Redwall MUCK Forum

WHO:

Zolomon-LP Runner and Archer, Corporal

Felcity- LP Runner and Sergeant

Domininik-LP Private and Fighter

LOG:
 
Zolomon had not been down here for a long while, but he came today to lay a flower on Tarsha's grave.He sighs as he traces the letters and snorts "Ya ghost tis glaring at me isn't it fer not being down here for a while, sorry bout that"

It's been a few days since the whole leveret fiasco with Blorg, and Felicity finally has some time to come check on Dominik. Hearing Zolomon's voice, she slows her entrance into the catacombs. "Oh, 'llo, thah, Zolomon." She stops beside him and looks at the name on the grave. She doesn't say anything, just offers him some solidarity with her presence.

Dominik is sitting right back in the alcove he had originally chosen upon first making his way down into the catacombs, his back facing the entrance. He had moved the scattered bones that had once been Blorg over into a corner, putting them into some type of haphazard order, likely something that meant something only to him and that the others wouldn't understand. The voices of Zol and Felicity echo faintly in his head, and the large buck slowly lifts his gaze to stare at the wall opposite him; a wall that is covered in various drawings and scrawlings. His shoulders lifting and dropping in a light sigh, Dom simply sits there and waits for whoever was coming to arrive. He'd begun to get used to having visitors, even though he'd just wanted to be left alone.

Zolomon nods a hello and he knows Domink is down here, somewhere and seems not too worried "Hey...umm sorry been..busy suppose" He says quietly, and he has been busy that's not a lie.

Felicity grimaces. "Oh, 'tis fine. I've been busy, too, t'be 'onest. Was just comin' down t'check on Dom, see 'ow 'e's doin'." She leans close and whispers so only Zolomon could possibly hear. "A leveret accidentally killed Dom's toad friend." She then steps back and makes her way over to the white hare's alcove. "Dom, love, 'tis me." She knows he recognizes her voice. It's kind of distinctive.

Dom does indeed recognize Felicity's voice; had it been anyone else speaking (save for perhaps the leverets), he more than likely would have chased them away. His expression remaining generally blank at the moment, his voice is quiet. ...Licitie..." he murmurs, his ears perking for a moment. No other movements or motions seem to mean that she can enter further if she wished. There is still what appears to be an arm bone held in his paw, and he traces it lightly back and forth in the dirt as he stares at the wall.

Zolomon nods and he frowns "Is that...Domink?" He asks as he walks a little ways towards where he is, but stops wandering if it's wise to get too close.The last time he saw him he, well...got a free flying lesson!

Felicity nods to her fellow Runner. "Aye, got Dom back safe. I would suggest y'stay o'er there, though," she gives him a meaningful glance as if to say 'do as I say'. She then turns back to the huge buck and smiles, even though he's not looking at her. "Aye, Dom. I came t'visit you. 'Ow're things goin'?" She peers over his shoulder. "D'y'need somethin' t'put Blorg's body in? I know o' somethin' that would work."

Dominik's gaze slowly drops to the ground as he listens to Felicity; it is obvious he is listening due to the light twitches his ears give every now and then, a paw clenching on the arm bone before he tosses it back over onto the pile with the others. "...is sorry...made Licitie run. Was not meaning...to do," he replies, softly. Hearing Zolomon's voice, Dom's expression clouds over, his whiskers twitching, but he doesn't react further for the time being. As Blorg is mentioned, Dom frowns, his jaw clenching, and he sighs. "...yes," he replies, simply. "Erg...is confused. Is not knowing...if Erg, or...if Dom..."

Zolomon peeks around the corner and looks over at Dominik, he wisely keeps his distance for now.

Felicity shakes her head. "Oh, 'twasn't y'fault, Dom. It just 'appened." She steps forward. "I think y'Dom, an' y'always 'ave been. This Erg creatah is just somethin' th'toads thought up." She tenses slightly at the mention of the toads, but she presses onward. "Y'apologized just now because y'Dom, m'friend."

Dominik listens quietly, the buck's gaze slowly lifting as Felicity speaks. He shifts a little so that he manages to turn to halfway face the doorway, his icy eyes falling upon the doe. He simply sits there and stares at her as he turns her words over within his head, trying to piece them together and make as much sense out of them as he possibly could. "So...Erg...is not real? Vas...made...by toads?" he asks, softly, his eyes slowly narrowing as he thinks over this bit of information. He spies Zolomon peeking his head around the corner, and the other buck gets a hard staaaare. "...vhy...is he here?" he asks, his tone icy, shifting back to Felicity, a frown upon his muzzle.

Zolomon frowns as he walked further in, maybe afraid he will hurt Felicity "Hey hey...I was down here before she was, calm down...it's ok, we are all friends here right?" He is still a good distance away from the other hare.

Felicity nods. "Aye, Erg's not real. 'E may /feel/ real, but 'e's not you, Dom." She gives Zolomon a 'be quiet' look, then turns back to the big buck. "'E's visitin' th'grave o' a beast who died. There's lot of 'em down 'ere." She points to a particular grave, almost directly across from Dominik's alcove. "That one there is where m'mum, da, an' brothah are buried." She glances back at Zolomon, her gaze softer now. "Both o' ye, please stay calm. Zolomon, I've got this, don't worry. Dom, 'e 'as th'right t'visit graves. It's all gonna be fine."

Dominik's eyes follow the direction Felicity points. Silently, the massive buck rises up to his footpaws, and he shuffles out and across the passageway towards those graves. He stands there, staring down at them, his expression perplexed at first, his paws clenching at his sides as it is obvious he is thinking really hard about something. Finally, his voice can be heard, and it is in a softer tone that usual. "...is....sorry, Licitie..." he replies, quietly, his gaze shifting over to her, a frown upon his muzzle, before he turns and returns to his alcove, brushing past Zolomon in the process. "...do -not- tell to calm down," he replies to him in a flat, yet dangerous tone. He sinks back down to the floor, paws coming to rest in his lap as he stares downwards at his paws. "...is not sure...what is true anymore..." he mutters. "Believe Licitie, but...also believe voice telling is Erg...."

Zolomon frowns as he goes to do a cartwheel to try and cheer dominink up, "Cheer up Dom.....life is good, life is.."And he crashes into the large hare and shakes his head,he chuckles a little "Oops..sorry bout that, little rusty on de cartwheels."

Felicity looks up into Dom's eyes, absolutely fearless. "I know. Because ye're a good beast....Dom." She smiles, giving Zolomon another look. "I think ye're Dom, but you can find whotevah pahts o' Erg y'like and take 'em forward wi' ya, too. Make Dom an even bettah beast than 'e was, y'know?" The Zolomon happens, and all the Sergeant can do is gasp and shout, "Zolomon, y'nincompoop! Dom, 'tis alright, 'twas just an accident, please don't do anythin'..."

