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Scene: Ferravale Entry

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It's mid-morning, the sun climbing high behind scattered clouds, and along the road that leads the entrance to town walks a mouse in a brightly-colored quit-patch cloak. His every third step is measured by the tap of his walking staff against the ground, his pack and an encased instrument bouncing on his back at his brisk, but not hurried, pace as he whistles a tune to himself through his teeth, approaching the village gates.   

Rayen is sitting in her wheeled chair speaking with a guard as she sighs "Ok..and is the bird trying to harm anyone?" The guard shakes his head no, "Then why worry if its behaving"   

Scarborough slows his steps as he nears the wheelchaired fox and the guard, head cocking and ears flicking as their words reach him, coming to a stop nearby as he listens briefly before interjecting, "What, there's a bird? Where is it? Is it dangerous?" He pauses, then blinks and gives a sheepish smile, "Ah, pardon, likely none of my concern... I meant not to interrupt."  Sep 21, 2017 at 6 p.m. 

Rayen looks up and speaks "I do not think so, its a rather large bird and its wing is hurt. Its a little south of our gates and its been keep an eye on so far, and its behaved its self so far as well   

Scarborough nods, "Ah, well, it's a good thing I didn't come from that way, then. I try to avoid large birds on principle, safer that way all 'round regardless of their intent." He looks from the fox to the gates, "Perhaps you can tell me, what village is this? I must confess myself to be new to the region, and still trying to find my way about the area."   

Rayen nods "Of course, this is Ferravale and I am Rayen the Master Healer here. South of here is a place called Redwall Abbey we have a peace treaty with them"   

Scarborough ahs and smiles, "I see! Well-met, then, Master Rayen!" He gives a short bow, sweeping his patchwork cloak out to the side, "I'm known by Lyric Scarborough, at your service. An abbey, you say? I've not come upon it yet, I'm afraid, but I may have to visit it soon. My services usually aren't in much demand at abbeys, though, I'm afraid."   

Rayen nods "Yes an abbey not many here go there. Oddly I use to live there but not anymore, I live here now and healers outside is always good as one never knows when one is hurt away from a village or the abbey"   

Scarborough nods in agreement, leaning lightly on his staff, "Oh, indeed. Knowledge spread, especially of healing, benefits many more than knowledge kept in a single place would."   

Blisa comes walking from the direction of the town center, her bodyguards Ferdinand the ferret and Clarissa the rat accompanying her. She was headed towards the guard shack, but then she saw the visitor to her village. Changing course, she waves at the mouse and calls out, "Greetings! Welcome to Ferravale! I see you have met our Master Healer."   

Rayen nods, as she sees the chieftain she nods a hello"By the way have you been informed of the heron south of your gates, it was injuried and is recovering close to Mossflower Defenders base"   

Scarborough turns his head as he hears a call, smiling and giving another short bow, this time to Blisa, "Indeed, miss, I have! And thank you, much am I pleased to be here! Considering I've been walking several days now, that it." He goes politely quiet as Rayen addresses the cat.   

The cat smiles, but then turns to the vixen as she mentions the heron. "Ah, yes, I remember hearing about that. How's it doing, do you know?" glancing at the mouse, she adds, "I apologize, I shoudl've intorduced myself. My name is Blisa Wyrmtamer. I am the Chieftain here."   

Scarborough bobs his head, introducing himself in turn, "Lyric Scarborough, ma'am, traveling musician."   

The term 'swift fox' was a bit of a missleading statement for Bandit. He was indeed, a swift fox, but it was very hard to imagine him being very swift about anything. The pear-shaped brown fox steps out of the of guard house dressed in chain mail and with a sword loosely belted about his waist.   

He nearly chokes on the apple when he sees the cheiftess and her body guards out on the street. He quickly tries to dart back inside, hoping no one has noticed him...   

Rayen shrugs "I am unsure....I do know of another issue, but seems the cause was taken care of. But the Heron is doing ok, its name is Moseley"   

Blisa bows her head at the mouse. "Pleased to meet you, Sir...." her ears twitch back a little, and she looks at the vixen. "Other trouble? Pray, do tell." Oh, she has seen her Head Guard, alright, and she gestures impatiently at him to join her (she's pretty confident that he's going to look back at her to see if she noticed him). Ferdinand and Clarissa just ignore the male fox and listen to the vixen, instead.   

Scarborough remains quiet, for the moment, simply listening as the turn in the subject of discussion is one he has nothing to offer input on, but finds himself interested all the same. Eyes tracking where Blisa looked and gestured, he takes in the guardfox, offering a smiple smile and nod that way should the guardfox look back.   

The heavyset guard turns for the door, finding it locked. He quickly taps on the door to let him in and is met with muffled laughter.   

Heads were going to roll... provided his own didn't, depending on the mood of the feline or if she was coming to ask about all the assignments piling up on his desk.   

Taking a deep breath, Bandit puts on his best smile before walking towards the crowd. "Ma'am." He says, nodding to the chieftess, or possibly the vixen. It's hard to tell.   

Rayen replies" Well some good news...Xander got Krisha,Oz and them back to the abbey, then he was heading back to check on the heron, but he was ambushed by 4 foxes but didnt have his blade some reason or other. He was helped by..."She clears her throat to tell the ferrets exact words"Some demon furred creature from hell..." She shrugs"And the ferret wants to hide in teh village by the way."She sighs "i have no clue, the hare was more helpful it was some other badger or something that helped and left"   

Scarborough cocks his head, speaking up, "'Demon-furred creature from hell'? Quite the image that conjures up... No idea what sort of creature, then?"   

