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Who:

Zolomon- Archer and Runner in the LP, Private first class

Ciocan-Badger Lord

Hanzi-Recruit in the LP

Rudolfo- Private in the Lp..Fighter

Later in the log:

Spoofs of hares and assorted beasts(spoofed by Rioko)

Log:(It's sort of long)

Zolomon was already a little worried, he had not seen someone  since last night, all he knew is they were checking on something and would be back possiblely late, to not wait up...so he didn't but it's morning and no news, then again knowing her she is in Halyard as he chuckles.

Rudolfo walks over and clears his throat "ummm..hey"

Zolomon grins "Private R...how ya be..good day, bad day?"

Rudolfo shrugs "I...don't know, anyways his Lordship wanted to speak with you..in the forge."

Zolomon nods and heads on over there.

Hanzi is in the hallway, carrying some supplies to the infirm, and also a few things to the forge room, he frowns when he sees Zolomon and then sits some things down on a table."Here..sur"

Ciocan nods "Thank you Hanzi, you can go now."

Zolomon waves and catches the frown, "Why de long face...ya need held upside down or sumthing "

Hanzi just frowns "I...no just..you didn't hear...."Oh he said too much, "Never mind I need to go to training.....bye" He hurries off.

Ciocan hears the talking and folds his paws behind his back "Zolomon.....come here please I need to tell you something."

Zolomon tilts his head and blinks, "Heard wot chap?" He then walks in and salutes the badger "Ya need me fer something sur? Secret mission maybe? And tell me what...OH! Thar is something I did want to tell you or..ask but it can wait a moment."

Ciocan frowns as he looks at the hare and sighs, this was never easy. "Tarsa...Sareant Tarsa is dead, she was found slain on a path near Halyard this morning...it most likely happen last night, there is also a couple Privates missing. A hamster maid told us. All that was near her also was a flower some..single black colored rose."

Zolomon stands there in shock, a mix rage, sadness, shock all mixed into one. He starts to say something when one of the officers come into the room, seems Zolomon and 3 others are to escort some caravan to Halyard.....fine ...ok he can do that, get his mind off this..news...he mutters a "Thanks for...n...news"And just sort of..heads out.

==Couple Hours Later==

It is truly a horrible morning for patrol, dark, dismal, and bitterly cold. The sun is hardly shining by the time the early morning patrol is halfway done. The rout is lesser used by travelers into and out of Halyard and realitively safer. There are four hares in this unit, each equipped for speed and agility over show of force. Russle the Russet hare, Tulip the white cotton tail, and Mac, who stands taller than the others and a tad bit portly. And of course, Zolomon...

Zolomon is in the back, he woke early to...horrible news so he is NOT in the best of moods. He has not told a joke or tried to cheer anyone up, he just makes sure nothing happens as they patrol the route quietly, he hasn't even muttered about being hungry yet.

He isn't alone in that reguard. The only conversation in the group has been about lack of vitals or warmth. "Couldn't I have just one brisket, sir? It's not like it won't be eaten later. And it will make our supplies later," Tulip's whining is met with a disapproving growl from the officer in command. "Stow it, the more you lot complain, the farther we patrol." says Mac, "You too Russel." "But I didn't say anything!" "I could see the whimpering in your eyes, Russel."

Zolomon rolls his eyes as he keeps to the back, if he had it his way he would of stayed at the mountain, maybe stabbed a training dummy or something. He was called into the Badger Lord's room only to receive the worse news of his life.

"But, sir..." "Russel, I told you..." "No... sir!" The unit comes to a pause as Russel points to where cart tracks have veered violently off the road and down a rocky hillside. If one were to look closely at the tracks one can also see droplets of blood. They look fresh. "Patrolers, to arms!" the big hare draws his saber before leading the unit down the hill, towards the growing sounds of conflict.

Zolomon blinks as he walks forward and finally speaks "Wot was found?" He looks at the cart and the blood and frowns, "Someone was attacked? I wonder if it's those slavers the hamster mentioned..the ones who..."He frowns and stops there, no other words. 

As the beasts run, hop, and sometimes slide down the hill, it becomes clear that they are not dealing with just one cart, but several. Someone has run a caravan off the road! There are two more carts at the bottom of the hill, wedged between the rocks. A host of beasts are gathered together in group next to the carts for protection. Foxes, mice, hamsters. It's a wide range of civilian beasts. An otter stands before them, sword bloodied as his side. The guard appears to be the last beast standing between them and the small horde of rats that surround them. They look more like bandits than pirates and sport a wide range of weapons. Some even have shields and armor. There are about 7 in total that can be seen surrounding the civilians. "I was going to settle for just your tail but," One of the rats spits, "After that little stunt, I don't think any of you are going to survive this..."

Zolomon carefully peeks out to where the vermin are and snorts, well they are not outnumber with 7 and 4 hares, he decides to narrow down the vermin and he just gets out his longbow, arrow aimed at one rat threatening the otter and he fires, he rares misses a target and he is..peeved right now too as seeing ANY vermin today annoys him, they ALL must die.

The arrow flies true, striking the rat in the torso... and bouncing off with a metallic 'cling' against the iron chest plate hidden under his cloak. The rat makes a panicked shout, stepping backward to glance at the arrow that nearly skewered his heart. "Well, ok then." He points to where the arrow originated from, and the unit of hares now in full view of the rats. "Well, don't just stand there gauking! Get up there and welcome our new company!" He turns his sights on the otter, eyes narrowed, "Kill them all..."  A trio of rats with swords begin to scale the hill to get to the long patrol, while another two hang back, taking cover in the rocks with their cross bows.

Zolomon narrows his eyes, he fires off another arrow at the 3 rats heading up the hill towards them as he speaks "Ok..we fight back and help this caravan of beasts, it's 7 to 4..fairy good odds."

"Protect the civilian's first!" Mac shouts. He ignores the first rat, as Zolomon's arrow finds its mark unprotected. The big hare rushes to clash blades with the second. "Zol! Focus on the snipers! Rus, Tulip! To me!" The snipers are indeed having trouble targeting the hares as they fight their allies, so they turn to focus on Zol! A pair of bolts bounce off the rocks around the hare. Down below, the otter makes a final stand against the rat in charge. He lunges, the rat parries the otter's blade upward before sliding his own into the beasts belly. The otter gags as the rat draws his blade out of his stomach.

Zolomon nods as he fires at one of the rats shooting them once he sees one peek out, well that was the rat's mistake after all. Dumb rat.He  gets another arrow and aims for the 2nd rat that was firing the cross bolts

The hares are holding their own against the rats, but the civilians are unprotected as the rat leader approaches the carts! The remaining sniper peeks his head around the corner of a rock, this time aiming his bow at Zolomon's fellow soldiers!

Zolomon frowns and fires the arrow straight and true at the rat with the crossbow. His eyes narrow and he yells out " We got to help the otter and his friends!"

"To the civilians! Fight like you mean it!" Mac shouts. Down below. A fox stands up to the oncoming rat, threatening him with a walking stick. The rat easily cuts him down, stabbing him in the side. The vulpine falls, wounded, as the rat brushes the civilians left and right, searching for something. He comes away finally with a large burlap sack thrown over his shoulder before hopping over the cart and out of sight from Zolomon. The remaining rats are quickly cut down by the hares, the last put to an untimely end by Mac's rapier. "Who is in charge here?" Mac shouts as he arrives. "He was." A beast gestures to the slain otter. The vixen then goes back to holding her paw against her husbands stomach. "I need help here!" She shouts. "It's... not as bad as it looks..." the tod chuckles dryly. "You idiot. You're lucky your belly is fat as your head! What were you thinking! Can someone help, please?" "There are more wounded here too!" One of the mice waves his paw. "Right," Mac says, "Tulip, you know first aid. Help the beasts out. Zolomon, stay here and watch her back. Russel, with me. We have a rat to catch..."

Zolomon nods, let the healer who, well knows more, be of help as he looks around "Vermin are..annoying today trust me, all vermin need slain...well the jolly well evil ones do, those in that..that Blackrose fer sure do"

"No argument from me." Tulip quickly delves into her work. Starting with an injured mouse as Mac and Russel disappear into the hill side. Minutes pass with no word from either of them. "Thank you both." The vixen says to Zolomon She is well dressed in silks like her husband, but not as portly as the wounded tod. "If you lot didn't arrive when you did... I don't want to imagine what would have happened." "Still, could have... arrived a split second sooner, don'tcha think?" The tod struggles to laugh. "Please! Can't you hurry?" The vixen can hardly contain her desperation. "I'm working as fast as I can." The hare maiden says, rather flatly as she continue to wrap the injured paw of a mouse. In fact, the beasts she has been working on don't seem to have life threatening injuries...

Zolomon sighs "Maybe I can help some, I know some of battle wounds."If he is able to help, though he is also on the look out for more bandits in the area as he frowns, "The others are taking a bit...too long aren't they?"

The vixen's assessment of her husbands injuries, while scolding, are not far off. If he wasn't so well fed, he would be minus a few kidneys right about now. The injury is deep and will require the paw of a skilled surgeon to make sure he survives it. For right now though, keeping the fox from bleeding out seems the best course of action. "They are taking their sweet time, aren't they?" Tulip wipes sweat from her brow as she steps over to see the wounded fox, "I can take it from here if you want to go looking for them."

Zolomon nods, he hmms and starts to carefully look for the two possible missing hares. He has his saber and longbow with him.

The trail isn't too hard to pick up, neither of them were trying to conceal their tracks through the rocky hill side. It doesn't take long to find the hares at all actually, as they are coming back towards the caravan in a slow defeated trot with no rat between them

Zolomon sighs, they really should not leave a mess, he frowns and walks closer "They got away is my guess"

"Little scamp can run, I'll give him that." Mac sits down breathing hard. "We got his comrades, we saved a caravan in trouble. An almost perfect day in my books." The hare blinks, "Private, why are you up here? I thought I told you to stay behind."

Zolomon says, "Thought it best to make sure you two were not missing or...worse"He frowns "We already had one death today we...we don't need to lose any other hares"

"By leaving Tulip alone and unguarded?" Mac is spurned to rage. Before he can properly chastise the buck, a scream pierces the air. It comes from the caravan!   

Zolomon ears droop, he was sure it was ok and the hare maid said she was fine...ok he will hurry back now as it's not too far away at least!

One can only hope.

