Posts by The_Brony_Marek

The_Brony_Marek · RP Chat

Well Marek is allowed to come so he shall be there. I am unsure if I will be on very long , but ICLY he would stay for the feast

The_Brony_Marek · RP Chat

I would like Angela to go, if she could...there will be a Willowbark Abbey Sister there thats really REALLY old that she could meet and a chance for Angela to meet someone older than her.
Also Caleb and Cynthia can end up staying if they would like, maybe they could have a top job there, like maybe Head Cook for Caleb.
The abbey wont have too many there, 15-20 survived out of a lot more, and a couple of those are beasts that helped them escape and start rebuilding their abbey. A feast will happen before the Defenders and any one else who tagged along head home. Still woking out details for whats found that leads them to Willowbark again, to even find some survived, in the first place.And this may start in December.So a fun, no battles to save anyone sort of thing, some problems that wont require a fight may come up....

As for the Remnant role play its got 2-3 weeks left, so still should end by end of October, maybe round that 3nd thursday or saturday(19th or 21st)

Then of course there is the Summer TP that has some things of Marek's past brought up......

Page mail me on game or reply here.
Thank You

The_Brony_Marek · Redwall Abbey

*Willowbark Abbey

The_Brony_Marek · RP Chat

As I am going to need some time to write an OOC TP, I have decided to move forward with my IC ones, culminating in a Massive TP featuring some of Marek's backstory next Summer.

The First Defenders Mini TP begins on Sep. 30th and should conclude by the end of October. It will feature an attempt by the last holdouts of Quade's horde (calling themselves the Remnant) to take over Ferravale.

The Second Defenders Mini TP begins in January and should conclude by the end of April. It will be focused on the Defenders decoding a series of ancient runes by returning to the ruins of Willowbark Abbey, only to discover that a small group of previously unknown survivors have been attempting to rebuild. This Mini TP will set up some aspects of the aforementioned major TP planned for next Summer.

Both of these are meant to create minor stories that are not all about combat or gathering large forces to defeat oceans of bad guys and thus will mainly focus on and star The Defenders.

Any who wish to be involved please inform me, I can usually accommodate both your existing characters and any characters you wish to create in order to join the Defenders.

The_Brony_Marek · RP Chat

Potentially yes, but for the sake of not making things too convulutated, the story would focus on just the three earths with other earths only potentially being mentioned.

However, I'm now realizing that this is still pretty complicated and writing a plot is taking a while.

Anyone have an idea for a different OOC TP in the meantime? Or just a good OOC RP?

The_Brony_Marek · RP Chat

To answer your question Henry in short: No

Earth-2 is basically a slightly altered universe where certain characters who are alive are dead and certain characters who are dead are alive, just enough to make it very noticably different.

Earth-46 is a dystopian universe where Marek was never reformed and instead rules Redwall with an iron fist, but most of the people who were good are still good.

I'm s till working on most of the details.

The_Brony_Marek · RP Chat

I've logged on to address two interesting proposals.

1. Our Wiki is abysmally small. We need knowledgeable beasts to update it with past events, characters, places and organizations. Doing so we must notice what is already there so we don't make doubles. I have no idea how to code a wiki page, so If someone could make pages for my characters, that would be greatly appreciated

2. Recently, I have thought that an OOC TP would be fun to do and have created a basic outline for a plot involving alternate universes.

The Plot:
Everything is peaceful in Mossflower, suddenly Redwall is visited by the badger warrior known as Cole Winters. The only problem? Cole Winters is dead, and what's more this beast claims to be the Champion of Redwall. It is soon discovered that he is from an alternate version of Mossflower that he has dubbed Earth-2.

Using a device to travel universes, Cole needs the help of not only his universe but our universe as well to liberate a 3rd universe (dubbed Earth-46) from an alternate version of Marek who is far crueler and was never reformed.

I am still in the process of writing, but I hope to launch this TP in November if possible. Any who are interested or have ideas let me know.

The_Brony_Marek · Logs

Construction Area For Ferravale Bell Tower

Beasts are hard at work building something here that must be important. They demand that you leave the area immediately or risk injury. Uncertain as to whether said injury will be from the construction or the workers themselves, you decide to leave...immediately.

There is the bell tower, or least it soon will be a bell tower once its complete, and has a bell. So far it’s a tower of metal and some stone and brick forming the main part and its maybe 3/4 of the way completed. Speaking with some moles helping, as well as some rats and ferrets is Texo as he looks over blueprints and looks tried.

He isn't the only one.

Bandit isn't moving around so good these days. It felt like his old war wounds and new war wounds were having a contest to see which were more painful. Under his tabard a bandage was wrapped about his waist where he was stabbed in his fleshy stomach.

The obese head guard comes around the corner, snacking on an apple as he watches the construction unfold. Stepping closer to the weasel architect he declares his presence with a loud greeting, "Good morning!"

Texo turns ever so slowly to the fox, "Well hello, I am hoping all is well the construction is going good here. Just need to find a bell...well somewhere"

The fox chuckles. Stepping closer he invades Texo's personal bubble by glancing over his shoulder, "That's good. The Chieftess would hate to pay you for nothing. For your own health really... those who squander her resources tend to end up as food for her scaley pet." Ah yes, nothing heals the body faster than throwing his weight around. Bandit truly is the best head guard, ever.

Texo snorts as he looks at the blueprints and tilts his head "Scaley...a lizard or something?" Ok he has yet to hear of the snake it seems.

The fox blinks. A wide, terrible grin forms on his face. Taking a bite of the apple before he replies the fox says, "Lizard? If only! No, no. Blisa keeps a snake in the basement. She claims to only feed it cheese but there have been more than one beast who went 'missing' around the residence, usually after bringing her bad news."

Bandit takes another bite of the apple, "How IS the project coming by the way?"

Texo frowns at this but looks over the blueprints and glances at the bell tower being build "Not something that is easy to build that quickly, it takes time to make sure it’s structurally sound and in top form. That its strong in times of trouble and when we find a bell, that it holds it well and the sound of the bell is heard in the whole village. I am also working on one other project and the chief wants to try and get an Inn back into the village.

Marek makes his way into the construction site, rolled up scrolls and a set of blueprints under one arm. He walks a little slower as he is still recovering and has a cane with him. But he refuses to show weakness as he walks with a slightly noticeable limp and takes in whats going on around him before his eyes far on Bandit and Texo.

"That would be a pity, I rather like it where it is now. What we need now is a seedy tavern on the edge of town where scum and villainy like to amass." The fox finishes his apple, flicking it away from him, "And have it run by guard beasts... speaking of seedy taverns." The fox waves to Marek, "Marek! Come! Join us! We were talking about feeding workers to giant snakes!"

Texo rolls his eyes "We are not speaking of such things, why would someone want to feed beasts to snakes. I am discussing the Bell Tower and how its important. The Inn can be rebuild a little faster and maybe in the same general area, may be smaller than before but still fit a purpose." He nods to the arriving stoat.

Marek walks over to where Texo is first, "I have made some corrections on the blueprints for the Mossflower Defenders base that you can look over Mr. Texo, nothing too major. There is a couple less windows and more than one way out in case of trouble." He slowly turns to Bandit "Well I see the fat one is still Head Guard, I am surprised you have lasted this long Mr. Bandit, you must be doing fairly well."

"That's Mr. Fat One to you, oh grumpy one." The fox crosses his arms, tail twitching, "Believe me, no one is more surprised that I'm still around than myself. We can't seem to get a week before someone tries to stab me." He winces, clutching his stomach. "...Again. You know Marek, I was against your little warrior brigade in the beginning, but these days I really don't mind someone take a more 'proactive' approach to crime fighting."

Texo takes the blueprints and looks them over as he nods and mutters a yes, yeah, ok...and rolls them up." Not too much of a problem sir and not to worry the construction of the base is going well, but I must also make sure the Bell Tower building is going well, as well." He sighs, too many things at once. “Course with the bell tower we need to look into where to get a bell or whom would make one for a vermin village and not just a normal one but one that has a peace treaty with Redwall Abbey"

Marek leans on his cane before speaking " An attempt on my life has happen, both within a day of each other. First at the church south of here and then a beast tried to poison me at the abbey. I am still recovering from the poison, one I am not familiar with and the beast was not found, the only thing found Mr. Bandit was a novice robe they stole and left in the woods as they knocked out a novice at the abbey and placed them into a storage closet to be found later. So whom ever did it is one still at large and two very tricky and smart, and clearly wants me dead."

The fox sighs. "We can't have one day of peace, can we?" Rubbing his tired eyes, Bandit replies, "And you are only coming to me NOW about this? Do you have any idea who might want to poison y- never mind, stupid question. Do you know of anyone who is CURRENTLY trying to..." he pauses, "Also a dumb question. Let me rephrase... did you see who attacked you by the church?" Turning to the weasel he states, "You might want to get that base built first. its probably the only place he would be safe..."

Texo is beginning to get annoyed but he refuses to yell at the Head Guard as, well he rather likes the idea of living and relaxing when it’s time for lunch, not be THE LUNCH for a possible snake. "Well I will need to see what I can do, the tower here will alert us of danger, one will just have to always have one up here. The bell would mainly ring for danger, unlike the abbey where it rings for many things, all those different rings would be hard to remember so I say keep it simple there is danger, a bell rings to get somewhere safe or if your needed to fight, or can fight, be prepared to help."

Marek listens as Bandit speaks and politely waits his turn to get a word it, " I do agree the Mossflower Defender base does need worked on, I do believe its closer to being built than the Bell Tower. I could help you acquire more beasts if needed to help with building."