The head guard's shoulders slump as more and more potential work for him is talked about. Maybe he could arrest the mouse for jay walking as an excuse to get out of this conversation.   

(A moment passes as the fox rubs his chin, "Just another week in mossflower. This is a melting pot for the strange and ghastly. And..." he looks the mouse up and down, "I didn't know you were hiring a new bard Blisa. What happened to the last one?")   

Blisa looks at the Head Guard oddly. "I don't think we've ever had a bard." Turning back to the vixen, she adds, "Yes, that does sound rather odd. Perhaps I should make a trip to the Abbey and ask them what happened."     

Rayen says, "That may be a good idea, least on what happen with Xander......as for that and the heron all seems to be fair""   

THe fox raises an eyebrow, "Haron? Like... a bird?" He tilts his head to the left then grins evily at the cat, "Is that ban on eating birds still active?"   

Entering through the gates comes Chud, who hasn't been seen around here in a while. He pads into the main entry area, barepawed, pausing to take a swig from his canteen.   

Blisa glares at the Head Guard. "Absolutely." Ferdinand, recognizing the otter, waves at him. Clarissa is too busy stifling her laughter at the Head Guard's remark. He wants to get slugged, obviously.   

Rayen frowns at Bandit and shakes her head grumbleing to herself."So..what should be done with the heron anyways?"   

The head guard shrugs, "Unless you want it shot down, it's not my jurisdiction." Best, head guard ever. "Chieftess, Master Healer... Chud. If you excuse me, I do have assignments to return to." The fox struggles to bow due to his heavy stomach. Instead he nods and begins walking back to his guard shack...   

Chud snorts at Bandit's comment about jurisdiction after nodding in return to Ferdinand. "What's this about a heron?" he asks the bodyguard. "Don't see many of those around usually..."   

Blisa rolls her eyes at her Head Guard. "Yeah, and you're a bit late with those...." Ferdinand shrugs. "A wounded heron wath found the other day. It'th being helped. But I think there wath thome greater trouble on the road and Xander wath injured..."   

Chud nods. "I can ask the other scouts to step up patrols. Dunno if they'll listen though." He shrugs. "How bad are we talking as far as trouble? Like, 'we're all gonna die'-bad? Or 'just a few robbers'-bad?"   

Rayen says, "I dont know, 4 foxes and one was killed, and one got away..but died later and two were dragged off...still may be others around though, dont know...or not""  Sep 21, 2017 at 9:03 p.m. 

Blisa lets the vixen give her answer, then adds, "'Attacking badgers' bad. Oh, and the heron....we should see if he is a friend, and if he is, then welcome him into the village or send him to the Abbey. If not.....well, then we'll deal with it at the time," she says, remembering an earlier question.   

Chud nods slowly. "Yeah, they must be either crazy, stupid, or really powerful. Whoever these highwaybeasts are...I'll keep an eye open." He scratches at the back of his head idly.   

Rayen just listens and sighs "I need a nap, excuse me all"   

Blisa bows to the beasts here. "Of course, Rayen. I have something that I was needing to do, as well. Good day." She waves, and then heads to the guard shack, Ferdinand and Clarissa following. Bandit's in for it now....   
 
Chud heads out after running a few errands, back to his patrol route. 

~*END*~

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This happens right after this log: http://forum.rwmuck.org/viewtopic.php?id=418

SCENE:  Ferravale tavern.

CHARACTERS: Krisha, a female badger.  DoraRose, LilyMoore, and Angela, female mice; Blisa, a female cat; Ferdinand, a male ferret; Clarissa, a female rat.  Patch, a male rat; Oz, a male badger; Zolomon, a male hare.  Marek, a male stoat.  Ferro, a male monitor lizard.  Various spoofs.

LOG:
Krisha enters the tavern and glances around for anyone she knows and frowns, "He's not here." She says quietly, but she will find a place to sit down.

Oz follows Krisha "I am sure he will show up soon prehaps?" Brother Cliff clears his throat "Whom is she looking for here of all places?" He frowns, it's clear the mouse has never been here "This place is creepy, look at it...oh never mind."

Patch is at a table with a couple ferrets betting on who wins a fight in the fighting pit...a tall rat or a short weasel, well the weasel won so Patch is happy as he won some more gold. He glances at the badgers  "Well...what's up now?"

Sitting in a corner is the Chieftain, Blisa, and 2 of her bodyguards, Ferdinand the ferret and Clarissa the rat.  The cat is busy with paperwork, but she stops and waves at the little group of Redwallers before returning to the sheets of paper on the table in front of her.  Outside, coming through the gates, is a trio of mice.  Leading the way is a very angry-looking Angela, who is leaning heavily on her staff.  "That accursed hare....when I catch 'im, 'e'll be sorry 'e ever even /saw/ Redwall..."  "Nana, I don't think that's necessary,"  one of the other mice, DoraRose, begins, only to have her grandmother turn and threaten her with her staff.  LilyMoore, the 3rd mouse, eeps and hides behind her mother, who just sways back a little and lets the top of the stick swish a couple of inches away from her nose.  "Don't gimme cheek!  An' that stoat left the Infirm without permission, as well..."  The elderly Healer really wants to smack somebody with her stick right now....

Krisha looks over as she sees the familiar mice, or least a couple are familiar" So...do we order lu...unch or wait?" She sighs why can't her father just show up, she would fell better if he did. Meanwhile a couple Martens are arguing and shoving each other nearby.