The others lag behind Zol as they double back to the caravan. "I'm done playing games. The Jewel, or she dies." A familiar voice can be heard. "You harm one hair on her head and I..." Tulip can be heard as well. "And if you don't drop that sword, so help me..." The party rounds the corner to find a similar situation. The rat stands in the open, using the vixen merchant as a shield. Sword pressed against her neck, the rat rolls his eyes as more beasts appear. "You lot just don't give up, do you?" Tulip is alive and well, her own blade in her paws. R

Zolomon looks at the rat, he has his longbow with arrow drawn"What's with some jewel? Good bally grief ya scumfur, your also outnumbered ya ratface"

"It's not quantity that matters, cotton tail, but quality. My one blade right now is worth more than all of you lot combined." The rat sneers, "Unless you want her blood on your paws, drop your weapons, all of you." "Don't you dare lower your weapons." Mac still looks winded. "Please! My wife!" The tod is hardly able to stand. "I... I can give you the jewel, I have it on me. Just don't hurt her!" "That is entirely up to our long eared friends here. Drop your weapons, and I will let her go. All I want is what I was hired to take." The situation is quickly spiraling out of control!

Zolomon eyes the rat, one shot is all he needs to take out the rat. Just a good aim for the rat's head and dead rat. He stays relaxes and waits till he knows the rat can be quickly dead.

"Just take it and let her go!" The fat tod throws something, a cloth sack at the rat. It lands short. Rolling his eyes, "Look, I don't want any more trouble. I just want what is mine. Drop your weapon, I let the fox go. We all walk away happy." "Or, you can drop your weapon, surrender, and my archer doesn't turn you into Swiss cheese." "Oh, was that you?" The rat cackles, "Think you can really hit me, and not this poor beast here? Can you really live with yourself if you miss? Or should I have grabbed a non vermin hostage? Let's find out, shall we?" The fox get's ready to kick the vixen towards Zolomon, all the while his sword is pressing deeper into her fur. Now is the time to loose that arrow! Shoot hare! Shoot true!   

Zolomon is peeved off right now. Peeved at the rat, at who ever killed the Sargent earlier but he knows it was the Blackrose cause of that fool ...rose of thier's left behind, he acts at first like he is gonna give up...maybe let the fool rat relax, and right when the rat does he fires the deadly arrow right at the rat's fool head as he gets a clear shot.

The vixen's scream is cut short as the arrow makes contact with a sickening wet THWUMP. The rat behind her staggers, sword falling from his paw. He collapses onto his knees, making one final gurgle before passing into the dark. The foxes instantly embrace, frantic at both nearly dying. "Not a bad shot. Good Job." Mac nods in approval, then goes to cuff Zolomon's ear. "Next time stay at your post. Now come along, we need to get these beasts into town..."

Zolomon snorts, but "Of course..sur." He sighs and stays guard to help"Let's keep an eye out...still may be some other beasts around. I plan to do my best to hunt down someone's...murderer..and soon"Oh yes the eyes..the eyes prove it as does his voice.

The other hares sta ya bit..away from Zolomon as they escort the carvan the rest of the way to Halyard and then all the hares decide on a much needed break.

Zolomon excuses himself and goes to the tavern, he needs an ale..a good strong dark ale. Today has not been a good day at all.

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Patch frowns as he quickly heads over to the hares "You..longears need to be more quiet, that..that marten is bad bad news"He frowns "Seriously thinking of going back ta Mossflower now weather Stripy has that tavern yet or not..heck I could help in de Black Gull or something"

The Corporal blinks. The Recruit and the Private look at her for direction. "Um.....alright, we'll try t'be more quiet." Felicity grabs a nearby chair and drags it over to their table for 3. It'll be a little crowded, but that'll be fine. "Sit down, please. So you're from Mossflowah, wot? Is that marten from back there, too? I've 'eard some reports 'bout 'im. That 'e's, y'know.....a slavah." She has dropped her voice to a whisper, and now she cocks an eyebrow.

Patch sits down, he doesn't like the hares but hey this is important as he looks around and gulps, back to them "He..he is...de tattoo proves it...thorns and details and all."He looks worried "Blackrose...de blasted group never fully dies and if they are 'ere ya hares and Lord Stripe have a problem"

The Recruit opens his mouth, then jumps as the Corporal kicks him under the table. "Lesson 47: Learn t'let y'superiah do the talkin', Recruit." Turning back to the rat, she nods. "Aye, slavahs are always a problem, laddie buck. I thought we 'ad killed the leadah cat while rescuin' some Patrollahs durin' a recent raid, but if they nevah truly fully die away, then I wouldn't be a bit surprised if the bloody monstah managed to escape somehow. D'y' 'ave any details y'can tell us t'make trackin' them down easiah? Even if y'don't, any information might 'elp us stop 'em." Hey, he's a rat who's obviously uncomfortable around the Long Patrol, yet is warning them about a possible threat. She'll take as much of this as he will offer.

Patch frowns "I don't know...they all have that blasted rose tattoo all black and vines..thorns and that marten is creepy as...yeah totally creepy and his eyes be like purpleish or something"

Felicity nods as the Private buys them all some more to eat. They're hares, what do you expect? After the scones and jam are brought, the Corporal grabs one and starts smearing cherry jam all over it. "Be careful 'round 'im. I 'ear 'e may be able to hypnotize beasts who look 'im in the eye, but as far as I know, that rumor is unconfirmed." Actually, it's basically guaranteed, but she's not going to let the rat know that. "'Ave a scone, if 'ylike. D'y'know anythin' about 'ow they usually catch their slaves or 'ow they attack, or defend their base?"

Patch says, "The one based...burned down but they clearly moved and are clearly recruiting beasts...and he wanted me to join of COURSE I am clearly not..I am not That badly wanting a job or coin""

Felicity nods as she takes a bite out of her scone. ".....as I said earlier, not all 'ares absolutely 'ate vermin. Per'aps y'could earn coin by bein' an informant. Anyway.....'ow well d'y'think they'll do at recruitin' beasts? I wondah 'ow long it'll take afore they 'ave an army we'll 'ave to be seriously worried about..."

Patch shrugs "I got no clue and I don't know if I should try and follow him either. He said his..boss so maybe that feline survived somehow...yeah she truly is a cat of 9 lives I guess...2nd time one tried ta off her and she didn't die"

Felicity shakes her head. "I would advise against followin' 'im unless ye're gonna pretend to join to get more information. It could end in yer death." "Why should we trust him? He's a rat, filthy vermin! Why should we care? Let him go off an--OW!" The Recruit's predjudiced complaint is cut short as the Corporal and the Private both hit him on the head. "Lesson 48: Always give beasts a chance," the Runner growls. "Lesson 49: Don't question the authority o' y'superiah officah like that, 'specially in front o' othah beasts. An' Lesson 50: Don't voice y'suspicions o' beasts where they can 'ear you. Congratulations, not only did y'learn 3 lessons from a single incident, but y' 'ave gotten up to 50 in th' span o' 4 hours. /Aftah/ sayin' y'wouldn't be able to learn /anythin'/ in a vermin village. Y'owe the 3 of us drinks an' food now, y'nitwit."

Patch normally is not one to ...give advice without some form of pay, right now its cause he is freaked out and hates the Blackrose...and the next few words cause he feels this recruit is a loser and...well its not like the hares need to lose anyone "Ya should listten to de superior officer type...sides...say certain things in front of some vermin ya get stabbed and then ya dead and some won't care..."Ok rude but hey free advise as he looks back to Felicity, "I don't plan ta go near de crazy purple eyed stoat, he even sounded insane said me answer was life or death...this rat likes his lief so he be leaving this evening not coming back to this crazy place that stoat be crazy enogh to likely try and kill hares or your badger."

stoat=marten

Felicity kicks the Recruit again as he opens his mouth to argue with the rat. "Aye, listen to 'im, y'little fruitcake. And go buy me some bread to go --POLITELY." As the Recruit stands and sullenly heads to the counter, digging money out of his pocket, the Private apologizes to the rat for the other hare's atrocious behavior. The Corporal nods. "Aye.....I 'ope 'e learns 'is lesson before we meet some vermin that would actually kill 'im." Nodding at the rat's answer, she adds, "That sounds like a good plan. 'E probably is insane. I'll make sure to let my superiah officahs know to keep a look out for 'im an' othahs who 'ave that tattoo.

Patch says, "They...also mark their slaves with a lot more simple tattoo...a simple outline of a rose in black ink no thorns or fancy blooming of the rose, no vines or leaves or no coloring in...tis to mark whats thier's I do know that much from when they tried to have a base in mossflower...yeah that failed""

Felicity nods. "I've seen that. One of our Patrollahs is actually a formah slave of theirs, rescued during that siege in Mossflowah. I 'ope they keep up that markin' o' their slaves -- 'twould make it easiah to tell if a beast that's wanderin' around is a part of the group.....be that willingly or unwillingly."

Patch says, "They..usually don't let their slaves escape...as I said not staying around to meet up with Mr. Creepy in the morning, that's a dangerous thing and I don't work with slavers..never did and never will" Yet he will steal and lie at times."Need anything else or can I go...3 weeks travel to Mossflower and tis snowy thar now""

The Corporal shrugs as the irritated Recruit comes back, toting a large loaf of fresh bread. "Y'can go, an' thanks for y'time an' information. Stay safe an' warm, Mistah Rat, and give DoraRose a greetin' from Felicity, won't you?" Yes, this hare knows the Abbey Gatekeeper. Joy! The Private also nods. "We'll keep on th' lookout for these slavahs. Don't worry, th'Patrol won't rest until they're defeated."

Patch nods as he just exits, he is SOOOOOOOOOOO outta here and away, far away as he can get from the western shores, in fact he will head off before nightfall as to cover more ground..or sand..what ever it is!

Today is a day of sorrow and joy. Scheduled for in a little bit is a feast to celebrate the return and remember the loss of those who went to rescue Redwall from the grips of a villainous foe. Felicity is helping put up the last of the decorations. She is clothed in her dress uniform, her buttons and weapons freshly polished to a gleaming shine. She is fixing the last centerpiece, which is crafted from beautifully carved driftwood and knotted cords of dried seaweed, on the head table. The smells of delicious food wafts through the air as she steps back to admire her work. A few Privates and Recruits are helping, having volunteered. They're almost done hanging the last of the decorations on the walls. There are small wooden plaques on knotted seaweed ropes. Each plaque has the name of a fallen hare scorched into it. They will be given to the surviving family members at the end of the remembrance service.

Rudolfo walks in slowly and peeks inside the room. He has a small limp as his leg hurts a little but other wise he is fine He heads the rest of the way inside the room"Hey thar...lass"He glaces around and frowns a little "Remember when this room was blooming full...and loud."

