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Outskirts: Clearing
Any hint of overgrown vegetation has been eliminated from this area to the point where you cannot see any of it in your immediate sight. Standing here are a large amount of bricks and what appears to be the foundation for some sort of building.

Zee walks into the clearing not too far from Ferravale, about an hour’s walk though some vegetation that Marek has trimmed back. He glances around “Well Marek be somewhere lad”

Xander is with his uncle, his new sword on his back, “So why did we walk this far? What’s going on?”

Zolomon follows the two badgers, in his paw is some sort of pastry, “Walking is good exercise Xandy, keep in shape and all that” He finishes the pastry and takes a swig of something from a flask.

Marek leads the way through the cleared-off path, Zaram in tow. “Of course, the explanation” He gestures to a pile of bricks. “As you can see, I am currently in the process of building something. I have brought you three here to discuss that. You see, Mr. Zee, after the FORTUNATE demise of Mr. Jedrick, I thought to myself that not every problem in Mossflower can be solved through lucky happenstance. Therefore, I am getting together a group of beasts who are willing to find these threats and put a stop to them before they become an issue. I am calling this group the Mossflower Defenders and I want you three to join”

Zee nods as he listens “I am unsure on joining, but I can help best I can, perhaps not as much as I would like due to…well issues, and thar always be allies to help the group and not be like a direct member of it.”

Xander looks to his uncle “Can I join? I can fight fairly well and I am quick on my foot paws, plus I can learn what I need to learn .”

Zolomon grins “I bet Xandy could learn to use a bow, maybe a short bow as no one but me touches MY longbow”

Marek raises an eyebrow. “Yes of course, I wanted Xander to join…if it is okay with Mr. Zee” He gathers a few herbs for Zaram to place in his pouch and then awaits further response.
Zee glances at Xander and back to Marek and nods “I…I also wanted ta ask and may as well now, if you could train the lad, Marek. You’re a beast I trust fer the job”

Xander blinks “Why can’t you just train me Uncle Zee? You’re a great warrior, but yes I would listen to Marek also and yes I still want to join the Mossflower Defenders”

Zolomon gets a short bow and then leans on a tree to listen “Sounds like a jolly good cause and ya have me Mr. M as a member, me and my longbow is at your service”

Marek nods. “Of course I’ll train the boy, we’re happy to have him on the team…and you as well, Mr. Zolomon” As Zaram wanders back to Ferravale he lays down a few bricks. “I completely understand your decision, Mr. Zee, one’s fighting days can only go on for so long”

Zee simply nods, he doesn’t go on to explain to Xander, he looks a bit confused “Where you get the short bow?”

Xander sighs, but is interested in the short bow” Cool a bow, bows are neat as one can attack from a distance, Jedrick had this body guard that was an archer, ooooooh maybe I can learn archery. I bet it’s easy to learn”

Zolomon shrugs “Made it for Xandy and SEE he wants to learn and I am just the beast to teach the skill, just like my grandfather I am the best archer in Mossflower…maybe in the world in fact. I could teach him how to make one and arrows to go with it as well!”

Marek looks to the younger badger, “Well, perhaps learning the bow is good, but you will also learn the blade, more paw to paw and maybe use of a staff”

Xander nods in understanding, “And I am good with paw to paw sir and I have a blade now, not the blade my grandfather wielded but I hope to have it soon”

Zolomon grins and hands Xander the bow, “And you can shot de target I made!” He picks up the target and sits it down, it has the bullseye like most archer targets do, “Easy right and arrows can be fired up to a, well great distance based on long or short bow and strength of the archer, give it a try Xandy”

Marek frowns “That may not be the wisest move Mr. Zolomon, one must learn to use a weapon, learn of the weapon, not just be handed one and told to give it a try”

Zee looks back and forth between the two beasts, and frowns a little at Xander eagerness,
“Be careful with that Xander, please lad. Do not expect great results at first”

Xander nods and goes to fire off an arrow from the longbow, it sails to a tree and gets stuck, he selects another and fires towards Marek by mistake as he gasps.

Zolomon watches from where he is and calls out “Look out Mr. M!!”

Marek was placing a brick down and turns, luckily the arrow misses anything vital, it’s also lucky his boots are thick when the arrow sinks into one of them, he grumbles and looks at the arrow and back to Xander, “Aim for the target, not anything else Mr. Xander” He goes to get a couple more bricks, he is running low on bricks and will have to get more soon, but he has a couple beasts he knows he can get more from.

Zee eyes widen as he watches “Umm..maybe bit ta the right and up a little lad, or maybe stick with something else….like your blade”

Xander frowns “Sorry sir, won’t happen again sir” He selects an arrow again and takes a deep breath, he aims and the aim is seriously off. In fact he is sort of walking sideways and backwards after he is trying to figure out the best way to fire. He holds the arrow in place as he looks at the target and being drawn back so long his fingers get tried and he accidently let’s go and looks up quickly at the path that’s sort of sideways towards the archer target and gulps, he also stepped back a bit too far and that arrow could clearly hit some beast” Marek duck!!!” He has one last arrow and holds it in the bow pulling back just a little “I..I can try…try again..” He then gasps in pain as his nervous paws loose the last arrow…into his own foot paw.

Zolomon looks up at about this time, he was standing by the target’s side and then screams, the arrow misses him, well most of him it goes through his ear and yanks him downwards and the arrow is sort of sideways, but also stuck right in the center, just barely but the hare’s ear top is stuck to the target as well, “I say…ouch….”

Marek hears the word duck just as the arrow grazes his check and ends its trip by going into Zolomon’s ear, he slowly turns to the hare and back to the badger and starts to walk slowly to Xander. A closer look shows that arrow missed his eye by mere cm’s . His next move is to yank the short bow out of the badger’s paws before he can do more damage.

Zee quickly goes over to tend to Xander “Lad are you ok?” Yeah let’s forget the hare and stoat for now.

Xander tenses as the bow is yanked from his paw and steps back a couple feet and tenses up in pain from the arrow still clearly in his foot paw. Tears form “I..I am sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. I am am..will never be any warrior at all”

Zolomon whimpers as his ear is still very stuck to the archery target and may be hard to remove very easily. “Chaps?” He says slowly “This bally well hurts, wot?”

Marek takes a calming breath, “No more bows of any kind” He says as calm as he can and in fact breaks the bow and drops it to the ground, “Now the abbey is closer, so let us go. It appears as though we will have to take Mr. Zolomon target and all to the abbey, this…should be enjoyable” Not really by the sound of his voice “And Mr. Xander one should not give up easy, all beast have a weakness and it appears as if yours in the use of bows, you fight well in the fighting pits when you were there, you are quick on your foot paws as well. You are young and still have much to learn, a warrior does not become a warrior in a few days, it takes time…seasons to be the best in fact, now let’s go” He will help the hare walk, and carry the target and Zee will get on the other side of the hare “Come Xander, to the abbey”

Zee helps the hare and nods to Xander “Its ok, all will be well. Your grandfather Zork was not good with bows, he shot his own foot paw first try….and broke a window in an inn, decided bows was not fer him either.”He offers a smile and ruffles the younger badger’s headfur. Let’s get your foot paw looked at also, walk slow.”

The walk feels longer than it is, as Xander is trying to not put pressure on a foot paw is hard, the young badger borrowed his uncle’s staff to walk in fact.

The group of beasts soon arrive at the gates of the abbey and it’s a strange sight indeed. A hare with an arrow through his ear, in fact pined by that same ear to the archery target. Marek has an arrow in one foot paw and a line of red right beside his side going to the side of his head where an arrow clearly grazed him and clearly barely missed taking his eye out. Marek also has an arrow in his own foot paw, but it’s not too deep as his boots are thick.