Patch walks over and nods a hello "Hello to you Redwall beasts...how is,..." He looks to the fighting martens and rolls his eyes. "Take it to the fighting pit goodness" He mutters. Oz raises an eyebrow at Patch as he hears the fighting, but this is a vermin tavern and he just stays seated, well for a short while.  "We could go closer to the front perhaps" He says quietly as the mouse brother states "Or go home"

Glaring at the martens, Blisa growls at them, "Take it to the pit or take it outside the gates!"  She doesn't feel like dealing with this sort of thing.  Dora manages to wrestle her grandmother's staff out of her grasp.  "Nana, please, we're in Ferravale.  Let's go get lunch, and if you see Marek, then please don't hit him.  We can talk to him, and then go say hi to Blisa.  Okay?"  Angela just scowls, but she lets Lily support her as they enter the tavern.  "Momma, look, there's Oz and Krisha and Brother Cliff.  Hi, there!"  The ever-friendly mousemaid waves with her other paw at the group of her fellow Redwallers.  And at the Chieftain, once she spots her.

Krisha smiles as she stands, finally someone she knows as she heads over to the other Redwallers "Hello....we came and got mint and some other sort of tea leaves"

Patch waves a paw at the two martens "Away...shoo thank you have a good day" Brother Cliff decides he is heading home.  "I am heading home you can tag along home with Dorarose and them..." Oz sighs as he nods, oh well he can stay a little longer.

Skipping into the tavern is the hare Zolomon, his eyes go wide when he sees the old mousemaid and quickly tries to get past her, he pats Oz on the shoulder "You didn't see me...right, right...." He gets an annoyed grumble from the badger as the hare goes to hide in a darken corner of the tavern.

Marek comes in from his quarters upstairs, his presence being announced by the steady clack of the temporary cane he is using. Examining the scenario he is surprised to see so many woodland beasts in his tavern. "Ah good morning, Mr. Zolomon I....Ms. Angela? Mr. Oz? Lilymoore? What brings you to Ferravale?" gesturing towards the bar indicating that Patch should be serving drinks he walks towards the group and smiles. "Nevertheless, it is a pleasant surprise to see you all after the numerous unpleasant days I have been having since my return".

LilyMoore's smile brightens when she spots her friend.  "Nana wanted to hit you with a stick, so Momma came along to make sure she didn't get mugged on the way here and I came so I could hang out with you!"  Angela has so very much noticed the hare, and she snags her staff from her granddaughter's paws and hobbles off after him.  "Get back 'ere, you!"  Dora just covers her eyes with a paw and groans.  "Why is this my life?"  Blisa, Ferdinand, and Clarissa are sitting in a corner, ignoring all the drama around them...for now.  Lily, having been freed from making sure that her great-grandmother doesn't fall over, walks over to the stoat and goes to give him a gentle hug.

Krisha frowns as she excuses herself "I...be back soon" She has decided to look for her father herself and it's just too crowded here as she says "excuse me" a couple times and bumps into one of the martens from earlier and goes to try and get around him only to be stopped by the other one "It's a badger maid, Claw...." "Ya I see Dagger...." Krisha starts to get nervous, being cornered is not good for her, "M..my father is..." She is interrupted as one goes to grab her by the collar of her robe "The blind one...what's he gonna do?" She frowns and tries to say something else her voice failing her now.

Patch nods to Marek, he is just glad he can still serve up drinks as he asks "Ale? Tea? Water?" He adds "We also have fish stew and scones..." Oz frowns as Krisha walks off but there is too much noise in here to totally focus on how far she walked. Meanwhile Zolomon gulps and just waves at the Redwallers "Jolly good day right?"

Marek nods and sits down. "I see, well it is nice to see you" he follows Angela and Zolomon across the room with his eyes as they run around the tavern and then turns to Krisha. "And you are...? I don't believe we have met yet"

The tavern may be somewhat calm, or it was 'til an already annoyed Monitor comes into the tavern. He sees Marek and the Redwall beasts, what ever he can sit elsewhere, then his eyes land on the martens as he snorts, "Taverns..." He mutters, he then freezes when he hears Krisha's voice and his eyes narrow as he spins around and walks over behind the martens and goes to use his tail to slam one into the nearby table and hiss at the other one catching his words, "The blind one issssssss nott...I am...releassssssssssse my daughter or death comes for you sssssssscums" Ummm...he is just a little, maybe a tad...ticked off!

LilyMoore sits beside her friend, her smile vanishing as she sees the fight brewing. Dora, before she hears the marten's words, said to Oz, "Why didn't you tell me you were coming to Ferravale? I could've come as your armed escort..." then she hears potential chaos and turns around. She only has her sword, but that's good enough for her. But then the monitor happens and the mouse Warrior relaxes. Yeah, he can handle that. The Chieftain's bodyguards are watching the spectacle, but Blisa is ignoring it. Angela, meanwhile is trying to corner the hare. "Oh, aye, 'tis a great day, alright." Glancing at the whole monitor/marten thing goin' on, she goes to grab hold of the hare's ear (he has the potential to be snarkier than the stoat).

Krisha struggles and gasps as one marten goes flying into a table that breaks in half, and the rats playing cards quickly back off as they look at the knocked out bleeding Marten. The other just chuckles "Or what stri..." He pales, "You're not a badger...you're a freaking monitor!!!" He does the smart thing and quickly lets go of Krisha who quickly goes over to the Redwallers and watches what happens next.  "D...Don't" The marten looks ready to wet himself "Don't eat me!!"