Tarsa snorts as she enters, a couple hares back away from her as she goes and sits in a chair. Oddly not really in uniform and this is the first she been outside the infirm since the rescue. A healing now sort of scar is just above her left eye, barely missed it and on her snout and chin slightly to the side. Two claw marks and it seems she was fairly lucky the injury wasn't any worse. She just stays quiet and seems to wait for things to start.

Jacenta makes her way to the room and frowns, she lost her brother in the fight with that horde in Mossflower and has handled it fairly well, of course she misses him but she also knows he wouldn't want her to remain sad and depressed over it.

Hanzi is a little late, or is he late..it's not clear but at least it's a good reason as he was doing chores this time, extra chores in fact

No one is late! The feast hasn't started yet! As more hares start to trickle in, the Privates, Recruits, and one Corporal (Felicity) who had volunteered for decoration duty finish up the very very last of their project. The small wooden plaques, while made out of driftwood and rough around the edges, were obviously made with great care to honor the fallen hares whose names have been scorched into their surfaces. The auburn-furred hare maid turns to Rudolfo and nods. "Aye.....it's been so surreal 'avin' so few 'ares 'round the mountain. But it won't be quiet for long -- the leverets are due to arrive at any moment." She notes each hare as they come in, but for now stays where she is by the head table, talking with the buck who addressed her.

Varus comes into the room with the singular air of authority that being a Major conveyed. His gaze sweeps over the room and assembled hares, and he nods with approval.

Ciocan walks into the dinning chamber after a short while, having just a few moments to go over a couple last minute things in his quarters and now made his way here. A brief chat with the cooks and he goes to stand at his chair waiting for any chatting to come to a stop.

Rudolfo had been speaking with another private and quickly quiets down and turns his attention to the Badger Lord as he enters.

Tarsa sighs quietly, not like she is speaking and looks up when Ciocan enters the room and waits to see what is said as it looks like things are about to likely start now or very soon.

Jacenta finds a chair and folds her paws into her lap as she waits quietly. All or least most hares, that are here still, are present for the feast/ memorial service.

Hanzi quickly sits down and pays close attention to what is going on. He dusts off some ..flour? From his pants and then his attention is back to the front of the room.

Gregorian has been back and forth all day. Random projects like scorching hundreds of names in to driftwood is naturally the sort of thing he would get involved with but has resulted in a busy few days and a very reflective mood. He slips in quietly after having tidied himself up a bit in to a fresh uniform. He stops out the way to wait and take in the emptiness of the room with a quiet sigh.

Adrian steps into the room, wearing his dress uniform, which has been freshly pressed. He's quite conscious of his appearance, lately, and the young buck wants to look his best. He makes his way to a small group of Privates at the far end of the room, and makes quiet small talk with them, not yet even speaking to his father.

And so, the day has finally arrived. It is a day of both mourning and celebration, a day of commending past bravery and of looking forward to potential new beginnings. Private Montgomery had spent most of the morning holed up in his bunk room, going over some last minute preparations for his mission, but mostly just using the time to think, and ponder. There is indeed a sense of nervousness in the buck's stomach, that fluttery feeling most would refer to as 'butterflies', and so he likely would end up leaving most of the feasting to the others. Still, he feels a sense of pride in the fact that he was chosen for such an important undertaking, and he would do his best to make his superiors proud. The young buck finally arrives to the dining hall, and he had cleaned up quite nicely, all things considered. He is clad in a clean new uniform, the fabric pressed and buttons polished, ready to go. His fur is brushed and groomed instead of the usual disheveled mess it normally is, and a hopeful glint sparkles within his eyes as he slips into the room quietly. He takes his place over near a corner, trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible as he takes in the entire scene of the room.

Ciocan clears his throat for attention and once he has it he nods "Today has been set aside for a couple reasons, one to have a time of remembrance for those who have lost their lives during the mission to Mossflower"He will not say out loud any names or how many, it's known how many "A memorial was done at the Abbey of Redwall but a small few remained here and did not get a chance to say...goodbye to..remember lost loved ones, so today we can do this."He is quiet and speaks again "Also..today Private Monty and Corporal Adrian are to head out on a recruiting mission, I am not sure where they shall head, perhaps they can tell us as I believe it was left up to them where to start. But first a short few moments of silence for those lost...and afterwards perhaps others can speak a few words if they would like" He will give time for a few moments of silence and a nod if anyone has anything to say before he gets the feast started.

Before everyone settles down, a group of spruced up caretakers come in, leading all the Mountain's leverets, who have been bathed (the horror!) and given nice new clothes for the occasion. Julia, DAB Ringleader, is in a pretty dark blue dress that is trimmed with lace, and her dolly (whom she /always/ carries with her) is clothed to match! Upon seeing her older sister, the young hare starts waving frantically and calling, "Lissie!! Lissie!!" Felicity makes her way through the crowd and stoops to quiet her baby sister with a few quiet words. Then, holding her paw, the Runner helps get all the other Dibbuns to a table that has been set aside just for them (possibly so, if they start a food fight, it will be semi-contained). Once they are all seated and shushed, Felicity sits herself down with Julia in her lap, and they listen (with varying levels of attentiveness) to what the Badger Lord has to say. The Corporal stays silent, not sure if she should speak or not. So she merely focuses on helping keep the youngest members of the Mountain quiet and at least pretending to be respectful.

Rudolfo sighs quietly, he is quiet for the moment of silence, he could speak of his father but decides not to. A lot lost family as well, in fact some hares in all one family died and he knows one hare maid left due to too many memories here now.

Tarsa frowns, she was there and rather not speak of what happen, she had any speech or words at the abbey and finds no need to really repeat herself, most likely ones that stayed here would be best to speak, she is in a quiet mood today.

Varus lowers his head, and remains respectfully silent. When the leverets enter, the elder buck narrows his eyes a bit, watching them make their way to their table. He's never been the best with children, not even his own. He glances over at his son Adrian across the room, but the younger buck is looking the other way and doesn't notice.

Jacenta bows her head quietly, she was one of the few, in fact one of like 2 healers..maybe 3? That stayed behind in case they were needed. She keeps her paws folded in her lap. Maybe she will speak, maybe she will not, for now she has decided to not speak...then she was always the shy quiet one anyways, rarely doing much unless her brother, a season or two older than her, dragged her out to do stuff,then maybe she lost some shyness, but...he is gone now and never coming back and she misses him.

Hanzi frowns, speak?Stay Quiet?..he knows hardly anyone in this place and just out of respect will be quiet and listen to what others may or maybe not say. He had no family here or in the mission, his family died before he got a chance to meet the Long Patrol, but does he see them as family? Can He? He is still deciding that for himself and it could take some time to do so.

The dibbuns are what Greg is waiting near the door for as another leveret, Grace, splits off from the group with a quick call of "Da!" and skips her way over to the blacksmith. Greg's quick to smile and pick up his daughter up with a quiet "Hey dahin'" before he finds them both a seat, making sure she quiets down quickly when Ciocan starts speaking.

Adrian is giving great thought to speaking. He never said anything at Redwall, but he feels compelled to say something now. Clearing his throat, he steps away from the small group of Privates he was speaking to. "Ah, err... Ahem. I 'aven't got much ta say 'ere... I was there in Mossflowah, o' course. The battle was worse than we honestly expected. All these 'ares we lost, though... They did their duty. An' they wouldn't want us ta be mopin' around depressed about it. So, ah... Instead o' bein' sad, remembah their lives, wot. They gave their all doin' wot they needed... That's, uhhh... That's all I wanted ta say..." He looks a bit sheepish.

Monty has begun to quickly pace back and forth in the spot he is standing in, the young buck watching Ciocan intently as the badger speaks. His nervousness is apparent in both his posture and the way he moves, though he does his best to keep it from showing too much on his face. His usual nervous tics are there however, with the wringing of the paws and the scratching of the ear. His eyes shift over the others in the room, watching each individual carefully for a moment or two, before Adrian decides to speak. He pauses in his pacing to listen, his head nodding slowly in agreement with the Corporal's words. "Aye," He adds, after the other buck is finished, his voice wavering briefly. "Th'bravery of th'ones we lost will always be remembered here, an' we'll always spread their legacy and their stories to whoever enters th'Mountain in th'future to let em know how important they were an' how unwaverin' they were in their fight t'keep all beasts free." Monty looks to Ciocan, his gaze steely and determined. "Sah, I promise that I will do m'best to find th' best o'the best out there, bring em back here, an' make this Patrol th'strongest it's ever been. Y'have my word on that, sah." The buck gives Ciocan a sharp salute, before falling silent again and going back to his corner.

Ciocan nods To Adrian and Monty as they speak, a couple privates speak and he will let others speak if they feel a need to. He then speaks "Yes this is a time to remember family...friends..loved ones and to remember the good and not the bad. We...may be few in numbers now but let's not let that get us down..nor shall we make it seem like we are weak now, we are not..the Patrol ..yes will always remember those lost, we honor them today and always. Now is the also the time to be there for one another, help out one another...be a strong family more now than before and to know the Patrol shall always remain the force that protects the western shores and also protect others as well."He looks to Adrian and Monty "I wish you both good luck and tell you to be careful out there...now"He smiles "Let's start this feast and have good fellowship..food and relax today."He sits down and lifts a glass "In remembrance....and I declare this feast...started." It is still open if anyone wants to speak of course, they can.

The leverets manage to stay quiet through all the talking, although some start to cry as they remember their family members who never came back. Felicity helps the caretakers soothe and comfort these young ones, and Julia gives them hugs, trying to be like her sister, and to show her sadness and compassion, even though she's not quite sure what, exactly, is happening or why the other leverets are sad. An older leveret stands up and says, "My momma was brave, an'.....and good, an' I'll nevah, evah, evah f'rget 'er...." When he sits down, a couple other of the young ones stand and repeat similar things about their dead family members. When they're done, and the Badger Lord declares the feast started, the Corporal stays with the young ones as the caretakers go to get them plates of food. Felicity distracts the Dibbuns with questions about their families, as well as their hopes and dreams for the future. Right now, she's focusing on the little ones. No one else is receiving her attention at the moment

Rudolfo smiles "Yes...The Long Patrol is a family...now and always" He gets a drink, lifts his glass and then slowly takes a sip after others have raised their glasses.

Tarsa will quietly get herself a plate and something to drink. Ok family...one large, can she say happy family? She just snorts and stays seemly quiet today, then it's not like many talk to her unless it's important and the one whom does...seems elsewhere right now.