Redwall Abbey:Entry
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You stand on a grassy sward between two cottages. To the south you see a small, calm pond. To the north lies an open space where the Abbey has its feasts in the warmer seasons. To the east is the Great Hall, a massive structure that rises far above the abbey walls and is completed with large towers that pierce upwards into the sky. The main building is completed with a large, iron banded door that would allow one into the Great Hall.
Coolness has swept into the air now, bringing with it the autumn leaves of the orchards. Coating the trails that lace and move through the dying grass and flowers. Regardless of the death of plants, the area is beautiful in it's gold and orange season. The abbey is sporting the colors in full pride.
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Leon is passing by the entry on his way to the gatehouse when a guard taps him on the shoulder. He arches an eyebrow and listens “Say…what now?” He follows them to where the three beasts are and frowns “What the seasons?!” He shakes his head and quickly makes a decision “Marek, go inside the gate house…..Zee , Zolomon and Xander sit down on the grass, in fact Zee watch Marek let me tend to the hare first.”

Marek sighs but slowly walks into the gatehouse and sits down, he slowly removes the arrow, then his boot, and uses a bit of bandages he carries with him to hold pressure on the arrow wound. He frowns at the boot with the arrow hole ,”Seems I will need that fixed soon “

Zee nods and gets the staff from Xander and leans in it looking very tried from the walk and fact he just helped carry an archery target and a hare from the clearing north of the abbey. He slowly sits down and at first it looks like he has trouble catching his breath, but after a few moments his breathing is back to normal, but he still looks tried.

Xander sits down “Uncle zee you ok?” He calls over to his uncle sounding worried, he has never seen his uncle seem so tried before. He glances at Leon and sighs “This is all my fault, they probably hate me now, you probably hate me too. ”

Zolomon frowns “My ear, me poor poor ear.” He also is acting like a dibbun” Am I GONNA DIE Brother L? Tell me the truth I can take it!” He frowns “Tell me, tell me now, Will it hurt when the arrow is out? Will I be in the infirm long? Will I lose a lot of blood, bally well need my blood ya know. I will run from the tunnel…my ear hurts, me poor, poor, poor , poor ear…….”

Leon listens to all that’s said and sighs “No, but the top of the ear will need to be clipped off, no other way.” He pulls out some strong smelling herbs and places them right against the hare’s nose, “Breath normal please”

Marek keeps the pressure on his foot paw and rolls his eyes at the hare,”Mr. Leon please get Mr. Zolomon to be quiet.”

Zee frowns, he then answers Zee, “ I be fine lad, not to worry just tired is all, helping Zolomon made me tired and I still need to talk to Dorarose. And no one hates you Xander.”

Xander nods slowly and hugs his Uncle” I love you Uncle Zee. Your always be around for me won’t you Uncle Zee?”

Zolomon at first panics and then drifts into some sort of sleep, well that didn’t take long.

Leon then goes to carefully take off the top part of the hare’s ear and places the archery target and arrow aside, he nods to a guard to take it out of the abbey, which they do, and then he sews the wound with skill and speed, applies herbs to the wound and bandages it. He nods to another guard “Take him to the infirm” Now to Xander, he carefully works the arrow free and as he applies pressure with his hand stub, he uses his good paw to sew the wound, apply herbs and bandage. He does fairly well with one paw and his tail. “There Xander I suggest you take it easy for a few days and stay off the foot paw…please” He glances at Zee “You sure you’re alright Zee? And you need to talk to Dora about what?” He then walks into the gatehouse to tend to Marek, “Well your wound is not deep, you’re lucky your boots are so thick. No need for stitches, but…” He applies needed herbs and bandages the foot paw, “ Maybe stay off it a day, you can rest in the infirm I can let Abbot Benar know”

Marek waits till the foot is bandaged and places his boot on carefully “No thank you, I was invited to the Winter Feast and will come then, as promised. I have some things to tend to with my new group The Mossflower Defenders. I will be fine and Zaram knows healing as well Mr. Leon” He then stands and walks out of the gatehouse and then leaves through the gates and up the road to Ferravale.

Zee watches Marek head off and shrugs to Leon, “Probably for de best lad.” He looks to Zolomon “I can carry him to the infirm, and Xander come with me as well ok boy, ya need some rest. I will be up to check on soon as done talking ta Brother Leon” He picks up Zolomon and carries him to the infirm. He will tuck Xander in and come back down the stairs slowly, with a small chest; he sits it by the steps for now and sits down on the steps to rest a few moments.

Xander yawns and nods “Ok Uncle Zee.” He smiles as he follows him upstairs. He will go to sleep as soon as he lies down.

Leon is waiting by the stairs, ”Maybe you should be resting too Zee.” He sees the chest “So she has a chest too then, ok.” He has his own, so he doesn’t ask what it is about” But please rest afterwards”

Zee nods “I promise Brother Leon. I may be….dying but not like I am dying tonight, still have some days left in me…ok?”

Leon sighs but nods “Fine….talk to my wife and then you best get some rest…or else”

Zee frowns a little and nods, he then heads on to the gatehouse area.

The_Brony_Marek · Logs

Happens right away after this log

http://forum.rwmuck.org/viewtopic.php?id=21

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. here 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.
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Zee leads the group into the Ferravale Tavern and goes to sit down slowly , leaning on his staff a little on his way here, and for a moment before sitting in the chair.

Xander stays beside his uncle, his new blade on his back as he takes a look over at the fighting pit, but decides to not go into it, least for now.

Zolomon glances around and shrugs “Neat looking place, it’s different that’s for sure” He studies the old badger, “You ok there…..Zee was it?”

Thunderwing manages to fit, just fit inside the doorway of the tavern and right away room is clearly made for the eagle as the large bird looks around, luckily keeping his wings to his side.

Patch looks over and his eyes widen at the large bird, he is currently at a table with a couple other rats playing a game of cards, the game stops a moment and then starts up again.

Marek eyes the patrons walking in slowly, and tries his best not to face palm at Thunderwing’s insistence on squeezing into the tavern; needless to say however, Marek is not going to tempt fate by yelling at an eagle.

Very quickly the entire patronage of the bar crowds to the far wall, trying to keep as much distance between themselves and Thunderwing as possible, making things very uncomfortable for Patch and his card buddies who are clearly claustrophobic but attempt to finish their game anyway. The only patron (other than the three who have taken a seat at the counter) that has the courage to sit anywhere near Thunderwing is Markalaway, the unsettling one-eyed undertaker of Ferravale, who simply looks towards the eagle, shrugs and continues drinking his ale.

Zee nods, lying through his teeth. “Course I’m fine, boy. Just tired is all, I am old enough to be the grandfather of every beast in here after all”

Zolomon smirks. “Great-Grandfather is more like it, I’m surprised you can ever set foot in a tavern, let alone drink any ale”

Zee smiles. “Then you don’t know me very well, me stomach is iron. Even in me old age I can still drink more than anybeast in this tavern; and everybeast knows that”

Thunderwing has begun flapping his wings to get Marek’s attention. “Thunderwing have long journey, need fishys and waterdrink, bring Thunderwing fishys and waterdrink!”

Marek rolls his eyes; great, just what the bar needs….another drinking contest. Oh well, as long as the ale is paid for. He barely has time to prepare himself when his attention to brought to the eagle, holding back a sigh, he gestures for Zaram to bring a large barrel of water and a plate of fish to Thunderwing.

Xander speaks up “I know he drinks tea with ale, but I never drank anything like ale”

Patch over hears this and offers the young badger a light ale, “Here kid, ya know fer being so good in the fighting pit earlier.”

The fish and water is brought to Thunderwing who nods his thanks and starts drinking a little water, but his main interest is the fish that he starts eating right away, fish disappear off his plate as he eats and he seems to be like a hare instead of an eagle “More fishys!”

Zee frowns at Patch ”Now Patch he has never had ale before. Xander don’t drink it boy and just go to back to the hut…and stay in the hut”

Zolomon chuckles,” I can drink a good deal of ale any day old timer”

Xander glares at his uncle and takes a couple few sips of the light ale “See…it’s not that bad” It’s then clear fairly quickly, this beast can’t hold his alcohol to well as he passes out after just half a drink.