"Bell towers can also tell time... oh! You should put a sundial in the top of the bell tower. Right here. It would be a great idea!" The fox points to the plans in some random location. It might not be wise to take the advice of a creature like bandit. "You could also eliminate Marek's quarters. At the rate beasts are trying to kill him, he might not be around much longer to use it." His tail wags at his own horrid joke. "I jest. Mostly. But I can put a detail of guards on you if you want."

Texo decides to ignore the fat fox as he rolls up his own blue prints for the Bell Tower and hands them to a trusted ferret who appears to be like a 2nd in command of building as he clears his throat and speaks. "Well the blue prints have already be made and a sun dial may not be best at the time being." He nods to Marek "I would like some more help yes sir, I can place my main focus on your base and still have focus on the Bell Tower, which yes will take some time to build but I hope to have the village a Bell Tower by , well hopefully next Autumn but the Defender base has better news, perhaps by Mid-winter if we are lucky"

Marek gives a cold look to Bandit and remains quiet as his focus stays on Texo. He nods "Very good Mr. Texo and..."He turns to Bandit "I do not acquire guards to follow me around Mr. Bandit, I am not a weak dibbun in need of a babysitter. I am mostly recovered from the poison and as for my room no beast is to touch it. I am only glad Mr. Xander and Mr. Patch left my room untouched, except for the dusting once a week my room, unlike my tavern, stayed the way I left it and it shall stay the way it is. Yes I have taken back control of the Tavern from Mr. Patch and straighten up a few things he...messed up."

The fox raises his paws defensively. "Alright. You're the ex-warlord after all. I won't force you to take precautions to keep you alive." Bandit wags a finger at the stoat, "But I'm warning, Marek, no funny business. If a beast comes after you, tell the Guard. It is what we are here for." In a more somber tone Bandit adds, "And we are both not the warriors we used to be. Just remember, experience takes you far... but only if you have the health to back it up. Especially if you are already half dead from poison."

Texo looks between the two beasts and grows quiet as he listens, only turning to discuss a couple things with a passing moles, moles are vet good with helping make sure buildings are not going to fall over after all, most importantly Bell Towers.

Marek takes a deep breath and exhales "I will keep that in mind but no poison has beat me yet as I am resistant to most poisons, this one was...different who ever made it knew what they were doing and I am only alive do to the quickness of Mr. Leon at the time. I am still in fairly good shape..."He looks to his deformed paw and sighs" Some setbacks but I have learned to adjust to it. I must get back to my Tavern now Mr., Bandit, if you wish to discuss things further we can do so at the tavern during lunch."

"Just remember, I'm in fairly good shape too." The scarred, obese swift fox says with a smile. "Lunch is always appreciated. Also, Texo. Keep up the good work. I'll let Blisa know you are on schedule. Take care, build well, you will most likely be fed to a snake next week." He mock salutes the weasel builder before turning to walk away.

Texo snorts as he looks at the Stoat "I rather dislike the Head Guard, he needs to choke on his lunch"

Marek watches Bandit walk off and shakes his head "I am unsure of whom likes him Mr. Texo but of course Ms. Blisa is the one in charge of the snake, not the fat one."

Marek heads on back to the tavern after his brief chat and spends the rest of the day there before locking up when it’s time and heading to bed.

The_Brony_Marek · Logs

This happen about 4-5 days after this log http://forum.rwmuck.org/viewtopic.php?id=404
So like around friday spetember 8th

Those in Log:
Marek-Owner of The Ferravale Tavern
Markalaway-Undertaker of Ferravale
Xander-Leader of Mossflower Defenders
Patch-Spy and former watcher of the Ferravale Tavern
Silverwing-Messenger for Mossflower Defenders
Ferro- Blacksmith
Various spoofs of tavern beasts, towards end couple spoofed rats in cloaks

FV:Tavern
Outside a sign swings on a rusty creaking frame above the doorway of the tavern depicting a faded painting of what appears to be three rather rich looking skeletons slumped over a table around a black chalice, perhaps such a thing could be taken as a warning but it doesn't appear to work on the locals. The noise within on a normal day is usually heard before the door is even opened and only rises in volume when one actually steps inside.
There are the typical qualities of a tavern within, from the bar to the chairs and booths and the odd drunk who never seems to move it's the little details which encourage a patron to pay his tab if he likes his fingers. One look at some of the staff or customers might give the impression but the room is decorated to the fiercer tastes with bones, mostly skulls cropping up here and there to fill a gap on a shelf or decorating the walls above the doorways, fireplace and bar, a pair of axes joining the one over the fire with some signs that they've been yanked off to join in a fight a couple of times. Some of the comfier chairs are lined with fur and very rarely one might be found with a few pointed bits of bone to decorate the back. Despite the looks there is entertainment and fun to be had, some form of music usually played on a small stage in the corner and at least one bouncer usually tries to keep the peace while beasts gamble, drink and be merry.
A small door behind the bar leads out the back to the kitchen and cellars while one wall has been opened up in a wide arch to increase the space off into the next room where what seems to be a wooden fence with gates on either end has been set up as a fighting pit as further entertainment and something to bet over.

Ferro enters the tavern, right away beasts clear as they can tell the monitor is in a foul mood. He speaks to none as he sits down and quietly orders an ale.

Xander follows behind Ferro and frowns "Look on the bright side, he's gone right?" He doesn't get too close to Ferro, but close enough to talk to him and if needed stop any damage done to the tavern.

Patch looks up as he sees the monitor and frowns, he clears his throat as he gets the ale "Umm....here, so bad day?" He then tenses, words came out too quickly and well too late now as he watches Ferro.

Markalway looks up from his dark corner of the tavern and just quietly sips his dark ale.

Ferro gets the ale and takes a long swig before answering “Go away...."He then looks at Xander “You sssssshould of let me sssslay him, then there be no need to worry on hisssssss return"

Xander remains calm "But...I am unsure that of been...wise. I also do not believe he will return because of fear of you and Dorarose. A crow will keep us updated, last hear he was still going north"

Patch looks between them "Umm..who isn’t coming back what I miss?"

Ferro hisses and finishes his ale, "Drake...left mossssssssflower and issssssssss to ssssstay away or I will personally ssssssslay him, no one else"

Xander sighs as he sits down, "Yeah Drake....." He looks for a way to change the subject to anything, anything else at all.

Markalway finishes his meal and heads to the doorway, a path is made as no one bothers the creepy one eyed undertaker of Ferravale.

Patch says, "Oh I knew bout that stripy. I say bye bye as beasts complained bout him a lot...some weasel wanted to get him out of the cell to fight him in the fighting pit...oh well..so..ale?"

Ferro looks at his empty ale and lays out coins for a 2nd one.

Xander sighs "Any of that tea Uncle Zee liked still here?"

Patch grins and goes to make the tea with a hint of ale and slides it over to Xander “But can ya handle it? Ya never drank it before...or any ale have ya stripy?"

Ferro looked curious "You have never drank ale?" He gets his 2nd ale and takes a few swigs.

Xander takes the tea and sips it, coughing a little as he does so, he then sips a little more "It’s....not that bad really"

Patch chuckles See...one day your be winning drinking contests. That be do awesome just like old stripes did , that was always fun to bet on, he always won"

Xander frowns slightly as Zee is mentioned and finishes the tea slowly and pushes aside the empty mug

Ferro stares at the rat "What isssssssss with your terms...stripy...old stripes.?"

Patch smirks "That’s me, get used to it...ummm" He frowns, nope not gonna nickname the monitor...yet. "Sir."

Xander groans “I don’t look for me to win drinking contests, if I drink much ale at all"

Ferro glares at the rat, he takes a few swigs of ale, "SSSSSSSuppooooose today could of been worssssssse"

Patch shrugs "Depends on your level of worse"

Xander shakes his head “Patch please, I rather whats left of the day go smoothly"

Ferro downs the rest of the ale, his foul mood returning now.

Patch grins "I know....I know, fangs...or maybe grumps, yeah I like it"

Markalway decides to leave before a fight starts and go to his quiet, yet creepy, house deep into the graveyard of Ferravale and off an even creepier pathway.

Xander gets a light ale and starts to drink it when he hears Patch speak a new nick name and he starts coughing on the drink and looks to Patch with one of those, -no don’t- looks on his face.

Ferro glances at the rat now as it sports off nicknames and his eyes narrow as he stands to his full height and walks closer to the rat.

Patch chuckles "Yes grumps for sure or scales...that’s it!" He then sees the monitor in front of him and backs up a little "Umm..scales?"

Xander frowns as he is not sure what to do now and all the tavern is looking at them now, he speaks quietly "Patch..may be wise to not give every beast a nick name"

Ferro narrows his eyes more and hisses "Sssssssssssssscales? Ssssssssscales....isssssssss that an insssssssssssssult about my lookssssssssssss!"

Patch chuckles "An insult..a..."His chuckling quickly dies down as he looks up at the monitor..."errrrrrr"

Xander stands and goes over quickly and carefully" Ferro I am sure he isn’t insulting you, that’s just Patch he...well does nicknames."

Ferro glares at the rat as he goes to pick him up and looks at the badger, "And your friendsssssss....with thisssssss" He points to the rat now in his claws.

Patch starts to panic "Stripy tell him sorry tell him sorry!!"

Xander frowns and takes a calming breath, "Ferro, relax I am sure patch can come up with a much better nick name...or none at all"

Ferro keeps a hold of the rat, he hisses in his face as he seems to decide what to do with him and then slowly sits him back onto the bar seat. “I sssssssuggesssst you sssstick with Ferro from now on rat. I have not had de bessssst day today." He keeps a clawed paw on the front of the rat’s tunic, fangs bared.

Patch whimpers and nods quickly "Ferro, got it Ferro it is then ummm....so" Yep all eyes on him still and a couple disappointed moans like they wanted to see him get ate, "ok....anyone up for a fight? Or..Free ale?"

