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CHARACTERS:  Ace, a male hedgehog.  Jacenta, a female hare.  Felicity, a female hare.

LOG:

ON THE WESTERN SHORELINE, NEAR SALAMANDASTRON

Ace has had a rotten past few months, an even worse past few days. He is not sure how he managed to get away, but he did.Getting to a lifeboat off a slave ship and having the boat sink is not fun. It was bad enough the ferret and a weasel tried to follow him, well they died and he took their weapon. He finally make it to the shore  on some broken planks, took a couple steps and then collapses onto the sand as sea gulls get interested and circle him as he groans... "Just...me...luck"

Jacenta walks along the beach and sighs, "Get the supplies...why me..note to self never look bored Gin.." She then gasps as she sees someone on the sand and carefully walks closer to bend down and check on them, she looks up at the gulls and frowns.Gulls are not something she wants to fight with right now.

Felicity is out on a walk.  She has changed out of her new Corporal's uniform into one of her casual outfits -- she's already tired of not only having the Recruits looking to her for orders, but now the Privates are, too!  The haremaid scowls deeply as she continues on her way down the beach, not noticing the plight of the others just yet....

Ace groans, yep this proves he is alive  as he rolls onto his back and looks at the hare, but he isn't showing signs of trying to sit up as he coughs roughly and frowns.His throat sort of dry and he looks ...well horrible right now.

Jacenta bends down and had started to take a pulse and blinks "Oh!" She gets her canteen and offers him some water "Here....drink, slowly chap.."She looks around for anyone else, signs of trouble or anything before its back to him, there is the gulls though,"Are you..able to walk any sir?"

Felicity's ears perk at the sound of talking, and she looks over at the hare and hedgehog before she walks over.  Eyeing the gulls, who are crying their calls as they circle, she unwinds her sling from around her waist, slips the loop around her wrist, and places a rock in the tongue.  "I say, what's 'appenin' ovah 'ere, wot?"  She swings her sling in a couple of lazy circles, ready to speed up and fire off the stone should one of the dumb sea birds makes a move towards them.

Ace frowns, he coughs as he drinks some much needed water and only manages to sit up. He tries to speak as one of the sea gulls start to dive at them but he is too weak to draw the dagger or sword he has.

Jacenta frowns and goes to move the hedgehog as carefully as she can to avoid a sea gull "Stupid...foul birds...I hate sea gulls"

Felicity speeds up the twirling of her sling and, keeping the rock in the tongue, goes to slam it into the gull's head, using her sling as if it was a flexible club. "Get 'im to the mountain as quick as possible, Private, an' I'll do m'best to keep the gulls away. An' I'm a Corporal, so that's an ordah, wot! You just worry 'bout 'im -- I'll keep us SAFE!" She whacks at another gull, shouting the last word as a battle cry. She should've worn her uniform. Curses on all the things!   

Ace manages to weakly sort of stand, a gull gets close and then another.  One gull sort of flips backwards and another stops only to circle again "Gullss...dangerous lass.."He coughs roughly and leans against the hare helping him out of the area, where ever that is he could care less just so its not here anymore.   

Jacenta nods, she would salute but she is using both paws to hold up the hedgehog carefully and then help him limp towards the mountain, she tries to keep focus and not look back towards where Felicity and the gulls are now, likely one could follow or they may all stay back there and she is clearly not taking any chances on it either way.  "Come on..sur..we can get you inside...and some propar help."

Felicity is backing up slowly, keeping up with the other 2 beasts and facing the gulls.  Whirling her sling, she keeps tabs on them all as best as she can, ready to smack any that get close again.  "'Ow on Eahrth can y'dumb birds be so /stupid/?"  She scolds them.  "'M threatenin' to beat y'brains in, an' y'just followin' along.  Not even vermin are that dumb, wot!"  Peering over her shoulder, the Runner makes sure she isn't about to trip over the beasts she's trying to protect, then turns back to her enemies.

Ace looks at the sea gulls, most are smart and one isn't that smart and still tries to attack the hares , while the rest of the gulls decide fish are more worthwhile for now.

Jacenta frowns and manages to go a little faster as she helps the hedgehog along and closer to the mountain entry "We are almost jolly well thar sur, and we can get you looked at..some food and water as well"

Felicity bares her teeth at the idiotic gull and goes to hit it over the head as hard as she can with her rock-filled sling!!  "Take THAT!"  Glancing around, she notices that most of the birds are gone and shouts, "Aye, tha's whot smart beasts do!  Run from tha Long Patrol!  We give nor take surrendah, wot!!"  Glancing behind her again, she says, "Aye, let's get 'im to the Infirm, an' then I'll make sure t'get 'im some decent food."  Keeping a lookout for more gulls, she goes to shepherd them into the mountain as soon as they can get there.