Marek sighs and directs a couple foxes to help carry the young badger up to the guest room and he has Zaram serve the eagle more fish.

Patch starts laughing and gets back to his card game.

Zee frowns, well least the boy will be fine, even if he will have a major headache when he wakes up, he looks over at Zolomon, ”Trust me lad ya can’t drink as much ale as I can”

“Challenge accepted” The hare says as he raises a single finger and grins, he nods to Marek “A couple ales my good stoat”

Zee smirks and also orders a couple ales, “Two ales Marek”

Some of the beasts in the tavern decide to head out early, the eagle being a bit too much for them, and it leaves more room for the few that stayed, to perhaps watch the drinking contest.

Markalaway just sips his ale and then holds up his mug for a refill of the ale he had, he seems not even bothered by the eagle beside him.

Patch watches and decides to have a betting contest with his two rat buddies on who will win the drinking contest, the hare or the badger. First he finishes the card game and grins “I win again! But let’s see who wins de drinking contest, my coins are on de long ears”

Thunderwing drinks more of his waterdrinks and nibbles his fish, every so often he looks over at the drinking contest.

Marek rolls his eyes and pours the drinks, he watches as some more beasts leave and others that have more room now decide to watch the drinking contest .

Zee drinks down his first two ales and chuckles, “Another ale Marek.”

Zolomon finishes his shortly after “Me as well Mr. M.” He grins, well seems Marek is now known as Mr. M to the hare.

Thunderwing has ate his 2nd plate of fish and looks over “Thunderwing needing more fishys!!”

Zee drinks half his ale as he speaks to the hare” So hares are famous for eating a lot, so ya think you can be famous for drinking a lot? Guess we will see, I may be old and….well old but that doesn’t matter.”

Zolomon nods and finishes his ale, and raises his mug for another. “Yes of course, we hare’s are bottomless pits don’t you know…fill ‘er up, Mr. M”

Zee finishes his ale in response. “Yes, another!”

Marek rolls his eyes. “Yes…bottomless pits, do not remind me. I find myself blessed that we do not get our fair share of hares in THIS tavern…of course when we do it doesn’t usually end well”

Across the bar Zaram nods. “Yes, that be of the truth sir” The mole then makes his way across the room as Thunderwing shouts for “more fishys!” And his complaints are largely drawn out by the sound of bets already being placed on the drinking contests.

“That’s right, every beast…fork over the coins, place your bets!” Patch grins. “Oooh, 60 silver on the badger, thank you for your bet, sir”

Zolomon smiles as he takes down yet another flagon of ale, causing a ferret to bet 20 gold on his behalf. “I don’t think you stand a chance on this one, gramps. I’ve got this in the bally bag, wot”

Zee seems forlorn, but keeps up his drinking at the same pace as Zolomon. “I’ve been winning drinking contests from here to Send Valley since ‘afore you were born…no ‘afore your grandfather was born. Experience trumps stomach, me friend. I’m going to win one last contest today”

Zolomon frowns. “One last contest, what do you mean by that?” Both beasts have their glasses refilled as the mountain of coppers gets higher on the bar table…but not as high as the two piles of coins that Patch has set up in the betting contest, hoping to see Zolomon take home the gold (relatively speaking of course)

Zee briefly puts down his glass “Well lad, these things don’t happen very often and…well, I have it on good authority that I’ll be headed for the dark forest soon. It’s time fer me to finish *hic* what I need to finish and then *hic* kick the bucket, hehe”

Marek has already heard this of course, so the interaction between them does not change.

Thunderwing also has been told of Zee dyeing soon, he looks to Marek as he finishes up the barrel of water and asks for..”More fishys!!”

Zolomon however seems noticeably upset. “Well that’s *hic* sad to be hearing, gramps. It’s never good to know when you’re going to die, even if you should bally well expect it by now, wot?” He finishes his ale. “My apologies, I didn’t mean to be rude”

Zee too finishes his ale, and the two have their glasses refilled.

For a brief moment, Patch frowns before continuing to collect money on the bets, now feeling sorry that he betted on the hare.

“Don’t be sorry, lad. I am very old, older than you could possibly imagine. I’m probably the *hic* oldest beast in all of Mossflower. I just want you to promise me one thing, lad…don’t tell Xander”

Zolomon finishes his ale and nods. “*hic* of course I won’t tell Xandy, hehe. Me lips are….” He passes out and falls to the ground breaking a stool on his way down.

“More fishys!” Thunderwing says loudly. He finishes the last of the fish and goes to sleep, head stuck in the empty barrel.

Patch puts down his fist on his table in defeat, handing off his gold to the beasts who had placed their bets on Zee. “Well waddya know, the old stripedog can really drink. I knew I shouldn’t have bet against him” Not truly upset, Patch and his card buddies leave the tavern, leaving only a few beasts left in the tavern.

The last couple leave, now the only beasts in the tavern are a passed out hare, an old badger, the creepy undertaker, an eagle and of course Marek as the mole Zaram finishes what he needs to do and heads off for the night.

Zee puts his last ale down and smiles. “I win again! *hic*” He looks down at Zolomon. “Somebeast should probably get the lad to a room or something” He heads off to bed, stumbling but managing to make his way to guest room.

Marek surveys the tavern, seeing the broken stool and passed out Zolomon as well as Thunderwing asleep with his head stuck in the large barrel of water which is now empty. Markalaway has also fallen asleep at the adjacent table, his hand still on a half-empty flagon of ale. With Zaram having already gone to bed, Marek throws his paws up his defeat and decides simply to lock the tavern up with the beasts still inside, gathering the profits for the day, and going to bed.

The_Brony_Marek · Logs

*This happens near Ferravale, just off a little path*

Xander decided to sneak into the fighting pit, hey no one was here to tell him no after all, he had already fought a weasel and the weasel lost as they left with a black eye “He..so any other beast want ta fight?”

Patch smirked as he watched the fight from the sidelines, he had of course bet on the badger, hey he is a badger and they usually win.

Zee walks into the fighting pit and folds his arms over his chest ”Time to exit we need to have a talk.” He didn’t sound too happy.

Xander shakes his head “No, I want to stay, we can talk some other time when I am not doing this.”

Patch orders a drink and chuckles “Hey the two stipedogs should fight I say!”

Zee just grabs Xander by the ear and goes to led him out of the fighting pits, “We talk weather ya want to or not Xander”

Xander lets out a mumble, he decides to not argue, least much, “Hey your hurting my ear, the ear ring is in that ear.”

Patch sighs as he watches them leave and shrugs, he orders another ale and decides the day is young, something is bound to happen in the tavern before the day is up.

Meanwhile outside the tavern Zee releases Xander’s ear and sighs, “Why? Why the fighting pit, ya supposed to stay out of it boy. Thar be better ways to learn fighting skills than that.”

Xander rubs his ear as he takes a few steps back, “ Does it matter? And I am use to it, sort of feel at home in there. I am mature for my age, very mature for my age as I have grown up even if I am just some teenager.”

Zee sighs “Walk with me lad” He starts to walk down the path, walking staff in his paw. He leans on it once to wait on the younger badger to walk beside him, then starts walking slowly again.

Xander puts his paws in his pocket and walks beside his uncle silently, looks like he rather not talk.

Zee walks to an area of woods off the Ferravale path and then turns to Xander, ”Xander, I want to train you, though I will need some help on that as I can not fully train you, you are next in line to wield The Blade of The Northwind Storms, it’s been passed down for many seasons, it’s a blade older than I am.”

Xander’s eyes light up when the blade is mentioned, “Your giving me grandfather Zork’s blade today?”

Zee shakes his head “No ya have to earn it first, Zork had to earn the right to wield it as well and he did, and so will you. In de mean time” He takes off his cloak, showing a finely crafted blade that he takes off his back and hands to it to Xander ”I had the blacksmith here make it, specially made for you, perfect height, weight, and feel to it. You will train with it, it’s your sword and in training with it you will one day wield The Blade of The Northwind Storms.”