Jacenta gets some food and something to drink, she smiles as yes it's good to be happy and not sad as being sad just gets you and others down and she wants others to cheer up as she can image her brother, if he was here, would for sure be getting others in a brighter mood.

Varus perks his ears and watches Adrian while the younger buck speaks, and afterwards, he makes his way that direction. He needs to speak with his son before he leaves.

Hanzi stays seated, he is one of the last few to go up and get a plate and something to drink, maybe some tea if there is any tea.

Gregorian is silent throughout. He lost friends in this battle and family in others. Remembering the lost is a dangerous thing to focus, he usually tries not to but it all gets dredge up and he's still taking a moment when everyone goes for food. It's a couple of minutes before a questioning nudge from his daughter breaks him out of it and he finally moves "Come on, we'll go see yah friends" he says as he gets back up, the both of them going to join the dibbuns for some cheering up.

Adrian seems to be avoiding his father. Instead, he makes his way to Monty's corner, speaking quietly to the other buck when he gets closer. "Yer not gonna eat, mate? This'll probably be th' last good food we 'ave in awhile, wot." As if to illustrate his point, he takes a bite of a raspberry tart, mmming. "Here, try this tart!"

Monty nods to Ciocan, "Thank you, sah. We will do our best th'represent th'Patrol with pride an' dignity." As the feast is started, he proceeds to grab a plate and get some food, himself, as well as a mug of cider, but he doesn't fill up the plate nearly as much as he normally might. He finds a spot back in his corner, and he sits there, staring down at his food as the enormity of the situation seems to weigh on him. He looks up at those around him and smiles, glad to see that most seem to be enjoying themselves for the first time in a long while, before his gaze lowers again and he picks at his food with a fork. His expression is more one of concentration than sadness, however. As Adrian approaches him, he glances up in surprise, smiling at his friend. "Oh! Oh, er...hey, Adj." To his question, he sighs a little, motioning down towards his untouched plate of food. "Yeah, I know, mate, but...I dunno. I just...got a lot on m'mind is all." He eyes the tart, before looking back to Adrian. "Y'know those totally make y'fat, right?" he deadpans, raising his eyebrows before he grins.

Ciocan watches his hares and then gets his own plate of food after most of them get theirs. He also gets some ale to drink and soon sits back down. He quietly eats and if a hare comes up to him he quietly speaks with them and offers a smile. Today has been a day to relax, have a day off and he may let tomorrow be a day off as well for the hares.

And late to the feast, odd for him, is Zolomon but he did volunteer to do some sentry duty or least start some as the other sentry headed off with a couple plates of food, and some drink...as Zolomon passes them and smiles, a nod and he sighs ok it started without him as he slips in quietly and gets himself a plate, food and sits down with some privates close by.

Once the caretakers come back with their trolleys full of food for themselves and the Dibbuns, Felicity heads off to get herself some food after promising her sister that she'll be right back. Piling her plate high with all sorts of goodies, she returns, and Julia smiles big (with a mouth full of food because little kids are gross) as her sister keeps her promise. As the Runner sits down, she notices the Blacksmith coming with his daughter, and waves. She's not avoiding anyone or anything, she's just trying to make sure the DAB doesn't cause havoc -- again.

Rudolfo grins at Zolomon "Your now be known as the hare late a feast."He is joking , or is he as he chuckles and tries some pie as he smiles"Feasts are always good, we need one more often I say"

Tarsa notices Zolomon enter but just stays where she is and nibbles at a pastry, a small sip of some drink she has, she is relaxed in her own way but still somewhat alert to whats going on around her, never really a time she isn't least somewhat alert.

Jacenta smiles, then a tap on the shoulder as she sighs..seems one of the cooks burnt their paw as instead of using an oven mitt they used a paw to steady a hot tray of cookies and now the paw has a burn, lucky not a serious one but still it needs looked at and she gets up to tend to that, maybe she can get some more food afterwards.

Hanzi keeps to himself, then again no one sits by him but that's not out of place as most recruits and some privates avoid him, they have their reasons and so he stays away from them as well. He eats some pie, salad and soup and sips some cider as he looks around as hares seem to enjoy the night.

Gregorian is nearly to the dibbuns and nods in return to Felicity when the caretakers arrive with food and the momentarily quiet Grace suddenly perks up "Da! They've got food" Greg smiles faintly. It doesn't take much to distract her from the sober mood "Well go on, quick before it's all gone" Greg encourages her to run off which might be wise since dibbuns mobbing the food trolleys is a very real possibility. Greg chuckles faintly. He has no food yet but moves to sit at Felicity's table where he can keep an eye on the leverets "They'll be runnin' up the walls before long"

Varus crosses the room to the corner where his son and Monty are chatting. "Private Montgomery, Corporal Adrian..." He looms close. "I hope you lads are enjoyin' yahselves, wot?"

And the dibbuns are so so good, they are getting along and eating quiet, drinking some nice juice and smiles, till....one smashes pie in another dibbuns face so that dibbun in turn smashes a piece of cake into the other dibbuns face, and then both dibbuns glare..one grabs a fork and stab the other's ear and then the two are now rolling along the floor looking like they want to pull each others ears off their heads!!!

Adrian looks up from his plate, and oh... "Ah, err... We are, er, Fathah... I mean, Sah!" He seems a bit flustered, but he also replies to Monty, "Fat? Me? Perish th' thought, wot..." He peers back at Varus, though, and hmphs. "I don't suppose yah c'n give Mum mah regahds aftah I leave, huh?" Before the Major can reply, though, a fight breaks out among the Leverets, and his attention turns to the young hares rolling around on the floor.

The Corporal nods. "Aye, an' bouncin' off the ceilin', wot!" She smiles. "I'm Felicity. Your daughtah's adorable...." Julia peers up at the male hare, munching on her salad....then the matching sisters jump with fright as the fight breaks out. Because DABers just can't even behave for one day, can they??! "A'right, that's enough!" The Runner goes to pry the 2 apart. "I don't bloody care WHO started it, /I'm/ finishin' it, wot!" She goes to drag them from the room with the help of a Caretaker, yelling to her baby sister that she'll be back after they've delt with these 2 yahoos. Julia nods, finishes her dinner, then hides under the table to play dolls with some other female leverets, who have all decided to be nice today and not make a mess like SOME crazy furballs....

As Varus approaches them, Monty turns his attention to the older hare, giving him a salute. "Sah!" To the question, he gives a hesitant nod. "Er, yes, sah, I am...." He looks to Adrian, "I mean, we are. May not look like it, currently, but...eh...I'm jus' thinkin' about th'whole thing an' tryin' t'get m'self into th'right headspace, I guess. It'll be th'last time we see alla you fer a long while." Monty gives a hesitant smile, as he glances back down at his food. "Still tryin' t'get used to th'fact that it'll jus' be us two out there. Well, at least at first til we start runnin' into others, o'course." He shrugs his shoulders, reaching up a paw to rub his chin.

Ciocan glaces at the two younger hares fighting and frowns slightly, but as the corporeal takes the two hares off elsewhere he leans back in his chair to relax again.

Rudolfo chuckles,"Could be worse...could be a food fight wot?"

Zolomon glaces over at Tarsa briefly but stays by the privates, he smiles a little as he grins "That be a waste of good food a bally food fight would."

Tarsa frowns and this is why she doesn't like dibbuns...they do things like this. She spills her drink and doesn't notice Zolomon glace at her. She gets a little more salad and some of the soup, and a roll before sitting down again.

Hanzi blinks...well fighting at such a young age, oh well he seen a couple privates fight earlier, he smiles he for once didn't have to peel potatoes, yes he had extra chores due to other issues but not today and not yesterday.

Gregorian barely has time to get out his introduction of "Greg" before the dibbun fight breaks out and he quickly looks back "Wot?" he nearly intervenes but Felicity and the caretakers are much faster so he's left looking vaguely bemused by the aftermath. After a second of deciding what to do while he's sat alone he ultimately decides what he wants to do most is hang out with his daughter and play stupid games with dibbuns. He doesn't get huge amounts of free time while she's awake and one day she'll be old enough that she'll not want to hang out with him so he moves but only far enough to properly join the leveret group for the day.

Varus frowns sharply at the leverets' shocking display of bad behavior. "Mah word, 'ow appallin', such bloody bad behaviah, wot!" He shakes his head, and sighs, before finally replying to his son, "Aye, I'll tell yer mothah. She's not exactly pleased wi' yer goin' off for so long. She knows 'ow th' Patrol is, though... But, y'know 'ow mothahs are..."

Rudolfo watches some hares chat and chuckles. He stands and grins as he juggles 2..3..then 4 apples and smiles. He is in a good mood it seems as he tosses apples to a couple hares and sits down to have an apple himself. The rest of the night he will chat with a couple friends, tell a joke or two maybe and just...enjoy life.

Adrian nods. "Aye, Mothahs c'n be awfully sentimental, wot... Lissen, Da... Tell 'er I'll be fine, wot. I got mah best friend watchin' mah back. We'll be back 'ome safe 'n' sound before ya'll even know it. Hell, I'll even try ta write 'er sometimes, if I can. I'll find a way, eh?" He takes a long drink of ale, and sighs. "An' don't y'worry eithah..."

Monty takes a drink from his cider. "Now that y'mention it, Adj, it might be beneficial t'try an' befriend some birds out there. That way if we need t'send word back home for some reason, we'll be able to, yeah?" The buck grins. "We might end up losin' some of th'provisions in th'mean time as bribes, but hey...might be worth it, y'know?" Monty nods to Varus, "Sah, there's no need t'worry, I'll do my flippin' best t'make sure the Corporal here doesn't go wanderin' off into some bloody swamp or somethin'...." he nudges Adrian playfully with an elbow. "Scout's honor. I can't guarantee though that 'e won't end up stickin' 'is head in a beehive, though..." he winks.

Ciocan looks over at Monty and Adrian before he finishes his drink and slowly stands to walk over to them "There will be supplies ready for when you two head off, in the morning some time perhaps unless you plan to leave before then but some rest before hand would be good before a journey to..where ever you plan to go first, I trust you both have discussed this and have a good plan of action"

Tarsa decides she can speak with the two later, then again she can just let Ciocan do it, she knows she will get what ever reports to look over, if there is any to look over.

Zolomon decides he can talk with Tarsa later, he will for now enjoy good food and maybe a chat with a hare or two

Varus harrumps. He's already had an earful from his wife. Whatever he can do to placate her, though. "Me, worry? I nevah worry about anthin'," he lies, quite convincingly. Just because he doesn't see eye to eye with Adrian doesn't mean he doesn't love his son. "Monty there 'as a good idea, wot. Find yerselves some birds for messengahs..."

