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** And Patch, lone spy rat and trouble maker shows up....and I spoof a random mouse maid novice in the wrong place at the wrong time **
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.
Zaram has been in charge of the tavern since Marek suppose death or disappearance, the mole deep down believes him to still be alive but he is unsure. The tavern beast leave him alone and a couple even started to help the mole who is suddenly in charge weather he likes it or not at the tavern.
Bolt smirks and walks into the tavern...Let’s do This. He walks into the tavern, head held high, with a group of 10 rats, 10 ferrets, a couple other foxes, and a couple marten archers "Hello...good afternoon all. You have two choices here surrender or join this group. This tavern now belongs to us."
Rowtag goes to the front after making sure the door to the tavern was blocked and grins "What will it be then?"
Patch was here to enjoy a drink, just a simple drink and about coughs on his ale. He quickly jumps over the counter and to where all the ale and drinks are keep and frowns, he cusses under his breath and starts to crawl to the trap door, first he has to move a rug and open it, somehow, without notice.
Zaram drops a mug and it shatters, a few beasts panic and a hare that is here faints. Well the rat wanted attention elsewhere and he gets it. A couple stoats stand up and go to guard the mole, Zaram gulps and speaks "..S...Surs.....yoi shoulid.....really rethink" He stutters into moleish when he is nervous. A small group playing cards, 3 rats and a weasel decide to join Bolt and Rowtag, some other beasts surrender and a couple weasels charge to fight Bolt, this encourages a fox to fight as well "This is our tavern not yours!"
Bolt smirks and fires off an arrow, instantly killing a weasel, the other he flicks a dagger at. 5 OF his own beasts fight the fox as he looks around and his eyes land on the mole and a smile forms.
Rowtag asks, "Really?" He sidesteps a weasel attacking him and beheads them with his sword, "What fun..."
Patch takes the chance and lifts the rug and the trap door just enough to slip inside and tumbles down 2-3 steps. He luckily holds back a yelp just barely and slides down the last couple steps and half limps down a tunnel that leads to the river by the mill, from there he bolts to Blisa's office finding that hidden adrenaline!'
Zaram gasps, he hears the trapdoor slam but its covered up by noise of fighting as he tries to make it to the stairs. A ferret breaks a dozen mugs and a fox falls against a table dead.
Bolt right away heads to the mole, a stoat tries to stop him and ends up with a dagger to the throat...dead stoat, the other manages to tackle the short tailed fox as they wrestle on the floor, each stabbing and making wounds.
Rowtag gets his longsword and goes to slice at the stoat attacking Bolt, yes a sneaky dirty trick to attack a beast from behind but that’s an assassin for you.
Another beast not having a good day is a mouse maid in green novice clothing...first she came here with her mate who said oh a few days in Ferravale will be fine...then the abbot was missing so they thought travel was a bad idea, this was worse and her mate was elsewhere in town as she hide under a table.
Zaram tripped over a dead ferret and gets right back up, he is almost to the steps, then he can lock himself in his room or maybe Marek's office
Bolt feels the weight of the now dead stoat...well some much for body guards, Marek choose weak ones! He kicks the dead beast aside and grins as he heads once more to the mole and goes to grab him from behind.
Rowtag dusts off his tunic and cleans off his sword as he growls at some beasts who finally back off, he smiles coldly at the mouse maid "A Redwall beastie...."
The mouse maid whimpers "Please...don't kill me....please"
Zaram feels himself lifted up and struggles a few moments before he frowns and surrenders.
Bolt stands and holds a dagger at the mole's throat "All fighting stops and you surrender or Marek's woodlander son dies!" Weapons are dropped as beasts surrender, a couple other weasels join the side of Bolt and one ferret dies when he tries to rush forwards. The fox smirks "Wise choice...except for the ferret...now" He motions a ferret to chain the mole to the bar stool and sits down" This tavern is ours, you are locked in here so ya best get cozy.." He points to the mouse maid "You come here! You’re going to help the mole serve us lunch..or die!" He chuckles coldly. He will give them just enough freedom to cook and serve drinks, that’s all.
Rowtag drags the mouse maid over to Bolt and grins "Me and Bolt are in charge now"
The mouse maid screams as she is dragged over and whimpers as she is forced to work for them.
The Ferravale Tavern is locked from the inside and the doors guarded by Bolt and Rowtags group. Beasts who are temporary captives are watched closely by other vermin working for Bolt and Rowtag….this is not a good time for this, but could have been worse as it was not as crowded being a couple hours after lunch.
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