Xander frowns, but takes the blade as he studies it “Where is The Blade of The Northwind Storms at then? I thought I was getting it as my blade. You even said I was next in line.”

Zee answers “It be somewhere safe, not to worry but this blade is yours and yours alone. Anyone who has wielded The Blade of The Northwind Storms has had another blade before they wielded it, just as ya grandfather did you should learn to use all blades, not just one. Do you know how to use any weapons, did that wildcat teach you?”

Xander nods “I can use a dagger and a cutlass fairly well, and my paws when needed. I am stronger than I look and quicker also.”

A rustling is heard and a voice, “ Maybe we should see how well de stripedogs fight” And then a tall greyish fox steps into view, and beside him is a black weasel who grins “Yeah, should be fun.” They both have long swords and are clearly ready to fight.
Xander rolls his eyes and then raises his new sword. “Are you two beasts serious right now? You’d pick a fight with TWO badgers? My Uncle Zee is the toughest beast I know, and I’m getting there myself. What chance do you have by yourself”

Zee shakes his head. “Tis’ not a good idea to get arrogant, Xander”

The fox smirks. “Perhaps you are right, we’ve seen how well you can fight; that’s why we brought friends” He snaps his fingers about seven other various vermin join the fray, ready to jump the two badgers.

Zee growls. “See what I mean, boy?”

“Just hands over yer stuff” The Weasel says in a dumb slow voice. “And nobeast gets hurt”

“You heard my associate” The fox says menacingly. “Hand over your gold and valuables, like that sword…and while you’re at it old stripedog, hand over that real nice sword that you were just talking about”

Zee pretends to think for a moment. “How about I gives ya….THIS sword” With a small click his staff has broken off to reveal his signature thin rapier blade, which the fox has only a split second to duck as it beheads one of his “associates” that had gathered up behind him.

The fox shakes his head “A pity…..I really liked Grossclaw. Anyway….surely you can see that you are clearly outnumbered, so kindly show us to your fancy family blade before you have a dagger in your throat”

Suddenly an arrow comes flying from a distance and the weasel falls dead to the ground. “Yes, but are you are clearly outmatched, wot”. As the voice gets louder, a hare jumps down from a nearby tree, with bow poised to strike, it’s Zolomon.

Xander seems speechless as he watches the event, trying to figure out what emotion to display.

Zee speaks up for him. “Yer’ a lifesaver lad, thank you for your assistance. What be yer name?”

Xander snaps out of his semi-dazed state and ends up yelling at his uncle. “We don’t have time for introductions! We’re in the middle of a fight”

Zee ignores Xander, and even the vermin pause momentarily out of dumbfounded curiosity at the badger’s behavior. “There always be time for introductions, Xander, don’t be rude”

Xander’s anger seems to be rising. “But they have daggers pointed at our chests!”

Another weasel raises his paw and the fox, forced to take notice, sighs. “Yes, Bloodface?”

If at all possible, Bloodface seems even stupider than the previous weasel. “Duh….maybe we should let them introduce themselves, boss”

The fox growls and throws a dagger in Zolomon’s direction. “I DO NOT CARE WHO THEY ARE…KILL THEM!” and the fight resumes, Xander and Zee find themselves up against a rat and Bloodface respectively, while the other six vermin stand around trying to figure out what to do and yet another one of them is felled by an arrow.

“Three down five to go” Zolomon smirks, before being corrected as the rat Xander was fighting falls limply to the ground. “Umm…make that four”

Suddenly, the fox’s eyes widen and he begins to turn around, leaving Bloodface to die at the hands of Zee (“You better make that three, lad”) and he gestures for the rest of the horde to follow him. “RUN!!!”

“Um….why boss?” asks a stoat.

“B-bec-BECAUSE I SAID YOU SO, NOW LET’S GO!” Suddenly, the stoats question is answered for him as a large CAW! Is heard and the stoat finds himself thrown onto the roof of a nearby home and then falls back to the ground and his death.

“That’s two!” Zolomon shouts before realizing that a large presence has joined them, a large eagle with black and white feathers has landed on the ground. “AH! IT’S A BIRD…..RUN!!!!!”.

Xander too seems freaked out and begins to run in a zig-zagging pattern, hoping to confuse the eagle. He does not want to get eaten.

Zee starts chuckling. “Ye don’t need to be afraid of this bird friend, this is Thunderwing…I’ve known him for a long time”

Zolomon slowly backs up as Thunderwing tilts his head in confusion. “Uhh….long time huh? Jolly good for you, but I should probably get going, wot?”

Thunderwing makes a motion with his beak that one can only assume is a smile. “Am Thunderwing. How friend Zee doing?” He looks back and forth between Xander (who has now stopped running) and Zolomon. “Who badgeregg?, Who bunny?”

Zee smiles and gestures for Xander to return, putting his arm around his nervous nephew. “This is Xander, Zinnia’s son” he turns to Zolomon. “And you are…?”

Xander is a bit nervous but goes to be beside his Uncle “H..Hi”

Zolomon takes a deep breath to compose himself, and then tries to speak as dignified as possible. “A jolly pleasure to meet you, wot wot wot? I am called Zolomon Arturo Garrick Anderson IV”

Thunderwing’s eyes light up when he hears that Zinnia had a son, that Zee’s family is managing to continue despite the unfortunate news he has recently heard, he then tilts his head after Zolomon states his name. “Name too long….you are bunny”

Zee nods slowly as he puts the hidden blade back into his hollowed out staff and a click and its shut “Let’s get back inside de village, to the tavern!”

Zolomon smiles at this “I could use some jolly good food after a fight, wot” He decides to follow the two badgers and eagle.

The_Brony_Marek · Logs

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.

Ferravale Log:

Marek was cleaning up for the night, washing the last of the dishes and about to lock the tavern for the night. A lone drunk rat was about to be carried to an Inn room.

Alise walked in quietly, on her back in a baby sling she carried Cora who was sound asleep. She looked tried, and maybe she has been crying as she just watched the stoat from where she stood.

Marek set the last mug down and slowly turned, seeing the hare he frowns “Sorry we are closed for the night, come back tomorrow, Zaram will show you out” The mole nods and goes to led her outside.

Alise steps back “No, wait….Marek, yes I know you, I want to talk please. Just a short while and then I will leave.”

Marek listens “ Yes you knocked me out after a rather semi bad day, started alright it seemed, then get back to chaos in my tavern.”

Alise frowns “I..I am sorry for that sur, it’s just…” She takes a deep breath “Why? Why 8 seasons ago…you killed…” She stops her words and rubs her eyes. “My name is Alise, and this is Cora I…adopted her”

Marek looks to Zaram “Zaram make sure no one enters, this won’t take too long” He walks over to a table “Sit” He says calmly and looks at the hare.

Alise at first is unsure, but she finally sits down .”Why?” She repeats.

Marek answers “I was a different beast back then, at the time power and fear was my desire, not anymore. And yes I killed many hares, as well as other beasts that day as did the horde I had. I am sorry, truly sorry for slaying your parents. If I could go back now to that day I would, but one can’t change the past, they can just move on in life. I changed since then and I seemed to have finally gotten Redwall’s trust, to which I will hold on with all I have, trust is hard to get and even harder to keep once you do have it”

Alise listens and nods “Trust it’s..earned, I..I can’t say I trust you but I..I forgive you, I want to just put it behind me. I am sorry I knocked you out and attempted to kill you”

Marek nods “Forgiven Ms Alise” He looks to the stairs and back to the hare as he goes to lock the door “ The guest room is yours and your daughter’s for the night free of charge, Zaram will bring you a meal and drink, breakfast before you go…all free of charge.”

Alise manages a smile “Thank you sur…thank you” She heads upstairs with Cora.

Marek nods and watches her head upstairs, he sits and thinks for a while before heading to bed as well.

