A race through the Mountain also entitled When Dibbuns get loose (A Long Patrol and Salamandastron DAB log)

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Salamandastron: Level Two

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You are in a medium-sized circular 'room' from which several passages

branch off. Each passage fades off around a twisting corner, winding

around in the bowels of the mountain. One passage, however, hardly more

than a short, straight hall, ends abruptly with a large wooden door - the

forge room.

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[Up] to the Third Level [Down] to the First Level

[L]eaders' [C]orridor [M]eeting [R]oom

[T]raining [R]oom [Forge] Room

[Lib]rary [C]lassroom Corridor

[C]ommon [A]rea

Hares: Flint, male. Terrence, male. Felicity (Lissie) and Julia (Jules/Julie), females. Feanor, male.

The mountain is relatively calm for this hour of the day, though still there are several hares meandering through the passageway. One of these, having just come from a drill, is panting, hoping to grab a drink - and maybe a bite to eat - soon enough. Terrence sighs, glancing over at the way down to the mess hall. Not right now; he has to change from these rather sweaty clothes, first. He glances at the way to the library as well; again, he has to change before hitting the books.

Flint enters the hallway from the direction of the common room. He has his uniform and a cloak, perhaps he is heading out for a walk.

"Ach, Julia, where ARE you?!" Lissie comes meandering up from the first level, scowling. "Oh, 'ello. 'Ave eithah of you seen my sistah?" She is dressed in her uniform, and she is fiddling with a button on her shirt nervously. "She escaped from the schoolroom, and I'm tryin' to 'elp find 'er."

"Lost the little devil again, have we?" Terrence asks, peering over his spectacles (which are slightly askew) at her. "No, I can't say that I have. Though-" he adds, after a moment, "I have a bit of free time to help look for her, if you need the help."

Flint shakes his head "I have not seen her, I was about to either go out for a walk or skip that and go to the training room"

Felicity brightens up considerably. "Oh, would you 2 please 'elp me find 'er?? She is as slippery as a wet eel; I just wanna know where she is." Yes, she is pleading. Unbeknownst to the adult(ish) people, Julia is peeking around the far corner from whence Terrence just came.

Terrence nods. "Yes." He looks at all of the branching hallways. "Er..." He asks, turning back to Felicity, "Do you happen to know which way she's most likely went?"

Felicity waves her paws around in a rather agitated manner. "I 'ave no idea where she could--" "I be 'eres!" Julia jumps out from behind the corner in a 'ta-da' stance. "Julie, please come with me back to class..." "You gorra catcher me fiwst!" And the leveret is off in a run; she's surprisingly fast for such a small person. Lissie makes an exasperated noise and gestures in the direction her sister has taken. "Uh, em, that way! She went that...way..."

Terrence Turns quickly at the younger hare's voice, glancing down the way Felicity is pointing. "Ah, flipping' heck. She really have to go back /there/?" He asks, to no one in particular. The buck starts off in the direction.

Felicity chases off in that direction, too. Julia can be heard giggling. She is standing on the stairway leading up to the third level. She turns and shakes her fluffy little tail at them. "You cin't catch me!!" She then darts away from the stairs, headed towards the forge room... "Don't go in there, Jules! You'll get burned, wot!!" Comes her sister's anxious cry as she continues to give chase.

Salamandastron: Forge Room

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You are in a fairly large room, the walls rising up around you hewn from

solid rock. In the center stands a colossal object - the forge. Steam is

constantly rising from the forge due to the intense fire burning within.

The typical accessories are set around the perimeter of the forge:

billows, tongs, and a large bucket of cool water. Lining the walls are

finished and unfinished items ranging from great battle-axes to little

forks. A large ventilation shaft is above, raised higher than the rest of

the room to permit the rising heat to escape. Because of the flames the

room is well lit, although quite warm. Over in the corner of the room is

a small pile of raw ore just waiting to be molded into some implement or

another.

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[Out] to Intersection [Arm]ory

"Oh, bother." Terrence mutters, entering the room. He blinks back a few tears as a bit of smoke greats him. "All right, Julia, y'rascal." There are a few hares already in the room, working. They've stopped to look at the newcomers. "Er, ol' chap, I don't think either of you two are supposed to be here." one hare says.

Felicity darts into the room, ignoring the other hares. Julia has already wrestled the other door open and is sneaking through it. "Oh, no ya don't...." Lissie follows her...

"An' you, miss!" the hare calls haplessly after Felicity as she rushes pass. "Eh, pardon us, sah, have to catch someone." Terrence says over his shoulder to him, entering the armory. "Sorry!"