Perhaps Felicity was indeed making some progress with Dom. If anything else, she at least was seemingly beginning to get through to him more than anyone else has been able to so far. His shoulders heaving in a heavy sigh, the buck appears to be ready to say something in response to Felicity....that is, until Zolomon makes the completely unwise decision to try a...cartwheel? The smaller buck thuds into Dom's back, jolting the massive buck. Blinking, his eyes slowly widening for a moment, before they narrow to slits. There goes the furry tea-kettle again, the fur on the back of Dom's neck lifting and bristling, his ears both folding back against his head as the redness begins to creep up his neck and into his face. His breathing gets erratic, paws clenching tight. The Dom that turns to face Zol and Felicity is not the Dom of a few moments ago. Teeth clenched, the buck reaches down to try and grab Zolomon. If successful, he gives him a hard shove in the direction of the entrance to the alcove. "...OUT! GET OUT!" he snarls, eyes blazing.

Zolomon eerks as he goes to stand, oh he is helped up by Dominik, he starts to speak.."S..sorry...I..."He screams as he flies..the wall stops him, he slides down the wall and is..still. He lies in an odd angle but a closer look shows breathing, he lives!!!! But will have one HECK of a headache when he wakes up.Oh and his shoulder is dislocated so he won't be able to use his arm for at least a week, then couple weeks of some exercises to get it better again. He will be fine, just...sore.

Felicity stifled a scream and rushes over to check on Zolomon. "Oh, oh my 'eavens..." She takes a few deep breaths, struggling to keep her temper in check. "Oh, thank....'e's still breathin'...." She gives Dom a steady look. "Y'could've killed 'im, Dom. Aye, 'e shouldn't've done that, but the Dom I know is inside ye wouldn't just do that 'cause 'e know 'e could kill a beast." She bites her lip, trying to figure out how to get Zolomon out of here without any more drama.

Dominik watches impassively as Zolomon goes flying into the wall...apparently, the buck doesn't know his own strength and gave him a little harder push than he originally was intending to. He stares down at Zolomon's still form, the frown creasing his muzzle again, before he turns his attention back to Felicity. "Did not kill," he responds, in a nonchalant manner. "Is still alive." The buck turns his back to Felicity and Zolomon, sinking back down to the ground in his usual sitting position. "Take out of here. Vil speak with Licitie ven no one else here."

Zolomon is..quiet, cause well duh he is knocked out. A headache and relocated shoulder he will awaken to. Well at least he will leave Dom alone now, so there is that.

Felicity is furious, and decides to let Dom know. "Don't speak t'me that way! I'm not y'slave, t'do as ye say! Ye'll be lucky if I come back at all! I c'n forgive y'not knowin' y'own strength, but don't y' EVAH speak t'me like that agin! You don't ordah me around, Dom! Don't talk t'me like that agin, assumin' I decide t'come back!" She goes to pick Zolomon up and half carry, half drag him out to somewhere where other hares are, where she can get help to get him to the Infirmary. She didn't mean that she'd never come back, she's just mad. But maybe it'll give the crazy buck some pause so he'll think through the consequences of his actions....which, as far as Felicity can see, is something else he needs to relearn.

Dominik watches quietly as Felicity unloads on him, the buck's expression just as impassive as it had been while looking down at Zolomon. Something inside his brain stirs, causing an eye to twitch, but generally the buck doesn't react aside from a simple smirk. "Erg speak how Erg like, to whoever Erg vant..." he mutters. "...did not ask to come down. Leave be, do not vant to see, anyvay..." he growls, the buck picking up a bone that had been lying nearby and flinging it at the wall, where it shatters. He slips over into the shadows of the corner and crouches there, seething. One step forward, and two steps back, it seems.

Zolomon meanwhile later wakes in the infirm with a major headache, he frowns as he looks around.."Ouch...."He says quietly, ok maybe don't go to the caverns again till Dom is...well Dom again, when ever that is.

Who:

Richard-Old hermit ferret from the woods

Gorvenalus-Recorder of Redwall

Angela-Healer of Redwall

Xander- Leader of Mossflower Defenders

Cota- Novice maybe?

LOG:

The cabin was still creepy, it was still not on the best pat has most beasts avoided it, this area was haunted some climbed, or beasts who went down this path, never came back and the owner of the cabin liked it that way. But he ventured out, rarely, and he had earlier in the day he got visitors, fell from a ladder and injured his leg.He just bandaged it up and left it alone, it seemed fine...until it wasn’t and a few days had passed.He couldn't get out, he couldn't light the fire when it died down in the fireplace,nor fix the hole that formed in the corner from a weak roof, an easy fix lucky, for now.

Xander was not sure why but he decided to visit and check on Richard, he was curious of the ferret and how he knew his Uncle Oz and he was going to bring some cookies and a flask of hot chocolate when he seen the door open a little he frowned, feeling uneasy but went up to the door “Richard? Its me..Xander, remember me?”

Richard is laying in his chair, leaned back and opens his eyes as he grunts, he then smiles “Oz?..Where ya been old friend?” He coughs a little and frowns “I don’t feel so good taday but tis nice ta see ya old stripey head”

Xander frowns as he walks the rest of the way in “I’m not…”He sighs and wanders weather to go along with it after feeling the ferrets forehead”Richard?”

Richard tilts his head “Your not..what Oz…”He frowns “Sorry just rambling..sit ..sit we can have tea and..like..stew, ya hungry?”

Xander frowns “I..look Richard what happen, your ill..you have a fever..”

Richard also has a rather swollen leg and a very badly soaked through bandage “Me leg hurts a lot..can ya get de tea you always good at tea..tea making…” He looks ready to pass out.

Xander makes a quick and he hopes not bad decision “Me and you are going to a healer, and I won't take No for an answer”He goes to pick him up and walk right out the door and towards the abbey.

Richard snorts “Your mean taday Ozzy..why ya so mean..I;m de mean one not you, ya old coot”He chuckled weakly “Then we both be old coots, your just WAY OLDER..ha ha…”

Xander nods “Yeah..way older..that’s right” Go along with it, go along with it he thinks to himself and quickened his pace once at the gates and on to the infirm he goes.

Richard looks around in a daze..”Where is all de trees...ozzy? Where we at..huh old friend?

Xander had planed to slip out for maybe an hour since he knew where the old ferret lived now, he had not planned to be gone almost 4 hours, but he was but at least he had a good excuse as he carried someone towards the infirm and on inside, a glance around before sitting them down on one of the empty cots.