Ace looks ready to pass out again but stays awake.The one sea gull is hit and falls to the sand...hmmms seems the sea gull's friends come to check on him....no wait...never mind guess he is dinner, how nice

Jacenta quickly gets them to the opening and then they head inside and towards the infirm

IN THE SALAMANDASTRON INFIRMARY

Once they are safely inside, Felicity hurries off to get some food from the kitchens, explaining as much as needed.  She can catch up to them in a few minutes.  Every hare in the mountain knows where the Infirmary is, after all.  So she's in the kitchens right now, getting food.....

Ace limps to a cot and then lays down. He has some cuts,bruises..old scars on his back and sides, a couple fresher ones on his arm and a scar on his face. His clothing is tattered as he coughs and he is just weak and lost some weight "I am..A.."He coughs "Ace..of.." He is just tired, and seems to just be glad he is elsewhere and on a bed as he manages a weak smile "A..real...bed...been too long..."

Jacenta frowns as she examines him and gasps.  She decides to not ask as she has an idea "This is...you are safe now Sur Ace..were there any others? Do you have...friends we can find?" Though she seems upset she even asked, his friends could all be dead or  likely enslaved. She gets something to help clean his wounds a little and asks another hare to find something he can wear that's dry, it may not be the best but it will be a dry outfit.

The door opens and admits a trolley laden with food being pushed by the Corporal.  "Apparently, 'we rescued a starvin' beast who's possibly an escaped slave,' is the best way to get loads o' food when 'tisn't mealtime, wot!"  She rolls the trolley up and focuses on dishing up food.  "'M'name's Felicity, by the way.  Welcome to Salamandastron!"  She is NOT looking at him right now.  There are reasons that she is not a Healer.

Ace nods weakly as he lays there, letting the healer tend to him best she can.  He has a tattoo of a simple black rose....though it looks like he may of tried to get it off a couple times as it's scarred in a couple places where cuts were made.  He is for sure hungry and thirsty, so before he is giving a better idea of whom he is, he is gonna eat some of that food and drink, coughing some. He will also let the healer help him best she can 'til he does finally reply after a short while "Ace.....I am..." He frowns "I was...in Mossflower Defenders...I suppose could...still be, never left..not on purpose that bloody...stoat and his friends...took me captive...and then sold me to some slime toad who made me be on a ship....well I ESCAPED...I did..showed them..stupid slaver bands"   

Jacenta listens as she tends to his wounds, even looking at old ones and bandaging what is needed.  She finds an over size shirt he can wear and some slightly baggy pants as she frowns "I ...hate hearing of slavers.....wait...Mossflower..Mossflower Defenders?"

Felicity keeps her eyes on the food.  "Mossflowah Defendahs?  Why, Xandah an' a few o' them 'ad come to seek aid against some dumb stoat who's tryin' to take ovah Redwall!  M'Lord Ciocan took a huge chunk o' the Long Patrol t'go 'elp them.  They left a few weeks ago."  She refills his plate when it gets empty, then digs in to the food she dished up for herself.  There's a plate for the Healer for when she's done.

Ace eats some more after getting a change of clothing and sits still while being bandaged "Ormaz...he is the leader of that...horde...dangerous beast, insane, has insane followers..." He sighs as he lays down "I...should be helping not...in some infirm."  He looks at his arm and snorts "Some...cat helped too....makes the slavers have this....marks us as hers she claimed. foul feline....I  hope your Badger Lord and the hares help smash all those slavers into the ground."

Jacenta listens as she finishes up and steps back to get some food and nods "Yes...A Xander was here, with some others...an otter...a hare, a rabbit and a hamster maybe...I stayed as they needed healers here still and seems 'tis good I did...and I am sure they will have a victory against those foolish slavers and come back here to tell us wot we blooming missed...as for getting ta your friends you need to heal first and recover and that will take a...a while"

Felicity smirks slightly.  "Oh, don't worry.  We absotively /'ate/ slavahs.  There won't be any standin' by the time our Lordship an' the 'ares 'e took with 'im are through, I can guarantee that!"  She obviously has no doubts about the Long Patrol winning.  They do every time, after all. Finally looking up, she smiles a real smile.  "Listen to the 'Ealer, friend.  They tend to know what's best, even when their patients don't like it."