Adrian looks up at the Badger Lord and nods. "Ah, yes sah, I imagine it'll be first thin' tomorrah. Tonight would be too late, eh, Monty? An' wot's that about... Bee'ives, Private?"

Monty looks waaaay up at Ciocan as the Badger Lord approaches them, and he gives him a salute. "Sah, yes, sah! Thank you, sah! I believe our plan is t'leave some time before th'sun rises. That way we can at least try an' get a little bit o'shuteye before he venture out into th'unknown wilderness, sah. I've drawn up a map an' have some areas marked off where I think we might have some success, so we'll take it a day at a time, sah." The young buck smiles. "Once again, I jus' wanna thank ya for givin' us this opportunity t'help the Patrol. M'whole life revolves aroun' this place an' doin' my job, an' so anything I can do t'help, I'm more than happy t'do. I've caused enough headaches aroun' here, so I wanna do what I can to make up for alla that, y'see, sah." Monty beams as Varus compliments his idea. "See, Adj? Once in a blue moon, I DO have some pretty decent ideas, eh?" He laughs, grinning at Adrian. "Yeah. Beehives. I gotta make sure y'don't go off an' try an' look inside one, searchin' for honey!"

Ciocan nods "Alright then, right before sunrise sounds good and I am glad you two have a plan, plans are always good to have."He then goes to chat with some other hares and slowly makes his way over to Tarsa after a while.

Tarsa yawns as she is tried but comes to attention and gives a salute to the badger lord as he comes over "Sur..."She says "All seems well sur...the feast went..fairly well" One fight but otherwise it was good and hares are still having a good time chatting and eating, her on the other hand..maybe not as much fun, then she rarely has fun really or more than rare it's been a while since fun was in her life.

Varus likewise stands at attention when Ciocan approaches, though he says little as the badger chats with the two younger hares. Once he moves off, the Major turns again. "Ah, before dawn, I see. We'll 'ave some beast there ta see you two off... Mayhaps I'll be there. We shall see..." He lets it drop there, and starts to wander off to speak with some of the older hares that are closer to his age, leaving Adrian and Monty to themselves once more.

Adrian nods and salutes the Badger Lord, and can't help but blush some. This is a very important mission, after all. "Right-o, Sah! We'll do our best, wot!" After both Ciocan and his father have stepped away, the Corporal gives his friend a look. "Lookin' for 'oney? Honestly, I dunno where you get these ideas... As if I'd evah endangah mahself for food..." Hares are walking stomachs, though. "Annnnnyyyy-waaaayyyy... Is there, ah... There anybeast yer gonna make any special farewells to? Friends? Girlfriends?"

Ciocan nods "At ease....you have seemed ...how you say down during the feast, why is that?" He asks Tarsa.

Tarsa frowns "I...down sur?" She looks at the floor and back to him "I am fine sur, perhaps tried from the rescue mission" She sighs as she has that...claw mark now...well two that barely missed an eye " Maybe a day off is good?"

Ciocan folds his arms over his chest and sighs"My quarters..in the morning after breakfast" He then excuses himself and heads to his room for the night, any hare still here can of course stay and enjoy the rest of the evening.

Who:

Tarsa- Sargeant in the LP and  Fighter

Jacenta- Private in the Lp and Healer

Dominik- Private in the LP and Fighter

Zolomon- Private first-Class in the LP and Runner

Stormfang-2nd in command of Blackrose

Melantha- Leader of the Blackrose

Spoofed ferrest of Blackrose

Log:

Tarsa looks around "Ok..we need to be careful, find out..if we can...where a base, if any, could be"

Zolomon nods "Of course, we know one place wouldn't be or close to that...I mean...the foxes would of likely..ya know, killed them"

Jacenta says, "Those foxes were creepy, glad none of them took any hares captive"

Tarsa says, "The marten that works for the Blackrose is creepy, maybe creepier than the foxes, though least his fur is normal...not his eyes, do not look directly at him ok"

Zolomon frowns "Yeah...bad idea trust me"

Jacenta says, "So no direct eye contact...ok, but still like keep an eye on him somehow right?We don't want to like miss an attack or something"

Tarsa says, "True but it doesn't mean you look at his face...paws work..or ears..something else not eyes..I don't know he can...do stuff..hypothesis or something"

Zolomon says, "Yeah she has a point be careful...for sure on the marten, the cat and the rat may not be as dangerous but still have weapons"

Jacenta says, "I usually don't fight, but can...only if I have to though"

Tarsa walks along and frowns "Gonna be a lot of possible trouble i think. I have a feeling a rumor is around that may well get proved true, just a rumor now of our low numbers and yes its true...but most see it as a rumor right now"

Zolomon says, "I have a bad feeling some already know"

Tarsa says, "I know someone said they saw us returning with so..low a number, and it was the same day Hanzi wandered off and was threaten by that tattooed rat"

Jacenta frowns "Beasts know..that can't be good." Her nose twitches a little in worry" I mean...you don't think they would ever ....come after all do you?"

Tarsa ears droop "I don't know...the mountain can see for miles and it be hard to get in that easily...I mean if a threat got big enough maybe, like the threat Redwall had...could of been bad here too"

Zolomon says, "I don't think any threats would want ta deal with Lord C...and fer sure if he was in a bad mood"

Jacenta smiles "True...they wouldn't....I mean it be a dumb move right?"

Stormfang decided now was a good time for a walk, he never was one of the smarter vermin, that was for sure. He slowed though when he seen the hares."Whoa..longears..what they doing out"

Tarsa looked up just in time and stopped the others"The rat...from the beach few weeks ago" She narrowed her eyes, there was others..there had to be others.

Zolomon lays a paw on his longbow, he was ready just in case there was trouble.

Of course there was trouble, in the form of a cat as she snorted..Melantha "You idiot now they know we are here...whats it matter."She smiled and snapped her fingers as a couple ferrets joined them."Never liked hares....well alive anyways....heard they taste good, maybe I should find out"She chuckles at her joke or maybe its not a joke.

Jacenta has her dirk out"Ummm...orders Sargeant?"

Stormfang blinks "Ya mean like..eat a hare? I dont know boss...that would likely get that stripedog serious peeved off"

Tarsa keeps an eye on the cat, the rat and the ferrets and also at any chance another beast was around nearby.

Zolomon says, "If one comes near us I will fire an arrow at them, please let me.....please, especially the marten if he is here"

Jacenta stays alert for any sudden movements, she has learned also to look all directions, even behind her if needed...after the whole fox thing she is a bit better on alertness.

Melantha rolls her eyes, but smirks "Maybe....ok fun time..attack the long ears...maybe get one as a captive..injure..kill if like"

Stormfang chuckles"Here bunny bunny bunny..time for a little trip...to out base or maybe a dark forest"

Tarsa shakes her head "Its hare not bunny you annoying pest"She has her saber out and WILL slice at anyone who comes too close to her, she is in a powerful bad mood.

Zolomon backs up and does indeed fire off his arrow as the two ferrets give charge. His aim is deadly and he rarely misses.

The feline snorts, her ears go back in a hiss as a ferret falls over, arrow in his forehead, the other ferret slows, then keeps moving towards the hares, a little faster now in fact. Melantha yawns and then makes a bee line towards Jacenta

Jacenta stays close to Tarsa and Zolomon, as the ferret gets in front of her , she sidesteps and goes to stab their arm as they pass. She is getting better at fighting !

Stormfang edges closer, he is not sure what hare to go after, though he knows the archer is fairly dangerous, least from a distance, he aims to do a sort of zig zag pattern and try and get close enough to slice at him.

Tarsa keeps an eye on all the beasts, she sees the cat and ferret heading to the healer and goes to block and attack at least one of them

Zolomon smirks as his arrow hits and goes to get another and then just drops it to use his saber, sidestepping the rat and slicing towards the rats neck or shoulder!

Melantha ears go back as she hisses, the blade did slice into her arms and went to knock out the hare before they got another Chance to stab her.

Jacenta frowns and barely manages to get knocked out, she does sort of trip and fall onto the sand, she spits out sand as it gets into her mouth and crawls back a little before going to stand up again.

Tarsa narrows her eyes, and fights off a ferret as they attack, she keeps an eye on the cat but frowns as she may of lost sight of Stormfang.

Zolomon snorts, he grips the saber and it is true he needs more practice with close up fighting, he is still good at it"Yeah..I almost killed a monitor with a saber." He may of suucceed totally but , well he was close to passing out and had some help to finish the fight.

Melantha ears go back. She smiles a little "This is fun, maybe I should have my friends take you all out one by one, make your numbers less and finish what Ormaz started"

Jacenta frowns, "She knew.."She frowns more as a couple more ferrets show up and grips her dirk as she looks at the others.

Tarsa keeps an eye on the vermin as she speaks "Shut up feline...how about you just tell us where Rudolfo is and leave, not wise to try and set up anything on our shores..trust me" She also keeps an eye out for the marten, hopefully he isn't around.

Stormfang folds his arms over his chest "You don't tell the boss to shut up...see we can easily shut you bunnys up and we can do what we want and ya can't stop us"

Zolomon stays alert, he could get his longbow back but there is a couple vermin that's too close for that, he makes sure to keep an eye on them as they speak, for now staying quiet but alert all the same.

Lo and behold, the Patrollers' odds just evened up just a little, as the sound of heavy pawsteps are heard approaching. Soon enough, the massive form of what seems to be a hare appears a short distance away, and he is making a beeline right for the gathered group. Normally mahogany fur is streaked black with charcoal as is his habit preparing for battle, and it only makes him seem that much more intimidating as Dom joins his fellow Patrollers. He hadn't drawn his blade just yet, figuring on gauging the situation first, his gaze falling upon the vermin, as icy and cold as its ever been.

Melantha smiles coldly"I dont listen to hares" She points to the gathering of 4 ferrets and there is Stormfang "They don't either..hmms 6 to..lets see..3, 3 being you hares." She then sees Dominik.."What ever..6 to 4...still more of us than you, so it's either slaves or death I say, let's see where this goes...ok attack the long ears" She has he own sword out now.

The ferrets go to attack a hare each, a couple going after the healer. For now the feline waits for a target it seems.

Jacenta frowns, she had hoped there wouldn't be any more fighting, then vermin never were ones to stop fighting long, she . She sidesteps one ferret and stabs at the 2nd one that goes towards her. She goes get a line of blood on her lower arm, but its not as bad as it could be.