Richard had protested even leaving his old, in need of repair, hut but in the end he just went with it, he shivered a bit from some cold and as he was laid down he groaned.He had a fever and a very badly swollen leg, it's not like he really goes out much and when he did he as hurt and the whole distrust thing he did not go seek a healer. So he had a fever from some infections and that in turn made him a bit..out of it "W..where did ye...take me, ya know I don't like..goin' nowhere...i be fine..all is well...."He is a bit out of it BUT he knows "This..isn't me cabin ozzy...tis not"Yep he thinks the badger is someone else, hey he has a fever ok.

"Whot 'appened now?" Angela had been in another room, and now she comes hobbling into the main Infirm, leaning heavily on her staff and scowling. "Who is this, Xander, an' whot 'appened to 'im?" She goes to take the ferret's pulse, frowning.

Xander sighs, he starts to say something to the ferret and gives up, he has gone along with it just to get the ferret to come along, he turns to Angela "I..I don't know, I went to check on him and his door was open, his fireplace out...he sort of lives alone in the woods in a run down cabin, he hurt his leg somehow I..I know that much." He speaks to Richard "Richard..your at Redwall, good healers are here and can make ya better, just..trust me...I can take ya home after your better"

Richard pulse is weak,but not danger weak. He tries to focus on the mousemaid, and then Xander "Fell...off ladder..bottom step broke, jagged..leg..hurts.."He frowns trying to sit up and is clearly unable to, still has a fever and some infection in his leg, lucky it can be saved since he is being seen on time, barely in time. "I..trust ya..Ozzy...I do..but ya know I don't like many beasts.....like my cabin..tis better"

Cocking an eyebrow, Angela glances at Xander. "Oh, aye, ye're lucky /Oz/ came t'visit ye." She has noted his fever and is now checking his leg to see if it's broken or just cut. "Just lie still, Richard. The more ye cooperate, the faster ye'll be well, an' the sooner y'can go back 'ome." She hobbles over to the herb cabinet and starts filling a cart with necessary supplies.

Xander sighs, for now he can be =Oz=, for now as he slips over out of hearing range "He things I'm Uncle Oz..how long should I go along with that? He..he knew him, he is the one that helps make the toys like wooden tops and such."

Richard doesn't move much,then energy is seriously low.Lucky it's not broken but that cut is to the bone, he also has some frostbite on a finger as that cabin not been too warm the past couple days.If he was fully himself he likely be marching out the gates and muttering something you don't want dibbuns to repeat, how was this a friend of Oz?

After a few minutes, Angela sighs. "I would wait 'til 'is fever's down an' see if 'e recognizes that ye're not Oz then. For now, 'tis just not worth it to try an' correct 'im. 'E's too confused." She takes the trolley full of healing supplies over to the ferret's bedside and goes to wrap his paws up in a nice warm baby blanket. She then turns her attention to the cut on his leg. "Xander, bring me that kettle from the fireplace an' a bowl."

Xander nods and goes to get the kettle carefully, of course he finds a pot holder and a bowl and walks back over to Angela "Here...I saw him, a few days ago and he..wasn't ill then, grumpy maybe"

Richard is grumpy a lot sometimes, and he did injure himself that day just later on after the trio of beasts left that visited and decided to tightly bandaged leg would heal, other wounds had on their own this one was a lot worse though and he couldn't get up to keep the cabin warm, so that made him more ill.

Cota peeks inside the infirm and slips inside as he looks around to see what is going on.

Nodding, Angela goes to numb the wound, then start cleaning it. "Aye, injuries can 'appen and get bad fast." She spots her great-great-grandson and waves him over. "Cota, I'm gonna teach ye some 'Ealin'. All beasts should know some, no matter what they do w' their lives. So c'mere."

Xander nods "So it was...good to bring him here I mean he..he could have died and I don't want that or anyone to die"

Richard might have indeed died if no one really knew he was there, he coughs a little, tenses in pain a little as the wound is cleaned and is just barely conscious now.

Cota walks over slowly "Learn....healing?"He is still debating on novice or warrior but yes healer skills would be useful for both as he stays close enough to watch but also stays not too close so he is out of the way.

"Get over 'ere, Cota. Y'can't 'elp if ye're all the way o'er there!" Angela points to the herbs on the tray as she goes to sew up the wound. "I trust y'know yer herbs?" Glancing at the badger, she nods. "Aye, y'did good, visitin' 'im. Sometimes beasts need to visited, even when they say they 'ate it."

Xander nods "Alright...it...seems he knew Uncle Oz, somehow"He is unsure of leaving so he just sits down.

Richard stays still, focus on the two mice and mutters quietly before just letting his eyes close a few moments.

Cota walks over "I..know some herbs, dad taught me some of them"

Still sewing, Angela nods. "Good. After y'wash yer paws, come back over." When he's done that, she finishes up her stitches and starts listing the herbs she needs. "Put them in the mortar and crush 'em t'gether with the pestle. Add some o' that cream," she points to a jar ont he trolley, "mix 'em t'gether, an' then I'll take it. Xander, I'm sure 'e'll be fine. Stop worryin'. Y'can ask 'im when 'e's feelin' better."

Xander nods "I..I will..Angela...if thar was anything I have done in the past like..couple seasons that ever upset you, I'm sorry..I am still..well getting over things the past couple seasons, but I am a lot better than I been"

Cota nods, he washes his paws and does as he is told and is back over, he seems curious of the talk but decides to not ask,he frowns a little himself of more recent events as he sits on a nearby cot, still watching.

Spreading the poultice on the wound, Angela nods. "Ye're fine, Xander. I may be grumpy, but I try t'forgive easily. 'Tis a lesson m'grandsom Emyuil taught me." After applying the poultice, the old Healer says to the other mouse, "Now, I need ye t' 'old th' bandages down f'r me while I wrap them." She puts a pad on the wound for him to hold down, then starts wrapping the strip around the leg.

Xander nods, he has been watching them fix up the wound, he knows a little healing skills himself just never really used them much.

Richard snorts slightly, he has been mostly quiet as they work on him and then speaks, still out of it .."Where..am I..gain?" He is still aware this is not his cabin and that others are around him.

Cota nods, he smiles happy to learn healing "Healing is important..right nana..cause novice and even warriors should learn it....right?" He backs up a little, after the wound is bandaged and then answers "Redwall Abbey..it's nice here and beasts are friends....well most are"He frowns, PJ sure isn't but luckily PJ is not here.

