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yeah, march 1st will mark my tenth anniversary, as well

so many fun times over the past 10 years!!

I won't be here Saturday, January first.  I may actually not be able to check the forums from December 27th to January 2nd since I'm going on an out of state trip with my college ministry.  But I hope to RP soon

A Calm In The Storm

ICly occurs November 28, 2021.

The camp after the disgruntled Halyard beasts left had been left in an odd mix of nervousness and excitement. On one hand the fact that a mix of vermin and woodlander were so willing to express their anger and aggressiveness to the Patrol was disconcerting, but on the other - since the camp security had been tightened and the excursions into Halyard lessened, the incident was the first interesting thing to happen for DAYS.   
And making good on his word Terrence stood by the storage tent where the fox's makeshift quarters are, waiting on other hares to join him for some questions.   

Gregorian was a stubborn sort of buck. His reaction to the latest events after all that had gone on these last few days had been to go and get lunch before it gave him a headache. It was a brief and welcome break but didn't last long. There was still work to be done. Still with a sandwich in paw he makes his way through the camp towards the storage tent, nodding at Terrence when he gets close "Anythin' tah report?"   

Felicity is still off duty, this being the day after she learned that Zolomon is the murderer of Slaw and others. She is currently huddled in the protective ditch again, privately and, for the time being, silently mourning. Whispered questions of what could have sent her into that state are starting to circulate throughout camp. Rioko herself has gotten worried, and right now exits her quarters, stretching and carrying a crudely wrapped gift. Unfortunately, the vixen isn't the best at watching where she's going, and if he doesn't move, she's going to run smack-dab into Terrence!   

Rhonwen finishes up a patrol of the camp and nearby and comes now to take a small break if she is able.   

"The Halyard creatures haven't dragged the vixen off yet," Terrence shrugs, "So there's that, captain. And," The master sergeant glances around, his voice dropping, "Did you have a chance to look at that, er, message I sent you, capt-"   
The buck had taken his eyes off the tent and hadn't seen Rioko until it was too late! He stumbles back for a moment, too shocked for words.   
"/Excuse me/?" He says, incredulously, as he regains his footing.   
   
Gregorian read the message. It was the primary reason he was in a /mood/. He's about to say something when the unobservant fox bumbles in to Terrence and earns Greg's most frustrated of growls and a death glare. He's on edge and quick to temper "I read it" he says through gritted teeth, his eyes never leaving the vixen "I take it this is the fox who's suppose tah know so much"   

An undignified squeak escapes Rioko as she flails to keep her balance and not drop her present. She manages to catch herself, giving the bucks a nervous chuckle. "Heh, sorry, I, uh, do you know where Felicity is?" The death glare makes the fox cower slightly, and she ducks behind Terrence (who seems less scary) as she continues. "She just seems so /sad/ and she won't tell me /why/ so I was wanting to give her a gift and /please don't hurt me it was an accident I'm sorry/."   

Donica glaces over at the vixen quietly,she will let the higher ups be the ones to deal with her, but she is still there if needed.   

Rhonwen frowns "Why is a fox still in the camp?"Hey she is curious   

It takes a moment for Terrence to understand Greg's first words, distracted as he was. But the vixen is the more pressing matter at the moment. ".../Yes./" He answers, collecting his thoughts and eyeing Rioko, "Yes she is - and a debt evade' if the ferret & company is to be believed." Taking a step to the side so as to block the fox in case she tries to run he finally answers the fox. "There are enough hares 'round here to look afte' the sergeant fo' now, if need be. But /you/, Riko," he still hasn't got the name down, "We would like to have a little chat about our recent visitors. They seemed to want to mount your head on a pike, I'd say."   
The words are loud enough to hopefully answer Rhonwen's question somewhat.
   
Gregorian grunts when Rioko hides from him, the response was at least satisfying. He backed up a little but still loomed "Because we have questions and the town seems tah want tah kill her" he says bluntly to Rhonwen's question before directing his next words at the fox "How about yah start with tellin' us what in hells blazes is goin' on around here" he raises an eyebrow pointedly. Somewhere in the back of his brain though he does however also take that moment to wonder where Felicity is too though.   

Looking between the 2 bucks, Rioko gives a whine. "It's not /my/ fault that stupid baker doesn't have any other /friends/! He thought /I/ was his friend and then finally lost it when he realized I'd never pay back my gambling debts. He's /fiiiiiiine/!" She tucks Felicity's gift into her belt pouch and waves her paws emphatically. "I never did anything to him! And I don't know how he got those stupid mercs to come with him! Other than maybe they hate you hares," she adds with a shrug. "But he's always been like that, short temper and all. He beat one of the helpers in the bakery to death once because they cooked some bread for too long. The loaves weren't even burnt, and he lost his mind!"   