Oz starts to answer her and frowns "What is going on now?" Patch just frowns  "Chaos...hey no not the table!" Zolomon meanwhile fails to get away from the grumpy old mousemaid, "Hey let go the ear Ms. A...." Patch just frowns as he says the wrong thing next  "Why is the old coot so moody?"

Marek notices the chaos and sighs, standing and brandishing his cane in both hands as a weapon at the leftover martens that haven't been nearly squashed by Ferro. "NO REDWALL BEASTS WILL BE HARMED IN MY TAVERN!" he shouts with an air of authority that silences most of the tavern. With almost Angela-like precision he knocks out one random  tavern beast who questioned his authority with his cane before glaring into the crowd.

Ferro takes a couple deep breaths and bares his teeth at the Marten he holds in his claws now. "Leave..." He will then drop the marten to allow him to run, if he is smart and values his life, and goes to check on Krisha "Are you alright Krisha?" His tone a lot less...harsh and cold, it has worry and concern in it now.

LilyMoore watches all this, wide-eyed and silent.  DoraRose has her paw on her sword hilt as she watches the action carefully.  She is alert, and thankful that Ferravale and the Abbey have a peace treaty.  "Or in my village," Blisa adds to what the stoat said from her seat in the corner, her jade green eyes hard as she glares at everyone in the tavern.  "If anybeast harms a Redwaller, no matter who either party is, I shall deal with the villager....harshly."  And since she has a snake and is rumoured to be insane, it'd be best to take her seriously.  The silence is then broken by Angela's infuriated bellow.  "OLD COOT?!"  She goes to grab hold of the rat's snout.  "How DARE y'call me that!  I oughta tan yer 'ide and teach y'to respect yer elders and betters!"  Bet you a walnut that nobody'll save Patch from his fate....

Krisha hugs the monitor, meanwhile the marten has passes out from fear of being eatten and lays on the floor now, the other still on the broken table. "I...I am ok...father"

Patch errks as his snout is grabbed and this is Patch we speak of, "Let...go me old hag!!!" Oz frowns and moves slightly to give the old mousemaid some more room as Zolomon backs away quickly and shakes his head as the rat insults the mousemaid more, "Bad choice words Patch...."  He sits in a chair and glances over at Krisha and Ferro before looking to the group  "Guess all is well over there huh Mr. M"

Marek sits down, satisfied that the threat has been thoroughly dealt with, only to facepalm at the sight of Patch struggling in Angela's grasp. "Can you not go one day without angering somebeast, Patch?" he turns back to Krisha. "Now what was your name, child? My name is Marek and this is my tavern. And might I add that Mr. Oz is far more capable of defending himself than you may think. Looks can be deceiving"

Ferro nods and looks between the beasts and the broken table "I can payssssssssssss for that..." He sits down finally and nods a hello to the others, a few beasts have decided to not sit too close to the table suddenly.

LilyMoore goes to hug the stoat, kind of hiding from her great-grandmother, who is beyond furious right now. "Hag?!" Well, in the Northlands someone did say that she was Baba Yaga come to life, so this is actually not a new insult. "I'll teach y'to insult me, /vermin/," Angela hisses in a dangerously low voice. She then goes to drag the rat out by his nose. She heads for the Infirmary; she aims to make him her slave for a couple of days BECAUSE HE'S RUDE. DoraRose watches this, then chases after her grandmother. "Hey -- hey, Nana, that -- that may not be a good idea!" Then they're gone. It shows a good deal of trust on the Warrior's part to leave her daughter with the stoat in a tavern in a vermin town. Blisa stands and comes over after gathering up all her papers. "Hey, Lily, let's go get you settled so Basil knows that you guys are here." The mousemaid nods and waves to her friends.  The Chieftain waves, as well. "I'll let you and Marek work out the details of the table, Ferro. Thanks for dealing with those ruffians." And then they're gone, too.

~*To be continued in another log!*~

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A direct continuation of this log....literally: http://forum.rwmuck.org/viewtopic.php?id=403

LOG:
Marek nods as he starts battling the three vermin who have surrounded him, easily dispatching the 2nd fox he has more trouble with the previous two. Luckily for Marek, one of them makes a mistake that he acts upon by stabbing him in the knee, running to Angela's aid in time to be thrown into a scrambling ball of fur and fangs with the monitor lizard.   

Peeking out from behind the headstone, Angela scowls as she continues to dig through her haversack with one paw. Taking a chance, she reaches out and tries to stab the lizard with her sharp crystal.   

Through the ball of scales and fur you hear a wince as Angela accidentally stabs Marek in the shoulder, after several moments of rolling, the monitor manages to gain the upper claw and pins Marek to the ground. "Pity" the lizard says "An old stoat and an even older mouse...I wanted a little more action with my meal"   
"Uhh...sir....the boss said to kill Marek, not eat him" one of the rats pointed out dully   
The monitor only grins. "He didn't ask HOW to kill him now did he?....Now silence yourself before I eat YOU". Wisely the rat shut ups and the two rats decide to attack Angela whilst the monitor attempts to well....eat Marek.   

Cringing, Angela shouts, "Sorry, son!" Gulping, she then digs more frantically through her bag for her poisons. "'E's not old, I'm old...oh, dear..." she darts away with surprising speed for one so arthritic, then turns, dropping her haversack and aiming her deadly-sharp crystal at the throat of one of the rats. Her staff weilding skills are excellent, and she smoothly continues into an attempt to whack the other rat on the leg.   