Smiling, Angela finishes up the bandaging and secures it all around the ferret's leg. "Aye, 'tis one o' th'most important skills a beast can 'ave. No matterh whot ye choose t'do with yer life, 'twill serve ye well t'know some basic 'ealin'. Your grandmother DoraRose could tell you that." She just lets the younger mouse answer the question as she cleans her paws and checks the ferret over again to make sure she didn't miss any other injuries. "Xander, there is a pot o' stew on the fireplace. Please put me kettle back where it was and fill a bow with just the broth for our friend here."

Xander nods as he gets up and gets some of the broth and takes it over to Angela, he has been a lot more helpful around the abbey the past couple weeks, he then places the kettle back on the fire as he speaks "I know..little healing skills, probably should learn more"

Richard listens to the talking and seems a little more awake, but still not really completely knowing what's going on.."It's...warmer...someone musta...lit the fireplace, that was...was nice of em"

Cota smiles, he looks at the ferret "And redeall helps all beasts in need...right?" He looks at Xander and asks just out of the blue "Ya thinks you can teach me to be a warrior?"

Raising her gaze to the ceiling, Angela sighs and decides to just go with it. "Aye, some beast did light th'fire. I'm glad they did it, m'self." She goes to try and feed him a little broth. "Well, Cota, 'avin' Xander teach ye would be good. Get as many different styles as possible t' 'elp ye fight as best as ye can. I will say, though, DoraRose was 'opin' t'teach ye. 'Tis part of the 'eritage of yer family, to train one genereation t' the next 'ow t' be Warriors. While 'avin' Xander teach you would be good, I thought ye should also know what yer grandmother was plannin'."

Xander blinks "Ummm...I...."He frowns "I...maybe later on.Tis up to Dorarose and Angela and yeah family should teach you mainly, not me..I mean maybe..later onI can, I don't know"He hasn't really trained anyone, just kept an eye on training sessions and sparing with the few Defenders he has now.

Richard frowns "Warriors...blah....Oz ....is no..fighter, no he..he isn't...."He ends up falling asleep after sipping some of the broth, not too much but he will likely eat more later.

Cota listens and nods "Ok..."He smiles "Grandma wants to teach me?!" He is excited and then looks to the ferret confused "But that's not..."He frowns when he falls asleep and looks at Xander "Why did he call you Oz?"

Angela cocks an eyebrow as she sets down the bowl and goes to tuck the ferret in under the covers. "Cota, 'oney, Richard is very sick. 'E thinks Xander is Oz 'cause 'e's confused. Once 'is fever ain't so 'igh, 'e'll stop callin' 'im by th' wrong name." She shuffles over to the fireplace and sets the bowl where the soup will stay warm. "An' aye, 'Rose wants t'teach ye th' family ways. An' I'm sure she'll accept 'elp from Xander." The elderly mouse turns to the badger, a twinkle in her eyes. "'E's a right fine Warrior, if I do say so myself."

Xander seems surprised "I..I am?" He is silent and speaks "But I have..messed up a lot, I am not that great of a leader, I mean I am learning and I am not always good at saving beasts."He frowns "I let my best friend and my daughter...die, I couldn't save them and I have let myself go into bloodwrath...twice and the 2nd time I almost died cause of it..how..how am I a good..warrior?"

And in comes a certain and only beaver around "No one is perfect"That has been said many times, "If we all were perfect it likely be a very boring world indeed for most"

Cota smiles at the idea of being a warrior "And I can learn to protect others and..."Then a frown as he listens some to the talk."You..had a daughter?"

Sighing, Angela comes over to the badger and goes to put her paws as far up his arms as she can reach (since probably he's too tall and she's too short for her to reach his shoulders). "Xander, as Gorvenalus said, nobeast is perfect. I let meself be kidnapped by slavers, an when I finally escaped by poisonin' 'em an' I made it to Redwall, I learned that my daughter, 'er 'usband, and DoraRose and Emyuil's baby sister 'ad been murdered, all while I was prisoner." The old mouse picks up her staff and leans heavily on it, looking far older than she did just a few minutes ago. "Nobeast is perfect, son." She hobbles over to a rocking chair and slowly sits down. "We can't let regret keep us in th' past. You try your best. That is enough." She tugs a shawl off the back of the chair and wraps her shoulders up in it. "As f'r th' Bloodwrath....mayhap you should talk t'DoraRose 'bout that. She's told me she's fallen into it far more often than twice."

Xander nods "I...have heard of beasts besides badgers falling into it...I spoke to Ciocan of it, he said it's....not something that's good , but it can happen in battle sometimes usually something emotional triggers it...."He frowns, yeah his daughter dying was it for xander and before learning the beast that killed his mother was in front of him, he feels some tears fall "Maybe..maybe I can...I know it makes one like..stronger and like you feel far less pain but it also clouds the mind somewhat" He frowns "I didn't mean to bring up any bad memories, I'm sorry"

Gorvenalus nods "We all have had good and bad times in life and we let others help us through them, also some pains may fade but they never truly go away totally"

Cota sighs as he listens "Like...mom dying and beasts claiming father abandoned me, its wot PJ said, that's why I punched PJ in the jaw"And he did and he missed the snow badger event cause of it, they both did and they both fought and in front of the badger mother and abbot of all beasts to fight in front of.

Angela shakes her head. "Oh, ye're fine, Xander. Stop apologizin'." She gestures for her great-great-grandson to come to her so she can hug him. "PJ, huh? Don't believe I've met this rascal. 'E's wrong, y'know. Caleb would never abandon 'is family. DoraRose and Leon raised him an' yer aunt Lily too well."

Xander says, "I think he went to..Halyard or something, heard beasts talking bout it."He thinks "But he is still your father and he like left you in the care of Dora and Angela and Lacota""

Gorvenalus nods as he sits down"Family is always important, I am sure Caleb will stay in touch and maybe even come back after a while"

Cota nods, he hugs Angela, and looks at Xander "You..have family too...you have Mother Krisha...right?" He smiles a little "And..and the abbey is like...a large big family too"

Hugging the young mouse close, Angela lets the others answer his questions, simply resting in the embrace of family.

Xander smiles "Yeah...a large family, your right,they are and yeah Krisha is my...wife, so yeah family"

Gorvenalus nods , he smiles "I am glad your doing better Xander. I know beasts were concerned, and we all can still always help one another when needed"

Cota nods "Yeah...help each other."

Angela smiles a little wickedly. "An' I'm always ready t'tie uncooperative badgers to their beds if necessary." She's still herself. If life had been a little different, she probably would've been a Warrior, honestly.