Xander face palms, as he shakes his head " Patch...bad idea on the free ale and besides you’re not fully in charge or this place."

Suddenly the air becomes filled with the sound of a cane clacking onto wood and Marek limps slowly but with as much dignity as he can muster into the tavern, witnessing the scene he clears the throat. "*Ahem*....kindly release the rat, sir, I will not tolerate violence against my employees". He glares at both Ferro and Patch and makes his way to the counter, holding the icy stare as he does so, making sure to make direct eye contact with both participants. Taking a seat behind the counter he sighs. "I see you have not managed to keep yourself out of trouble, Patch" He looks around in disappointment. "You have also not managed to keep my tavern in good condition like you promised" He turns to Xander. "It is good to see you again, Mr. Xander., I trust your leadership of the Defenders is going better than your supervision of our legally questionable friend"

Ferro has calmed some and then he watches Marek walk in, he backs up slightly after letting go of Patch and his arms cross his chest, "And whom are you?" He says in a slight hiss. He decides to sit down and listen as clearly this stoat is someone the others know, and clearly of important ace to the tavern.

Patch blinks as he falls off the bar stool and his jaw drops "Marek?! Y..Your back? When did......"He looks at Xander "When did he get back stripy, did you know he was back?" He quickly gets back onto the bar stool and stays on the opposite side Marek is on as no need to be on the serving side.

Xander watches Marek limp in and nods a hello, "I have done fairly well, yes sir." He looks over at the lizard and back to Marek "Ferro is the new blacksmith, he also helps the Mossflower Defenders with any blacksmithing needs he can be trusted."

Marek raises an eyebrow. "I see, well then I am Marek. Owner of this tavern and Founder of the Mossflower Defenders" He places a few dishes in the sink and starts getting to work immediately. "I will leave the leadership of the Defenders in your hands, Mr. Xander as you seem very capable. As for the tavern" He glares at Patch once again. "I will be taking that back immediately". As he continues working he turns back to Ferro and adds. "I'm sure you will make an excellent addition to our ranks, we have always needed a good blacksmith"

Ferro nods "I am at your ssssservice" He chuckles as Patch is put in his place, "Issssss good to sssssssssee the tavern in more sensible pawssssss. I live in Ferravale, though my daughter is at Redwall at the moment"

Patch frowns "But...."He sighs and looks at the floor now, “What am I supposed ta do now and why didn’t I know Marek was back, it’s my job to know everything in Mossflower, isn’t it?"

Xander nods "Thank you Marek." He frowns at Patch" Guess your have a lot more time now to get info like that" He sits up better "Not been any real bad problems lately, there was a pike in the river and that’s gone and taken care of now."

Marek nods and continues to listen. "It sounds as if you are handling things well, though perhaps you should send some patrols and do a recruitment drive" He places a few cleaned dishes onto the table to dry. "I was attacked near St. Ninians and poisoned when I reached the abbey, some beast wants me dead and since we do not know whether they are a beast who wishes to cause Mossflower harm or simply a misguided beast who wishes to kill me for my past mistakes, we must remain cautious just in case".

Ferro grows curious "How can one be poissssssoned at the abbey?"

A few beasts panic as a large wing squeezes its way into the tavern door, followed by the large and confused head of a young female eagle struggling to fit the rest of her form through the door. "Friend Marek! you are okay! Silverwing is...hang on" She pulls at her wing, causing a few feathers to fall to the floor. "Silverwing is stuck, give Silverwing minute" After a few more painful to watch moments of watching her attempt to figure out the complex physics of pushing the large frame of an eagle through a door designed to accommodate badgers and monitors at the very largest, Silverwing finally stumbles and rolls into the room, finally crashing into a few barrels in a corner, amazingly managing to not break them. "Silverwing is okay" She proclaims exhaustedly.

Patch blinks slowly "Whoa boss....some beast must really dislike you." He eeps when he sees the eagle and almost falls from his chair.

Xander watches the eagle and starts to stand, a few beasts back away from the large bird "Ummmm....how did she plan to leave the tavern? Anyways I did hear Angela was back and figured you were somewhere as well Marek and I can do some recruiting as the group is still...well fairly small, and the base is still being built"

Marek turns his attention to the door as Silverwing attempts to squeeze herself into the tavern. "No Silverwing, perhaps you should meet us somewhere else" He winces as she crashes into the barrels. "Nevermind. In any case, I am not certain of how I was poisoned, but whomever did so was able to get in and out of the abbey without notice. They are either highly skilled or are being tasked to do so by someone with more sinister ideas in mind. As such, I believe I have already stated that a recruitment drive may be in order"

Ferro stands and pauses as he sees the eagle, he slowly walks around the eagle " I mussssst get back to my ssssshop, we can talk later." He then exits the tavern and heads to his shop and home for the night.

Patch tenses and tries to relax "Well.....an eagle is good to have around that’s for sure Marek."

Xander sighs "But..well a lot dislike you, even some in the abbey still doesn’t fully trust you Marek, though there is more respect for you there. And I know a lot at Ferravale will be glad to see you again and know your safe. But if someone is looking to...some reason attack Mossflower and the abbey why would they target you? I mean most may just think you’re a fellow vermin if they didn’t know you"

Silverwing gets up quickly and brushes off her wing, seeming somewhat annoyed. "Friend Marek has returned safe to Ferravale, friendbeasts not need message" She turns to Xander. "I am friend Silverwing, joined Defenders, am going now". Learning her lesson from last time, Silverwing very carefully squeezes herself out of the tavern and then flies off, much more successfully this time.

Marek nods. "Yes, that is what we must find out. I doubt that two attempts on my life in such a short span was coincidence. And one of the beasts I believe had the mark of the Black Rose. If this is true then some serious enemies of my mine have returned to Mossflower. Recruit whom you can, and investigate as much as possible" He turns to Patch to finish his tirade. "You will gather what spies you can, and I will contact Mr. Nightbreath and Ms. Blisa for assistance....and close up shop, I believe we have much to discuss".

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Meanwhile

Unknowns to anybeast two cloaked rats headed deep into the woods as they spoke to one another in worried tones.They was among the crowd at the tavern.

"If the boss finds out the poison didn't kill Marek, we are in BIG trouble"

"If is a strong word...also IF he finds out"

"If is good"

The_Brony_Marek · Open Chat

Quade-Died in a fight, in the mine, Dorarose and her brother finished him off

Zee-Died of old age

Zaram- beheaded by Bolt

Zork-Died of a heart Attack in the abbey Orchards

Zork and Zee are around OOCLY now only.

The_Brony_Marek · RP Chat

The Mossflower Defenders are looking for members..One important change is Xander is now leader, though I am still OOC owner of the group and Marek is now an ally in the group,but still advises and helps ICLY

The_Brony_Marek · Art and Fiction

Zork is in it too as well as Maxtor now

The_Brony_Marek · Logs

**** Rupert is in town a couple days to get something fixed….Rupert left before log was done but stayed around so could log rest. ICLY Rupert is off map making ****

Ferro was working on what seemed to be a long sword. or maybe it was a short sword. it was hard to tell as he had just begun work on it. The shop was a little hot but not too hot .

Rupert walked in and adjusts his glasses "I say they have a Blacksmith owner now, how thoughtful. He seems to show little fear as he walks over to the monitor "I say good sir I dropped off a couple cases for maps . The cases needed hinges fixed and I was wondering if that was done yet?"

Ferro looked over as he finished what he was doing at the moment so it was safer to put the blade down and looked at a shelf till he found what the rabbit was needing and handed it to him "Here...payment pleaszzzzzz"

Visits from the head guard were never a good thing. Most beasts tend to cringe at the sight of Bandit as if he were a big fat tax collecting fox. This time around however Bandit steps into the shop with an honest smile, un accompanied by guards. "Hello! I see you are settling in nicely."

Rupert finds the needed coins and pays the large lizard, he does however study the hinges and nods "Excellent work, yes this is superior." He steps away as the fox enters and shakes his head staying off to the side for now.

Xander walked in slowly and stopped at the doorway of the shop “Ferro?" He is a little unsure of the monitor just yet so for now keeps his distance.

Ferro starts to mumble something about hares and glances at fox as he enters "Itzzzz job what is it you need fox?" He catches sight of Xander but keeps his attention on Bandit for now.

Bandit nods to each of the other beasts, presumably either to be kind or because bowing graciously is so difficult due to his, ahem, excess fluff. "Good day gents. I came to talk to you about armor. Specifically chain mail."

Rupert rolls his eyes , he nods to the badger and stays off to the side mainly watching as he does study the shop, always curious of how things run in a village or any area he is in.

Xander walks the rest of the way in and waits to speak as he won't interrupt business with the head guard.

Ferro nods "I can makezzzz chain mail, it will take a few days’ time." He glances at the badger again address him "Whyzzzzz izzzz you here? Unless....did she awaken? Izzz zzzhe ok?"

The fox notices others waiting to speak until he is done with his business. It brings a smile to his face, especially making a badger wait on him. Respect man, respect! "Really? I was hoping you could loosen my current chain mail tunic. It's starting to get a little...snug." He adds with slight embarrassment, "It must have shrunk in the wash."

Rupert lets out a chuckle but otherwise says nothing.

Xander holds up a paw, "She is fine. I can keep you updated, though still curious and the Master healer was too..umm you don’t have to answer but you called her daughter...?"

Ferro eyes narrow "Causezzz zzzzzhe izzzz...." He snorts and looks to Bandit "Wash?..." He shakes his head "Maybe take...2 dayzzzzzz then....and will need to pay before get it back"

Rupert frowns "You...have a monitor in the infirmary at Redwall Abbey?!"

Bandit can't help but feel that he is interrupting a conversation. An important conversation.