Tarsa steps back only to swing at one of the ferrets, aiming for their neck. She isn't taking any chances"Fight back and be careful!" She would say fire an arrow but she knows he had to drop the longbow and get his saber out, she does make an effort to stay close to Zolomon though in case he needs help.

Stormfang blinks "Whoa...large...bunny."He then grins "The bigger they are then the harder they fall right?"And he chuckles as he goes to slice his cutlass at Domink, weather that's wise or not though is unclear.

And as the ferrets begin to attack, the situation has been adequately gauged. Dominik does not hesitate in kicking at the first enemy that ventures near, slamming his foot into their midsection as hard as he is able, before his paws thud into the other one that approaches with a quick left-right combination. His strength has seemingly returned as much as it likely could, making the large hare that much more dangerous. Being occupied by said ferrets, he does not react in time to Stormfang's attack, and he is struck in the hip by the cutlass. Luckily it was only a glancing blow, however Dominik turns his attention to Stormfang with a thunderous expression darkening his already cold features. Uh oh. Trembling in anger, the large hare swipes down with a paw at the rat in an attempt to knock the blade away from him and out of his paws.

Zolomon knows to just let Dom handle any ferrets or what ever close, he pays attention to a ferret by him, he swings his saber at one ferret and makes sure to stay close to Tarsa.

Melantha is wise, she choices not to attack the larger hare, though he may be an easier target..she watches the hares and then jumps at Jacenta suddenly , blade out and swings ,then slicing at the hare maid. Also note she may be having a ferret attack her also at the same time.

One ferret falls dead, thanks to the archer hare with the saber....still leaves 3 other ferrets. The rat and the cat.

Jacenta can use a dirk fairly well and even manages to stab a ferret in the leg, she gasps in pain as the feline's blade comes down on her shoulder and cuts deep..blood flows down her shoulder as she holds back a yelp of pain.

Tarsa blocks the blade of one ferret and shoves them back, she frowns as Jacenta clearly is in trouble ."Someone help her!"

Stormfang is fighting Dominink and goes to kick at the hare as his blade, after he tries to keep it in his paws, is indeed knocked a few feet onto the sand. He gulps a little "Boss..Boss!!"He goes to quickly find the dagger in his belt before the hare gets too close again.

Having summarily dispatched and winded the two ferrets who had attacked him, Dom can now focus on Stormfang. Blood streams down his leg onto the sand from where he had been struck, but Dom pays it no mind as he finally draws his sword. Swinging it down at Stormfang, he stops it right before it can strike the rat, the tip of the dangerous blade hovering inches from him as the weapon increases Dom's already impressive reach. His voice booms out over the beach, loud and commanding. "Pull back, or rat vil die!" He directs this at Melantha, turning his stony gaze to her.

Zolomon manages to finish off a ferret and then goes to quickly go to aid Jacenta, he will slice at the cat or least go to block a blade, he narrows his eyes at her "Surrender ...Melantha and tell us where your slaves are, you have at least one"

Melantha snorts as she does go to make what may well of been a killing blow, but it's blocked as she narrows her eyes "You...long ears like to get in the way huh.."She looks over at the large hare and narrowing her eyes, she speaks again"Oh I have more that 1 slave and one is a long patrol hare, hee..guess some of you hares need extra practice avoiding vermin hmmm"

Jacenta pants as she backs up and tenses up, she drops to her knees as she forces herself to stay awake and holds pressure to the wound, some bleeding stops as she frowns, feeling faint but awake still.

Tarsa gets to Jacenta side and frowns, she will look for a bandage and keep an eye on the vermin at the same time but she knows she needs to get the wound bandaged, even if its temporary..till they get back to the mountain and another healer can tend to the wound.

Stormfang eeeks loudly and then breaths a sigh of relief as the blade is not cutting him, well yet anyways and its not like he can go to stab the hare...his weapon is sort of a few feet away from him in the sand. He does go to make a fist but has yet to try and punch the large hare.

Dominik narrows his eyes in return to Melantha, and in response to her words, he lifts his sword tip away from Stormfang...only to give it a quick swing in an attempt to slice off half of the rat's right ear. He follows this up with a swift kick aimed at Stormfang's midsection. It seems the cat doesn't care too much for her own fighters, if she would not make a move to try and save one of her own. It is quite clear that taking a hostage is not in the cards, and so the hare makes his way over to Jacenta's side, raising his sword in an effort to fend off any oncoming vermin and protect her.

Zolomon keeps an eye on the cat"You talk of numbers going down....seems..odds are not in your favor...kitty"

Melantha growls as her ears flatten on her head, she looks ready to attack the larger hare with her blade, but there is the other hares also,She grins there is still a ferret or two..and there is the rat..right?

Jacenta frowns as she does have a bandage in her knapsack if needed, she is quiet right now as she frowns, but manages to stay awake..barely, but she is in a lot of pain.

Tarsa is not taking this, this is annoying as she swings at any last ferrets that comes near them and she is aiming to kill too.

Stormfang goes to try and punch the hare only to get his ear slice in half and the kick the the gut sends him backwards, a roll and he groans as he passes out.

Dominik looks all to eager to battle the wildcat, turning his attention to her as she regards him, staring her down with the glint of battle gleaming within his eyes. "Look at rat," he booms, pointing his sword down at the unconscious vermin, before lifting the sword to point it at Melantha. "That is Dom taking it easy and sparing from death. Only lose ear. If cat continue, not be so lucky...vil lose much more." And judging by his expression, he is quite serious, still bleeding from the wound to his hip but not really caring too much about that.

Zolomon keeps an eye on the cat, but frowns as he sees Dominik is injured, but also "Your outnumbered now kitty, what ya gonna do?"

Melantha hisses low as she backs up and lowers her weapon "Not surrender that's for sure..seems you hares have more to worry on that me."She chuckles "Sides...the Blackrose is not easily stopped." She looks ready to bolt any moment as she backs up a little and keeps an eye on them, bit least she isn't fighting them now seeing as...well 4 dead ferrets and an unconscious .

Jacenta chooses now to pass out, not her fault but there is blood lost and the pain, the blade cut to her shoulder bone so...yeah..though the bleeding has stopped a good deal she will still need that tended to and soon.

Tarsa frowns and scoops up the fellow hare and narrows her eyes at the cat, she glaces at the unconscious rat as she speaks "We still need to know where the slaves are and she has Private Rudoflo still somewhere"

Dominik barks out a harsh laugh at Melantha's comment, holding out his paws and gesturing towards the dead ferrets and unconscious rat, a smirk upon his muzzle. "That so? Vell, from vat I can see, it seems vas stopped quite easy. Think of vat can do ven have more behind us, cat. And next time, vil not be so lucky, this sword vil find its vay to your throat. If not believe, go and try to find dark foxes, and ask." Dom nods to Tarsa, "Yes, but...vil not find this out now. Ve vil find out, do not vorry. Answer vil not come easily from coward cat."

Zolomon keeps an eye on the cat, making sure she doesn't try any sudden moves and stays close to the others as he stays very alert.

Melantha narrows her eyes and smirks as she speaks "Fine..the hares won...today and yeah...I will have other firends too...keep tha tin mind."She then quickly heads off before anyone can make any move against her. They do have injured to tend to.

Tarsa nods slowly "Yeah answers later..."She goes glace at the unconscious rat still, debating but maybe just leave him there for now.

Stormfang groans as he slowly wakes up and looks around. Just in time to see his boss leaving and the hares still..here..he frowns and slowly stands, and looks at his cutlass on the sand and edges towards it.

Dominik watches as the cat retreats, sheathing his sword after it is apparent she will not be attacking. He remains there glaring after her retreating form, then once she is gone, his attention turns to the unconscious Stormfang as he sees Tarsa eyeing him. "Leave there," he suggests. "If not awake, vil be food for birds. One less to vorry about." The large hare smirks, before turning to offer assistance with Jacenta despite his own injury, and not aware that Stormfang has regained consciousness.

Zolomon has yet to notice the rat either his concern is his fellow hares "Yeah we need to get to the infirm..tend to Dom and Jacenta, we can figure out rescue plans and stopping the cat later"

Melantha turns and looks at the hares and snorts, she needs to be more careful next time and soon heads further down the shores, back towards where she has set up a base.

Tarsa nods, she does notice the rat and narrows her eyes at him, "Don't even think of garbing the bade rat...your keep your distance if know any better"

Stormfang starts to get the blade and stops as he looks at Tarsa and straightens back up, he says nothing but doesn't move from where he is.

Dominik begins to turn to limp away, and upon hearing Tarsa speaking to the awake Stormfang, he turns and glances back over his shoulder at the rat. "Hmmph. Might vant to look for ear in sand, try to sew back on, rat. Then go flee like your master." He gives a dry laugh, before shaking his head and turning back around again. "Not vorry," he replies to the others. "If this is sample of how group fights, ve vil have no problem. No discipline. Unorganized. Ve vil get hares back soon, is no vorry." The hare moves to continue on, to head back to the mountain.

Tarsa acts as rear guard, if the rat makes a sudden move he will liekly get attacked.

Stormfang does get the blade but he doesn't go for the hares, he goes to catch up to the feline.

Zolomon watches the rat leave and shakes his head"I agree, but there is a marten..crazy eyes that may well be a concern...other than that I am unsure"

Tarsa sighs, Dom has carried the unconious healer to the mountain "Come on let's just get back and make sure Dom and Jacenta is ok...then I seriously need a drink at the tavern, and hopefully we can find out some of the Blackrose....."

Who:

Melantha- Leader of The Blackrose

Stormfang- 2ND in Commnad of the Blackrose

Tarsa- Sargeant in the LP

Hawkeye-Old Otter that works in The Tavern

Log:

Melantha walked along the path and smirked "Life is beginning to look good again Stromfang, maybe we can do well in this area"

Stormfang frowns "What bout those long ears...or the stripedog? Especially the stripedog, you have yet to see him up close, trust me ya don't wanna boss"

Melantha chuckles "I don't fear badgers, they can be killed...Ormaz killed two badgers..proves they can die...everything can die Stormfang and everything can fall"

Stormfang frowns"They are gonna find out, if don't already we have a hare of theirs....and injured another one"

Melantha says, "Yes yes I know ....would of been better to injure a higher ranking one but..."She shrugs and chuckles "Don't matter..injure..kill, one by one maybe..they slowly fall...lose hope as numbers go down more..fun times""

Stormfang asks, "what about those foxes? Wont they..like...get in the way or take slaves we might want?""