Ace sighs as he lays back, tried now and frowns,"I hope..Redwall and me friends be ok...I have missed them."

Jacenta nods and hmmms "Maybe we can get a message to them somehow, let them know their friend is here"

Felicity taps her chin with a finger, thinking. "Hmm....well, that eagle that came with 'em left the same time they did, I think, an' gulls won't evah 'elp us with that kinda stuff. 'M not sure 'ow else to get the message to them...." Looking at the hedgehog, she smiles and adds, "I'm sure they've missed you, too. I bet they searched for you. That seems the kind o' beast Xandah is. As for them being okay......" She sighs. "I 'ope so, too. Redwall's nevah fallen for long, and they 'ave a Badgah Lord and a contingent o' the Long Patrol 'eaded their way with the intent to 'elp them. The odds are certainly in their favah, I dare say."

Ace nods as he frowns "I will...head back once I am able to"Yeah when ever that is as he sighs and leans back onto the cot and smiles"Having a bed again..is much better than hey or a stone floor or some horrible boat bench"

Jacenta smiles "Your safe here sur, no worries and maybe the Recorder knows a way ta get a message to them, or maybe he doesn't....but I am sure your see your friends when you are healed and feeling a lot better. They will surely be glad to see you again"

Felicity's knees start bouncing up and down. She's eaten her fill, and now her hyperactivity is telling her that she needs to move. So she's moving. A little. "Oh, yeah, Quinten or one o' the othah Recordahs might know o' somethin' we can do. Good idea!" She starts gathering up the dirty dishes (most of which are empty) and putting them on the trolley. "I bet just bein' 'ere an' bein' free is bettah than whot you've 'ad to put up with for a while now," she says gently.

Ace nods "Being a slave is....not good lass, tis horrible life and its good to finally be..free"

Jacenta frowns as she listens "Most likely a nightmare....but" She smiles "No slavers here just food, friends and a place to jolly well get better, to recover and rest"

They left when Ace fell asleep.
And went to THE COMMON ROOM!

Felicity enters the common room and collapses onto a couch. Her walk turned out to be a rescue mission, and now she just wants to relax! Reaching over, she grabs some darts from under the couch and starts throwing them at a nearby target. Her aim is pretty good, actually.   

Jacenta sits down and yawns "I say....I wonder where he had been before he came here.....being a slave had to be...so horrible"   

Felicity continues with her darts game, scowling slightly. "Oh, aye. I've 'elped rescue some othah slaves, and it boggles me mind the things they endure. I can't even undertsand it." She rolls off the couch into a standing position and retrieves he darts.

~*END*~

Thanks for reading!

(I wasn't sure if this should go in here or the RP Chat, so I just decided to stick it here.)

Y'all are probably thinking that this has to do with some kind of OOC MUCK drama.  Or maybe I'm quitting the MUCK.  Or maybe it's about the LP post thing under the RP Chat.  Or perhaps I've even had some trouble with another player being a jerk.

It's none of those things at all, although it does affect how I might respond to them.

The reason that I just can't right now started back around the time of July 4th of this year.  My outdoor cat got a weird injury, but we thought he'd get better. 

But then it got infected.  As some of you know, my family can't afford internet at home or air conditioning.  We also can't afford vet bills, so we had to hope that he would get better.  I got in contact with a local nonprofit to see if they could help us.  But so was like 90% of the people in our area, apparently, because they couldn't arrange a time to help us until this month.  In the meantime, my kitty just got sicker and sicker.

Then he disappeared for a week.  I was frantic, and had no idea what to do.  Had he been taken to the vet without my family knowing?  Had he been hit by a car in another block?  Had someone intentionally killed him (there are evil people in my neighbourhood who abuse cats, so that's entirely a possibility)?  He was missing for a week.

But then he came back this past Monday, so weak he could barely walk, so injured he couldn't eat, wouldn't drink.  We did all we could to alleviate his suffering and keep the flies away.  But by this morning he was dead.

I've felt so helpless for the past 2 months, and now.....I'm not even sure what I'm feeling.
And I'm not sure I have what it takes to do much on here right now.

I know there are some forums posts that I need to look at, people are probably anxiously waiting for me to respond to the LP post, I probably have approximately 1 trillion pmails I need to read.....but I just can't.  At least not today.  I'll do my best to read logs, but that's about all I feel up to doing today.  I'm sorry.  I'll try to RP tomorrow; I'm not sure how well I'll do, but I'll try.  Maybe after RPing for a little bit, I'll feel up to checking out those forums posts.