As the fox isn't running - yet - Terrence steps away from her, not liking being used for a hiding place. As Greg has started the questions and the fox starts answering, the master sergeant waves the other hares watching over. "I'm not that worried the vixen'll make a break for it, but just in case, and to save us all a headache of a chase, form a loose ring around us and I give you full permission to tackle her if she bolts. Understood?"   
He turns back to Rioko, his eyes narrowing to slits. "And you - he beat a creature to death you say?" It's clear from his tone he fully believes this to be a gross exaggeration. "I suppose we should ask why we shouldn't just toss you back to them, so you can share the same fate of that poor bakery helpe', eh? If you're simply here to avoid retribution fo' swindling creatures and know nothing else, of course."   

Gregorian growls quietly again when the vixen whines, he doesn't like the noise but he lets her speak. He glosses over the part about her gambling debts and why they want her dead, he wants something positive to fix on, a win or something he can work with. He fixes on the mention of the mercenaries "Where did these mercs come from? Was he the one in charge of them all?" his jaw does harden at thought of someone being beaten to death over bread but Terrence sounds skeptical so he holds his temper back over that.   

Rioko looks shocked and a little offended that Terrence doesn't believe her. "It's /true/! Ask anybeast in Halyard who's still friendly with the Patrol, they'll tell you!" She wilts again under Greg's interrogation, but continues to answer, although she's considering hiding behind someone again. "Uh, um, most of the mercs are from this area, already, actually, and just wanted jobs or to, uh, help out around town. Uh, they don't get paid enough from us Halyardians to live off of, but, uh, it doesn't seem to bother them any." She gulps, eying Terrence. "But....if he /knows/ I'm one of Felicity's informants, he'll kill me for sure! Same with Felicity!"   

"He, meaning the bake', o' someone else?" Terrence cast a sideways glance at Greg. "I doubt the sergeant is in immediate dange'." He looks down at the vixen. "Though they did shout about /you/ being informant to the Patrol. How'd they find that out, and why would they be angry?"   

"They probably want hares dead eithah way" Greg pointed out with another grunt. He assumed Felicity and all of them were targets regardless of who they'd been talking to. He stopped to think which actually calmed his mood a little as it was giving him something to think about other than parting Zolomon from his head "Happy tah be undahpaid" he mutters at Terrence "Workin' for the pleasure of standin' against the patrol or gettin' something else out of it?" he mused.   

"Of course the baker! And of course they'd be mad, y'dumb bunny -- nobeast likes a spy!" Rioko snorts, then cringes slightly as she realizes what she just called him. "I mean, kind and merciful, um, Sergeant, uh, Corporal, uh, yeah." She's not the best with their ranks, but she tried. "I have no clue how they could have found out. Felicity and I are always careful. Maybe he guessed just because he's seen us talking, although we talk of other things out in the open, and Felicity is just friendly with everybeast in Halyard." Seeing that Greg believes her, the vixen adds, "They're bosses are just foreign merchants who've been coming for /ages/. They just have once a month meetings, I think. Oh, one of the local bosses went missing recently -- dunno where he went. Maybe he got eaten by that port monster thing." She shuffles slightly. "Can I go see Felicity now?"   

Terrence doesn't immediately answer. "It's probably something else, I'd wage'. Regardless of them taking up residence in old buildings, the weapons, clothing, and helmets they all have had is fa' too pretty to be paid simply from Halyard, I'd say. That band of merchants could be helping to pay fo' things, of course..." He looks around, thinking - but catches sight of where the sun is in the sky. Ears shooting up, he gives a hasty salute to Greg. "Captain - if you'll excuse me, I'll have to eave you and the vixen to continue the chat on your own. I have to check in with the sentries and patrols at the moment; I'm filling in fo' sergeant Rosinbloom while she is, er, indisposed due to the, well," he makes a vague wave to the east, "The news that has us all in sou' moods, if you understand my meaning, sah."
   
Gregorian just makes a noise of agreement at Terrence's words "Backers with deep pockets" he frowns for a moment, just trying to think about what exactly he's supposed to do about it all. Take out every leader in the merchant group i his first though but then Greg hates this stuff, give him an army to charge in to and something to punch any day. He nods to Terrence as the hare leaves to attend to duties "No" he finally answers Rioko's question "Stay in the tent. The less beasts that see yah here the less likely they are tah come back tah finish the job...I'll find her myself, she can come tah yah latah" he wanted to check on her himself really too and that said he turns to go and ask around to find out where she went.   

Rioko whines slightly, but sees the logic behind his order, and so dejectedly reenters the tent. She'll just have to give her friend the gift later. Felicity is well hidden in the protective ditch, just staring at nothing as a few tears slip down her cheeks. She's bundled up nicely -- perhaps Rioko made her do that since the doe seems very out of touch with everything. She barely slept last night, she didn't show up to breakfast, she barely ate anything at dinner last night or lunch today.   