Melantha shrugs "Who cares...let them kill some hares, less work for us huh"

Stormfang says, "So...what do we do then? Like try and injure more long ears from afar? Get more slaves...what"

Melantha says, "from a distance is good, reminds me we need some more archers we have like 2 that seem to follow Taz around"

Stormfang says, "Taz freaks me out boss...his eyes are just....freaky, why keep him around?"

Melantha says, "He's good at getting slaves and info when wanted, and I like for one day the Blackrose to be feared, like it was in fathers day..and grandfathers day""

== An Hour or so later==

Melantha steps into the tavern and soon finds a chair and sits down. She yawns as she is a little tried but not as tried as she was and seems ready for what ever the day brings her, and to order a drink, maybe a nice dark ale.

Hawkeye has only been working here maybe a couple days so far, mainly tending to the bar and sometimes going a short distance to set an order on the table. He happens to be the one to sit the dark ale in front of the cat."Need the coppers now miss."

Melantha takes the ale and does indeed lay out the needed money and smirks"This place usually has some long ear serving or a ferret...not one of those uniformed hares...not that I care rather dislike those long ears annoyances" She sips the ale slowly.

Hawkeye frowns and nods "Well....the Long Patrol is going to be around miss, they live on the shores after all and come into town a good deal"

Melantha takes a long drink of the ale as she chuckles "They been told to leave Halyard..seems they are low in numbers now a days, such a pity really..guess more are needed elsewhere hmms, then I heard..unless its rumors....a lot of hares died, I did see, along with a friend, a very short among returned with the badger, odd if ask me"

Hawkeye shrugs "I don't pay much attention, thar be the foxes heard a lot of...maybe some slavers around, that's about it"He shrugs again "Need anything to eat?"

Melantha grins "Maybe pay more attention..so what are the specials today?"

Hawkeye rolls his eyes and answers " Some baked fish with rice, and..yeah think some wild greens with it, they also have clam chowder of some sort."He sighs "Excuse me..."He limps slightly over to a rather loud rat and soon gets them an ale, he has his cane or it's likely he would have a lot more trouble walking than he does.

Melantha watches the old otter closely, studies him and when he does come back over she nods "Clam Chowder sounds interesting I think I will try it and some more ale"She is already laying out needed coins.

Hawkeye nods and goes to get the clam chowder and ale and gets the coins, he gets around fairly well, a slight limp yes but he does have the cane now.

Melantha takes another long drink of the ale as she watches the otter go to serve some other beasts, she tries the clam chowder, it's..so so but hey one doesn't have to like everything after all. She does like the ale and has started on her 2nd mug of it.

Tarsa makes her way into the tavern, it looks like she hasn't had the best night, but she still managed to get cleaned up and right now is in some regular clothing, not her uniform right now. She finds a chair and sits down with a groan, a mutter and snorts..ok moody right now as well.

Hawkeye makes his way over to Tarsa "Ello miss...anything I can get ya, it seems your already having a bad day and its just barely begun"He offers a smile "Gonna be sunny...maybe slightly cold, but sunny all de same"

Melantha glaces over and frowns, oh joy it's a hare. She just eats the soup quietly and sips her ale, ever so often she looks at the haremaid as she keeps an eye on her.

Tarsa sighs "yeah yeah sunny day...an ale would be good sir. And nothing can get worse than last night I am sure and rather not do that again either"

Hawkeye chuckles a little and gets her an ale" And no charge...I can pay fer it, for ya lass...maybe to cheer you some."He sits on a bench by the bar and looks around as he speaks "Never really too busy right now, lunch time it is and again at dinner usually"

Melantha just listens as they talk, one never knows what kind of info they can get from listening to others chat about how their day or night went. Another sip of ale as she listens but acts as if she doesn't.

Tarsa shrugs "Not busy is good."She drink half the ale before she speaks "Those...crazy ghost what ever foxes are gone...killed..slain wotever ya call it. They injured a couple hares but the hares should be fine. I can now try and see about finding some other troubling vermin. Then again knowing my luck it wont be easy, trouble just going to be around"

Hawkeye nods "Well one less trouble around then, that's good lass and sadly vermin will not go away..some stick around,others leave...some never leave. This town has some bad ones...in between ones and very few good ones, pirates come and go..lucky mainly they just go...some don't even come into town and just stay at the boat dock till its time to leave"

Melantha listens, oh so no more foxes...that spells good news for her as more beasts will venture out, more slaves and possible new recruits for the Blackrose.

Tarsa sighs "No such thing I think as a good vermin..I mean"She frowns, "Ok maybe a rare case..there was a stoat, Marek..that was one of the very rare few, like 1 in thousands of vermin"She snorts "Good vermin....like a very small needle found in a field of haystacks"

Hawkeye has to chuckle at this and smiles "I adopted a fox cub..well teen and he is a good lad and I aim to keep him good. He is my son...I think if one can get to them when they are a dibbun....there is a chance, yes not so likely once they are grown up, but some vermin do respect woodlanders and rules..some are just annoying, others pure evil in all it's finest"

Melantha just listens as she hmmms...a good fox cub, interesting but she could care less she needs not so good foxes right now, or least those looking for some extra or a lot of extra gold, she has it to give from stealing or maybe earning.

Tarsa asks, "A good fox cub? Wait a moment think I meet him on the beach your the one with...yeah the cane was from the armory""

Hawkeye smiles "Yes and tis been very helpful lass. Now I will have some issues still all me life but that's ok..I can live with a slight limp after all."

Melantha clears her throat to speak "A limp can't always be good though, seems like trouble...to me, and it's trouble most should avoid"

Tarsa slowly looks at the cat, where has she seen the cat before as she looks so familiar. She frowns as she must be more tired than she thinks, "Trouble is best avoided cat, trust me and ..who are you, you seem familiar" Nope she isn't afraid to state the cat is familiar.

Hawkeye tilts his head at the cat and shakes his head "I rather not have trouble and ya best not be offering any cat, trust me ya will regret starting any trouble"

Melantha smirks "Is that a threat old one?" She looks at the hare and finishes the ale as she smiles, not a good smile either "I do hmmm...and why share a name, I don't usually share my name very often and not usually ta hares"

Tarsa studies the cat closer and then her eyes narrow "You...you were with the rat and I have reason to believe a marten works for ya too..your a slaver" A couple beasts glace over, one beast seems to care less and just eats their brunch.

Melantha chuckles "You long patrol hares are smart aren't ya..but not that smart..so you want to fight me, in here right now? Might be an interesting show...oh yes a name, ya asked earlier and I am in a good mood..Melantha leader of the Blackrose and I don't like hares, I would of loved to stay around Mossflower and just watch how some of you stupid hares breathed your last cause of insane Ormaz and if rumors are true his own brother killed him, not a hare or even a badger.....the day was saved by his own brother, vermin gone good...load of fool as see where going good got anyone"

Hawkeye frowns "I heard of the Blackrose and not good things"He may not be able to fight much now a days but he can try if needed, but tries the nice way first "Leave cat...just go"

Tarsa says, "Yeah leave....not in the mood to fight you, but doesn't mean I won't...you have one of our hares and I aim to get them back, also note the Long patrol wont let a slaver stay around long.""

Melantha just chuckles as she stands and seems to think this is funny "Oh I should fear the long patrol..really? Me and my friends could take you out one by one if we wanted to, it would be fun target practice..maybe tell them to try and luck on the stripedog too, that be more fun...see all have weaknesses and so does you goodie goods....wear out from fighting and attack again...use long distance weapons, heck a plan from those foxes attack at night."She looks between the two and smirks"Watch your backs....or don't"She smirks and walks out, leaving a gold coin as a tip..isn't she nice , or insane...who knows.

Who:

Zolomon-Runner- Private first class

Felicity- Runner-Corporal

Felcity's sister-spoofed by Felicity

Jacenta-Private-Healer

Log:

Zolomon came back long enough to get something to eat, he didn't want to keep getting meals at Halyard and it was decided he needed a short break, someone else could stare at the injured hare in Halyard, least for today. He found himself in the dinning hall soon after a short training session.

Jacenta is at a table by herself. Some half eaten soup, a a untouched roll by a tall glass of water sits in front of her as she stares at it quietly, every so often rubbing her eyes as she had been crying and just recently calmed down.

Felicity is sitting at a table in the middle of the room with her baby sister Julia on her lap. There is a large plate in front of them -- they're sharing fish sticks and sauce, little sandwiches, and carrots. Most of the food is gone, as is Felicity's tea and Julia's green sap milk. The Runner is scribbling on what looks like reports, and the leveret is drawing industriously, her precious dolly clutched under her arm. They both seem oblivious to what's going on in the room around them.

Zolomon walks over and stands beside Jacenta "I say lass, are you ok? I heard talking helps or if you want left alone, I can go away"He does slip off to get food but will go back past her and either stop or sit at another table.

Jacenta jumps slightly and sighs "I just miss James...."She watches him get some lunch and speaks again as he passes "You don't have to go away and as for talking, it helps sometimes and sometimes it makes it worse"

Felicity and Julia finish their food at the same time, splitting the last fish stick. Shuffling through her papers, the Corporal pats her sister on the back. "'Ey, I need t'go get more papahs for m'reports." She looks around, then says, "Would y'like to sit with Zolomon while I go do that?" After the leveret nods, the Runner gathers up her papers and quill and now-capped ink pot and puts them in a messenger bag at her feet, letting her sister hold onto her pencil and paper and dolly. Standing, Felicity puts her sister on her hip, the messenger bag over her shoulder, and takes the empty plate to where it goes. After dropping it off, she walks over to where the Privates are. "'Ello, you 2. I say, would you be alright watchin' my sistah for a few minutes while I get more papahs for my reports? I shouldn't be too long." "Ands I pwomised to be goods!" Julia nods. At a couple of nearby tables, some of the other Privates and Recruits are watching, many of them whispering among themselves.

Zolomon frowns, then seeing the dibbun he smiles "I can watch her, she seems nice and quiet mostly, she can help me cheer up Private J"

Jacenta blinks and smiles slightly, she waves to the dibbun hare and sighs a little "Least she has someone still, some of the young ones don't now, wot is gonna happen when the others get back?"

Felicity smiles sadly. "Thank y'so much, Zolomon." Setting her sister and the messenger bad on the seat opposite the Healer, the Runner adds, "Aye, an' I do m'best. I wish our families would quite dyin'.....'tis the 'ardest thing I know." Giving her sister a kiss on the head, the Corporal jogs out of the room. "I'll be right back! You be good, Julia!" "Kay, Lissie," the leveret replies, not looking up from her picture. "I'sa drawin' der mountain!"