Out of breath, Marek nods. "It is *gasp* understandable, Ms. Angela" weakly, he attempts in vain to attack the monitor but only ends up dropping his sword. Meanwhile, the rats attacking Angela seem to be having a worse time than they thought, as one of them falls quickly to Angela's throat slash, collapsing to the ground and holding his throat for a moment before going limp and the other lets out a childish "OWWW!" as he is struck in the leg.  Sep 14, 2017 at 8:03 p.m. 

Whirling her staff around like an avenging angel, Angela goes to hit the rat in the head with her staff, slicing at his face. Twirling, she then goes to hit him in the diaphram with the butt of her staff, then pulls a small dagger, which has until now been reserved for bandages, and she goes to slit one of the main arteries in the rat's neck! She may be a Healer, but she's got a temper like an ancient Celt, yo, and the skills to match.   

The rats eye widen as the dagger reaches his throat. "No, no please don't kill me. I'll run away and never come back, I swear! Me and Craygar we just got paid see, to kill Marek...but we don't know by who...just some slaver stoat who must like him or something...please don't kill me!".   
Marek continues to stab at the lizard to no avail, but refuses to give up. Soon the lizard bares down on the reformed stoat's rib cage and you hear a distinct snap which only causes the lizard to push down harder.   
Likely Marek would have been squished to oblivion had it not been for the sudden and unmistakable "CAW!" of a brown feathered eagle overhead. Landing within a few feet of the battle, Silverwing topples a few headstones ("My bad") before surveying the scene and glaring at the monitor and rat that have been left alive. "Leave stoat alone, big meany lizard!...or Silverwing hurt"   

Narrowing her eyes, Angela goes to just knock the rat unconscious. Turning on the monitor, she sheathes her dagger, grabs her haversack and shouts, "'EY!" Digging around a little, she is startled by the landing of the eagle. Looking up, she sees the headstones falling and gulps. After the bird makes her threat, the mouse, thinking quickly, adds, "Aye, she'll rip y'limb from limb, and then I'll /really/ make y' 'urt!" She continues to frantically dig around in her haversack.   
   
The lizard looks up and sheaths his sword. "Grrr, fine...but we're not done by a long shot, Redthorn!" he makes a quick getaway, turning every once in a while to make sure the eagle isn't following him and is long gone.   
Marek slowly gets up and spots the eagle, initially taken aback he quickly calms down and greets the eagle. "My thanks for the assist, Ms. Eagle. Might we pertain as to your name before we make our way to Redwall" He turns back to Angela. "Are you okay, Ms. Angela?"   

Hobbling more than usual, Angela makes her way to a headstone and sits, looking either angry or in extreme pain. "Ah, I'm not young like I used to be. I don't have the joints to run like that anymore. But other than that, I appear t'be fine, sonny." She pulls out a package and glares at it. "Oh, and o'course I now find one o' my poisons. Of course."   

The eagle tilts her head in confusion at the conversation but then addresses Marek. "My name Silverwing, daughter of Thunderwing.....you wear Defender Cloak" she examines Marek's cloak carefully. "You are friend Marek, is glad to meet you!" he gestures towards Angela. "Who mouse?...Mouse okay?"   

Stuffing her poison back into her bag, the elderly mouse Healer gets her supper and starts to grumpily munch it. In between bites, she says, "M' name is Angela Quietfeet. I'm not okay, but I shall be fine. M' granddaughter is DoraRose Strong'eart, and she is a member of this....Mossflower Defenders thing." She gets her canteen and starts pouring a powder into it.   

Silverwing nods as she picks up Marek and places him on her back. "Marek hurt, Angela hurt...Silverwing take back to Redplace, yes?". Marek nods weakly and doesn't argue with the eagle. With some rest he'll recover easily but on foot he would never make it. He quickly collapses into unconsciousness.   

Sipping her tea stuff, Angela eyes the eagle. "Well....that would probably be best, aye, if y'think y'can carry us both." She puts everything back into her haversack, then lets the eagle carry her or whatever. She'd really rather not walk anymore.   

Silverwing makes room for Angela on her back and then sets off towards Redwall....or does she. She seems to have trouble figuring out which direction to travel, nervously she turns to Angela. "Umm...how get to Redplace?"

~*END*~

Don't worry, they arrive at the Abbey safely and soundly....and Angela promptly locks herself in her room to rest and experiment with herbs and things.

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A direct continuation of this log: http://forum.rwmuck.org/viewtopic.php?id=413

SCENE:  Redwall Abbey entry

CHARACTERS:  Krisha, a female badger.  Emyuil, a male mouse.  DoraRose, a female mouse.  Gorvenalus the male beaver dos a cameo from the previous log.  Oz, a male badger.

LOG:
Gorvenalus nods "Yes maybe if he would...." And he is greeted by a novice "Umm...we are out of ink Brother Govenalus..." The beaver smiles softly "Well lets go get some while its still light and be home by dinner, excuse me my friends" and he slips off.   

DoraRose nods. "Perhaps you both could write down what of your history that you remember, Gorvenalus. Perhaps that would give Minsc a sense of purpose, because if we don't remember the past, we are doomed to repeat it." She watches as the beaver has to leave, then smiles at the badgermaid. "And I'm glad that you feel at home here, Krisha. You are most welcome."   