And of course my cat suffering to death is just the latest IRL thing to be thrown at me.  This week has been terrible....

And before anyone says anything, please watch this video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1Evwgu369Jw It's only about 3 minutes long.  There are a couple of longer ones out there that are her whole talk to a group about empathy and blame and stuff, which are also very good.  But I think that short video is a good place to start for people who want to try and help someone feel better.  Just please don't be the antelope/goat thing; nobody likes her

And now I have to go email the lady at the nonprofit and let her know that my kitty doesn't need help anymore.....

Everything is terrible.  Let me cry in peace </3 :'(

SCENE: Gatehouse loft, Redwall Abbey (it ICly happened on Sunday September 9th, 2018)

CHARACTERS:  DoraRose, a female mouse.  Emyuil, a male mouse.

LOG:
A rainy Sunday afternoon.  DoraRose usually loves this type of weather, but since the horde of villains came and set Redwall under siege, the Gatekeeper has been miserable.  The only satisfaction she gets from the rain is the hope that the evil creatures parked outside her home are getting soaked due to unsatisfactory shelter.  As the rain beats against the walls of the great sandstone Abbey, the Warrior is up in the Gatehouse loft, doing pushups, her sleeveless shirt showing off her bulging muscles with every move she makes.  With how sweaty she is, she probably has been at this for a while.

There's a knock on the loft hatch, just loud enough to be heard.  "Hey 'rose," comes Emyuil's muffled voice from below the hatch. "You wanted to talk to me?"

Laying down on the floor, DoraRose breathes deeply.  "Yeah....yeah, come on in."  She rolls onto her back and stares at the ceiling.  How many times has she stared at this ceiling at night since Leon died, unable to sleep without him there beside her?  How many times has she counted the beams, the sandstone blocks, the....well, there wasn't a cobweb there a week ago.  She scowls at it.

Emyuil comes up into the room, swearing softly when he almost whacks his head on the loft door.  He sits down on the floor next to his sister, his gaze travelling up to the cobweb as well. "I hate this rain," he mutters.  "Bad enough to not be able to travel around Mossflower until that horde is sorted out, but now we're stuck indoors too."

Giving her brother a look, DoraRose blinks.  "Why can't you go out in the rain?  Lily and I used to do it all the time....and my daughter loves to do that, too..." she sits up and pulls her knees to her chest.  Wrapping her arms around her legs, she adds, "I wanted to tell you...about Lily.  My daughter."  Tears have already started forming in her eyes.  "I took her to visit Marek back in June.....we got to the tavern, and he and Nightbreath were all tense.  There was danger in the room.  I let Lily hug Marek, then Blisa took her home and they spent the day drawing....the danger revealed itself to be Ormaz."  A tear spills down the Warrior's cheek as her jaw clenches.  "He threatened her just because she's his brother's friend.  Emyuil, he threatened her!"  She's turned to her brother now, slamming a fist into the floor, her voice rising in volume.

Emyuil's eyes widen, then he clenches both paws into fists. "He's dead," he hisses. "I'll tear him apart. Piece by piece, until there's nothing left that could ever hurt anyone."  He feels rage burning him from the inside, demanding to be let out.  "I'll kill him myself, and every last beast like him if I have to..."  Part of him is trying to force it back down, but most of him is slipping into almost blind rage.  "He's dead," he repeats, digging his nails into his palms.

Blinking, DoraRose goes to grab her brother by the shoulders. "Emmy....Emyuil! We'll do it together....plus, Marek went to try and get help from Willowbark Abbey, and I sent Lily with him. Maybe we can kill Ormaz before they come back and it won't even matter anymore." She scowls deeply. "If Matilda and Benar would just stop stopping me....." Oooh, looks like she has something else she needs to talk about....

Emyuil blinks as well, the fog slowly clearing from his eyes. "'rose...?" he whispers.  Shaking his head, he recovers.  "Right...together."  When Marek is mentioned, he almost protests.  Then he thinks on it. "You're right.  The safest place is anywhere but here. So even if we don't win, she'll survive."  He tilts his head.  "Why are they stopping you?  If we can kill Ormaz, the snake is headless and we win."

DoraRose clenches her jaws.  "They keep acting like I have an anger issue and will do something rash and stupid..." She stands and starts pacing.  "I'm not stupid!  I don't do rash things!  I don't have an anger issue!  If they'd....grr..." she grabs a wooden bowl that's standing on the washstand and throws it at the wall.  "My ideas....I just....AH!  I JUST WANT TO BE IN CONTROL SO NOBODY ELSE I LOVE DIES!!!  WHY CAN'T THEY JUST SEE THAT?!"