=Next Morning=
It was the next morning and Marek had yet to open the tavern, but he was up reading a book in his office.

Alise knocks on the office door and waits for a reply, Cora was with her as she couldn’t sleep much seemed.

Marek looked up and takes off his reading glasses and sits them aside “Enter Ms. Alise” He folds his paws on his desk after sitting his book down.

Alise walks in, Cora walking beside her and staying very close to the other hare. “ Hallo sur, the mole mentioned you wanted to talk more.” She sits in a chair and Cora stays in her lap and looks at Marek.

Marek nods “Yes, I was up past my normal time for bed last night, thinking of all that’s happen. I have decided to form a group, The Mossflower Defenders and had wondered if you wanted to join Ms. Alise. Healer, Fighters, Archers….”

Alise blinks slowly and shakes her head, Cora giggles at Marek and reaches out to him, “I….sorry I had plans to leave and go to Southward, a hare who used to know my parents said that before my parents joined the patrol, that they lived in Southward and traveled to join the Long Patrol, they had not been there too long, and that mom was already with child…me, born when they arrived, but mom had great healing skills and dad was a warrior, so they both joined in the fight to…well” She looked down “To take you and your horde at the time down, it was when a Sebastian was in charge and now a Lord Ciocan is in charge of the Long Patrol, so answers are there and so there I go. I am sorry and I do hope you find some members, I would am not sure I would join if I had stayed, maybe offered my healing skills I learned, but….well…”

Marek holds up a paw “It is fine Ms. Alise as I fully understand” He offers a smile to the dibbun and pats her on the head, he then stands “ I wish you good luck on your travels and do be careful this trip Ms. Alise, you had had breakfast already?”

Alise smiles “Yes thank you and I will be careful”

Marek nods “Speak to Zaram on your way out, he has some food, drink and other supplies for your trip. The supplies should last a week and by then you should be able to get to a small settlement.”

Alise nods “Yes and thanks again, I also am good at finding wild foods and apples are still around, as well as nuts. Plus I can fish, there is wild greens as well. I should be fine and I should head off now, come Cora” The young dibbun takes her paw and the two hares take the first step, of many in their long trip in their long trip.

Marek nods and after the two hares head off he finishes a couple pages in his book and then goes to open the tavern for the day.

The_Brony_Marek · Logs

*Marek is only at the first part, but the rest is important as well *

This happen in Redwall Abbey RW Abbey: Abbot's Chambers on the November 6th 2016 and right before this log http://forum.rwmuck.org/viewtopic.php?id=16

Marek had been escorted through the halls of the abbey by a single guard. They have been escorted through the abbey and up to the Abbot's chambers. Benar is sitting behind his desk, reading through a bound report book, turning the lined sheets one by one as he considers things. He looks up as the stoat is escorted back into the Abbey and he removes his glasses and slides the book to one side, "Marek, please have a seat."

Marek nods and takes a seat by the abbot's desk, placing a leather flask of some sort of beverage gently down before speaking with the abbot. "Of course, Mr. Benar. May I acquire as to why you have summoned me? With harvest wrapping up in Ferravale, I have been a very busy beast. I am also uncertain of Ms. Blisa's ability in the wake of Mr. Scioto's passing. Although I suppose she does have other assistance in the form of that seer"

Benar shakes his head, "I am sure Blisa will do well given time, and the seer... has always appeared competent. But what I invited you here to discuss was your exile. It has been many seasons now since you did what you did and you are a very different beast from then."

Marek seems surprised. "I was not aware that enough time had passed to even consider a pardon for the events that had transpired. But I feel I have done much to prove that I have indeed changed, Mr. Benar" he takes a sip from his flask. "The business with the last several beasts who have attempted to take over Mossflower notwithstanding, I also aided in the recovery in Zork Winter's sword among other things"

Benar shakes his head, "You have changed Marek, who you were, what you were, that may as well have been another person entirely." He leans back in his chair, "We are taught that all beasts can be good, that everyone can change... Marek. You have changed and forgiveness is part of our order's charter."

Marek nods, unsure if smiling is the best facial expression to show right now. "I'm glad that you feel this way, Mr. Benar; I am uncertain how to move forward now but I will do my utmost to prove myself worthy of your trust"

Benar says, "Indeed I am unsure how best to move forward. I think I need to gather the elders and ask them to support me in rescinding your withdrawal of hospitability. This would give you access to the abbey once again."

Marek nods. "Thank you, Mr. Benar. I shall not abuse this privilege; although I doubt I will be able to visit often, I have many responsibilities in Ferravale"

Benar says, "Indeed, but I felt that despite everything that has happened. It was time to move forwards and lay the past to rest"

Marek shakes Benar's paw and nods. "Of course, I will return at a later date if you confirm this. In the meantime, I shall have to return to Ferravale. I have heard rumors of a beast with ill intentions snooping around Ferravale" he turns towards the hallway. "ZARAM!.." The mole makes his way down the hallway surprisingly quickly. "I trust you enjoyed yourself at the feast, but we must depart now. One cannot expect a village to function without it's tavern owner, or it's recorder" He turns back to Benar. "I shall be taking my leave now, unless of course you need to address anything else, Mr. Benar?"

Benar smiles softly, then frowns and pulls a note toward him, "One thing... it is my duty to warn you that there is a beast in Mossflower seeking you. Someone seeking to get revenge for parents you killed during your bad days. I am afraid I do not know their name. But you should be warned."

Marek nods. "I believe that Zee Winters has mentioned this beast, I shall have to keep my eye out for her. Thank you, Mr. Benar and good day...come along now, Zaram" The two walk out the hall and down the stairs, heading back home to Ferravale

Benar says, "Until I see you again Marek... and thank you. For proving to us all that a beast can atone for what they have done. I hope you will join us at the winter feast/"

Caleb had just finished his chores and even helped with lunch and dinner for the day. He arrived at the abbot's doorway and then knocked on the door waiting on a reply.

Benar looks up at the knock and speaks "Enter please" He says quietly as he finishes straighten up some paperwork on his desk.

Caleb enters the room and nods "Umm....you had wanted to see me, earlier I think but I got busy with some chores, sorry Father Abbot"

Benar smiles "It is alright Caleb, I was busy earlier with a guest and then I had a meeting with the elders over an important manner that’s now been taken care of. I had forgotten to give you your acorn pin for gaining novice rank 2" He holds out the pin to the mouse and smiles, “I am sure your do well and be a Brother in the order sooner than you think, just remember it doesn’t get earlier, it gets harder from here on out, and will not be some overnight task or even few days thing. More responsibility and more to do, your need to be more mature and serious but I believe you can handle it."

Caleb smiles as he gets the pin and places it on his tunic with a smile “Thank you sir and yes, yes of course I know and...I am ready to face any challenges to come"

Benar nods and smiles "You can get your new rank robes tomorrow morning and you can choose a field of study but think on it before you choose it alright"

Caleb nods again “Yes...I have an idea but will think more on it." He gets the robes for rank 2 and excuses himself as he heads out of the room, almost bumping into a hare, the hare is Flint “Could I speak to ya abbot?" The novice Caleb meanwhile heads off his parents of his rank 2 novice rank now.

Benar blinks as he looks up "Oh Corporal Flint, hello is there something you need I had thought you and felicity left already to go home" He waves a goodbye to Caleb.

The hare shakes his head "Not just yet, want ta bally well make sure a wildcat is no longer a threat, I stopped in here to see if you seen Alise..the other hare maid that was with me, I seen her last night but not today"

Benar frowns "Alise...wait that’s the name of one in the great hall before the feast...oh dear" He sighs "I may have an idea where she is, and I may be wise to go find her. In Ferravale as she may be seeking a stoat named Marek and not for a good reason either" He sounds concerned.

Flint eyes widen as he remembers the name from recorder logs Alize read to him and sighs, "I..I will go find her before de lass does something foolish, excuse me" He then rushes off

Benar nods and watches as the hare rushes off and sighs, he then stands and goes to head to his bed, it is getting a little late after all.