Emyuil exits the main Abbey building and heads out over the grounds towards DoraRose and the others at the entry. He raises a paw in silent greeting when he thinks they've spotted him, and soon he's within earshot. He doesn't interrupt...yet.   

Krisha nods "Beasts here are...nice, most are" 

DoraRose nods.  "Yes, most beasts are.  There are exceptions, of course, and the nice beasts are sometimes very good at remembering past hurts.  But for the most part, everyone here is pretty nice."  She waves to her brother.  "I had a dream last night that the Dibbuns had painted you pink." 

Emyuil blinks, caught off-guard. "Wha?" He tilts his head. "That's just bizarre...how did I react? In the dream, I mean." He smiles slightly, confused and amused in equal measure.

Krisha looks to the mouse whom enters, and nods a hello finally "Hello..." She doesn't know him yet.

DoraRose wrinkles her nose.  "You just sat there eating grapes and apricots and didn't even notice, even after I told you.  It was crazy."  She then looks at the badger and says, "Oh, this is my brother, Emyuil.  Emmy, this is Krisha.  Her father is the Blacksmith of Ferravale."  She refrains from mentioning that he's a monitor.  She can tell him that later, in private.

Emyuil wrinkles his nose as well at his sister's retelling of her strange dream.  "Ew." Then, he turns to Krisha and says, "Hey there...I dunno if 'rose told you, but our father was a blacksmith, too."  He smiles tentatively.

Krisha shakes her head as she speaks "I...don't know much of...either of you, just that she is gatekeeper, and I know some other members and their jobs also"

DoraRose smiles, proud of how her brother is handling himself with this. "Yeah, we haven't talked much, much to my chagrin. But yes, our father was a Blacksmith, too, one of the best weaponsmiths in our land." Resting her back on the warm sandstone wall here by the steps leading up to the walltops, she adds, "You can ask me any questions you want, by the way; if I don't feel like answering it, I'll let you know." She winks at the 2 of them, letting them know that she's telling both of them that.   

Oz walks into the entry slowly, a group of dibbuns with him. They seem to ask him something which he nods to and the leaf pile some novices had just fixes up...is now destroyed as 4-5 dibbuns jump into it and giggle. The badger smiles and chuckles a little himself as the novice just sigh, Oz smiles "It can be piled back up, besides....that's the purpose of leaf piles, to jump in" He hears others speaking but has yet to go all the way over to them yet.   
 
Krisha giggles as she watches the dibbuns jump in the leaves, one of the dibbuns comes to sit by her and she smiles "Hello"   

Emyuil smiles, more confident now. "Yeah...That was out in the East, a region called Tuscani," he explains to Krisha. Glancing over to his sister, he directs his next words at her instead. "So...any idea how Angela's trip was? Haven't got a chance to talk to her too much about it yet."   

DoraRose smiles at the Dibbuns. Maybe she should join them; she hasn't jumped in leaves for a while. Looking back at her brother, she adds, "I haven't really, either. She's stayed locked up in her room off the Infirmary; I think she's working on experiments." She, too, smiles at the Dibbun who comes over and sits by them. Her smile, however, is a little wistful looking. 

Oz walks on over "How is every beast and it may be wise to leave Angela alone she is most likely grumpy, seems someone left the infirm a little early and there is a hare there who keeps complaining of the food."

Krisha blinks "Why be grumpy and the food here is good" She has yet to truly learn about hares and their idea of how much food is a meal.

Emyuil tilts his head, catching DoraRose's wistful expression. He resolves to ask her about it later.  "Ehh, Angela's not _that_ grumpy," he says to Krisha.  "I mean, she can be, but she's got a heart of gold."

"Our grandmother is extremely grumpy at times," Dora says, "But my brother's right, she would do anything necessary to save a beast's life.  She's a Healer....just don't get her mad.  She has a stick."  And the elderly mouse has been known to hit people with her stick when they argue with her.  "Oh, did Marek leave early?  I heard that he was here; I'm not sure if Lily was able to visit him before he left....wait, why would a hare be complaining about our food?" 

Oz tilts his head, "She is scarier than Brother Leon sometimes if one doesn't pay attention to her in the infirm. I am blind and I can still picture that look she gives beasts." Yes he has dealed with it when his knee was acting up badly for a few days, he somehow managed to leave after Brother Leon left, but then there was Angela....he was on bedrest a week. He smiles "And hares are bottomless pits when comes to food. It is Zolomon so most likely saying he is starving "   

Krisha listens and blinks "Oh...well there was 2 hares here earlier...only one was hurt" 

Emyuil doesn't say much, relaxing back against the wall similarly to DoraRose, grunting contently as he listens to the talk.

But then Dora decides that relaxing is for whimps, and she hops up and goes to play in the leaves with the Dibbuns!  Maybe this will cure her of the sadness she has about her own children being all grown up....and Caleb being married, to boot!

~*END*~

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SCENE: The ruins of St. Ninian's Church

CHARACTERS:  Marek, a male stoat.  Angela, a (very grumpy) female mouse.  Spoofed bad guys.