Xander says, "I..I am better...Krisha is the only close family have now and I will always make sure she is ok"

Gorvenalus nods "And we all have the abbey as family as I said as well....so all is well today I hope since it seems so many are in here for some reason or other"

Cota says, "A ferret was brought in that needed a healer"

Angela nods. "Aye, Xander brought a ferret named Richard 'ere an' I made Cota learn paws-on. Just a regular day, Gorvenalus. But what brings ye in 'ere, m'friend? Do ye need 'elp with somethin'?"

Xander nods, he is sitting and just relaxing for now, not much really going on and the dibbuns have quieted down from the ...oh you or wow ect...this morning.

Gorvenalus just nods and glaces over "Not much, I sometimes see if help is needed in here, it's not always and that is good. I help with many things if asked, other than making sure abbey logs are kept and the library is in good shape"

Cota smiles "I am gonna learn healing stuff and have it help me be a warrior one day, not only protect my friends but also heal them if I can"

Angela waves a paw at a shelf full of books. "Some o' those are mine, but some o' them I found when I was cleanin' out a closet in 'ere th' other day. Take a look an' see whot ye think." She relaxes back in her chair and closes her eyes, looking contented, although she is in pain.

Xander stands "I am..gonna check on Krisha she seems extra tired today" He slips off

Gorvenalus nods "She is ok correct not overworking....."He shakes his head as the badger exits and nods to the books "They may be more useful here, I know the one beast has been writing some of the healing info from your books into some logs I believe, not sure if doing it for himself or not"

Cota says, "The one ferret....he seemed annoyed to copy the notes and said Nanan was..."He stops at that, let's not repeat words after all.

Angele smiles grimly. "Who, Nardo? 'E almost killed a beast by gettin' 'erbs mixed up, so I'm makin' 'im copy all of my herb books so 'e doesn't make that mistake again." She opens her eyes and looks sternly at her great-gret-grandson. "Whot 'as 'e beein callin' me?"

Gorvenalus nods, he was there "Yeah..he did, that was not a good thing either and he got very lucky, for more than one reason"

Cota frowns "He said you were just an old...hag...but your not, your nice and you help beasts and Nardo is just a meanie..."He frowns "Who he almost kill...why he still in the abbey?"

Angela's eyes flash, but she just goes to pat her descendant's shoulder. "Because 'twas an accident, son. Accidents 'appen, so I'm 'avin' 'im learn 'is herbs better so it doesn't 'appen again."

Gorvenalus frowns and clears his throat "You know..tea would be nice and some scones. who wants some?"

Cota smiles "Ya scones!!" He is ready for scones, maybe tea depending on what kind it is "Lets go Nana..and we can maybe see if there is any leftover pie"

Angela slowly stands, smiling softly. "Aye, tea sounds good. I 'ope there's some leftover pie, too. Lacota is a good baker....just don't tell 'im I said that." She follows her great-great-grandson down the stairs. She trusts the beaver will follow...

Gorvenalus smiles as he does, the infirmary is fine and if any healer is needed the novice healer on duty will surely tell them, but all remains fine and yummy scones are eaten, and leftover apple pie and tea

==Brother Gorvenalus doesn't show up right away,  but I logged all of this as seen it as important still ==

WHO:

Govenalus-Redwall Abbey Recorder

Xander-Leader of Mossflower Defenders

Krisha-Badger Mother of Redwall

Zeldove-Archer harein Mossflower Defenders

LOG:

Xander is looking at the papers he had yesterday, he is still figuring out just how to go about ihis idea.
   
Zeldove walks over and nods a hello "So...still gonna need me and Ewan to help with your snow badger helpers idea? I know Ewan seemed to not like the idea but I think I am getting him into a little mid winter spirit"   

Xander nods as he looks at the hare "Yes...I want to help Krisha, but like a surprise sort of help her"   

Zeldove grins "I like the idea and the whole outfit has jingle bells all over it, it's neat..not sure how to look more snow hare like though"
   
Xander chuckles "I have something for that and its easy to wash out of fur, don't worry."   

Zeldove asks, "Sounds interesting , so we have like a week right?"   

Xander nods "Yeah..a week..or maybe less or little more, I think."He sighs "She been busy and part of it is my fault, so this is a way to help"   

Zeldove tilts her head "Ya fault? How is it ya fault sur? I mean...busy time of the season right and like its been colder this winter."
   
Xander sighs and he leans back in his chair "Well...and it was an accident, the abbot fell down the steps, cause of...me pushing him. It happen so fast and at first I thought I..killed him, I am glad I didn't and..well..now he hates me or I think he hates me and I don't want him to hate me,I am sorry and want his forgiveness if, if he will give it to me"
   
Zeldove listens and her ears droop a little "Well it sounds like your sorry and, maybe he doesn't hate you and , if he does well boo to him.."She grins "The snow badger can leave him some coal"   

Xander asks, "Coal?" He has not heard that one before "Why would..."   

Krisha steps into the room and frowns "Why are you talking about coal?" She sound like she don't feel well right now sitting down where ever she can and rubbing her head, yep a headache seems at least.   

Zeldove looks up and answers "Yeah coal it..ummm"Think fast "is used to heat things sometimes and some beasts use it for like stoves..right?"   

Xander stands and lets her sit in the chair he has, "You ok Krisha, you look worn out." He is concerned and it shows in his voice.
   
Krisha nods after sitting down "Headache and likely a cold coming on, sometimes I hate winter and its been so cold this winter..I decided to let a couple beasts help get more firewood and they did just in case we would of run out before winter was over"   

Zeldove says, "I had a grandfather, he always had a stuffy nose and a cough in winter, got better in the spring usually...well this past spring he didn't...so..."She changes the subject "So yea winter can be a bally well thing ta hate, or love cause of midwinter stuff!"
   
Xander shakes his head and hmmms "I know..tea I can make you some, thanks to Uncle Zee and Uncle Oz I know a lot of different types and even made one of my own..a sort of lemon honey one, good for winter season"   

Krisha smiles "Sure..tea sounds nice just"She frowns "May have to skip the get ready for the snow badger thing..I mean I have to tend to some other things ..sadly enough"   

Zeldove frowns "But the dibbuns would be so sad, you cant have sad dibbuns its not allowed"   

Xander gets the tea and returns "No...you know wot, I can find you help, one less worry thar ya go"He offers the tea he mentioned and a wild berry scone cause you need scones with tea.   

Krisha takes the tea and drinks it, nibbles the scone "You....would find someone...I know maybe Gorvenalus?"
   
Xander nods "He can help sure" And he is correct,the beaver can let him know what usually goes on, or least where to find things needed like small toys or those knitted hates and gloves, otherwise he is gonna help big time either way,might even dress up too."Look Krisha, rest ok and don't worry on the snow badger event, its fine...you have things I know Benar wants you to do and Badgermother things and dealing with some things cause of Ferro's shop"   

Zeldove asks, "That recorder fellow? I can help find him,where is he...he is like good at finding things in the library"
   
Krisha drinks her tea and ends up falling asleep, stupid headache and stuffy nose is annoying and she has some stress also.   