It doesn't take long for Greg to find some hare that knows where she went given how many sentries they have on guard right now. A small sigh as his ears fold down and he carefully heads down in to the ditch, going to sit down next to her. He doesn't say anything at first, he has no good words. There probably are none but anything is probably better than the uncomfortable silence "So this has all turned tah hell"
   
Felicity doesn't move, and there is a pause after his words that makes it seem like she didn't hear him. But finally she whispers, "I tried t'talk t' 'im....tried t' 'elp 'im...when 'e 'elped me get back t' th' Mountain aftah I got injahed durin' th' attack on th' fort at th' port. 'E thinks th' whole world's out t'get 'im. An' now...." Tears start trickling down her cheeks a-fresh. "Now 'e's really an' truly gone, even though 'es still breathin'."   

Gregorian stares at the ground, thinking "There's nothin' yah could have done. Yah were good tah him but he's made his choices" he hesitates slightly before going to rest a paw on her shoulder "It's not right but there's nothin' we could do tah stop this...I didn't even see it comin' tah think anythin' like this would happen" he sighs heavily, shaking his head "...It's Hanzi all ovah again" he couldn't help but think of the other hare who'd decided to turn against them.   

Felicity shakes her head. "Hanzi was evil from th' staht. Zolomon....Zolomon was so kind an' fun. 'Is 'eart jus' got broken fah too many times, an'....an' I think 'e got lost in 'is own 'ead, like I did. But th' path 'is mind went on....I don't know 'ow we could get 'im back." She takes a shuddering breath. "I feel like there ought t'be more I coulda done...I've lost a deah friend, an'..." Her tears choke off her words as she starts crying in earnest again.
   
Gregorian shakes his head "He wasn't, he..." another sigh and Greg drops the Hanzi subject. He'd tried to steer the lad right at least once, he didn't like to think about it. There's another long pause before he speaks again "There's no goin' back for him, not aftah wot he's done. Wotevah is out there now it isn't the Zolomon we knew, he's gone. All we can do now is make sure he doesn't kill anyone else"   

"I miss 'im," Felicity manages to whimper. "'E was so much fun, even wi' 'is stupid cahtwheels an' ev'rythin'." She curls up into a tighter ball. After a few more minutes, she adds, "I won't fight 'im. I don't care if 'tis a direct command from Ciocan 'imself an' I end up court marshalled, I won't fight Zolomon unless 'e attacks me first, an' even then I'll only defend. I refuse t'try t'kill m'friend, even if whot made 'im m'friend is gone." She still is filled with unspeakable sorrow, but there is a steely determination running as an undercurrent through that declaration.   

Gregorian had forgotten the cartwheels, he generally didn't like such random enthusiasm but right now the reminder was a depressive punch in the gut. He moved his paw again, going to try and put his arm around her, just trying to awkwardly comfort her "Aye...I'd forgotten that. The races on the beach I was rememberin'...Yah don't need tah worry about that. I wouldn't make yah fight him. Yah undah my command, anyone who wants tah force that can argue with me. I wouldn't make anyone. Someone will have tah but that's not a battle I'd want tah force on any beast, not with a fellow hare"   

Felicity lets him hug her. "I don't want t'talk about killin' 'im anymoh...." She says brokenly. After a long pause, she whispers, "Yeah, we're both th' fastest. Tha' was a fun race...an' when 'e talked about Redwall an' 'is friends thah. An' tha' one time th' DAB outsmahted 'im..."   
Gregorian doesn't feel as if the conversation was helping him considering he might have to go and hunt down the hare to kill him one day but if it was helping her he'd live with some guilt. He says nothing more on the killing part, trying to focus on the old Zolomon "Heh, was it him they tied tah a chair in the dining hall or was that someone else?"   

Felicity thinks for a moment as her tears slow. "I think they did it t' 'im an' t' somebeast else on 2 diff'rent occasions. I think 'e got covahed in soup...oh they were gonna make 'im int'soup..." The silly memories do seem to be helping her, seeing as how she's relaxed some. If only a little.   

"It happened twice?" Greg chuckles very faintly at that, still sat in a ditch at the edge of the camp by the doe "Those dibbuns know wot they're doin'. Must be more coordinated than half the patrol somehow"   

Olivia makes her way out to same ditch, and stops beside Gregorian. "Ah, there you are. I've been looking for you," she says to Greg. "I've been looking over some old maps, and wanted to ask your opinion of something."   

Felicity actually smiles a tiny bit. "M'sistah is pretty good at leadin' 'em...I feel she may be a Majah someday...as long as she leahns t'obe ordahs, y'know?" Ever since Terrence broke the news to her yesterday about Zolomon, she's been spending most of her time here in the ditch, mourning privately. She's barely eaten since yesterday afternoon. She grows silent as the Healer approaches, her smile fading back to misery as she gets lost in her mourning again.   

