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

[LT Sandpaw]

Sniggering Fastooth twisted his claw into Rapshade's back, twisting it cruelly. "Attack an' officer'n th' horde an' Alfhild make yer death nice'n slow cully." The rats, all three wearing wicked grins, frog marched Rapshade into Alfhild's tent forcing him to kneel. Bracklew found himself next to Rapshade again, his muzzle forced into the ground.

"'Ere them are chief. Should'n I go get Chief Farden?" Fastooth asked straightening up.

[Ashleg]

"Yes, go and get him. Off with you!" Alfhild snapped.

Rapshade rubbed tenderly at his back while kneeling, a look of complete disgust on his face.
He tried to analyze Alfhild for any weak spots, any medicine that might be in her tent or something of the sort. He found nothing that may hint her failing but her age, which made it all the harder for him to drop the plan and instead do whatever he wanted.
For now he had to go with this.

Alfhild began pacing, flicking her eyes back and forth from her prisoners to whatever was in front of her. Her jewelry clinked and jingled as she did so.
"So." She said, skidding to a sudden halt and parading up to Bracklew. "Roscoe said you're from Redwall. Is that correct?"

Rapshade glanced sideways at Bracklew, whispering under his breath, "She's not t' type of ferret that takes no for an answer, if I remember correctly. Tell her exactly what she wants t' hear."

[LT Sandpaw]

OOC: This RP is going so fast it feels like we're going uphill, through molasses, in winter, while riding snails.

IC:

The three rats filed out leaving Alfhild alone with the prisoners. Bracklew was slowly recovering from his beating, and watched the ferret pace fearfully. For a moment he considered playing mute, and refusing to speak, but at Rapshade's whisper he curled his tail close and gave the slightest of nods.

Bracklew had no trust of any kind for Rapshade now, but he knew Rapshade was forced to trust him, less he blabbed the ferret's real name. Whether this was the expected course of history or not, Bracklew realized he had brought this upon himself, and he had no other option but to continue following Rapshade's lead.

"Yes," He spat out, hating himself for it. "I'm from Redwall."

[Ashleg]

OOC-
Then we must fix that, no?
Once we reach the top of the hill, we'll start going down rather than up and thus, faster.
IC-
"I guess that buys you some time to live. Ah, Redwall! Alfhild's Abbey has a nice ring to it, don't you think, Shade?" Alfhild mused, turning to the ferret whom she didn't yet recognize as her nephew.
Rapshade nodded eagerly, though inside he was laughing at how bad that was. "Aye, cert'inly."

Sweeping her cloak around in a wide arc, the ferret chieftain made her way up to one of Fastooth's rats.
"That's all I needed to know for now. I'll question them later, since it's getting dark. Tie 'em up by a tree or something and don't let 'em escape. Quickish now!"

[LT Sandpaw]

Fastooth had left to go find Farden, however the two rats standing outside saluted sharply and reentered Alfhild's tent, a moment later dragging out Shade and Bracklew. Pulling both beasts by the scruff of their neck's they soon had them trussed to a tree. One of the rats was a former searat, and had a particular skill with ropes. Binding both prisoners in a sitting position they walked a short distance away to sit by a fire, still within watching rage.

A flash of black feathers filled the two prisoner's vision as a massive crow, her pinion and neck feathers painted orange landed threateningly close, glaring at them with one piercing eye. Croaking angrily when she saw the ropes Grah hopped away clacking her beak in fury.

Turning his neck to glare at Rapshade, the young squirrel let out a low snarl. "You've done a pretty good of ruining everything." He accused venomously. "So what's the plan now Shade?"

[Hickory]

OOC: Do you want me to PP Fastooth finding Fardan or do you want to?

[LT Sandpaw]

OOC: I really don't care. But we do need a reply from Asher...

[Hickory]

OOC: Yeah, so I keep rereading that part, but what exactly does One Ear want to do to get across the water?

[Ashleg]

Rapshade smirked, his voice like poison compared to Bracklew's. "We wait 'till they're sleeping and then escape. Simple. Easy. Unless you had a better plan, Sir Bracklew, yore Mightiness, O Great One..."
The ferret cackled and shook his head, fixing the young squirrel with those amber eyes of his.
"I know how to get free from searat ropes, seeing as I was a pirate myself for a long, long time. Y' don't hate me for this, do you, Cap'n?"

[LT Sandpaw]

"My plan." Bracklew growled forcefully, "Was to make you come up with the plan, but instead you got us captured. And as a matter of fact I do hate you for that. But that's not the point is it." He squirmed in the ropes trying to force his way free but stopped as his left paw was racked with pain.

Grah stamped her way through the horde tents, her black eyes focusing on Alfhild. "Creeaah, Alf, Krah wants meat. Tree-rat gaaah, red earthwalker filth." She ranted tearing up snow and grass. "Why tie to tree? Krah eat them slow, you see. Creeaaah!"


OOC: I don't know Sage, maybe Asher could ride on Aver's back.

[Ashleg]

OOC-
Tipeskip to the middle of the night? When everybeast's asleep?
IC-
"I came up with t' plan, though. You silly little thing!" Rapshade taunted, mimicking Alfhild's voice for a second. "You might want t' tend to those wounds of yours. Ouch, I'm sure..." The ferret fell to laughing, though in reality, his medicine was wearing off and so he was beginning to itch all over.
Years of pretending did their job well.

"You'll be able to eat them as soon as they get us into Redwall. If you eat them any sooner, there won't be an entire Abbeyfull of creatures to eat, will there?" Alfhild mused, her voice sickeningly sweet. "Think of the greater good that will do us, Grah, and let me sleep. It's cold out here."

[Groddil]

OOC: I'm game once we sort out the underground party.

[Hickory]

OOC: So as I asked above, I've retread that part and I don't get what you're trying to do.

[Groddil]

OOC: Well, if the water is up to One-Ear and Aver's waists, its going to be pretty high for Asher. So, we have to find a way to make sure he can actually go with them.

[Ashleg]

OOC-
I don't see why he can't swim across or hold on to one of them.