Xander nods, he excuses himself long enough to get Krisha to her bed and let a healer look at her, just to make sure she is ok and comes back down "Ok...so we are doing this Snow Badger day, a couple snow hare helpers were found by me and I am gonna have an outfit too...I mean maybe the snow badger has fellow badgers help as well, ya know to get lists done"   

Zeldove says, "of course he has fellow badgers help...badgers to carry sacks of goodies and earlier it was a story I heard that bad dibbuns get like coal..good ones get candy and gifts....though think all but like evil vermin get things anyways cause the Snow Badger is nice like that"   

Xander nods "Well uncle Oz knew someone who made like hates and gloves and sometimes little wooden toys like tops and such..like every season and I am unsure where to find them so gonna ask Brother Gorvenalus if its written down or wot"   

Gorvenalus made his way from the library, he had just did some dusting and strightening up so had some dust on his robes.
   
Xander smiles "Just the abbey beast I wanted to see.I need to find some info out, please"
   
Gorvenalus asks, "That would depend on what info, I do not know everything there is to know after all, but might know who does, what is it you need Xander?"

Xander smiles"Where did Uncle Oz get his stuff for Snow badger done? I know he did something or knew a beast that always helped out I managed to get Ewan and Zedove to help me as snow hares and I may dress up too, ya know snow badger helpers to check on the dibbuns and other beasts, see if they been good and encourage them to be good. Lacota can make cookies and have cider, or greensap milk...maybe hot chocolate, candy nuts even. A story and I know a story from Uncle Oz and Uncle Zee both to use"   

Gorvenalus says, "I can help" He heads offf and returns a few moments later with a couple scrolls "Lucky I was asked to stay in touch with a couple beasts, one is in the abbey for winter due to the cold, they make the gloves and hats, and the other lives in the woods not to far, I would suggest I go with you, Richard can be...a bit of a grump,but nice. He makes little wooden tops and corn silk dolls, blocks and such and even gift wraps them very nicely.I have stayed in touch with both and the adress and names are on there as well, I do hope that helps"
   
Xander grins "It helps a lot, thank you Gorvenalus, thanks a lot."He gets the scrolls and looks at them before rolling them up "In fact will take care of this soon. Want to do the snow badger thing soon"   

Gorvenalus says, "I am glad to help, its a good thing to do this time of the seasons and beasts do enjoy it, mostly dibbuns but others as well"
   
Xander nods as he smiles, "Yeah it is good and Its the one thing I like during winter season"   

Krisha in, with a frown and a cough.Great this stuffy nose and now cough is getting annoying and she has too much to do to rest much.   

Gorvenalus smiles "Now if you excuse me I am gonna get a nap in" He starts to head off and sees the Badgermother "Mother Krisha, hello...are you doing ok today?"   

Xander walks over to Krisha "Yeah, you ok love?You should maybe rest"   

Krisha manages a smile as she sits but still has a headache "I..could be better and I can't rest.I have too much to do..I mean today I had a couple extra classes to make up for cause I didn't do them a couple days ago."
   
Gorvenalus steps over "I can assume what ever is needed for Abbot duties, and I will not take no as an answer, I have nothing really to do the next 3-4 days." He does check her to make sure she is ok, as he is a healer also.   

Xander stays close by and nods "Yeah and...I found someone to help with the snow badger...event" He doesn't say whom or what all he had planed."And I know the story I can tell it"   

Krisha nods "Fine..."She mainly just has a stuffed up nose and very slight sore throat, yeah a headache but no fever..."Story is..fine"She sighs as it seems, to her, thats all that will happen a story and maybe cookies if she is lucky."And ok Brother Gorvenalus, its mainly just checking things, speaking with a spice merchant that was due today or tomorrow with some needed spices, I can give you the list and prices to have, if can go lower that be great, other than that Benar can do paperwork now and some simple things he has been out of his room a little bit"   

Gorvenalus nods as he steps back "Alright, I suggest you take a day off, it will be fine. Sister Ginny can watch the dibbins and Sister Anna can help"   

Xander nods as he smiles "A day off willl be good Krisha and things will be fine, no worries"   

Krisha says, "Fine...a rest, one day and the rest of today"It was just after lunch so it should be good, "Sound fair?"

Gorvenalus says, "Yes sounds fair, starting now in fact so off to bed"   

Xander nods in agreement, he wants to make sure she gets some rest and he can better do some things to help with a night to get ready for the Snow Badger!   

Krisha sighs, but nods and stands to go on to her room, she will get some rest, for half a day today and a full day tomorrow.   

Gorvenalus nods his approval and looks to Xander "Well looks like I am busy, but that's ok. I like helping and most likely would of just been bored the rest of the week"   

Xander says, "And I will need to get to finding and speaking to the two beasts you mentioned on Snow Badger things..I want it to go well and be, well..something to remember"
   
Gorvenalus smiles "Go on then before you forget..Cathy is a mole, but she speaks common....she is the one that knits hats and such, and Richard is a ferret, but he is good and has been an abbey friend for a good while, he is a hermit,you mention me you should be fine, if your worried take...let's see, hmms who be good oh I know..Ewan with you"   

Xander nods "Not worried and sure Ewan can tag along, sides might be good to have him along and I can mention you sent me"
   
Gorvenalus nods and heads off, he has some things to do now that he volunteered to do them.

Who:

Zolomon- Corporal, Runner and Archer in the LP

Terrance- Sargent and Fighter in the LP

Some various spoofed privates and recruits in the LP

LOG:

Since about mid-morning hares of the second division have been in the training room, the late start due to finalizing the new promotions - mainly getting the proper uniform fitted. Terrence's had a slight delay with his, but he now stood watching a group of privates drill. The sergeant was leaning on a stick that served as a mock polearm, and he was barking out corrections and orders at the hares. "Mind your feet! What in the blazes are you doing there, Harolds? Bloody-well dancing?! KEEP YOURSELF ON THE GROUND! This isn't boxing, wot!"

Zolomon was still getting used to the new uniform and the fact he even got a promotion.The new uniform looks very nice in fact. He walks into the room and watches the training going on, he did have a running drill with some recruits before he came to the training room, got cleaned up and came down.

"No-" The sergeant splutters at hares again, incredulous. "Don't leap like a bloody frog!/ESPECIALLY YOU, HAROLDS!/" With a sigh Terrence mutters much quieter as he rubs his temples, "I daresay you lot need to work on that..." Turning away from the group of four, he spies the corporal, waving him over with a wry grin. "So, corporal, how was the run this morning?"