It's a pity then that his needs are, obviously, far more important than their own. "Two days? I don't, suppose you can get it done any sooner. I've chastised my beasts for not wearing their armor on duty." Not to mention the vast number of beasts who would love nothing more than to do away with him, thinks the fox. That's the one benefit of everyone hating yer guts. No one would ever want to stab you in the back. No, they would want to stab you in the front. Much more personal that way...and painful. "Maybe a rush job?"

Xander looks at the rabbit and frowns "Not....no, why are you so curious?"

Ferro snort again, first the fox and he gets right in his face "Costzzzz extra then....." Yeah his mood is not improving right now it’s getting worse, the rabbit gets a glare and Xander he takes a deep breath before speaking to him “She is adopted....long zzztory thats not being told...RIGHT NOW!!" May be wise to back off.

Rupert jumps and decides he is clearly leaving the shop and exits quickly

Xander gulps as he backs off "O..ok..I will just keep you updated on how she is and in fact can go check on her now"

The fox stands where he is, eyes blinking as he leans backward slightly. "Oh kay..." He loosens the collar on his tunic, "Right, anyway. Cost is no issue... unless of course I can't afford it." He laughs. The laughter dies off as he stands there awkwardly. "H-how much?" he says, not pressing the subject of adopted beasts in Redwall.

Ferro just nods at Xander and looks at Bandit as he thinks and walks over to a table and gets a quill pen and jots down a price and hands the folded paper to the fox, it’s a little high but clearly could of been higher and he did include a little discount for the head guard.

Xander says, "Ok...sir "Yes respect the monitor and then he exits to head back to the abbey "Be back....later."

Apparently not low enough, judging by the foxes reaction. "You know, I could have you arrested for highway robbery." He says coldly. "Is this really the best price you can give? Really? I bought my house for-" The fox pauses, cringing and clutching his chest for a moment. The moment passes and Bandit just sighs. "Fffiiine. Take my blood at the same time why don't you." The fox takes off his tabard first, setting on a hook before taking off the chainmail underneath. He wears a black shirt under the chain mail, but it's clear that the tunic doesn't cover his stomach completely. "Here." he says, handing the lizard his chainmail.

Ferro looks at the fox, he snorts "Yozzzzzz want it by tonight will cost more....maybe takezzz off a little more" He studies the chain mail and nods "Pick up tonight."

"Fffiiiiiiiiiine." He says, handing off the chainmail. Pulling on his tabard the fat bellied fox turns to the exit, flicking his tail at the lizard as one snubs their nose. "Just be quick about it. You wouldn't want the head guard to be caught without armor should an emergency occur, now would you?"

Ferro growls low"Why...zzzzo worried? Izzz zzzzzo worried then sit down and waitzzzz...."Yes he is in a bad mood, maybe it has to do with his daughter or maybe he is always in a bad mood it’s unclear as he sits to work on the chain mail, carefully and skillfully adding some links to it, he snorts a couple times as he works.

The fox doesn't add a comment to this. He just chalks it up to a rhetorical question. Besides he has better things to do. Guard things and... The fox pauses to rub at his chest. "Must be...lunch acting up." He shakes it off, turning for the tavern. Nothing a drink won't solve...

Ferro finishes up the chain mail, in a fair amount of time and if the fox doesn’t come get it he takes it to the fox. Hey he wants his pay and gets it before returning to his shop.

The_Brony_Marek · Open Chat

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The_Brony_Marek · Logs

ICLY HAPPEN May 22nd or 3-4 days after Marek left Ferravale

It is a cloudy day, no rain yet as a stoat sits at a campsite in the woods near a run-down church south of the abbey. A small campfire and some fish roasting over it and what looks like...tea? Not to worry the tea is on a smaller campfire that will be put out once it’s done and that is now, he carefully gets the pot, puts out the fire it was over and sits down.

Clouds don't bother the elderly mouse who is stumping her way through the forest, silent as a shadow. She has her hood up, but anyone who sees her staff, with its pretty beaded cords hanging from the top, would know that this is Angela Quietfeet. Following the smell of burning wood, she cautiously sneaks up behind the stoat, staying hidden for now.

Marek adds some herbs to the tea and stirs it before pouring some into a cup. A sort of simple tea with some honey and he checks on his fish before looking around. So far he has had no trouble show up, He avoided a path going directly down the dirt road.

"You decided to go on an adventure by yerself, huh?" Angela steps out into the clearing, eyeing the stoat carefully. "Not necessarily the wisest decision in the world. What sorta tea y'got there?" She sits beside him and peers into the teapot.

Meanwhile, a vaguely animalistic shape stalks through the edge of the woods, daubed in clay, leaves, and twigs in such a manner to be almost indiscernible from its surroundings. The shape slinks low to the ground, carefully moving around the graveyard, noting that one of the iron rods that makes up one of the broken fences looks to be at a different angle than its fellows, as if it had been struck with great force. That aside, this newcomer slinks further into the churchyard, freezing when any beast might happen to look towards it.

Marek slowly turns and when he sees its Angela he frowns "Oh it is you, did you need something?"

Shrugging, Angela digs a mug out of her haversack and steals some of his tea. "I've 'ad an itchin' for a while to leave the Abbey an' explore the area, an' I figured y'could use a 'Ealer. You're welcome." If the creature sneaking up on them doesn't use his brains, she'll hit him with her stick when he surprises them.

Recognizing Angela, the creature scrapes some mud and vegetation from his face with the back of one paw, revealing a roguish grin upon the visage of Chud Streambattle. The river otter hops to his feet, calling out a greeting while remaining carefully out of stick range. "Heyo!"

Marek shakes his head, he starts to lay a paw on his blade, he still has it for now and then snorts, "How many tag alongs is there to be?" He sits and sips his tea slightly annoyed "A healer....well could come in handy perhaps"

Angela starts at the sound of a third voice and swings with her staff. Smart otter! "Oi, don't scare me like that, y'little rouge." Grumbling, the old Herbalist sips some of the tea she stole. "O'course I'll be 'andy, y'little snip. An' I promised Lily I'd bring y'back safely if I met up with ye, so y'can't talk me out of comin' with ye. So there."

"Sorry 'bout that, I'd only realized it was you after I was real close, miz," Chud says respectfully. "Where the two of ye goin' anyhow?" he asks, sitting comfortably down by the other two beasts, using a dock leaf to wipe more mud from his fur.

Marek arches an eyebrow "Little snip? I AM a grown beast Ms. Angela not a dibbun" He pulses "I have no clue, south..somewhere where ever my foot paws take me till I find...well whatever it is I feel I need to find"

Shrugging, Angela goes to casually grab the stoat's ear and twist it. "I was just gonna follow Liddle Snip, 'ere. Make sure 'e doesn't die or whatever. I promised m'great-granddaughter that'd I'd keep 'im healthy and not let 'im die if I found 'im, an' I intend to keep m'promise to the beast o' my ability." She nonchalantly sips her tea again.

Chud shrugs as well. "Well, I haven't gone too far south, but if you need 'elp findin' yer way through Mossflower, or need shortcuts or places to stay, I c'n help too. The next leg of my route takes me to the southern edge, so..." He pauses to swig from his canteen.

Marek normally would slap a beast who did this, normally he would avoid this but for an old beast this healer is quick as he yips and just narrows his eyes at her going to try and get her paw off his ear "I left her a gift and a note....and I do not intend anyways to fall over dead. This is a trip that was needed and Mr. Xander is watching the tavern as well as a couple others, and I am sure Ms. Blisa will help if needed"

Sipping her tea again, Angela turns and glares into the stoat's eye. "Don't sass off at me an' I won't pinch yer ear. 'Kay?" After a few more moments, she releases his ear and digs a fork out of her haversack. Poking at his fish, she adds, "Y'better eat that afore it burns, young 'un." Turning to the otter, she nods. "Thankee. I've never been South m'self; only been in the Norhtlands, and that was an experience I would like to never repeat. And while 'is tavern is in good paws, Marek, though 'e'll prob'ly never admit it, could use somebeast to 'elp 'im not die....because there's bound to be trigger-'appy 'ares or cannibal lizards or somethin' that'd love to make a snack our of Sauteed Stoat."

Marek sighs as he rubs his ear" And what if trouble harms you then, what then? And trouble with hares is one reason I did not go towards Halyard or tag along with Mr. Xander...the long Patrol hate me as does whatever badger is most likely in charge now"

Angela starts trying to eat some of the stoat's fish. Just a little bit. "They do? Oh, yes, didn't they come marchin' to th' rescue when y' 'ad Redwall under y'paw? Well, that seems like a good reason to 'ate a beast, now don't it? Although I'm sure there are a couple that 'ave forgiven you, or owuld if they 'eard about the good ye're tryin' t'do." Draining her mug of tea, she pours herself some more. "An' if we work together, we'd be fine. Don't you worry yore liddle 'ead about me. I've got m'own weapons." She pulls out a box from her haversack and opens it to reveal her familiar poisoned crystal. "Would y'feel better if I put this back atop o' me staff?"

Marek gets some fish carefully, he has given up on the fact the mouse maid is going to leave anytime soon. He nibbles some fish and eyes the crystals "What are those anyways, never before seen them before?" He then adds "I have my blade and my wits.." He seems fine, well basically, that she is tagging along for this trip, however long it will end up being.

Rolling her eyes, Angela shuts the box containing the crystal and, after ensuring that it's well locked, she slips it back into her haversack. Putting the key on its long chain back around her neck, she grumbles, "'Tis me poisoned crystal! I thought y'knew about it. I attacked some o' Quade's beasts with it." Shaking her head at his ignorance, "Yeah, well, y'now 'ave me. Get used to it. An' if y'try to lose me, I'll find ye and give ya the tail thrashin' y'mother ought to've given ye."