But before he does a knock at the door and in steps Zee, "Abbot Benar...can we talk?"

Benar stops and smiles "Sure Zee come on in" The two beasts over some tea and scones.

The_Brony_Marek · Logs

This all happens in the Ferravale Tavern over the course of a couple days. It begins the night before and the next day the tavern has a guest who doesn’t stay too long, just for some quick drinks….

Zee decided to come to help a little at the tavern, just some while the tavern owner Marek was coming in late today. He also was informed of his nephew being here, of which he wasn't too pleased with why the young cub was here in the first place.

Xander walked down the stairs with a dagger in his paw and was proceeding to pierce his own ear, his left ear and place a silver ear into the hole, twisting the ear ring a little as he had been to do.

Zee doesn't notice the younger badger right away, but as Marek enters he does and taps the badger on the shoulder "The lad is awake Mr. Zee" To this Zee looks over and then frowns as he walks over "Xander Winters! Wot de seasons lad!" He points to the earring and shakes his head muttering something.

Xander frowns "Tis clean dagger, and the rat said it was ...it’s just an earring whats de big deal....like you care, or anyone the past two seasons." Seems being with Jedrick has had some effect on him, hopefully it will clear up soon. Being a teen is never easy after all and his young life has not been the best all the time either.

Zee listens and snorts, "You don't....give yourself a ear ring.......good grief I am glad Oz is blind or he would have a fit when we got back" He nods to Marek "Getting Xander back home..." The stoat waves as Zee heads to the door.

Xander asks, "Back home? Why....what if I said no?"

Zee gives the younger badger a look, one of those cause I said so looks, he will wait as long as it takes, he will make sure he gets to the abbey...both of them.

Xander glares at his uncle but he does follow him back to the abbey and its most likely the quietest walk in history.

Marek is collecting mugs and serving ale, it is just past the busy lunch hour and the place isn’t as busy, least right now and so some time to have a couple servers clean the floor and some tables before the dinner rush.

Patch quickly rushes into the tavern, scans the room and makes a beeline to Marek " Marek Marek Marek I have news! I have info!" A couple beasts stare at him and then go back to their drinks and food, one group of rats are playing cards.

Marek frowns “I am in no mood for games Patch, do sit and if you pick pocket the wrong beast again your on ya own."

Patch twitters his thumbs and taps his footpaw "Its..tis news your want to hear, it’s important.....see Zurr's brother was in the Gull and....." He starts to speak. Up to the stoat how much he speaks.

Marek says, "OUT every beast out tavern closed, all but Patch you stay" The stoat says, and when Marek says leave you don't as why, you leave and hope the tavern is open by at least dinner time. Marek looks to Patch “Start talking.""

Patch waits and gulps "Well ya see...Jedrick was talking bout poison and how he may use it on that abbot or maybe some...anyways he also mentioned how he sold a poison to his brother Zurrgg.....you know the one that killed Scioto with a poison he got from his brother, well Jedrick is said brother, Jedrick and Zurrgg are...were.....brothers! But he said he needed a few days and some cloaked beast as going to get it and probably use it and...and that’s all" He looks shakeie "I need a drink...strong p..p..please Marek"

Marek hisses low and breaks the mug that was in his paw, he luckily was holding a towel so no glass got in his paw. He takes a deep breath and goes to throw away the towel, he has more and sweep up the mess “Thank you for the info Patch, ale is on me" He gets the rat an ale and then sits down and starts to write down something on a scroll and place it in his tunic, he goes upstairs and then goes to head out leaving Zaram in charge for a couple hours.

Patch drinks the ale and would help himself to more but h decides its wise not to, he stays in the tavern a while, and once the crowd returns he stays in a booth on his own late into the day then heads home.

Xander sat at one of the booths, he so far has stayed out of the fighting pits and hasn't gotten into too much trouble the couple days he has been in Ferravale.

Zee makes his way inside and sits by Xander "So lad fighting pits? Really? Ya went in them, why lad that could of been deadly" He orders some simple normal lemon tea for the two and some fish stew.

Xander rolls his eyes " Why do you care? I was wining till the stoat came and knocked me out"

And up steps Marek, "Yes you need work, you were not paying attention and your lucky it was not other beasts who could..one here that surely would of...just killed you and ... not all fights in those pits are knock them out, sometimes it’s a fight to the death, not as often but it happens, and not always paw to paw, some use weapons"

Xander snorts, it's clear he dislikes the stoat and folds his arms over his chest," So you make me stay in a room above the tavern? And tell my Uncle I am here, tell anyone else?"

The stoat clears his throat" Yes I am responsible Xander and your still barely 6 seasons or just about 6 seasons from what I have been told, still a child in fact."

Xander says, "Wot ever" Yes a child, teen in fact, in seasons but a lot more mature and grown up for his age. He knows how to use a dagger and short sword, he is working on paw to paw and thanks to tough training from the wildcat he is strong for his age, and quick on his footpaws."

Patch enters the tavern looking back and forth quickly and then goes towards Marek "Marek,..thar is...problem, and not wanting to bother the chieftain but..he..umm Jedrick...is in the village looking for recruits and..stuff"

Zee sighs "Wot is it ya want Xander, to stay with me in Ferravale and your need ta listen to me and follow rules..or stay with Oz at the abbey...rules thar too though, but thar be some things you can do here and not at the abbey though" He frons as the rat comes into the tavern and looks at Marek.

Xander shrugs "I don't..."He then looks worried "J..Jedrick is in the village, this village?"

Marek points to the stairs "The guest room, and you can stay with Mr. Xander and I will have a couple guards to stay by the doorway.

Zee nods as he goes to take Xander upstairs, weather he wants to or not it seems he doesn’t give the younger an option to say no.

Patch twitters his thumbs "So plans? You have plans..I don't. This guy..Jedrick....he wants beasts dead like that abbot and any Redwall beast who is seen cause he wants the cub and I bet Jedrick KNOWS he is here and he will come KILLL us all...in out sleep he will"

Marek narrows his eyes "Do be quiet Mr. Patch or else you will be escorted back outside." He walks calmly to the main bar area, "Of course I have a plan, I always have a plan"

Xander follows Zee upstairs without question, any arguments could wait for later.

Patch nods and instantly shuts up and sits down in a booth, yes nothing to see here just a rat in a tavern, ordering an ale.

Marek turns to Patch “How close is Jedrick?" He gets an ale for Patch and collects any coins needed.

Patch takes the ale "Market place, he has like 7 beasts in his little band, though one got arrested for trying to kill the one in charge of the apple cart, so..6 beasts now guess"

Marek nods "Thank you Mr. Patch, now do remain calm and seated please"

Patch just nods and sips his ale looking at the doorway ever so often

Jedrick walks into the tavern, a small group of beasts with him who go off to play a game of cards at a nearby table the wildcat meanwhile goes to get an ale at the main bar area, not too many beasts are here right now.

Marek is simply minding his own business tending the bar at the tavern, until Jedrick and his cronies walk in. He gestures to his informant, a weasel of a rat named Patch. "Is that the one?" he asks, to which Patch simply nods before walking out of the tavern. The last thing Patch needs is for Jedrick to spot him.

Jedrick doesn’t think too much of anyone heading out and luckily didn’t see Patch as he was speaking to a ferret briefly, the ferret nods as a paw shake, new member for the group seems, he grins “I require ale and info"

Marek raises an eyebrow, as he removes a cleaning rag from a flagon. "Of course. Which ale would you prefer, Mr.....?"

Jedrick answers "I am Jedrick....trust me more will know that name soon, I have plans , starting with a beast who had the nerve to tell me no when I simply asked for something to be returned to me and....give me your best ale"'

Marek nods. "I recommend Dragon's Breath" he pours Jedrick a glass "Sounds troublesome. I for one know what it is like to not receive what one wants. I was once a great warlord. I even took over Redwall Abbey until all that was taken from me by the beasts who defend it. Tell me, Mr. Jedrick...how did Mossflower wrong you?"