"The run went fairly well, had one recruit keep falling flat on their face" Zolomon sighs as she finds a chair and sits down, he did yell at the recruit and then the recruit cried, it ended where he just told them to go back and do something else instead. "But otherwise, fairly good morning, wot"

Though nodding at Zolomon's words, the sergeant's attention seems to be on the group of four hares again. "Did he- bah, never mind it." Temporally giving up hope for them, Terrence turns back to the corporal, an eyebrow raised. "Kept falling, wot? Do you think it could've been anything besides the recruit's, say, clumsiness?"

Zolomon shrugs, "I don't know, maybe not used to stand. I admit it did take some getting used to for me too at first, but one must know how to run on sand, even and even uneven land and may be wise to make sure hares are good swimmers as well"

"Maybe. Sand is the devil..." The sergeant replies, leaning on his stick. "And water's worse." Terrence looks thoughtful, mulling the words over. "Do you know if their boots fit them properly?"

Zolomon hmm ms "May be something good ta check maybe, didn't think of it." He has some things to learn, and he will learn them, the leadership role is new after all but no one is perfect their few days.

Terrence rolls his shoulders, loosening them. "Might be worth making sure in the future, wot." The group of four hares had started to look better, having stopped using jumping as a ways to dodge. "If you want my advice, Zolomon," Peering over his spectacles, the sergeant offered a small smile, "I'd suggest not being all that hard on your squad - you still have to be their friend, after all."

Zolomon listens as he nods in reply "Their..friend, got it sur. I suppose they would listen better but one does still have to be, somewhat hard on them at times I think"

"Yes, at times." Terrence replies, gesturing for the corporal to follow him over to observe another group of hares practicing on dummies. "They absolutely should listen to you and that shouldn't be a problem with any private, wot. However that doesn't seem to be the case - in the marsh there was quite a bit of lets say /struggle/ for half the privates to listen - yourself included, wot." He chuckles, "Don't forget that you are still a part of them, technically at least."

Zolomon frowns, yes he remembers getting a little too caught up in the game, but at least he did get away and helped them know where cages were, how far a food storage was and the main place where toads seem to hang out. He nods "Yes.perhaps a little too into the find what was needed game, but your right." He adds after a moment "We, got lucky I believe. It could have ended worse than it did. Its very possible I could easily be not even standing here and instead be in the dark forest. Ambushes can happen anywhere really. I. I remember one when me and the Defender group came to the mountain to get help, we didn't know we were followed by assassins and the assassins came really early in the morning.I had.left the ship to do something, forgot wot now and came back to see the others captured.I likely would have charged in and tried ta save de day but lucky his Lordship and a couple hares were on the beach at the time and stopped me, lucky no one died in that, again.luck but luck doesn't always bally well happen"He frowns at another memory, he wasn't there but had read a report left on a table." Even...higher ranking hares can be ambushed"

The sergeant nods here and there at Zolomon's words, his eyes on the training hares. At that last bit, however, he snorts. "Indeed they can, wot!" Terrence points with his stick to the practicing hares in front of them. "High ranking or not, the best way to deal with ambushes is proper coordination and cooperation. An infantry square has a higher chance of outlasting the enemy even when surrounding, wot."

Zolomon listens and watches the training, "True sur. I would say let's hope for no ambushes to happen but that's why it pays to always be alert. Be alert even on days off I say"Not that he will likely have as many days off now that he is a Cordial. "I am likely gonna be in bed late due to some paperwork later, nothing too major of course."

"I'm sorry to say that late nights are going to be a common occurrence for you." There's a sympathetic look on Terrence's as he turns to the corporal. "And it's just going to get worse and worse the more you climb, wot." The hares in front of them had finished, exhaustedly staggering over towards the water barrel. "As for alertness - well, I don't think you need worry all that much about that, least ways not here in the mountains, wot!"

Zolomon smiles "I know not here but outside. I still stay alert though, just in case never know when..." And his one ear catches a gasp as he manages to spin around and catch a recruit before they fall face forwards to the floor, another recruit backs away and mutters a sorry for bumping into a stand where a barrel knocked over and bumped into the private, who bumped into Solomon almost.Lucky the barrel didn't have too much water in it, maybe 1/10th of the way full and...well know its less."You ok there Jade?" He gets a nod and a muttered sorry again. As well as a sorry from the other private that made the barrel fall in the first place.

Terrence watches the whole thing while suppressing a laugh. "Woah there, buckos -and good catch, corporal." Walking over to peer into the barrel, he adds, "I daresay this needs refilling now, wot. Any volunteers?" The sergeant turns back to face the other hares, his waiting for any takers.

The hares seem to look at one another and grow silent. Solomon speaks up "Ok.maybe the one that knocked it over? Seems fair right?" He gets a sigh and a nod "Right sur." It seems the barrel will be filled back up soon, Zolomon meanwhile is still getting used to being called sur, it wasn't something he really been called when he was a Private First Class by any recruits or even Privates, just today has the sur title kicked in. He smiles and nods to the Sergeant "Think that worked out good."

"Seems so, wot." The sergeant nods in approval to Zolomon, watching the water fetcher leave. "Come on, corporal, time for you to train with a squad." Terrence starts toward the largest area for training, calling over his shoulder, "Jade, Harolds, come along to."

Zolomon nods as he follows "Yes sur" There will always be someone to say sur to, the only one who never has to say sur to anyone, that was here anyways, was the Badger Lord. "So where to?"

Waving another two hares over, the sergeant stops on the edge of the training ring. "Right here, Zolomon. Practice getting these four," He gestures to Jade, Harolds, and the two newcomers, "Into formation, line, marching, and whatever else you think to do - grab those mock spears, in the barrel there." He points to it were it sits by the ring, full of sticks wrapped in cloth for padding. "And practice your jabs, wot. Be quick as well."

Zolomon nods as he listens to what is said and looks to the 4 hares who seem to wait on some instructions "Alright." He gets a spear and spins it once and grins, he then clears his throat, serious time "Ok.let's do this get into a line of two each first, be quick now and hold the spears like this" He does know how to hold a spear and shows how to back up and jab forwards" A simple weapon, easy enough ta learn, maybe not always the best in a large fight but when one doesn't have a blade it can still save a life and block another weapon."

"Personally, corporal, I'd argue a solid line of spears can't be beaten in a large fight, wot!" Terrence chimes in, leaning on his stick as he watches, "But carry on." Some of the other hares who had recently finished their exercise come to to spectate.