Marek knows better than to roll his eyes"I mean where did you get the crystal, I seen it briefly but most of my time was in the infirm or the gatehouse"

"Oh, that," Angela waves a paw airily. "I took it off m'owner's body after I poisoned 'im. 'E stole it from a mining operation that 'e attacked; they were diggin' for simple crystals to make into inexpensive jewelry and baubles for children. My owner collapsed the mine and took the females and little ones as slaves. 2 nights later, I managed to poison 'is food, and the the rest o' 'is 'eartless bunch o' slavers ate it, too. So it all worked out." She says this matter-of-fact-ly, but any beast could see that it was not a good experience for the old mouse. She's just hiding the pain and fear that remembering that time brought up.

Marek listens and looks surprised and quickly decides to not ask for any more details, in fact to just change the subject all together, "Anyways...I am glad for some company." He sighs as he sips tea and eats a little fish "I am most likely only missed by one beast...I just hope she doesn't think I am never coming back"

Angela stares into the fire as she listens to him, smiling a tiny bit as she guesses as to why he changed the subject. She has no idea why she told him all of that. "Oh, she'll miss you. Lily sees you as 'er best friend. And she 'opes that you'll come back; she practically threatened me with eternal rejection if I didn't find ya and 'elp y'not die. She doubts your fightin' abilities, not yer faithfulness to come back to yer friends."

Marek says, "My fighting skills are..." He looks at his missing paw and sighs “Maybe a little less than perfect now"

Angela smiles. "Nobeast is perfect, son, an' y'can't expect perfection from yerself. 'Twill only lead to frustration, depression, and anger."

Chud has been listening solemnly to Angela's tale, and now that it appears to be over he shifts so he's not sitting on his rudder, which seems to have gone numb from his posture. He doesn't say anything, feeling that any sympathy he could offer would be inadequate.

Marek nods slowly "No...no one is perfect, they try to be and never get to be. They can just try and be on the correct path in life....whatever that is"

Angela shrugs. "'Tis the path that leads to connection and love, I think....what say you?" she asks the otter, putting him on the spot. He better either come up with an answer about the 'right path', or admit that he has no idea. Don't make the mouse grumpy, yo.

"I'd agree," Chud says solemnly, nodding slowly. "I mean, some might have different views on it, but that's where I think my correct path would be." He pauses, thinking this over silently.

Marek nods "So...is Ms. Angela the only one tagging along? I am sure that Camp Willow would miss the otter scout" That and he rather not have more than the mouse maid along with him, least he knows her attude and can handle it.

Angela has finished all the tea and is now in the process of making more, this time with mint and rosehips and white willow bark (she has arthritis). She puts these in a cheesecloth bag and puts water in it, then sets the whole shibang to boil, letting the 2 male beasts talk that out.

Chud shrugs, completely missing the cue to decline. "I can come with you as far as the southern edge of Mossflower, then I gotta head back to Camp within the next few days after that."

Marek nods "Fine...may go further myself"

Angela nods. "Good, 'tis settled. Now, rest ye awhile an' 'ave some more tea." She digs out some travel cake she made out of fruits and nuts and honey and serves some for each of them. When she's finished with hers, she lays down, using her haversack as a pillow, and goes to sleep, staff grasped tightly in her paws. She wakes up to take 3rd watch, whether they agree with it or not.

Chud smiles gratefully. "Thanks miz!" The ever-hungry river otter chows down on the travel cake, which is surprisingly good for all its hardiness. He takes a quick otternap against the tree, leaving Marek unfortunately on first watch....

Marek watches them sleep, well he has first watch he guesses.He takes his shift and then wakes the otter before sleeping. All three will then continue on they journey once its sunrise.

The_Brony_Marek · Logs

Now ICLY this happens Thursday May 18th around like lunch time or right before Lunch time, anyhow its mid day basically and the tavern is busy, but not so busy Marek can't have an important discussion in his office.

FV:Tavern
Outside a sign swings on a rusty creaking frame above the doorway of the tavern depicting a faded painting of what appears to be three rather rich looking skeletons slumped over a table around a black chalice, perhaps such a thing could be taken as a warning but it doesn't appear to work on the locals. The noise within on a normal day is usually heard before the door is even opened and only rises in volume when one actually steps inside.
There are the typical qualities of a tavern within, from the bar to the chairs and booths and the odd drunk who never seems to move it's the little details which encourage a patron to pay his tab if he likes his fingers. One look at some of the staff or customers might give the impression but the room is decorated to the fiercer tastes with bones, mostly skulls cropping up here and there to fill a gap on a shelf or decorating the walls above the doorways, fireplace and bar, a pair of axes joining the one over the fire with some signs that they've been yanked off to join in a fight a couple of times. Some of the comfier chairs are lined with fur and very rarely one might be found with a few pointed bits of bone to decorate the back. Despite the looks there is entertainment and fun to be had, some form of music usually played on a small stage in the corner and at least one bouncer usually tries to keep the peace while beasts gamble, drink and be merry.
A small door behind the bar leads out the back to the kitchen and cellars while one wall has been opened up in a wide arch to increase the space off into the next room where what seems to be a wooden fence with gates on either end has been set up as a fighting pit as further entertainment and something to bet over.

It’s a busy day in the tavern and the owner had to get a couple more workers, one knows what to do and another is a slow worker and seriously driving Marek insane as the stoat shakes his head and hands the weasel a mop "Just clean....good grief" He looks around and shakes his head as he mixes a couple drinks and serves them.

Xander walks into the tavern and smiles, it’s good to be back home...well almost home anyways or maybe it’s home as his Uncle Zee's hut is his now. He makes his way to the main area where Marek is and looks back to make sure whoever is following is still back there as the other two with him had other stuff to do.

Cynthia stays close to Xander. She never liked this tavern and in her mind it’s still creepy. She catches site of Marek and sighs as she watches him, yeah she remembers him as he made her clear and work for a week when she refused to go home some seasons ago “Well your still here I seee....then again not the tavern without you." She adds a chuckle.

Marek glances at the voice and focuses his attention on the mouse maid "And so lovely to see you as well Ms. Cynthia...ah Mr. Xander I am glad you have returned, your timing is off by a couple days...I need to speak with you on important matters that I wish to not wait for." He leaves the bouncer in charge, yeah no one will try anything dumb with the tall fox there as he heads to his office, "I suppose you both can come I do not care"

Xander blinks "Talk? Bout wot I just go back and I had an issue with sand lizards and then a Thunderstorm happen and...well we walked from there as the boat needed repair but it was fine the captain will be able to fix it and yeah I am keeping an eye on Cynthia so she stays will me." He follows the stoat to the office.

Cynthia starts to sit and then sighs, but then less creepy upstairs or so she remembers and so she follows them, "Where is that one mole, isn’t he usually in the tavern when its busy?"

FV:Tavern:Office
This is the office of the tavern, not much in here except a desk made of cheery wood and a couple dressers against a wall full of scrolls and papers and such things. An oil lamp is here for light and you can exit back to the hallway if you wish.

Marek goes to unlock his office and stops, he first ushers them inside and closes the door as he speaks quietly “He died..." He leaves it at that and it’s clear it will not be spoken of again as he clears his voice “Mainly I am here to speak to Mr. Xander." He gets out blueprints and lays them down "For the Defender's base...Texo will help with that." He takes a deep breath "There is also the matter...of someone to watch the tavern while I am away"

Xander already knows what happen to Zaram as he frowns. He sits down and looks at the blueprints, which he has no clue what to make of them "Yeah...good idea and I know there is still building supplies, and Uncle Zee left more than enough coins to help get other supplies, I even have a better location for the base, close to dirt road but a little ways onto the Ferravale path first and your go off it into the woods. There is like a small clearing and everything I AM sure with hard work can be cleared more as no tall trees, some normal bushes and a couple small trees and like weeds an things and..."He stops "Watch the tavern? F..For how long and who watch it?"

Cynthia sits in a chair by the other wall and looks bored, she listens somewhat to them talking.

Marek clears his voice "You Mr. Xander and Patch, two beasts I trust and I do not have a come back time as I do not know. I need to go on a trip, figure out things and what to guess do in life. A quest to find myself maybe call it, I do not know. I have lost some of the trust I gained cause of Mr. Quade's lies...some I gained back yes but not all of it and some I never totally gained at all."

Xander blinks "Umm..wot?!" He frowns, "Watch a tavern? With Patch? But I have the Mossflower Defenders...I am leader now remember, and the group has grown a little bit, just a little and I have thought of using here as a meeting place..maybe...why me? Why me to watch the tavern and wot would I do anyways?"

Cynthia frowns, well she could offer some help "I..I could help cook if it’s needed....hey learned from the best since my father is Friar of Redwall and I..would be willing to make...well more verminish stuff too"

Marek looks at the mouse maid "Maybe...and some vermin stuff is no longer made...much to complaining but chieftain’s rule not mine. No more wood Pidgeon...there is still fish and...eel, but no Pidgeon or dove as before...shrimp is around and a vermin version of skinny and duff." He then turns to Xander "Mainly just keep things in order, have the other Defenders help...I trust Patch not to lose coin of the tavern, and this or the abbey can be a meeting place perhaps for the Defenders, that is up to you Mr. Xander as you are the leader now. I Am only an ally, not fully a member even and will be away anyways. You are to have the office, dust it once a week. My room is to be dusted as well as Zaram's once a month and left alone, nothing moved and there is one guest room for important guests to Ferravale above the tavern as well such as say Mr. Benar or...someone such as that stead a day or so at Ferravale"

Cynthia shrugs, she can cook and rather stay in Ferravale for....well reasons.

Xander listens as he thinks for a while "I...ok I guess. Am I allowed to have any other helpers, I wouldn’t have them upstairs I would tend to all that myself."