Jedrick nods as he takes the glass and a couple sips, "Took my weapon....a stripe dog cub from me, oh I will get him back one way or another. The only other beast who would prevent that is some old..freaking old stripe dog....not a threat"

Marek listens intently as he too begins to drink a flagon of ale. "Ah yes, you must be referring to Zee Winters and his child nephew. They have both taken up residence here in Ferravale as a matter of fact, but you'll have your paws full trying to kill that one, he's tougher than he looks" he refills Jedricks's flagon. "But what exactly do you have planned for Mossflower, Mr. Jedrick. Speaking from experience, taking it over will not be an easy task. Do you have any allies? How many beasts do you have working for you? It's very important to know, as every details counts" he takes a long swig, "Take it from a stoat who has actually pierced the gates of Redwall itself, you need more than a few allies at your paw. So what DO you have, Mr. Jedrick. Or are you just wasting my time with petty remarks?"

Jedrick finishes the first ale and about half of the 2nd and glares at Marek "Ya ask too many questions and I have a group" He points to the 5 beasts, a couple ferrets and a rat, couple weasels nearby playing cards and getting ready to have some ale and wood pidgion. “So if you supposedly took over the abbey, why didn't you just keep it huh?"

Marek rolls his eyes. "Oh yes, I took over the Abbey, but even the large number of beasts I had could not withstand the numbers that Mossflower and their allies have at their disposal" he gestures mockingly towards Jedrick's gang. "This is a pitiful excuse for a horde, Mr. Jedrick. You could not stand a chance at conquering a single tree in Mossflower Woods, let alone Redwall Abbey" he pauses. "Unless of course you have some sort of secret plan that you are not telling me, Mr. Jedrick?" he shakes his head, dismissing the wildcat on purpose. "Not that it matters, there is nothing that you can do Mr. Jedrick that I have not already tried" he smirks. "Trust me on this one, you're outmatched"

Jedrick finishes the ale, maybe a little too fast as he coughs a little and growls "I DO have plans, oh trust me. I have this" He opens a pouch and shows him 2-3 items "Put together it makes a rather deadly poison...colorless, odorless and tasteless, and a cloaked beast will get it inside to the abbey." He then chuckles "The name Zurrgg ring a bell, my brother...killed the great chieftain Scioto, but it was I who gave him the poison, without me he would of most likely died sooner than he did...fool"

Marek again refills Jedrick's glass and nods, seeming impressed. "So it was you that killed Mr. Scioto? Yes, I knew Zurrgg. He roughed up my tavern quite a bit a few seasons back. You're his brother? He never mentioned having one" he rearranges a few glasses on the counter behind him, preparing them cleaning since he's about to close up the bar. "I dare say I am very impressed, Mr. Jedrick, but I'm not sure it's enough to take Mossflower" he raises his voice as he begins to prepare to close up. "ALRIGHT EVERYBEAST, LAST CALL!" as planned the beasts begin to fall in line; excellent, Marek wants every beast to see what will soon happen. "So...cloaked beast you say?"

Jedrick sips some of the 3nd ale, he shrugs "Don't know he was cloaked...deep voice like he had throat problems, little creepy too..tall, hmmms ferret maybe" He shrugs again" Who cares he will help me poison Redwall's leader, then we will see how they answer my ....give me my weapon back or else"

Marek smiles and writes a few notes down. "Cloaked figure, perhaps a ferret you say? Thank you, Mr. Jedrick you have provided me with all the information I needed; I can now end this wretched facade" he pockets his notes and starts handing the last of the drinks to several beasts who have made their way to the counter. "You see, Mr. Jedrick, the details I told you of my past are true, but you truly should have learned more about me before you came to my tavern. My name is Marek, and I am no friend to scum like you. I had to make you think you could trust me so I could extract the information, you are now no longer of use to me" he places several flagons of ale in the sink to be washed for later and his expression turns cold. "Oh, and I'm afraid you will not be making to back to your friend, or to the abbey. No innocent beasts will be killed today"

Jedrick finishes that 3nd ale and listen carefully, he then narrows his eyes and draws his longsword "Oh I will make it to the abbey and I am sure the cloaked beast will help me, join...join me even, but first you did stoat!" He does go to swing the blade but gets a rather bad coughing fit and grabs a hold of a chair as it to steady himself.

Marek stares forward emotionlessly. "I will die first you claim?" he leaves the bar to sit down next to Jedrick. "I do not think that you will be killing me today, Mr. Jedrick. You can barely stand, and soon you will not even be able to do that"

Jedrick growls, but feeling dizzy he swings the blade and stumbles forwards and coughs again, he looks at the stoat...."You..did something to the..ale" He reaches out to Marek as he tenses up and seems to have trouble getting up, and even speaking well.

Marek does not even blink. "Excellent deduction, Mr. Jedrick" he looks down as Jedrick begins to lose his footing. "I did in fact poison you, but not with any fast acting poisons I have used in the past. No this poison is slow. First you will lose your focus, then your ability to stand, not long afterwards you'll become paralyzed from the neck down, unable to move at all. Then one by one, your organs will begin to fail. First your lungs, and then your heart." he turns to the rest of the bar. "Would anyone else like to join Mr. Jedrick's crusade? No?" he smirks. "A wise move" he turns back to face Jedrick. "Oh and one more thing, this poison doesn't affect you by knocking you out, you WILL remain conscious throughout the whole experience. A significant amount more painful than the death you gave Mr. Scioto, or the one you had planned for Mr. Benar is it not? I have been waiting sometime to get my paws on the beast that nearly destroyed my home, and now I have...I hope you enjoy the next few breaths, because they are the last ones you will ever have “

Jedrick again tries to get up soon finding he can't move, he can just listen to Marek and take weak panicked breaths that soon slow. His so called gang choose a wise plan, get the heck out of the tavern, rather quickly. Over the next few minutes the wildcat slowly indeed breaths his last and then his eyes finally close in death.

Marek watches calmly as Jedrick dies, and then proceeds back to cleaning the tavern, getting it ready for the morning. For a brief moment, a large amount of the tavern's patronage look on in horror, but after a few moments they too continue as if nothing had happened, if this beast really killed Scioto, Marek's actions are best left unquestioned. "Alright, I think that rounds up everything" he points to a fellow stoat and two rats cowering in the corner. "YOU THERE!, kindly take out this trash for me and deliver it to Markalaway" he goes to a back room and addresses his assistant Zaram. "Zaram, would you kindly lock up for me? I have some news to deliver to Ms. Blisa" he walks off leaving the three scared beasts to carry Jedrick off the only place right now that might possibly be scarier than the tavern.....Markalaway's Hut.

The_Brony_Marek · Logs

FV:Tavern:Fighting Pit
The Fighting Pit is a circular ring set in the Ferravale Tavern, though off to the side. Metal railings surround the pit to keep the spectators out and the fighters in. The floor of the ring is set a bit lower than the rest of the tavern floor as the floor of the pit is filled with sand to make impacts a bit softer on the fighting beasts. There are little tables ringing the pit, though lacking chairs for a change. These tables sit at about the height of the railing and are much smaller than the tavern tables, and they are often either used for setting drinks down or for setting money for bets on. The floor just outside of the fighting pit is speckled with bits of sand lost from the footpaws of fighters exiting the ring or when certain fights cause sand to fly through the air out of the fighting pit, though that doesn't happen too much. A good distance away from the fighting pit, set against the walls, are tables like the ones found over by the bar in the tavern.
Exits: [Out]

It was easy enough to slip out of the abbey with a cloak on, as guests from the feast were leaving and the badger just slipped out with them, he is nearly 6 seasons and taller than a lot of some woodlanders are. He traveled to Ferravale, he was unsure why but he did like the fighting pit, its one thing that was familiar from Halyport, that is thanks to Jedrick it was so he decided to get involved in a couple fights. He won the first by knocking out a rat, a 2nd he knocked out a ferret and now he was involved in a 3nd fight with another ferret and so far they were both doing fairly well.