LOG:
As day turns to night on the southern edge of Mossflower, two figures makes headway on the trail through an all but forgotten churchyard. Marek hikes through the ruins of St. Ninian's with Angela in tow. He stops for a moment to rest his paws and decides it best to unpack. "I think we should camp here, it's getting dark and we'd lose some visibility on a trail like this. In the morning we can make our way to Redwall and drop you off, then I should be able to make my way to Ferravale rather safely...that is unless some other crazed lunatic has decided to make Mossflower his stomping grounds...in which case things will get infinitely more complicated"   

Scowling, Angela hobbles along behind the stoat. "Oh, so y'did learn from that lizard ambush, did ye? I'm surprised they didn't bite us, vicious little monsters," she adds in a grumpy grumble. "'Twas all yer fault." She's actually starting to kind of like the stoat, but she will NEVER admit that anywhere near him....or near anyone who may possibly tell him. Still scowling, she comments, "This better not flood if there's a thunderstorm, like that one place y'chose." Forget the fact that she camped here seasons ago in a thunderstorm. She's in a lot of pain and that's making her quite argumentative. 

Marek sighs as he distributes the carefully wrapped rations between them both, handing Angela a small pouch of water and retrieving one for himself. "I'm sure you are aware that my past was not the most heroic of backstories, occasionally being attacked by those who wish me dead is not uncommon. However, I would like to remind you, Ms. Angela,  that had we taken the path I suggested we would not have encountered that problem". He passes a scone to Angela. "I'm just grateful that we were able to solve that situation amicably" he looks down at the barely healed infection on his bad paw. "Well...mostly"

Sitting on a rock thing (it probably used to be a headstone), Angela's scowl deepens as she takes her rations.  "Oh, yes we would've, those lizards can smell warm blood for miles.  And if 'twasn't them, it would've been those accursed jerbilrats whose tracks I saw."  Resting her staff on her lap, she sips her water.  "Lemme look at it," she orders, holding out a paw as she sets down her water pouch thingy.  "M'rheumatism isn't tellin' me that a storm's brewin', so 'opefully one won't spring up in the night."

Marek looks up and nods. "If there is anything I've learned it's to trust your intuition when it comes to weather patterns, Ms. Angela, I...." suddenly a rustling can be heard and Marek draws his sword in response. "As you should trust mine...I believe we are about to be ambushed once again, though in these woods it is more than likely common hoodlums, we should still be on our guard...we don't know how many there are"

Offers a hint of a smile at the compliment, then rolls her eyes at the rustling sound. "'Cause o' course we are. And all the poison got washed off m'crystal in that stupid thunderstorm....fine, then." She checks the sharpness of the crystal that is still attached to the top of her staff. "Well, y'may 'ave been an evil beast in yer past, but y'do 'ave good battle sense. Any idea 'ow many there are?"   
Standing, Angela then puts all her rations (which are still in their packages) on her seat. 

Marek looks around and eyes the bush carefully until a fox comes storming out at incredible speed clumsily wielding an axe, which Marek easily sidesteps, causing the less than intelligent fox to slam his head into one of the headstones and render himself unconscious. "Judging by the amount of rustling, and the general lack of skill from this one, I would say 2 or 3. Perhaps 5 max. Nothing we shouldn't be able to handle".   
As if on cue, the remaining 4 beasts step out: Another Fox steps out surrounded by 2 rats and a very threatening monitor lizard with a tattoo of a black rose on his neck following in the rear, likely the leader. "I always love it when we get underestimated boys, let's crush 'em" 

Sniffing, Angela pokes the unconscious fox with her staff.  "Well, good, that'd be....nice....oh, my."  The old Healer stares up at the monitor lizard.  "Whoo, boy....uh, per'aps we could, uh, parley?"  She pretty sure that there's no way they can defeat the lizard without her poisons, which are (in)conveniently tucked away in the bottom of her haversack and, of course, in her locked cabinet at the Abbey.  Because of course they are!

Marek calmly takes a breath as he makes a defense pose. "Perhaps you should make your way to Redwall, Ms. Angela. I may be able to hold off these beasts but I am certainly we cannot beat them on our own,  this monitor bears the mark of a former group of slavers that were once the largest slaving network in Mossflower, he's seen some battle" he turns to the monitor. "You wish to kill me? So be it. But I will not make this easy, I will make certain each of you falls before I draw my last breath, engarde!" before Marek can finish his last word, the three minions gang up on him whilst the monitor makes his way towards Angela, grinning as he bears his teeth and claws, having no intention of giving the old mouse a traditional death at the hands of his sword.

Glaring at the stoat's back, Angela scoffs.  "M'no traitor!  Anyway, I couldn't go back and tell m'Lily that I abandoned her friend to 'is death; she'd never forgive me."  Backing away from the monitor, she grabs her haversack and opens it, trying to find her bag of poisons.  She dodges behind an especially tall headstone thing....

~*To be continued.....you're welcome *~

SCENE:  Ferravale Tavern

CHARACTERS:  Blisa, a female cat; Ferdinand, a male ferret; Clarissa, a female rat.  Rayen, a vixen.

LOG:
Rayen is at the tavern, she notes a little change, like the menu is changed some at which she frowns slightly but shrugs it off as she leans back in her chair. She has a traveler cloak on around her and gets an ale and some fish with wild greens.

Blisa has changed some of the rules!  And while many beasts don't like it, the birds do, and the young cat feels good in her conscious about the reduction of bird deaths she's heard of.  The Chieftain walks into the tavern, with Ferdinand and Clarissa close behind, shuffling through some papers before stuffing them into her ever-present messenger bag at her side.  "Let's sit in that booth," she suggests as she gestures towards the one she's talking about. It's in a corner.