Emyuil doesn't flinch.  He walks over to DoraRose and goes to put his paws firmly on her shoulders. "'rose. Listen to me." He waits to see if she'll answer before saying anything else.

DoraRose has started shuddering, and tears are pouring down her cheeks.  "I just want him dead.....if he's anything like Marek, he'll get in here and enslave everybeast...."  She goes to rest her forehead on his shoulder and cries.  But she'll listen.  She's not telling him to shut up, at any rate.

Emyuil puts his arms around his sister gently. "Nobody is saying you're stupid.  Nobody is going to let anyone you love die. Even if they fail to protect you and Lily...then I'll do what they can't.  And that anger issue?  'rose, that's Bloodwrath.  It's in you as much as it is me.  We've been fighting it pretty much our whole lives, right?" He breathes deeply, sighing as he exhales.  "They don't think you're rash or stupid. I don't know Matilda very well, and Benar and I aren't exactly close...but from what I can tell they respect you as a warrior.  They don't want you to throw your life away. And neither do I," he whispers.  "Because as much as you need me...I need you." He looks at her, making direct eye contact; where moments ago he was a crazed, raging thing, now he's vulnerable. Almost a child again.  "I don't want you to go off and get yourself killed fighting an impossible battle.  They're not saying you can't kill Ormaz," he says, more firmly.  "They just want you to wait until we're sure of victory."

DoraRose looks into her brother's eyes, tears continuing to pour out of her own.  When he's done, she nods, then bursts out weeping.  She goes to hug her brother as tightly as she can as sobs wrack her body.  Because it's the day for rain.

Emyuil feels his anger slowly simmering. One day, he'll make it so that nobody can ever hurt his family like this again, he vows.  One day...Forcing the anger back down, he holds his sister as tight as he can in return.  Today, he tells himself, she doesn't need your skill at arms, or your anger.  She doesn't need you to be the Half-Rat.  She needs you to be her brother. Nothing more, nothing less.  She needs someone to listen and be with her.  And I swear I will do that until Hell itself takes me.

~*END*~

Thanks for reading!

SCENE: Somewhere in the depths of Mossflower woods.....

CHARACTERS: Bandit, a male fox.  Sarnith, a male ferret.  Basilisk, a male whiptail snake.

LOG:
All roads lead to mossflower, a nameless poet once said. Although one doesn't normally travel those roads in the middle of the night, with only the light of the moon to guide them.
The tavern left far behind him, the fox seems to be all over the road, shuffling slowly in a quarter sober gait. The swift fox is anything but, his green kilt and sash unable to contain the sheer volume of vulpine gut that spills between his legs. His walking stick seems to bend slightly every time he leans on it. "Ha!" The fox waves a paw in the air, "Showed him, what for, wot? D-didja see the look on his face when I ate that last cake? Pure horror that was! Easiest bet I-I won all... w-weeeeeeeeeeek." The fox leans on his staff again, giggling maddly.

Not weaving quite as much as the fox Sarnith ambles along with a large clay jug haning from one paw. " Cake'ish? I's were'ds ter's busy'd showin'insh dem'sh der's righ' way'sh ah winnin ah run'ish ah drink'ish! " The ferret is rhythmically taking sips from the jug, waving it about and splashing the foul smelling grog about as he goes. " We'sh shhhould ged's der's on'd der's way'ish der's da place... wha'sh wash id? er... der's one vixen'ish place, wha'sh er? Zhuish? She'sh go'ds more ter drink'ish I'sh know'd! "

"Hsssss...."
From the depths of dark woods to one side of the road, reptilian eyes watch the pair come closer.
"Hssss...."
A slither foward.  "Hssss......"  the dapple of moonlight through the trees reveals the back of an extremly humoungeous whiptail snake only to those who know he is already there.
"Hssss......hungry, hsss......."  The still young serpent moves forward and rests his head in (on) a clump of ferns.
Basilisk is hunting.
And failing.
The snake has been Blisa's pet for far too long, and has discovered that what should be instinct has left him.  He literally for the life of him figure out how to hunt.  He chased a weasel.  He tried to bite a stoat.  He even tried cajoling a fox (that didn't turn out very well for the reptile.)  Basil is getting desperate.
Coiling up, he bunches himself, then lunges in front of the traveling pair, blocking the road entirely.
Because stealth it for wimps, right?