Salamandastron: Armory

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As a rule, the armory of Salamandastron is stocked well enough to outfit

almost twice as many troops as necessary. It is a large cavern with rows

and stacks and piles of mounds of armaments. There truly is enough

weaponry here to outfit an army: racks filled with spears, piles of well-

crafted fencing sabers in shining scabbards, rows of long, deadly-sharp

pikes, rows upon rows of stout bows, countless oiled quivers with true-

flighted and sharp-pointed arrows, a pile of axes and warhammers, rows of

thin chainmail... even a rack of heavy cutlasses sits near the back.

Every piece of Salamandaston weaponry is made locally, forged by the

skilled paws of a Badger Lord. Needless to say, every last piece of it is

of the highest quality.

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[Fo]rge [T]raining [R]oom

"Get back 'ere!!" Lissie leaps at her sister, who skillfully darts away with a cry of, "Dibbunf against bedtiiiime!!!" Julia is really fast for such a little leveret; maybe she'll be a runner when she joins the Patrol. ....if she lives that long. Felicity is furious, livid, even. "Get back 'ere, or I'll tan yer tail!!!" "Ifya cin catchers me!" The Dibbun darts to the rack that has a bunch of knives and dirks on it...

"What in the bloody heck is a dibbun?" Terrence asks, narrowly dodging a rack of sabers. /That/ would have ended poorly if he ran into that. "Oi! Stop, before we kill ourselves trying to get yah!"

"I a Dibbun, you ninercompoop!!" Julia declares as she reaches for a knife. Felicity makes a peculiar squeaking sound as she tries to scramble into a standing position. "Julia, please stop, for the love of--ohmigoodness!" She trips and runs into a sheild rack, which crashes to the floor, sending shields everywhere. Meanwhile, the leveret has gotten a hold of a knife, and is now waving it around proudly. Victory!

Terrence stops. "Ninercompoop? Am I seriously being corrected on how to say a word by a-" His eyes go wide as the leveret waves the knife about like a mad beast. "Oh dear. Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear." He looks about, seeing the shields Felicity landed on. "Er," he says, tentatively, "Maybe you should use one of those," He indicates the pile, "Just to be safe, eh, wot?"

Felicity stands up slowly, angry as all get out. She hands the other hare a shield, then starts stalking towards her sister without any form of protection. She's either braver than most or completely mad! "Give me the knife, Julia." "Nevew! Baff nevah, pway fowevah!!!" Julie charges and darts under her sister's arms; she's faster than she looks. A rack of shields is knocked over and spread out all over the floor, and now Lissie is chasing her knife-wielding sister around the room.

Feanor walks into the room, and nearly walks back out with an audible facepalm. "Ugh." He was just here to clean his sabre! WHY MUST THE WORLD KEEP MESSING WITH HIS PLANS? He enters cautiously, quickly snatching up a shield as he passes by a rack of them.

Terrence glances over at Feanor as he enters, a look of 'I'm not exactly sure how things got to this point' on his face. Right now, all the bespectacled buck seems to be doing is staying clear of the two sisters, almost leaping away at one point when they got too close for comfort. "Really, now! Haven't you two learned anything about safety?" He tries, in vain, to get them to stop.

Julia suddenly goes to hide behind Feanor, which may get her caught, but she didn't hear him volunteer to catch her, so..... "You cin't catchers me a now I gots me a knifey!" Lissie glowers at her sister and just stands a few feet away from Feanor, trying to figure our the best way to catch her sister. "Etgay ehindbay Eanorfay and try to atchcay my istersay." She grumbles to Terrence, not looking away from her little sister, who is scowling at her because she can't understand Pig Latin.

Feanor blinks and shuffles his feet from side to side awkwardly, trying to peer behind himself to see Julia. "Drop the knife, lass, and it'll go a lot easier," he mutters to her.

Terrence seems to not be able to understand it either. "Er, what?" he asks, positive Felicity has finally lost it. He stares at her for a long moment, before the light bulb goes off in his head. "Oh-oh!" He says, backing up slightly and moving around the racks of weapons to get behind the leveret.

"You a speak in widdles. I don't wike it when...when you talk like dat!" Julia looks very grumpy, and is oblivious to what the bespectacled hare is doing. She goes to tug on Feanor's tail (how ladylike). "It'sa my knifey!!!!!" Felicity starts edging forward. "Julia, you're makin' some bad choices right now, and you're gonna hafta suffah the consequences..." Ah, consequences. Those nice things that should be allowed to scream so we don't have to....

"YOW! You liddle blighter--" Feanor growls then remembers it's just a leveret and restrains himself. "Hmph," is all he says, yanking his tail out of Julia's grip with a wince.

"Gotcha!" Terrence practically shouts, grabbing at Julia's arms from behind. "Now, seriously, please drop the bloody knife!"

