding it."

[Hickory]

Looking supremely bored, Fardan lazily set his eyes on Roscoe. "Perhaps he did kill the squirrel. Fortune is fickle, and our weasel may have been incredibly lucky. I still doubt it, though. Perhaps a little incentive would do well to get the truth out of you. Unless you want to say it now..."

[Ashleg]

"I killed him fair an' square!" Roscoe spat, tugging at Alfhild's arm to try and get away.
Unfortunately for him, she was quite strong for an old ferret.
"Incentive, eh? Like food?"

[Hickory]

"No," sighed Fardan, exasperated. "As in torture!"

His rapier blade was pointed right between Roscoe's eyes. "Give me one good reason not to kill you. And it better be the truth."

[Ashleg]

Roscoe screamed.
"I killed Bracklew!"

Alfhild grinned silently, enjoying this.

[Hickory]

Disgruntled, Fardan used the flat of his blade to hit Roscoe on the head. "Yeah, right. I find it hard to believe it. I couldn't kill him, Rapshade couldn't kill him, you couldn't kill him," he said, gesturing to Alfhld. "How could a cowardly weasel do it? And why would he run for the horde when he isn't even a part of it?"