Zolomon nods, he is learning as he really hasn't used a spear except maybe once." Ok.it is true a spear can cause a lot of damage to an enemy." He nods for one of them to stab at him, and he blocks the spear and smiles "Also good to know how to block a weapon and then quickly aim and stab again." He says this as he steps back, ok he needs some work on formation as it was usually a point on where he would go, this is the first of making sure others know where to go and making sure they do so correctly.

Terrence nods. "Damage and /reach./ Corporal, try working together, wot-" the sergeant stands up straight, setting his spear against a table. "Cover each other, guard your squad-mates sides and backs." he waves a few hares from those watching to himself. "I'll send in another group for you lot to spar with once you get the hang of working together - and leading them, Cpl. Zolomon."

Zolomon nods, he takes a deep breath and looks to the hares in the group "Ok, back-to-back and spears out, always stay alert to things around ya. Your need to listen and keep your eyes open at all times when in a fight or battle." He smiles as he starts to get the hang of it. He can get used to this, it will take some trial and error but no one is perfect at something when they first start. Beasts try and try again and practice a lot.

"Try to move around with that, wot!" The sergeant suggests, turning to the hares around him. They're discussing something that Zolomon and the others in the ring can't hear. Terrence nodding, walks over to the barrel of weapons and picks out for himself a shorter stick with a crude hilt - a wooden sword of sorts, wrapped up in cloth and padding. He hasn't set paw in the area yet.

Zolomon nods, he is paying attention to getting the 4 hares he is in charge of to work together, he sighs once and then tries again and smiles as it starts to work "That's good, we are doing better guys, remember you help one another and protect one another from threats in a fight.we are a team."

The sergeant and the hares he picked out are now standing just outside of the area, all holding mock-clubs or swords: it seems the goal is to imitate most vermin groups. Terrence, offering a small grin to the corporal, raises his padded-blade up, uttering a single word. "CHARGE!" He swings the stick down, pointing towards Zolomon and the four hares working together. The sergeant's group of about six in all rush forward with almost no coordination on purpose - they're sticking to their act as vermin. One hare with what appears to be a stick with a pillow on top of it runs ahead at Zolomon's group, raising the fake weapon high. "YAAAARGH!" He yells, swinging down, trying to break the five hares apart. The rest of Terrence's group are about two yards behind, pounding towards the corporal and others with yells of their own.

Zolomon acts fast and blocks one of the wooden swords, 3 of the 4 hares do fairly well blocking and even knock backwards a couple of the vermin acting hares. One hair falls down and earns a tap to the chest, in a real battle he would be dead. Solomon steps closer to the 3 hares left as the one that was mock killed is unsure what to do and crawls away and sits on a chair to watch and frowns, likely glad it's not a real battle with real vermin.

After the initial charge in which the hare with the club and the one who had mocked-killed the private had been taken out by the corporal's group, those left of Terrence's 'Vermin' back away, keeping some distance between themselves and Zolomon & co. "Come on, you lot!" The sergeant barks at his four remaining hares, "There's only four of them! CHARGE!" There's an answer of, "YAAAR!" From the others before once again the sergeant rushes forward, this time leading. His mock-blade is point outwards, and he jabs at the center of Zolomon and the three others.

Zolomon dislikes close fighting, even when he knows this is a mock training fight. He is still focused and ready to protect the 3 hares with him as if it was a real fight. He blocks a spear and a blade just barely with his spear.He nods to the ones with him "Come on now.together! Work together!" This seems to help the hares on his side to better block and sidestep any attacks and point out the spears as one fighting beasts when they are 3. Zolomon helps them as well, quick on the foot paws as he does avoid most hits, one tap on the shoulder but the shoulder doesn't count as a death move, a tap to the neck or chest would though as he aims to do that to whomever is closer. He also tries to make sure he knows where everyone is.

The corporal efforts pay off - only two 'vermin' remaining are Terrence and another. The hares who had been tapped move to sit next to the others outside the ring to watch the mock-battle play out. "Well, looks like this is the end, eh?" The sergeant muttered grimly to his fellow, who nods. "Try to go left and I'll go right, wot!" The two split, and, true to his word, Terrence circles around to right, trying to get behind Zolomon and the others - the remaining vermin does the same on the left.

Zolomon keeps focused, ever focused as there is him and 3 left in his group. Wait make that him and two as he nods and blocks another hit "Work.as...one"He repeats and him and the 2 hares with him do so, working together to get at least one -vermin- out.

And the sergeant goes down, falling to the jabs of Zolomon and the others. Terrence rolls away from them, exciting the arena to join the other 'dead' hares. However, even as he does so, the last of the sergeant's 'vermin' leaps at the backs of the corporal and those close, swiping wildly with a mock-sword, letting out one last war cry, "YAAAARGH!"

Zolomon blocks one as they were about to -take out- one of the hares he has left, A frown forms as he sees and feels the spear on his throat and sighs, leaving the two hares that was with him "Work together....in battle even if a group leader.An  official goes down you do not panic, panicking is not good"It seems to help as the two get back to finish off the remaining vermin in this mock fight and then sit as they surely look very worn out now.

Their last opponent hits the ground with a loud grunt, beset as he is with the two spears. Terrence stands from where he had been sitting crossed-legged and taking a drink of water, offering it to Zolomon as the corporal comes out. When the fight's over, the sergeant claps his paws together. "Alright then, good show and all that, wot." He steps into the ring, looking around at the hares gathered. "Now, what do you think about what just happened, eh?"

Zolomon speaks "A lot of action, I think at first it was a little chaotic, but then we started working as a team" One hare frowns "Little..scary, but not as much suppose because it wasn't like a real..fight"

"Yes," Terrence says, nodding, "I will say more of you went down than I thought would, wot. Certainly was better once you started working together." He turns to face Zolomon and the rest. "There's a technique with spears that usually can help reduce losses and I'd wager scariness, wot." He smiles. "Most basic form of it is two ranks of hares shoulder to shoulder with spears, with the front line kneeling to brace for a charge."

Zolomon nods as he listens to Terrance "I am learning, slowly and likely will learn more as I go..I mean no one is perfect at something when they first start out"He chuckles "Even leaders are not perfect at first, they learn as well"

"Well corporal," The sergeant steps out, heading towards the water barrels, "I don't expect you to be perfect, wot! Just competent." He adds with a wink. Taking a long draft of water, Terrence looks at all the hares around him. "Alright then, think that's enough today - we can start again tomorrow with a sunrise run, eh?" The groans of those gathered echo throughout the room.

Zolomon chuckles, he is use to rising with the sun, just not so much sleeping when the sun goes down much and likely hardly at all now. "Well breakfast is always best after a good run and some training I always say"