Rayen watches the chieftain as she passes her and clears her throat "Hello...Chieftain Blisa"

Blisa's ears turn towards the voice a split second before her head whips around and her jade green eyes look towards the location the voice came from.  "Oh, hello," she says with a smile.  "How may I help you?"  Ferdinand and Clarissa keep watch on the cloaked beast.  The voice sounds familiar, but they're not 100% sure who it is.

Rayen nods as she lets the hood fall to her shoulders "I...I was thinking and I been told the village needed one. To be a healer here, maybe even Master Healer.  Both Abbot Benar and Brother Leon can verify I am very good at healing and can even help with the healing herbs growing in the garden and find them in the woodlands, meadow and by the water ways"

Blisa smiles and sits down opposite of the vixen at the table, with a bodyguard on either side of her, in between her and the fox.  So it goes Rayen-Ferdinand-Blisa-Clarissa.  Nodding, the Chieftain says, "Aye, we haven't had a Master Healer since..."  the last Master Healer was an orange cat that Blisa was practically engaged to, so it hurts for her to remember him.  "Uh, he, uh, was murdered by, uh....yeah, one of those lunatics who tried to take over Mossflower a good 4 seasons ago or more.  He....so we could really use another one."  A waitress comes and asks the new arrivals what they want, and so the 3 of them place their orders, the young cat trying to keep her composure (but still looking stressed and sorrowful).

Rayen nods "I am...sorry for the loss, I could be the main healer here, if your have me as a main healer that is."

As the waitress goes to get the drinks and food, Blisa smiles.  "It's....thank you.  I would gladly take you on as Master Healer.  When can you start?"

Rayen answers "I can start today. I...sort of moved into Ferravale just today and got a lot off my mind of past events"

Blisa grins.  "Great!  We've been trying to keep everything up to date with the records and stuff, but since....since Jase died, we've only had part time beasts working in there, so I'm afraid the records aren't as good as they should be."  Pausing as the drinks come, the cat continues after the waitress leaves.  "I think there may be lodging for the Master Healer in the Infirmary building, so you may be able to stay there without having to pay for anything."

Rayen smiles "That would be nice, thank you Chieftain. I hope your village is doing well, things at the abbey are fairly well"

Blisa nods.  "It's going pretty well.  The riots I had after I banned the eating of birds are over; our crime rates seem to be dropping, and we have more beasts moving in.  The harvest should be excellent this year, for a change.  I hope everything continues to go well."  Then the food comes and the Chieftain eyes the soup hungrily.

Rayen nods "Harvest at Redwall is soon too...." She sighs, Redwall isn't so home feeling anymore to her. "I shall the no wood pigeon...most likely a good move since Ferravale and the Abbey have the peace treaty"

Blisa nods as she sips at her soup.  "Yeah, that and how many blackbirds are joining the village.  I didn't feel like having a mini Civil War on my paws."  She's now remembering the onld master Healer, Jase, and how they were in love with each other....and how heartbroken she was when he was killed.  "Thank you for being so complying with this law; I have had many complaints."  "But not from the birdth," Ferdinand adds.  "Aye, they seem to like it," says Clarissa, grinning.

Rayen says, "Change is hard and...well a lot of vermin were use to wood pigeon here, Marek served it and it was here when Scioto was Chieftain, but there is still fish"

Blisa nods.  "Yes.  I guess I just have some different convictions than my Daddy did.  Maybe spending some of my growing-up seasons in Redwall has something to do with it."  Ferdinand nods.  "Change ith hard, but I think it'th good; it'th what helpth uth grow."  "But nobeast has the right to call Captain Blisa 'ere woodlander scum," Clarissa scowls.

Rayen frowns "Someone said that? That's not right and she is leader here, she has the final say so in what happens and doesn't happen"

Blisa frowns and eats her soup in silence.  Clarissa wilts under Ferdinand's glare, and she meekly says, "Well, aye, they did, shipmate, as well as an Abbey brat.  Most o' those beasts left the village shortly after Captain Blisa passed her new laws, so we don't 'ave to worry 'bout them anymore."  Blisa looks up at the vixen.  "Thanks for the support.  It is kind of stressful, being Chieftain, so it's nice to have support from beasts."

Rayen says, "Yes support is good. I have some beasts that dislike me as well, but my true friends are there for me still and forgave me of some...former issues"  She is not sure Blisa knows, though a letter may of been sent to explain Rayen being here now.

Blisa got the letter, and she knows about the vixen's mistakes in the recent past.  But she merely smiles and says, "Good, I'm glad.  Everyone needs freinds and forgiveness.  And you'll be free to visit them frequently, don't worry.  This job isn't a requirement that you stay here and have no social life, don't worry.  You'll still be able to go to feasts and I would ask that you would train any volunteers in the Healing arts so they can cover for you when you're taking a break."

Rayen nods "I an willing to teach and...there is really no one at the abbey now, well my son but he will most likely stay with me here, or with Oz have yet to decide where it's best for him to grow up"

Blisa nods.  "Ferravale is a bit rough, but Redwall may not be a good fit for his personality.  You are welcome to bring him here, but we won't be hurt if you leave him in Redwall, instead."  The young cat stands, as do her guards, Ferdinand stacking the empty dishes.  "I'm afraid that I have to get back to my paperwork in my office.  Thank you for becoming our new Master Healer.  You are more than welcome.  Talk to you later.  I hope you have a good day!"  And the trio is off.

Rayen waves and decides to have her lunch, that's a little cold now but that's ok, she will go to the infirm after this and make sure all is well there and then a nap.

~*END*~

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