"Washn't that the vixen behind ... behind the bar. The one with the big... heh, heheheh hahahahah! The over grown claw? OH! Zhuish! I knows her!" The fox coninues laughing, grinning deviously as he does, "We should! We really should! Why thaths vixen deservs to have all her drinks... drunken and-"
His drunken triad is cut short as he walks head long into the reptile. He stumbles backward, nearly falling over in shock. Shaking his head, Bandit flusters his fur, "Now who went and put a perphectly good shnake out here in the middle of the road! A waste that is. Hey! You! ssshoo. Go on. Yer in me way..." he tries to shoo the snake out of the way, the few brain cells left sober in his head trying desperately to warn the others that there is a big giant snake in the way, and they should totally do something about that.

Sarnith also bumbles into the snake, sloshing grog all over his portion of it. Squinting, the ferret says " Yew'sh late! An der's wrong'd color! An der'sh wrong shape... " Trailing off for a moment the hob seems to be either thinking of running or possibly trying to run down his thought process... " Yew'sh was'h ser'shpose'd der's ah been'd baker'd der'ihs in der'sh bar when'd I'sh was'h flevendy drink'ish in! " The whole while the ferret is flailing his arms about, belittling the large snake and splashing grog all over the place. As a seeming after thought he mumbles " An yew'sh no'd invid... invid... invided der'sh da'sh dame'sh Zuhish'ish place! Is's da'sh clearish?! "

Hissing mightily, Basil goes to wrap his coils around the 2 vermin, trying to trap the stupid furries.  "Ssssss, Bassssilisssssk doesss not sssshoo!!  Sssss....."  He puts his face in the fox's as the coils  come tighter, his tongue flickering out and in a couple of times.  Before he tries to crush them, however, the snake pauses.  "Ssssss, Bandit?  Fat foxssss Blisssa told me to not eat?  Ssss....."  The snake is obviously 1) ignoring everything the ferret said because he is impossible to understand (and why should he try to have a conversation with Dinner?  Leave that to the golden eagle Riana, who chased him away from a rat just a few hours ago), and 2) wavering between whether or not he's going to actually eat the fox or not now that he recognizes him.  It's still a bit of a toss up.

It is true, it is impossible to understand the ferrets thick, and drunken, accent. Maybe that's why Bandit got along with him so well... for the few hours he has known him.
But the ferret is not one Bandit would like to be press ganged against. "For the love of all that is holy, can't you take a bath ya crazy fert? You are going to make the snake sick!" The vulpine pauses to review what he just said. His head fwips to the right and left, realizing that he is about to be bound against Sarnith and in the coils of a whiptail.
There is little more sobering than the threat of death by snake, and the fox shouts, "Basil?" The color drains from his face. It's finally going to happen. He always told Blisa the snake was a bad idea. It was going to end up eating someone one day. Did she send it here to kill him in revenge for quitting so abruptly? "Basil! Snake! Snake! Basil! Ferret!" he begins to babble.

Sarnith looks at the snake trying to wrap him up in its coils, then down the neck of the clay jug, then over to Bandit, then back to the snake before saying " Hey'ish! I'sh said'ish der's yer'sh der'sh shew! I'sh all'sho belive'dish I'sh shaid I'sh wash allready'ish sheein shum one'd! Sho, if yew's don' led's me'ish go I'shll... " That's all farther the hob gets for the moment though because one of the wrapping coils gets around his drinking paw and causes him to (splash) himself with the jug of grog. The jug, a stout clay jug with thick walls loses the head on crash with the ferret. sending grog and pottery shards raining all over the tangle. Shaking his head about the ferret sees flying snakes and whiskey bottles chasing each other around his head for a moment before saying " Ah'sh, okish, jus'h one hug'ish, bud's if'ens dish ged'sh back'erds der's Kris sheesh will 'ave'ish my 'ide! " With that the ferret wraps his arms around a coil and gives it a hearty squeeze.

Basilisk tastes the fox again (well, they can't smell through their noses, so they have to taste everything).  "Sssss, Bandit!  Sssss, I ssssshould eat you.  I haven't eaten ssssince...."  The snake sniffles, then, keeping his victims prisoner in his coils, flops the front quarter of himself on the ground as he starts wailing and crying and whining loudly enough to let everyone in a half-mile radius know where he is.  This may be why he's failing at hunting.  "Blissssaaaa'ssssbeen sssssstolen by the sssstoat who conquered Ferravale!!"

~*To be continued....*~