Gregorian tilts his head briefly in agreement "Sometimes I think it's best that her and Grace don't team up tah cause trouble" though he still wished they didn't fight. He glances around when he hears Olivia "Wot about?" he asks, not getting up but moving the paw that's not around Felicity's shoulders up to offer to take the maps. He does give Felicity a quick glance afterwards though and he could see she was slipping back again "I wondah wot they're up tah back at the mountain without us right now" he mused, trying to distract her with something else to think about while he looked at the maps.   

Olivia points to a circled spot not too far from Halyard on the map. "An old Patrol outpost. You know, the old 23rd." She taps it with a finger. "It's been abandoned for awhile now. But Varus used to be one of the commanding officers there... I think you can guess where I'm going with this..."   

Felicity blinks, then smiles just a teensy bit. "'Opefully nothin' too crazy." She stands, hunched and looking as if the world were crushing her, but still she stands. "I...I think I'll get some...food or...somethin'," she says, which is good since she hasn't really been eating. "I'll...I'll see you....yeah." And she heads off, ignoring the sentries and others asking if she's okay.   

Gregorian worries but it's progress seeing her get up and going to eat. He nods, staying sat down for now "Yah to do that, and the ah, vixen in the storage tent was askin' aftah yah" he doesn't recall the fox's name but it's not like there's multiple in the camp. Finally with that done he focuses on Olivia and squints at the map "I haven't heard of that place in years. It's still there?...I assume yah want tah take him, see if it jogs his memory any"   

She nods her head. "Precisely. I was hoping to take him there, but because everything's so...unsettled, of late, I'd prefer if we could have a Private or Corporal come along. Just for a few days."    (Olivia)

Gregorian runs a paw over his beard. With everything that's happened he's reluctant to add the possibility of more problems but at the same time he'd really like Varus back. For a start it would mean this whole mess was someone else's problem. He nods after a long pause "Take a couple. If yah can make it there and back in a day I'd prefer it" the faster he knows something's gone wrong the more chance he might have to do something about it "Hell if we could sort everythin' before yah go I'd be even happiah but...just watch out for snipers, snakes and well, half of Halyard is angry so I'd steer clear of it"   

Olivia nods. "You know I'm careful. Varus has it in his head that we're going for reconaissance, so, eh... Anyway. Thank you, Greg."   

Gregorian nods along and finally starts to get back up off the ground, which is a bit of an ungainly maneuver for him with the pegleg "I know, there are hares I'd flat out refuse but yah know wot yah doin'...I just hope it helps"   

Olivia holds out her paw to offer the buck help in getting up. "Just so long as he doesn't hear about Zolomon," she remarks. "Let that be forgotten." She sighs. "Young Felicity is taking it hard, I see..."   

Gregorian accepts the help, he stopped being too proud and refusing help with things like that many years and numerous infirmary stays ago "Mm. The less said about that the bettah but I worry he might still be in the area. Mind yah don't run in tah him, he was always good with a bow" he glances back towards the camp in the direction Felicity had left in "They were close once. Time might help but it's hardah tah mourn a friend when they're not fully dead yet"   

She nods, her jaw set grimly. "Aye, I know how 'tis. Even harder when it's family." She says no more. "We'll be careful. Perhaps Terrence can come along. He's a bright lad with a good head on his shoulders. If the camp can spare him, that is..."   

Gregorian doesn't ask, he merely nods along. He's had enough betrayal from within the ranks for a life time. He starts to walk back towards the camp tents "Ask him, I'm sure he'll know bettah than even me if he can spare the time...Just don't go and get captured" he jokingly pleads "Or attacked or bewitched by snakes or, I don't know, run away tah sea. We've got enough goin' on as it is and I don't need the extra papah work"   

Olivia nods again, and gathers up her maps. "I'll speak to him later this evening. With him along, I *know* we'll be fine..."

greg, terrence, and i are online rn.  we're about to do them questioning rioko, so this should be fun. >:D

Aw, I missed it   My chars were there, though, mingling in the background, having fun, eating food, and just relaxing.

BRUH, TAKE A BREAK.

I can't read Roman numerals, so i have no idea what number this is: http://forum.rwmuck.org/viewtopic.php?id=2217 but there's the next log

so, with plots, it's not exact.   it depends on how the rps work out as to exactly how many rps are left in a plot.  additionally, people can do their own rps in halyard and on the beach that are the characters who went on the mission without Terrence online, which increases the rp count.  so it really depends on how many rps people want and are able to do, as well as how the rps work themselves out.  it is a bit confusing, but i suggest just going with the flow and focus on having fun more than anything

....I thought Slaw was the one who'd been killed....

I hope and plan to be on this Saturday!