The return of Marek and Angela!

BlisaMarshmellow · 2017-08-31 03:59:49 PM

SCENE: The ruins of St. Ninian's Church

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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#1 2017-08-31 03:59:49 PM

The return of Marek and Angela!

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