Marek leans his elbows on the desk, his paw stump has a sort of covering now, simple and plain for now, "Someone trustworthy yes. I am guessing your be in Mr.Zee's hut" He pulls out the keys showing him which goes to what door and repeating it a couple times and then lays them in front of the badger.

Cynthia looks between them, quiet as she is being respectful

Xander takes the keys "Ok...Zaram's room..keep locked, your room keep locked....office, supply rooms, guest..tavern door key ok" He says quietly "You know your be missed by some Marek and...when does this ..well start.?"

Marek shakes his head, "It starts tomorrow, that is when I leave and the only beast that would...miss me, truly miss me is Lilymoore..." He opens a drawer and pulls out a wrapped gift and hands it to the badger “For...Lily....from me. Please make sure she gets that Mr. Xander" He frowns as he sighs deeply “Now...please leave my office, it is still mine till sunrise tomorrow...good day and I will lock the tavern later tonight and open it tomorrow as I keep a key with me still...now go and leave me...alone" He grows quiet.

Cynthia frowns "You ok Marek?" Hey she may not like him but the guy sounds depressed right now.

Xander frowns and stands, "Ok..." He looks at Cynthia "Let’s just go I need to get you to the abbey, I am sure Lacota be happy to see you"

Marek stands and basically pushes them out, “Leave" Firm but a listen now tone and the door is locked from the inside with a click.

Cynthia blinks and looks to the badger trying to figure out what all is going on. “Whats wrong with him, why is he....well so moody?"

Xander leads her downstairs and on outside "Long story, maybe later I can explain it..let’s just get to Redwall we can get there by Dinner maybe"

After they leave the stoat breaks down, he breaks down in a fit of sobs. Sobs for Zaram, sobs for worry of weather Lilymoore will still be his friend, just the sadness of leaving and not knowing what the future holds, he is leaving behind what he is use to and he is unsure when he will return or if he even will return. He needs to go on this quest and it will be one of the hardest things he has ever done in his life.

*** This is what the gift is ****
Wrapped in light silver paper with a red silk bow, opens to a simple wooden jewelry box with a vine pattern on it. Open to ……a small gold bell, that will ding and has Lilymoore engraved on it in fancy letters. The Gold bell is on a gold chain . With the bell is a note ++ To Lilymoore, Let our friendship forever ring true.... friendship is golden....signed Marek Redthorn ++

The_Brony_Marek · Open Chat

Marek-Theme Song:My Past is not Today (Yes an MLP song)

Markalaway- Theme Song: Haunted Mysterious Music- "The Dusty Attic"

Rupert-Working on a Theme Song still

This is all my IC characters I have left, my OOC ones don't have Theme songs yet

Zee
Zork

Anyone want to post their character Theme Songs?

The_Brony_Marek · Logs

==Yeah super short but what ever =

It was a nice, warm spring morning...somewhere else in Mossflower. It was cloudy and cold this morning around the Black Gull, the weather throwing in a mix of light showers today just to spite the beasts on the road. It makes travel here that much more of a chore these days.

Bandit didn't come here as often as he had in the past, mostly because it was getting harder to make the walk the more often he ate here. One could hardly recognize the head guard of Ferravale as he kicks back in his chair, eating a leg of wood pigeon like it is his last meal. He wears simple comfy attire, having no shame in how his stomach hangs out of his pine marten vest. This was Bandits day off and no one was going to ruin it...

It was a nice, warm spring morning...somewhere else in Mossflower. It was cloudy and cold this morning around the Black Gull, the weather throwing in a mix of light showers today just to spite the beasts on the road. It makes travel here that much more of a chore these days.

Bandit didn't come here as often as he had in the past, mostly because it was getting harder to make the walk the more often he ate here. One could hardly recognize the head guard of Ferravale as he kicks back in his chair, eating a leg of wood pigeon like it is his last meal. He wears simple comfy attire, having no shame in how his stomach hangs out of his pine marten vest. This was Bandits day off and no one was going to ruin it...

Marek walked into the Gull, right now cloaked as he made his way to a table near Bandit. He looked over at the head guard and shaked his head before sitting down and ordering an ale and whatever the special of the day was.

Well, nearly no one could ruin his day. The fox nearly chokes at the sight of Marek. He wasn't exactly the fox's favorite stoat. The fox may have forgiven Marek of his many crimes but never past the point of viewing him as a rival and sometimes slight annoyance. It was a step up from 'someone who needs to be assaulted with a battle ax'.

"Ho HO!" The fox laughs from his chair, "What's dis? Did the cook finally tire of his own cooking? Maybe you are here to steal recipes?"

Marek looks over at Bandit as some wild greens, a roll, and oh look wood Pidgeon arrives. He quietly eats and downs some ale before he speaks "Mr. Bandit, how nice to see you and I do not need to steal recipes..I make my own or my workers do. I came here for a change of....view" He frowns slightly as he stabs down at a piece of food and then slowly eats it, sipping is ale and getting some more in the glass.

This causes the fox to laugh once again. He stands, sliding his way against the bar next to Marek. The fox wasn't nearly as hefty as he once was, although by the empty plates on the table behind him one could imagine it wasn't from a lack of effort. "I hear ya. Myself I can't believe the cheiftess banned wood Pidgeon from the village. This be the last place a fox can come, kick back, and be...vermin I guess." He leans his back against the bar, "What brings you here?"

Marek says, "Sometimes something more verminish helps one think...and the tavern still reminds me much of....Zaram" The last word say quiet. He clears his throat “And I am getting ready to head off elsewhere for a while, where...I am unsure"

"GOOD." The fox says happily, patting Marek on the back, "Town will be quieter without ya. No offense." he says quickly, "It's just that there are certain beasts that trouble just...follows, even at no fault of their own. Assassin, kidnappers, monsters trying to devour them. Things just...happen around them." He takes a swig of his drink, "We both fall into that category, It's why I'm thinking about a vacation somewhere as well..."

Marek makes a fist as if he wants to punch the fox and then just unballs his fist and sighs, he then asks "Yes but are you not the Head Guard..who would be that while your away, hmmm?"

"Someone good enough to take my place, but not good enough to replace me." The fox smiles, "I've trained the guard well. They can step up and take over for me if needed. It would be nice to take some time off before whatever happens next. Our track record for invasions is startling high..."

Marek says, "Yes but the Mossflower Defenders should keep things in order or least I hope Mr. Xander does. I shall be leaving him and Mr. Patch in charge of the tavern as well, and maybe hire a bouncer before I go to keep things...on order."

"Right. Order." He laughs, picking his teeth the beast pushes off from the bar. "Speaking of duty I need head back to the village. Take care on your trip Stoat. Try not to get into trouble." That's about as good of a goodbye as one would get from bandit as the fox staggers towards the door, belly swollen with ale and meat.

Marek rolls his eyes and downs his ale, he motions for more...and grabs the weasel’s arm to keep the ale bottle there as he hands him a couple coins of gold and the weasel nods quickly and seems suddenly happy as he skips away.

The_Brony_Marek · Logs

Texo is looking over a large blue print as he sets on a chair he brought outside, the blueprint is laid out on a table as he looks it over and every so often he will adjust a line he made.

Close by is a marten playing a fiddle. Next to him is a hat with a few coins in it and a ill made sign. The sign reads, 'Will play for money. Will fight for justice!"

Texo looks over at the marten before going to look once more at the blue prints in front of him and nods "Excellent indeed yes this will be great"

Marek makes his way across town and a couple beasts move out of his way. He catches site of Texo and walks over to him as he clears his throat "Mr./ Texo a word please if you will be so kind"

The marten continues to play. The fiddler plays his fiddle.

Texo looks over at Marek "Oh...OH..Marek you have returned, this is good news I was working on the blue prints for a bell tower to be made soon as well as maybe a better inn to replace the other one and of course these things take time and beasts to help ”

Marek nods "Yes yes...I have a project you will help with" He lays down his own blue prints, "Base of the Mossflower Defenders you will need to speak with Mr. Xander as he is in charge now. I am sure you two can speak to one another soon as he returns from his little trip, hopefully he returns soon as I need to speak to him as well"

Texo blinks and looks over the new blue prints "Well...I can see what I can do" He takes out his glasses and puts them on, he really shouldn’t try and look over more than one thing at a time, he studies the print out and hmms "So where would this be?"

Marek answers "Off the path to the village but close to the dirt road, a main building as you see here...and a couple smaller ones. A training area I will tend to and have started to tend to in fact. There will be a supply area also I will go over this with Mr. Xander as well and he can speak to you on its building needs if he requires help he can send for Mr. Rupert whom has promised to not venture too far away but the rabbit is working on his map making so it’s hard to say. Your need some moles but I am sure you know that for the foundation making."

Texo nods "Moles are good for that sort of thing, making things so they don’t fall over and making sure the ground is safe and won’t cave it..I know" He looks over the blue prints again and nods, he makes sure not to mix them up with the ones for the bell tower, nor mix any of those with the ones for the Inn, but the weasel is good at his job "Wow...lot ta do looks like, will have to see how much can get done in a couple seasons, the base shouldn’t be too hard no, it’s my bell tower for the village that will take the most time, and an Inn which shouldn’t be too hard to make and its started already see" He points to a frame of the inn and how it’s coming together "Good right?"

"You could build a base right outside the ville," Comments the fiddler stopping in the middle of a song. "Or you could build it in an actually defensible location." Then marten starts his song up again.

" Good" Marek says quietly" I expect a lot done when I return and I am unsure when that will be as it’s a trip that’s needed to be done and soon rather than later, there is just the matter of clearing up a couple things and making sure things are in good order" A frown is formed "And a couple...goodbyes.." He arches an eyebrow at the martin "Good sir...I know where it is to be build and the area is safe, it can be defended if needed but mostly they defend others in need and prevent future problems best they can around Mossflower"

Texo nods to Marek and looks at the odd martin and tilts his head as go back to playing and shrugs. He then quietly speaks "I am unsure he is allowed ta do that."