Marek had just come back from talking with Abbot Benar, it seemed his ban from the abbey would be lifted soon, he would check on the results of the meeting later but it looked to be a for sure, he was invited to the Winter Feast after all in a couple months so all seemed well. "Zaram lets.....whats happening now?" The mole just shrugged as he looked over at the crowd by the fighting pits.

Xander sidestepped a punch and narrowly avoided a slice, the ferret this time had a dagger and the badger just had his claws and swiped them across the ferrets face. The ferret was temporarily blinded and this proved bad as next thing he was unconcious on the fighting pit floor, the badger grinning down at him. The crowd half booed and some cheered. "This is fun, who is next?"

Marek walked closer and then let out a large sigh as he shaked his head, "Why...today" He muttered and then cleared his throats "Alright, alright Fighting pit closed for now and you" He points at the badger "Out now please." Zaram frowns and goes to put some stuff away and help get some drinks out.

Xander spins around and folds his arms over his chest "I'm not leaving, nor going back to the abbey if that’s what your goin' to say."

Marek narrows his eyes and walks into the fighting pit calmly and looks at the badger cub" I own this tavern, I built this tavern with others with my bare paws, this fighting pit I build and so it’s my rules. Besides your still young and shouldn’t be here by yourself, yes I know whom you are Mr. Xander...your Zee Winters nephew and I do not think he be too happy with you being here now would he?" A crowd forms to watch and see what happens next, some whisper and it just gets oddly quiet.

Xander glares right back "Make me" Yes it seems being with Jedrick he has some attitude to work on, " I'm staying here." Luckily Zee is not in the tavern or there may be some issues.

Marek takes a deep breath and then smirks "Alright, I have a deal. You can stay as long as ya want, but in order to do that you have to beat me in a fight. You win...you stay, but you lose...your escorted back to the abbey." His tavern. His rules. His way of dealing with this. “Paw to paw....we begin" He goes to send a fisted paw towards the badgers jawline.

Xander quickly sidesteps, the punch slides across his shoulder as he snorts, "Fine" He goes to send a clawed punch to the stoats chest, he is fairly strong for his age, and rather quick on his footpaws.

Marek has his attention and focus on the badger, the punch does connect some as he moves back, he is slightly winded and then goes to sweep his foot paw out towards the badger's feet, and send a punch to his left cheek.

Xander barely manages to keep his balance and growls low as he goes to charge at the stoat and head but him!

Marek sidesteps "Anger is not good in a fight, also it’s wise to use your attackers strength against them, when fighting a someone more powerful, use their strength against them" He stays alert and watches the badger, he is prepared for a move.

Xander blinks "I..wot?" He is surprised he didn’t knock him down, in fact he almost bumped into the side wall himself. He stands there slightly confused and then goes to try a punch to the stomach.

Marek is quick and goes to punch the badger out while he is distracted, he also moves a little sideways. Eyes always on the badger.

Xander is taken by surprise and lets out a small whimper as he is knocked out. He will be fine but will likely be sure and have a swollen lip come later.

Marek looks down “Seems you lost...ZARAM!" The mole comes and checks on the badger and nods "He should be ok zurr..."The stoat nods "Take him to the room upstairs." The mold of course gets some help from a couple foxes as Marek looks around "Show is over, no more fighting pit today....tomorrow after lunch it can reopen" He then walks over to the main area of the tavern and sits down, “Leave for a day and come back to this" He mutters.

Alise walks into the tavern, she glances around and frowns. This is not her sort of place and its clear she is a little nervous, but she is on a mission and she is speaking to a couple beasts quietly, looks around and finds another to speak to.

Marek is serving up ales and making sure all is well, and that beasts stay out of the fighting pit the rest of the day. Some woodlanders do come in here, but not too many and most keep to themselves. The stoat is having one of those days where he is slightly annoyed, and tried from his recent trip, so he has yet to take a break from things, but he has a tavern to run so looks like he will just close maybe an hour early today.

Alise nods as she finishes a talk with a weasel that points over to the stoat, to this she walks right over to him and narrows her eyes “YOU!!" She looks ready to fight, she keeps her weapon at her side but one doesn’t always need to draw steel all the time, she glances at an empty bar stool beside her.

Marek is cleaning a mug when he arches an eyebrow and goes to turn around, "What is the problem miss....perhaps I can help?"

Alise grabs the stool and goes to swing it at the stoat, no warning what so ever and clearly aiming to knock him out!

Marek has no time to react, the stool breaks as it hits him and knocks him out cold. He is still alive and a lot happens, some beasts stand up and look over at the hare maid and they are not happy, she just knocked out the bar tender. The tavern owner...yeah she may be in a little trouble, wait a lot of trouble. Zaram gasps and quickly checks on Marek who looks to be out cold for a while.

Flint has picked the worse time to track down Alise, he walks into this...his ear droops as he looks on "Oh no...not good"

And someone else comes in “Tea with...wot the!!" Zee Winters goes forwards and if need be will go to grab the hare maid before she does anything else, or worse causes a large bar fight “Whoa lass!

Alise draws out one of her daggers and jumps onto the counter, then she is grabbed as she kicks and screams "NOOO HE KILLED THEM, HE killed my parents 8 seasons ago let me go!!!" She screams again and tries to get loose of the badger. She looks around for the first time and seeing most of the tavern staring at her, she gulps and looks down. She takes a few deep breaths as fear, hate and uncertainty fill her mind.

Flint frowns and quickly goes to stand by Zee "Wot de seasons...errr....anywhere safe we can...like go?" Yeah this place is getting a bit too........not good to be at.

Marek groans as he starts to come to, Zee goes to lift him up" My hut works...let’s go." The beasts watch them head out, Zaram does his best to calm the beasts in the tavern as the hare is given a you better follow them look or else.

Alise whimpers as she is released, and then sees Flint and stares at the floor, just let me die now she thinks to herself as she edges closer to Flint and Zee.

Flint keeps alert and speaks to Alise "With me..NOW" he says and he will make sure she follows as he slowly and carefully exits the tavern, after the badger to the mentioned hut.

Alise follows, no questions asked...hey it’s better than staying in the tavern right now, a lot better

Zee manages to get to the hut and places the stoat on the large cot, "Well taday be interesting, anything else I should know?"

The_Brony_Marek · RP Chat

Greetings all,
I am The_Brony_Marek (AKA: The Artist Formerly Known as CharlieMouse)

My characters are as follows:

1. Marek Redthorn- Tavern Owner of Ferravale, reformed villain.

2. Zaram Redthorn- Recorder of Ferravale, Assistant/Adopted Son of Marek

3. Zee Winters- Retired Warrior, Winters Family Patriarch

4. Markalaway Omendark- Undertaker of Ferravale, beast of nightmares, one-eyed mystery, etc.

5. Quade Bracktor- Heroic Squirrel from across the Eastern Sea

6. Zolomon Arturo Garrick Anderson IV- An Archer Hare, Grandson of Jake Lafur Foreston Lakewood Johnston III- my mother's old character from the golden days of the muck who made a brief resurgence a few years back.

Soon, Marek will getting together a group of heroes dedicated to defending Mossflower and to protecting the innocent. This will be mainly to create minor tps (such as the occasional battle against a small group of vermin, or slavers, or some other events) so there can always be something to do on the muck even if a major TP isn't going on (although I do have one planned for the Spring). The group will mainly consist of background warriors and field support, so anyone who isn't already a Champion or Head Guard is welcome to join (although I would love it if Magramba or Bandit made an alt, you guys are welcome in the group OOCly).

Our first order of business will be helping my new character, Quade Bracktor find his sword Furyblazer. I'm hoping to start both the group and the glorified fetch quest sometime this week. So please contact me through here or page #mail or the Redwall Muck Alumni page on Facebook to tell me when you're available to roleplay.

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