Dead As A Doornail?-Ferravale Log

The_Brony_Marek · 2018-02-14 01:01:19 PM

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 was a normal cold snowy day in Ferravale and the tavern was busy like it always was this time of the day, the lunch hour and there was always some disagreement or fight that was usually taken to the fight pit, but not today.

Patch was watching a fight in the fight pit, a tall ferret and a rat were giving each other black eyes. Patch grinned when the rat again won and he collected any winnings he earned and chuckles “This has been a rather profit filled day!”

“Perhaps you should stop Mr. Patch or it is going to look as if you are up to something as you have won the last 12 fight bets…are you up to something?” It was Marek as he walked up behind Patch and waited on a reply.

Meanwhile two rats were arguing with a wildcat at a table close by. The two rats got up and started fighting as the wildcat rolled her eyes “Really…look I don’t care who ate the last scone you best not draw attention to us or I may just have to stab something and that something will be one or both of you.”

Patch frowned and slowly turned around “Marek….not seen you in a while, how ya been my friend and…well sure I can stop and I am up to nothing just a round of good luck is all.” He grinned but then seemed to think, maybe he should stop as he was lucky, maybe too lucky and he could lose all his new found gold “How about an ale for ya friend, your buddy Patch..what ya say boss man?”

Marek glanced over at the two rats fighting “Take it to the fighting pit you two, I rather not have any broken tables or mugs today.”

The first rat shoved the other into the table, luckily it didn’t break but the three mugs and plates broke all over the floor as they slid off the table. The wildcat quickly stood up as the fur on her tail puffed out a little and she let out a hiss as hot tea spilled all over her leg, she would be fine and could easily get a healer to look at it once she was elsewhere but here. Then both rats fell to the floor and rolled around punching each other in the face, each slowly getting a black eye and one spit out a bloody tooth.

Patch watched with interest and grinned “Who will win, let us…..”Then he stopped “Oh never mind….”He muttered as he decided not to play fate, he would keep the gold he earned and put some away and then maybe bet on some fights later.

Marek groaned and then reaching down with his good paw, went to grab one rat by the scuff of the neck, “Enough!” He sent the other rat a death glare. “This is my tavern and I had told you to stop and you choose not to, so now you will pay for the broken mugs and plates and exit my tavern, if I see your face again you won’t like the results of your actions of coming back after being told not to.” The look on his face showed he was serious.

The wildcat smoothed out her tail and cleared her throat “Loosefur….Toadstool…let’s go we are LEAVEING” The two rats looked at the stoat and then the wildcat who looked to be their boss maybe, “Yes Boss…”Yep their boss, but boss of what. The wildcat looked at Marek “I will take them now, and who are you by the way “Curious as he just seemed…familiar to her.

Patch got some ale and a bowl of mixed nuts and sat down to watch what happen next, he studied the wildcat closer and decided to keep an eye on her in case he seen her or her rat friends again. He always tried to keep up to date on what was happening in Mossflower and things had been a little too quiet for his likening lately.

Marek replied” Marek Redthorn…Ambassador of Ferravale and owner of the Tavern here. Chieftain Blisa is in charge of Ferravale, but I am in charge of this Tavern so it may be wise for you to take your rats and leave and a word of advice, if you’re looking to start trouble know this, Chieftain Blisa doesn’t take kindly to trouble making beasts and neither do I, yes I may of laid aside my weapons but it doesn’t mean I will let anything happen to my tavern, to my village or to Mossflower. I know beasts…a lot of beasts, some dislike me that is true but I have a lot of respect, now kindly escort the wildcat and her two rats out” He nods to a tall fox who seems more than willing to throw the wildcat and rats out of they don’t start heading to the doorway soon.

The wildcat wags her tail “Well…normally I dislike what I see as orders from anybeast, but I will exit your precious tavern today.” She gives the two rats a walk to the door or die look and they quickly go to the door, she shoves the fox aside “I can walk myself out thank you very much” She walks to the door and on outside, along with the two rats.

Patch drank down a 3nd ale and reached into the….oh the bowl is empty now, he pushes it side and starts to walk to the door.

Marek stops him “First Mr. Patch…pay for your snack, two clean up the mess and three keep an eye out for those three and if you see them around again, anywhere around, report to me”

Patch sighs as he is stopped and nods “Right boss man…” He pays for his snack and gets to cleaning up the mess, he does some dishes and then heads off….finally some spy work!!

===Elsewhere in a hidden base somewhere in the woods==

Meanwhile the wildcat and her two rats have made it to some sort of base, inside the base is a large room. “What was THAT about you FOOLS! We were supposed to have a quiet lunch and you draw attention to use.”

“It was Loosefur’s fault”

“No it wasn’t it was yours and if you didn’t eat the last scone that Marek Redthorn wouldn’t of been oh like…my tavern…my village blah blah blahh….”

“WHAT WAS THAT NAME AGAIN!” A cold voice sounded off from a very dark corner of the room, not that the figure could be seen but he sat in a chair, his voice cold and icy. One would faint in fear if they looked upon the figure. It was male and that was all that could be figured out, not a species but they did seem tall as a furred paw motioned for the rats to come closer to him.

The wildcat gulped and quickly kneeled “S..Sir….”

The two rats shivered and got closer…”His..his name was Marek…Marek Redthorn or least that is what he said.”

“Yes” The other rat said “Ambassador of Ferravale and owner of their tavern, I don’t think he is anything to worry about he didn’t even have any weapons on him and he is missing a paw.”

The other rat suddenly paled, if that was possible “Wait a minute….Toadstool wasn’t that the name of that stoat that was with the really old mouse maid like south of the abbey…”

Loosefur nodded “Oh yeah…we were supposed to…..”

"Dead...taken care of. Marek Redthorn is feeding the worms...Dead as a doornail, isn't that what I was told?" The voice is...beyound peeved.." Taking a nap in the dark forest now, yep no longer a concern! Yes I remember when I asked and that was your reply...EXPLAIN!"

The two rats gulp. They look at one another and suddenly both turn and go to bolt as fast as they can.

Only they don’t make it more than a couple feet as to daggers, one for each run fly into their backs and they fall over dead.” Craygar!”

A tall and deadly looking monitor came out of the hallway and into the room, he looked at the two dead rats but keep his calm as he kneeled before the hidden figure.

“We correct this. Marek Redthorn is alive….ALIVE! This is a problem and WILL be corrected soon. No mess ups this time.” A cold laugh “I will make sure of it if need be……this will be fixed, we still have time. Then my plans can go on, just as I planned. Yes things are going nicely and WILL remain going along nicely….your all excused.”

***This isn’t Redwall Related but you can get a feeling how peeved off the hidden figure is, this scene doesn’t go quite like this one, but same idea…two henchmen, was to kill someone and sort of failed…badly
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pPAd_Z8DfgA

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Last edited by The_Brony_Marek (2018-02-14 01:04:30 PM)

Karth Riverbark · 2018-02-14 03:00:31 PM

Ok this bad guy is creepy and I can so picture this! He seems like one that if you fail him you should just leave the area and stop working for him!

BlisaMarshmellow · 2018-02-15 03:54:53 PM

Dude......

This bad guy is cool. Hands to the sky in excitement over the upcoming TP!

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Dead As A Doornail?-Ferravale Log

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