Marek glances over before speaking once more to the weasel "I shall let the chieftain know of him, she can decide what to do about it as he seems of little threat, perhaps annoyance to some..." In fact a couple rats find that fact to be true and are heading to Blisa's home now to perhaps complain, the stoat shrugs "Seems taken care of now.....ok back to the base for Mossflower Defenders...doors should be well made and if possible windows not easily broke, maybe a secret way in and out if ever needed, let’s see...here works" He points to an area and jolts down some design, and another in another area of the base “There...I trust you to make sure it’s safe and able to be done Mr. Texo"

Texo lets him add details and looks it over "It is able to be done...yes, maybe the one here slightly moved a little to the left and glass can be made thick yes'”

Marek nods "Good...now there is supplies already of brick and wood, as well as beasts willing to help build it and I am sure Mr. Xander can find some moles or...wait I can as Zaram knew some moles who would be willing to help I shall go to them" Most likely the only moles whom trust Marek.

Texo frowns "I, heard bout Zaram...sorry, he was a nice beast. But sorry if seem...rude or worried but who shall keep an eye on the tavern for you till you return and you do plan to return correct?"

Marek says, " Yes I plan to return" Marek says annoyed a bit now " Just not sure when and Mr. Xander and Mr. Patch shall keep an eye on things for me I trust them to keep things in order and that they will be respected by others in the village" And respect any wishes the stoat has for the tavern and are most likely the best ones to make sure he has a tavern when he returns "And the chieftain is around if needed as well"

Texo nods quickly "Yes of course I am sorry as you would better know of these things than I do"

Marek sighs "It....fine. It is not always easy to find trustworthy beasts and those loyal with or without a perfect past then again who has a perfect past?...No one does, no one does Mr. Texo...no one"

Texo nods in agreement "I do agree with that even those abbey beasts don’t have a perfect life, some think they do maybe but they don’t, not fully"

Marek gathers up the blueprints for the Defenders base and heads off to the tavern without another word, this is going to be a long day he knows this before he even steps into the tavern and starts the day a little late today but started none the less.

The_Brony_Marek · RP Chat

Western Shore be good they need role play
Maybe Mossflower Defenders could live in Brockhall? A badger is leader now after all....
Wonder if there is any snakes in the quarry anymore or possible cave ins from exploreing it....who knows
Also again the Long Patrol and the badger Lord needs vermin to smash with his large war hammer!

The_Brony_Marek · RP Chat

I shall take my break starting May 15th. I will connect to avoid pwipes but thats all for a while...few months? Dont know....ok as follows for my charcters

Marek-He will be wandering around on a quest to find himself,maybe go north or south even, somewhere. Not to worry he will leave the tavern in good paws

Markalaway- Still undertaker of Ferravale, same old things as he avoids most unless something serious is going on, otherwise he will do his job, go out in the dead of the night and be in his dark corner of the tavern where no one, then who wants to?..will brother him or stay in his creepy hut down that creey path off the graveyard.

Rupert- Will be traveling and updating maps, he may show up once in a great while in a library somewhere.

Zee and Zork just around for land stuff and ooc rooms made

Once in a while I may find time to role play we shall see.....I will try and role play a couple times before the 20th of May, after that its gonna be a rare thing to see me online here

The_Brony_Marek · RP Chat

As some know Marek fell from leadership of his own group, and for a short while Quade took over till beasts learned he was evil so he tried to kill off all the group members...some died but others survived.

The Quade TP is basically over except for the recovery of those injured and after effects. Quade was killed and most of his horde friends were killed, only a very small few escaped and they most likely wont be back or maybe will hook up with some other bad beast elsewhere.

Marek fell from his leadership of Mossflower Defenders and when given a chance to be leader again said no. He has passed the leadership down to another and that is to Xander who has earned it so congrats! Better take good care of it....Marek is around as ally still and OOC issues of the group.

Another note ICLY Marek is going on a sort of quest/trip to....find himself. He will be back but not for a while, but that wont be for another 3-4 weeks as he has a couple things to do first. OOCLY college and taking care of my father will take a lot of time away from free time.

An updated Character list of mine:

1. Marek Redthorn- Tavern Owner of Ferravale, reformed villain.
2. Markalaway Omendark- Undertaker of Ferravale, beast of nightmares, one-eyed mystery, etc.
3.Rupert-Mapmaker and Historian, He is a rabbit and hates being mistaken for a hare
OOC characters
Zee
Zork

I have given Zolomon to my mother(aka Oz)if anyone is curious.

This is all for now

The_Brony_Marek · Open Chat

I plan on taking a break soon as well

So Bandit, hmmms....getting fired or quiting works but then who would be Head Guard while your away?

And what about your other alts? Any of them dying or just disappearing?

The_Brony_Marek · Logs

Marek has stayed in the infirm, just to make sure he behaves and he goes along with it, a guard otter watches him but seems rather bored

Xander steps into the infirm and goes to check on Minsc and sighs in worry "Please don't die while I am away.“

Marek looks over and sits up, he stands and goes over to him and the hamster "Mr. Minsc is under the care of good healers and where are you going Mr. Xander?"

Xander answers "Salamastron...let them know some things, and bout mom...since last time she....and I...was on the western coast, wasn’t the best time and neither of us stayed at the mountain, I left real quick and she followed me, it was about the time I was looking for one of the chests that Corporal Flint had at the time, he brought it to me at the tavern in town there....small chest had the pommel jewel of the blade least, figured give them an update. I won’t be gone long as river makes it a week and not two and it’s a day to the river and like a couple days to the mountain from where the sea and river meet..Zolomon and someone named Leafeyes is tagging along"

Marek rubs his stub of a paw “I suppose I can keep an eye on the Defenders that stay here....but when you return we need to chat, I have something important to discuss"

Xander says, "We talked remember"

Marek says, "This is more...something else. So by the time your back stop at the tavern in Ferravale I should be back then...see I have my own trip to plan but something else needs made sure of before then. I am hopefully heading back to Ferravale soon to check on my tavern, I do trust beasts to not mess it up before I get there"

Xander says, "I don’t think anyone would mess up the tavern they would have you and Blisa to worry about if they did"

Marek says, "Yes that is correct...as for a boat if you need one. I know a beast by the river, look for a grumpy ferret named Mack tell him Marek sent you and he will help you...and get you back as well"

Xander says, "Thanks Marek, and I let others know of my trip I just hope things stay calm for a while"

Marek nods "I am sure they will. I have a feeling Mr. Quade is no longer a threat. I overheard a sparrow telling Mr. Leon that his wife is fine and that Mr. Angela as well as Mr. Emyuil is fine as well and that Quade is dead. So no more worries on that Mr. Xander"

Xander asks, "Well it’s a leaders job to worry, isn’t it? To always know where one's group members are or least try and know where they are best one can."

Marek says, "You are correct, you are a good leader...far better than I ever was"

Xander frowns a little but not cause he doesn’t believe the stoat, just he still has some unsureness

Marek watches him and explains "Also with you as leader there is no chance to look down on the group as when I ran it...there was, few trust me and some lost the trust cause of Quade and seem to not want to give it back. Trust is hard to gain and easy to lose and I still do not have full trust of the one beast important here, and I am uncertain why he lets me stay inside...maybe cause I am..guarded and that’s Mr. Benar"

Xander says, "Well maybe, you did risk your life to let him get free, you could of been killed when the rescue happen and you almost died if you hadn’t stumbled into the abbey"

Marek says, "A risk I took and just happen to come across the right beasts at the time"

Xander nods, he then thinks a while "So...what is it that needs discussing, I mean if it’s important"

Marek is quiet "As mentioned or maybe didn’t....someone to watch tavern, I will make sure things are in order before that and if needed let another speak to you but shouldn’t be an issue. There will be the whole tavern up and down stairs, and your have the Defenders of course and that hut that was Mr. Zee's that’s now yours but I am sure your be fine.

Xander says, "I was gonna leave in the morning, get some supplies at Ferravale and then head off, get some supplies here too I guess"

Marek says, "I do hope it’s wise to take the walking stomach on legs"

Xander chuckles "Zolomon will be fine, he listens to me and if I say go easy on some rations, he will listen"

Marek says, "See another good point...he listens to you far better than he did me...I am most glad he is tagging along with you"

Xander says, "Edson, dorarose, Kurt as he is recovering, henry are staying here....me and Zolomon and that Leafeyes are going on the trip..Minsc is here...and hope he survives and is alive and well when I get back"

Xander says, "Oh and Brookshire is well somewhere around"

Marek says, "Things will be fine while your away I will even get beasts started on rebuilding the headquarters"

Xander nods “That would be good, most of the supplies to build are fine, just like a stack of 5 boards got burnt that one day”

Marek nods as he listens” I may tag along as far as Ferravale as I do need to return or I may just wait till Blisa is ready to leave since no threats are out there I see no real reason to stay here, I need to get back to my tavern, sort some things out and have some time alone to think”

Xander glances over “I could get you some time alone to think now if like”

Marek looks over “And how would you do that Mr. Xander?”

Xander walks over to the guard and speaks with him as the guard walks off and Xander sits down “I am your guard now. Few go to the fire pit, you could sit, mediate maybe and I could just watch from a distance.”

Marek manages a smile “Alright…led the way and you can stay by the fire pit as well, you are my guard so….sides talking helps one get over the death of a loved one,”

Xander nods “True “ He then leads him to the fire pit and sits on a far beach, he ends up falling asleep after a little while

Marek sits down and closes his eyes, after some mediation he just watches the stars quietly, no that stars do anything but it’s a clear night and why not just relax. He wipes away a few tears and spends the night just sitting there till he too is tried and he falls asleep

===Next day===

Xander wakes up and frowns , he looks around and seeing Marek he goes over to gently tap his shoulder

Marek opens his eyes and blinks, a large yawn “What?”

