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

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LT Sandpaw


"Of course not," Bracklew said shortly reclaiming his chair. "They're for my own sanity having to be stuck here watching you all day." He looked pointedly at Ava tapping his claws together. He'd have to wait patiently until the infirmary was clear before doing anything.


"Sometimes its not about winning, but how you lose." - John Gwynne

"Facts don't care about your feelings." -Ben Shapiro

Ashleg

Rapshade muffled his laughter by pulling a pillow in front of his snout.
All those random items were supposed to protect the squirrel's sanity? Please. He could tell something was up by the time Bracklew looked at Ava again.
Grinning hopelessly, the ferret pointed a paw at Ava.
"Bye."

Groddil

OOC:

@Sagetip : Yes, just send all three straight through the tunnel to Redwall, and have Asher tell Mortembell that the Vigil will meet them.

BIC:

Marble shook his head in disgust, muttering as he walked off.
"No idea what I'm talking about, sure. Stupid squirrel doesn't even realize that all I've gotten from him is a bunch of glares, and expects me to shell out info I don't even have. Ungrateful toad, accusing me of being self-important. I wonder if they have mirrors in this Abbey, because it isn't right for someone of his age to be treating his elders like that."

Hickory

OOC: Ok, they're back on the way. (And why is the Vigil going to Redwall? Did I miss something?)
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Groddil

OOC: I'm guessing, yeah. One-Ear said something earlier about getting the wounded patched up enough to travel and packing up whatever was needed, because the Vigil was moving to the Abbey.

LT Sandpaw



"Sometimes its not about winning, but how you lose." - John Gwynne

"Facts don't care about your feelings." -Ben Shapiro


Hickory

I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.


Hickory

"I'll see you later, Bracklew. Don't cut off our prisoner's paws or anything," she said, winking before walking through the doorway.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

LT Sandpaw


Continuing to tap his claws together Bracklew waited a full minute after Ava had left, just to be sure. Standing he trotted over to the door and jammed a chair under the knob. Giving his improvised lock a kick to make sure it held he turned back to Rapshade cracking his knuckles as he did.

"Alright Rapsahde, I hate you, and I always will. Every time I look at you it sends tremors of revulsion down my spine. But..." Bracklew drew out the last word as he came up next to the bed. Sinking his claws into the sheets he glared hard at Rapshade. "We have a common foe, and clearly the Vigil are outmatched. But you said you could defeat her, somehow, your aunt Alfhild that is."

Bracklew drew his sword and laid it against Rapshade's throat his voice growing more dangerous. "We're going to leave the Abbey, you and I. We're going to stop Alfhild, anyway possible. Or we'll die trying. And should you try and abandon me, or trick me. I stick this blade into your waist just below the stomach. I hear such a wound doesn't kill instantly, but is horribly painful, and results in eventual infection then death. A nasty way to go, Rayne told me all about how the digestive system is ruined. Should we be successful, I'll make sure you are free to go, should we die." Here Bracklew shrugged and sheathed his sword.

"I guess we get what we want. You in?"


"Sometimes its not about winning, but how you lose." - John Gwynne

"Facts don't care about your feelings." -Ben Shapiro

Groddil

OOC: Wait, WHAT? Bracklew is saying Rapshade, a dangerous criminal, can go free? Did he suffer brain damage?

BIC:

Mortembell continued further down the tunnel, until the group encountered an impasse.
"Some sort of branching tunnel. Let's split up. Asher, take the centre. Gukom, go right. I'll head left. If you find an obstacle, or more branching paths, meet back here. If not, go as far as you can, then dig through the roof of the tunnel. If you find the Abbey, come back and let the others know."
The vixen ducked into the leftmost tunnel.

Ashleg

OOC-
Doubt it. I noticed that it was italicized...Care to explain, Sandypwa?
IC-
Rapshade gulped, all the previous light and snarkiness vanishing in less than a second.
"I-I actually had my own plans...t' get rid of Alfhild." He stammered.
Why was it that every time he was about to try something, somebeast waltzed in and intervened? The ferret wiped a drop of sweat off his nose and sat up, shakily rubbing his neck where the sword had been.
"I don't see any way t' fit...y-you...in."

Hickory

Quote from: Groddil on April 02, 2016, 01:26:37 AM
OOC: Wait, WHAT? Bracklew is saying Rapshade, a dangerous criminal, can go free? Did he suffer brain damage?

BIC:

Mortembell continued further down the tunnel, until the group encountered an impasse.
"Some sort of branching tunnel. Let's split up. Asher, take the centre. Gukom, go right. I'll head left. If you find an obstacle, or more branching paths, meet back here. If not, go as far as you can, then dig through the roof of the tunnel. If you find the Abbey, come back and let the others know."
The vixen ducked into the leftmost tunnel.
Without looking back Asher entered his center tunnel. Silence pressing in on his ears, the squirrel held his firm at the ready.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

Groddil

Gukom nodded fearfully, as he was quickly left alone in the dark. The hamster squeaked in dismay and darted off down the tunnel on the right-hand side. Gukom quickly blew on his torch to reignite it and scurried along the passageway. To his disgust, the tunnel grew progressively smaller until he was forced onto all fours. The hamster shrugged his way through the tight space and popped out on the other side of some sort of cave in. Dusting himself off, Gukom reached back through the gap for his torch and gazed around cavern. It was quite large, with some sort of river flowing through it. Further inspection revealed no exits other than following the river or going back the way he came. The hamster took a deep breath and started to follow the river towards its source.