As soon as the hare maid is out of the room, a Private at one of the nearby tables snorts. "Look at 'er, thinkin' she's all that, wot! Y'know, she an' I joined the same day as Recruits, and who should get promoted before me but the den mothah!" "Aye, she's always  draggin' 'er bratty sistah around everywhere." "Who does she think she is?"

At another table, a Recruit stands up, pointing a quivering paw. "Whatch yer mouth! Both m'parents died at Redwall, so I...I'm left raisin' my 3 youngah siblin' all by meself! 'Tis a duty as important as the Patrol!" "Yah, who asked you?" More hares start to stand and shout, some of them with food still in their paws.

Julia looks up, appearing slightly frightened. "Why dey bein' mean to my Lissie and shoutin'?" She asks the Privates at her table, eyes wide, a worried look adorning her face.

Zolomon frowns "Ummm....I don't know."This is one of those times it be great to see a higher up hare, but Zolomon will still try and help as he stands slowly"Ok Ok all, let's just be calm and eat lunch. A lot has happen lately and..well..we just need to try and get along"

Jacenta looks over at the couple privates starting to argue and sighs, she frowns as one of the younger hares tosses a scone and it bounces off another hare's head. Her ears droop little as she watches. She lost her brother so she knows how some of the hares feel, but arugeing is not the answer.

Another scone goes flying through the air, then one of the Privates who had said mean things about the absent Corporal glares at Zolomon. "Y'just takin' 'er side 'cause y'like 'er!" The Private grabs a slice of pie and chucks it at the Runner with excellent accuracy!

Julia gasps and ducks under the table as another slice of pie flies in their general direction. Tugging her drawing supplies and the messenger bag under with her, she watches, her eyes wide.

More food starts flying through the air, the Recruits and Privates yelling at each other. A tart, still in its pan, zooms towards Jacenta's face, and a hare maid trips and falls, her cry cut off as a sandwich smacks into her cheek.

Zolomon sidesteps and frowns "Now now, no throwing food and one should respect their leaders, she is an officer ya know"

Jacenta is not as lucky and gets a face full of pie as she wipes it off and grabs the roll she has and starts to throw it, but sits it back down as she looks at Zolomon as if he knows what to do in a case like this.

Julia has grabbed a table knife and slips from one table to another. The mean Private scowl, picking up another plate of food. "She's nothin' but a goody-2-shoes den mothah who needs to stop bein' so stuck up! I should've been promoted afore 'er!" He throws the plate of sandwiches at Zolomon, then leaps around yowling when Julia stabs his foot with her knife. "No say mean things 'bout my Lissie!" As he gets hit with more food, the Private tries to grab the leveret, who scrambles away and hides behind Zolomon. A scone goes to bounce off Jacenta's head, and the hare maid who fell is sitting on the floor crying.

Zolomon frowns, "Whoa whoa no stabbing a foot paw.....and no trying to grab the dibbun!" He holds up his arm and blocks the plate of sandwichs as they fall to the floor and he frowns.He clears his throat "Show some respect Private..I am sure thar was a good reason for a promotion, they don't just happen ya know..respect ya commanding officers" He picks up the plate, yes he has shield now and goes to check on the hare maid that is crying, at the same time he makes sure Felicity's sister stays behind him."You ok lass?" TO either he asks this really.

And Old..moody..grump old Former Major Pete comes into the room, he is retired but still around, he grips a cane "Wot be all de darn screaming and yelling about ya young-----"And his foot paw hits a bit of fruit and he goes flying across the room and onto his back with a groan, yeah he ...won't be much help now.

Jacenta gasps and is unsure what to do that, she isn't about to get into trouble and quickly goes under a table to try and stay clear of the madness as she frowns and looks to the doorway. The mountain is so low on officers it would seem and then she sees the old retired Major Pete fall onto his back and frowns, she braves the food fight and quickly goes to check on the old hare.

The Private would say something, but his wide-open mouth get filled with a plate full of pudding, and so he's a bit unable to. Julia, grabbing her art supplies and dolly and stuffing them in the messenger bag, drags it all behind her, waving her knife in the air. "But he saids bads things 'bout Lissie, an' you s'possed to pwotect you fam'ly! AH!" A plate full of sandwiches hits the leveret in the back of her head and she goes sprawling, tears pouring down her cheeks. The hare maid on the floor grabs a sandwich and throws it at random, unwittingly sending it towards Jacenta and the old retired Major. "NO.....I want m'mum back, but she died at Redwall, an'.....and I used to make fun of Felicity, but now that I'm in charge o' m'siblings, too, I don't want to anymore." As food continues to fly, the shouts increase, with curses and mean words echoing off the walls of the mess hall.

Zolomon frowns "I....you knowwhat I bet Felicity could help ya with the younger ones and.."And he looks around his eyes wide "Oh..boy."Yep it's a mess in here alright "Well this is..interesting, wot"

Major Pete groans "I should hit ya ALL with me cane..should lock ya all in a room..."He shakes his head "I be fine lass..."He shakes his cane at the privates food fighting "How dare ya treat food like this!" And he falls backwards again and falls to the floor knocking himself out as one of the recruits frowns "Is he dead?" He looks worried. The retried Major isn't dead, but he is knocked out.

Jacenta takes a pulse and about the same time a scone hits her forehead as she frowns, she does answer the question "He isn't dead but he is knocked out and will have a very bad headache when he wakes up"

And at this very moment who should come in but Felicity herself? She opens the door with one paw, her other arm filled with sheets of paper. She looks up just in time to duck a flying pie. Gasping, she looks around, taking the scene in. Noting that she's the highest ranking hare in here who is currently awake, she yells as loudly as can, "I ORDER ALL OF YOU TO SHUT UP AN' STOP THROWIN' FOOD, WOT!" Almost all of the hare shut up, but that one Private shouts, "Yeah, an' who gave ye that right? I don't 'ave to listen to YOU, you're just a Corporal!" "'Is Lordship Ciocan 'imself promoted me, an' if y'don't listen t'me right now, so 'elp me, I'll go get the Brigadah 'erself an' tell 'er whot you lot 'ave done to the mess 'all, wot!" That shuts up the last few arguers, and as silence, broken by some sniffles and Julia crying, falls upon the room, the Runner marches over to her little sister and scoops her up in her arms. "Zolomon, Jacenta, what on Eahrth 'appened in 'ere, wot?!"

Zolomon frowns "Well one private said one thing and then another said something ta them and they started throwing food and plates and such, I told them they should respect ya Corporal but they said no and old Pete came in and umm..well he's unconscious now."

Jacenta is beside Old Pete "He will be ok but I'll need to get him to the infirm and most was throwing around food, and wouldn't stop at all."She frowns and looks at the old unconscious hare on the floor and frowns, he likely will march out of the infirm once he wakes up but ....so goes life.

Julia has recovered from her fall enough to have wound down from crying to sniffling. "Dey said bads things 'bout you, Lissie, so I stabbed him in da foots." Felicity purses her lips as she looks at the Private her sister is pointing to. "We are th' Long Patrol, lads and lassies! We can't be fightin' amongst ourselves. 'Twill only make us weak, and then our enemies will be able to defeat us." She shakes her head and nods to the Healer. "Do whatevah y'think is best, Private Jacenta. Private Zolomon, I could use ya 'elp writin' up a report of what 'appened in 'ere. 'M gonna hafta give it to.....um, well, somebeast. The rest o' you lot! Go 'it the showahs, then go do drills 'till, um, y'superiah officahs get you, wot!" There is much grumbling, but the ones who did the food fight comply, filing out of the room. The hare maid on the floor stops in front of the Corporal. "We.....we make fun o' you a lot. An' 'm sorry. I now know what it's like to be in charge o' your siblings an' in the Patrol

*The hare maid on the floor stops in front of the Corporal. "We.....we make fun o' you a lot. An' 'm sorry. I now know what it's like to be in charge o' your siblings an' in the Patrol, an'.....'m sorry...." she runs out of the room, and the Corporal breathes a huge sigh.

Zolomon looks around the room "They should jolly well be made ta clean up this mess, wot" About the same time Old Pete wakes up with a groan and sits up slowly. "Clean the room with small bushes I SAY WOT!!" His voice echos and he holds his head, yep one very bad headache.

Jacenta frowns, "Please take it easy sur"She says when the old hare sits up and she looks around with a frown and back to Felicity "A..report?Umm...well Thar is General Quinten, Major Varus and Major Jinora...think the two Majors are in Halyard, something about someone getting hurt real bad."

Felicity winces as the old Major shouts. "Aye, of course, Sah! I say, when the 'Ealers say you're fit for leavin' the Infirmary, y'should absolutely go make those miscreants come back in 'ere and clean up this mess, wot! You're the perfect best for it, Sah." Julia drops the messenger bag, and there is the crash of shattering glass as it falls onto the ground. A huge ink stain starts to spread on one side of the bag. "Oh no, mah reports!!" The Runner kneels and opens the bag, groaning. "Now I 'ave to redo 'alf o' these! AND 20 more. AND the one about what 'appened in 'ere! I think I'll give 'em all to General Quinten. I think 'e'll be th' most understandin'...." "'M sowwy, Lissie." "'Tis okay, I know y'didn't mean t'drop it."

Zolomon frowns, he is not sure about reports, will he have to do one too as he sighs "I should.....ummm...well, lunch is sort of ruined"

Old Pete snorts "All those privates need a strict lecture they do..they need..."And he is quiet as he seems to have forgotten "Why am I in 'ere again ya young wipper snappers....disturb me sleep...."He limps out of the room.

Jacenta reaches over and then just sighs and gives up as she stands up, "Wot do we do now..?"

Felicity watches the elderly Major totter out of the room and sighs heavily, pulling out what she can salvage from her bag. There's most of the reports, a book, her sister's stuff, and a set of quills that can be saved. "Well, Zolomon, y'get to earn 'ow to write up a report by makin' the one for what 'appened in 'ere! You, too, Jacenta. Let's go to the library. I'll tell another Corporal whot 'appened so they can go keep track o' those nitwits." Carrying the clean stuff in one arm, she makes Julia carry the messy messenger bag while she carries her.

Zolomon groans and goes to follow. Writting reports? He didn't have to write reports in the Defenders, "Ok...will do" He goes to follow, better time to learn than any.

Jacenta nods, she has written a report once, another time she just told someone and got out of writing one. Being a healer she keeps records or what happens in the infirm and that is, sort of like reports.

Zolomon does learn how to make a report, but does he write it...nope. He tells Jacenta he will take care of it and then heads off to find Quinten and just SPEAK the report to him. So much easier..right?