Xander notes the sun coming up, “I am gonna eat breakfast and then head off on my trip…guess see you in…oh…3..maybe 4 weeks” He then heads off.

Marek just nods before sitting up and slowly standing, well he may as well get breakfast also and…oh joy the otter guard as he just ignored the guard and they both head to breakfast

The_Brony_Marek · Logs

Quade sits in the old mine shaft , he has some bandages with him and a little healing supplies. He rips the arrow out and cusses loudly as 5 rats, 3 stoats and a couple ferrets stay nearby. A tall fox guards the entry as Quade looks around, his tail mostly gone, he has a gash on his arm and that arrow wound on his upper back now.

In the shadows near the entrance, a killer waits. The Half-Rat takes in the situation at a glance, picking targets. His sister's axe Nightsong is slung over his back, but the sword Nevermore will be his weapon of choice today. He draws the blade, which he darkened with soot ahead of time to hide its shine. Every cell of Emyuil's body is calling for blood, but with an effort he waits for DoraRose.

DoraRose silently comes up beside her brother like a whisp of smoke. Her blue eyes are hard as she shifts her grip on her new war hammer. She's decided that having a 3rd weapon would be a good idea today; anger makes overkill seem adequate. Her sword is strapped to her side, all sooted up, too, which is undoubtedly making a mess in its sheath. Angela is near the evil squirrel, her leg chained to the wall. "I am willin' to patch up yer wounds." She's been in similar positions in her life before, and she seems to be taking this whole mess all in stride.

Quade glares at the mouse, "Just stay cozy we won’t stay here long, need to find a better location those fool Mossflower Defenders know where this place is...then again there is one less of them now" Least he believes this. He has his very low among of followers now. One rat frowns "Maybe we should just give up.." Quade stabs the rat, well one less helper.

Gesturing with a paw in the dark, Emyuil indicates the tall fox that was supposed to be on guard duty, mouthing, /I'll take him./ It takes all he has to wait for DoraRose rather than rushing in; his eyes blaze with fury when he sights Angela.

Shrugging, Angela looks at her claws. "Whatever, young 'un. I wouldn't poison you, if that's what ye're worried about; I don't poison wounds that I'm supposed to be fixin'." Dora nods and smiles grimly. Eyeing the closest rat, she makes a few small, experimental swings with her hammer, then mouths 'Charge'. When he charges, she will, too, swinging her hammer at the rat's head! Whack-a-rat! Brouhaha!

Quade rolls his eyes "I could care less....you will tend to my wounds and then I aim to slay a couple beasts before I drag you north, hope you like the cold as you have to get used to it. I will rebuild my army and then come back stronger to this land"

Emyuil breathes deeply, once, twice, and then Quade's threat of dragging Angela north, which the old mouse probably wouldn't survive, makes him snap. A scream echoes through the cavern as he cannons into the guard fox, sword held out in front of him and ripping through the beast's chest.

DoraRose manages to play whack-a-rat, and as her victim crumples to the ground in a very, very dead fashion, the Warrior turns and, with a roar, lunges at one of the weasels! Angela purses her lips. "North? Seriously? Why do all of you beasts who capture me think going North is a good idea....oh, fer th'love..." She merely sighs as her 2 hot-headed grandchildren come thundering into the scene and start killing beasts. She starts nonchalantly searching for a rock, figuring that the evil squirrel will use killing her as a threat to make the 2 Warriors give up. She might as well find something to use for self-defense....

The fox dies rather quickly without much of a gurgle and the rat soon follows. Quade jumps up and grabs his sword as his eyes narrow. “What in the seasons...fine want to die so badly now....so be it!" He snaps his fingers and sends whats left of his horde to take on the two mice, about 7..no 6 now as one stoat dies.

Emyuil sees nothing but Quade's face, eyes locked on like a hawk's to prey as he hacks his way forward, parrying a blade stroke from one of the remaining rats, still screaming and he battles his way to the squirrel. "I'll kill you! I'LL KILL YOU ALL!"

DoraRose leaves all the screaming to her brother, and stays silent as she ducks a swing from a stoat and intentionally drops her hammer on his foot. While he screams and drops his weapon, she draws her sword and tries to behead him to death! Angela has found a rock, and now she's busily trying to find the key for the chain that's connecting her to the wall while keeping a hold of her weapon.

Quade grins as he swings his blade towards Emyuil, "How about I gut ya with my blade...well its mine now seeing as its former owner is a little dead now!" Meanwhile the stoat does lose his head as his body crashes to the dirt floor, a rat dies as does another from the other mouse’s blade and a ferret tries to sneak up behind him. The squirrel doesn’t notice Angela trying to escape, oh and those keys are on the wall...on a hook close to where Quade was but just out of reach, barely....but maybe she can find something to reach them still.

"Wrong!" Emyuil bellows, parrying the blade with sparks flying. "I'LL DRINK YOUR BLOOD INSTEAD!" Swinging his sword around towards Quade's sword-arm's bicep, the Half-Rat is barely aware of the fact that he's starting to be taken over by the Bloodwrath. The ferret behind him manages to reach Emyuil, but the mouse is moving too quickly to allow the vermin a good strike yet, even while unaware of the beast's presence.

DoraRose spots the ferret who's sneaking up on her brother and roars, leaping at him and going to stab him in the chest! "NOBEAST HURTS MY FAMILY!!!" Angela scowls at the keys, then starts looking around for a thingy to use to extend her reach. Oh, there, a sword! She reaches for it, and her fingers just barely brush it. The old Healer strains, trying to grab the weapon.....

Quade is too focused on the battle as the ferret falls dead, The squirrel gets a large gash on his side and blood pours as he yells out in pain and goes to stab the mouse but his aim is off from his chest!

The sword thrust punches into Emyuil's arm, but the mouse doesn't scream in pain--he roars in hatred, too far gone to the Bloodwrath to feel more than annoyance at the wound. Blood pours down his arm and he switches paws quickly before he loses strength in what would otherwise be his sword paw. Thrusting forward again, he aims for Quade's throat, riskily leaving his side unprotected for a moment. What does it matter if he gets hurt, if he ends Quade's life here? At least, that's what his fogged mind is saying.

DoraRose has killed a ferret! Tugging on her sword, she discovers it's stuck, so she releases it and yanks her axe off of her brother's side and attacks the remaining horde beasts. Angela has managed to grab the sword and, after abandoning her rock, she uses both paws to maneuver her new weapon to get the keys off the wall. Success! They clatter to the ground, and the old mouse quickly snags them and starts trying to set herself free.

Quade is surprised as the blade cuts into his throat and staggers back holding a paw to it as blood pours down and he drops the blade Furyblazor onto the floor, the blade he claimed to be his and its rightful owner is Minsc. He snorts and gurgles and eyes dim some, but he still fights as he grips his blade with the last of his strength and swings at the mouse, but it’s not a strong swing and fairly weak.

Emyuil wasn't expecting another attack, and he takes another wound, this time to his lower right leg. He stumbles, but steadies himself quickly. As his own blood trickles down his arm, he grips his sword as tight as he can. Eyes full of Bloodwrath, he spits, "This is for my family," As he brings down the blade into Quade's chest, ramming it through the squirrel's ribcage with maniacal strength. He rips it out and stabs again, and again. "YOU--PIECE--OF--WALKING--FILTH! I'LL SEND YOU TO /HELL/!" Finally, he leans on the pommel of his sword, the blade of which is still buried in Quade's chest. He checks to make sure the squirrel is dead, just as he begins to feel the full effects of his wounds. He winces, clutching a bloodstained paw to his arm and releasing his sword. Breathing heavily, he struggles to stand, landing on his knees on the tunnel floor next to Quade's cooling form.

Quade feels the first stab as he drops the blade he held weakly and the blade clanks to the floor one last time. His eyes cloud over in death mist, he is already dead when the next couple stabs happen and his body falls limp to the ground as the last stab happens. The two horde beasts left look in shock and horror and one may need a change of clothing now .

DoraRose is already on one of the remaining horde beasts, trying to chop him to a very quick death with her axe. As the other one runs off in his wet pants, screaming like a terrified banshee, the mouse turns just in time to see her brother collapse. "Emmy!" she cries as she runs to him. Angela has freed herself and grabs the herb satchel. Stiffly dragging herself over to her grandson, she digs out sewing supplies and herbs. "Quickly, get me bandages to apply pressure with!" The Warrior complies, knowing that the faster she works, the sooner her brother will (hopefully) stop bleeding to death.

Emyuil grunts something or other hoarsely as he tries to drag himself upright with his sword hilt. He's barely conscious, but knows somewhere in his mind that he must remain awake or he'll die. Probably.

One horde beast dies and the other made it out alive to live another day and vows to stay clear of mice forever!

DoraRose goes to shove her brother down and hold him still. "He's dead, now don't make me sit on you. And if you die, I'll kill you in your sleep and never speak to you again!" She may or may not be slightly crazy from her adrenaline rush and near-Bloodwrath experience. Angela is busily stitching, cleaning, and herbifying her grandson's wounds, working on them from the most severe to the least. She is fast but skilled; she's had scores of seasons worth of practice, after all. They'll probably have to stay here for a few days to let him rest up..

Emyuil holds still, reason returning to his eyes. "Thanks 'rose. Thanks Nana," he breathes. He manages to hold on long enough for his wounds to be dressed before he passes out.

The rest of the day and night is quiet and if supplies are needed, well there is some food here that’s safe to eat mainly apples, rice cakes, pears and some sunflower seeds and a barrel of fresh water. May not be the best place to stay, but no one will brother them here.

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