Julia literally screams (mostly from rage) as she is successfully restrained...but she is still waving the knife around with her wrist free. "LEMME GO YOU NINERCOMPOOP!!!!" Felicity manages to get the knife away without getting stabbed/sliced. She then grabs her sister's arm and gives Terrence a LOOK. "Thank you for 'elpin' me catch 'er. I need to take 'er into the other room for a moment." because Salamandastron lacks woodsheds. And these 2 girls lack a parent to be the disciplinarian.

Feanor snorts. "Glad that's over with." He heads over to polish his sabre for a while, now that the present matter is dealt with.

"Ah, er, right." Terrence swallows. He looks about the room. "Uh," he says, looking at Feanor, "I don't suppose you'd be willing to help with he mess?" He indicates the several racks of weapons and shields that had been knocked over.

Felicity drags her screaming sister into the next room (which is empty, fortunately) and closes the door, leaving the malebeasts to clean up the knocked-over weapons and things.

Feanor shrugs. "Sure." Sheathing his sabre, he walks over to the knocked-over rack of...polearms, it turns out, and begins gathering them one at a time.

Picking up two shields after setting them back, Terrence nods, saying, "Thanks."

Crying and wailing can suddenly be heard from the next room, then, after a few more minutes, Felicity comes in, carrying her sobbing, snotty-nosed baby sister. The Runner gives them a haggard look. "Welcome to my life, gents," she says sarcastically, with possible PTSD.

Feanor is about to laugh but thinks better of it. "That's that," is all he says. "Mind helping me pick these up?" he asks of Julia as he continues to pick up pikes. "Maybe some smaller stuff if you don't mind."

Terrence stands upright, cracking his back. The shield rack is back in place now. "Eh, she's a devil, for sure..." He says, look at the wailing babe.

Felicity gives him a look like 'You would trust her with pointy things???' Julia peeks up at him, her cheeks wet from her tears. ".....me cin 'elp??" She asks incredulously. Her sister kneels so she can get down on the floor, which she does. She toddles over to Feanor, then goes to give him a hug. "I sowwy fo' pullin' you tail...."

Feanor allows the hug carefully. "It's okay. Just don't do it again." Then, unexpectedly, he gives her a quick smile and reaches down to pat her on the ears. "Hmmm..." He looks around. "Can you pick up armor maybe?"

Terrence blinks. "Eh - there wasn't any really knocked over, mate. I'd just suggest not letting her anywhere near here for a while..."

Felicity sits on the floor and just stares at the far wall, suddenly striving to fight back tears. Julia sniffles, wipes her snotty nose on her sleeve, and nods. Then, hearing the other male hare, she hides behind Feanor, peeeeeeeeks at Terrence, and says, "I sowwy fo' bein' naughty...."

Feanor is holding a heavy halberd still, hopefully he won't drop it. He grunts, leaning it against his shoulders carefully. Don't drop, don't drop, don't drop, he thinks to himself.

Terrence, having finished a second rack, shrugs. "Eh, you were just a minor annoyance, that's all." He says to the young hare. "Though, I wouldn't suggest doing it in the future...Save us the trouble, eh?"

"Aye," Feanor says, nodding in agreement, carefully propping the halberd against its fellow polearms. There you go. He picks up a dropped buckler and hefts it before bringing it over to the other shields.

Julia is only about a season and a half old or so, and she is on the verge of a meltdown anyway: Terrence's words only push her over the brink. She sits down on the floor, takes a good deep breath, and starts crying brokenly. She is also rubbing her eyes; it's WAY past her naptime. Felicity slowly turns a glare at the male hare. "Thanks a flippin' lot."

Feanor facepaws quietly, then sets the buckler down on the rack. "Ugh. Another glorious day in the L-P, is it not?" he mutters.

Terrence turns when Julia starts crying. He pales. "Er, sorry. I didn't mean to make... you... cry..." He falls silent, catching the glare. "I'll just shut up now, I suppose." He turns back to cleaning up the racks.

Felicity sighs and stands. Padding over to her sister, she picks up the weeping Dibbun and holds her close. "'Ere, 'ow 'bout we go read some more about that Noonvale place, hmm?" Julia rubs her eyes and gives a tiny little yawn through her sobs. Nodding, she lays her head down on her sister's shoulder as the older haremaid begins to sing a lullaby...

Feanor heads off to polish his sabre somewhere quieter, leaving in a huff.

Terrence sighs, finishing up the last rack - they're all a bit scratched, but who is going to notice? Anyway, the hare looks about the room, having been left alone. "Well," he mutters to himself, "I suppose /now/ I can change, eh?"

Meanwhile, Julia falls asleep on the way to the dormitory. As Lissie lays her down in her own little bed, she suddenly notices that the Dibbun is running a fever! Great. The 3 other hares might just get sick, too.......

Thanks for reading!

Will they get sick?? D:

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