A weasel, an otter, and a fox walk into a militia camp...part 2

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This continues directly from 'A weasel, an otter, and a fox walk into a militia camp...part 1' left off. Can Fargo and Rorgan convince the militia to bring them back to camp, especially after a militia 'guest' makes a surprise entrance?

Rorgan laughs along with Carlos, though the mention of the ruins didn't quite help to make him feel better. "Despite that, should we not at least interrogate him?" He asks. "I would think capturing Dylan would be important."

Carlos chitters in laughter. "I suppose we should at least hear what the weasel has to say, I am kind of busy though so please make your please for mercy quick." Fargo gulps as the other otter guards nudge himforward with their spears. The fattened weasel's heart is racing toward a heart attack. Fargo takes a gulp of air and defiantly says, "No."

Rorgan rolls his eyes. The weasel's feeble display of courage would be a surefire way to get him killed. Reversing the grip on his dagger, he gives Fargo a sound knock on the head with the pommel. "I suggest you change yer attitude real quick vermin," He says with a growl.

Fargo gasp in pain and shock as he leans forward, clutching at the back of his skull. Carlos rolls his eyes, "Look weasel, you are only making this harder on yourself. If you..." The weasel snaps, "Don't bother! I know how this game plays out. I tell you what you want and you just kill me off!" Carlos replies witha sigh, "Well...that all depends on what you have to say now doesn't it?"

Rorgan simply continues to clutch his dagger tightly, his paw beginning to hurt with the force with which he was holding his dagger. "Just make this easier, and if you do indeed die, we won't make it as painful fer you."

Fargo gulps. Who's side is this otter on? His next words lose some of their impact with his fearful stutter, "I-I know where Dylan is, I know h-how to find him. But I'm not going to tell it to you!" Carlos crosses his arms and leans against the desk behind him. "Oh reeeaaaaly?" The weasel is beginning to shake now.

Fargo gulps again. If he tells them what they want to know. There is no more need to keep the weasel around. He has no doubt that he will be killed and tossed into a ditch somewhere...or worse. In the depths of his panic driven mind though Fargo sees a way out and a way to make the plan work...he hopes. "Er...I mean. I am only going to tell Luco!" It's the squirrels turn to raise an eyebrow, "Luco? How did you hear about luco?" The weasel quickly replies, "Because Dylan is planning to kill him. He smuggled one of his beasts into your ranks and he plans to get him close enough to Luco to stab him in the back."

Rorgan has to try with all of his willpower not to smile at the weasel. Despite his doubts, Fargo found a possible way for the plan to work. He looks at Carlos with a questioning look. "Wot d'ye think?" He asks, hoping desperately that the weasel's bluff would work, or at least, what he thought was a bluff.

Carlos shrugs. "I think we should just execute him to be honest." The weasel's eye twitches. He begins to sway back and forth until he falls backward in a faint. The pudgy squirrel rolls his eyes again and sighs, "Blazes..."

Rorgan simply remains still, barely able to breathe. "Perhaps starving him will give us the information we need." He suggests. He figured the weasel could use the diet anyway.

Carlos the squirrel shakes his head and laughs, "It would certianly make him easier to carry." The squirrel kicks fargo in the leg then gives out the order, "I'll send him back to base. Let him be their problem. If what he says /is/ true..." The squirrel blinks. "Where did you ever find him by the way?

Rorgan shrugs. "I was out in the forest lookin' fer vittles, and I found him with this empty sack." He takes the burlap sack from before out and holds it out towards the squirrel. "I found it empty, which makes me think he was takin' supplies t' somebeast."

There is a...rather unpleasant commotion from outside, consisting of a large amount of growling, hissing, and swearing. Three of the militia's squirrel guards throw open the tent's flap, and haul in a beast - which, judging but his size, stripes, and the length of his tail, is a wildcat. There is a rather obtrusive sack over his head, and his paws are tied behind his back. "You'll never guess where we found this'un!" One of the squirrels comments to another. "He was campin' out by the road! Just scooped 'im right up, we did!" The other squirrel replies, "Blimey! Is'at the one who hit the boss with that spear? Oh, he's gonna be happy to get 'is paws on this one..."

Carlos begins to reply to the otter when the wildcat is brought in. "Blazes, is that who I think it is?" The squirrel runs a paw through his head own head fur. "So no we have an assassin AND the Mossflower Butcher. Some ONE is getting a promotion from this." The squirrel beams. "Ok, shackle these two together then get a group ready to go back to base. You," he points at Rorgan, "If your unit can spare you, I'm putting you as an extra guard to bring these two in and..." The squirrel pauses. Something has been nagging him this whole time and it has finely come to bare. "I'm sorry, I never caught your name. Who are you and which camp do you serve under?" he says to the otter.

Rorgan freezes at the question. After all the thinking he did, how could he have been so stupid as to have overlooked this one?! "Er..I'm a new recruit! Me name's Rota." He finally says, projecting as much confidence as he could into his voice. "No one's assigned me a unit yet, and I was told t' go forage in the forest, and that's where I found the weasel."

Raziel is not at all pleased with these terms, and /does not/ make it easy for the squirrels as they attempt to shackle him. "I was just going to ignore you idiots, but /nooo/, you have to KIDNAP ME IN MY SLEEP!!! Now, I HAVE TO KILL YOU!" The wildcat makes various other assorted threats, and does manage to blindly claw at the squirrels as they restrain him, but they eventually get him into the shackles. But, the feline's voice should be familiar... At least to Rorgan.

The squirrel isn't given too much time to take this all in. There are quite a few questions he wants to ask Rorgan but, his story for now seems plausible enough. "Well then Rota. If the weasel is telling the truth then you are about to be the fastest promoted recruit in the history of Mossflower. Get them out of here."

Rorgan nods, looking around at the other otters in the room, trying painfully hard not to react to the very familiar wildcat voice. "Come on mates. I can't lift this big lug on me own." Even as strong as he was, he was very reluctant to get close to Raziel.

Fargo slowly comes too as an otter binds his paws. The other otters in the room have figured that the morbidly obese weasel is much less of a threat than the killer wildcat who went toe to toe with their leader. They help restrain Raz and lead him out of the tent. At least try to...

Raziel growls louder, if anything, once he's put in the shackles. "If you blasted fools put even a scratch on my sword, I'll show you a 'Mossflower Butcher'! You self-righteous little-!" And he continues to curse the militia and all they hold dear as they collectively /drag/ him back out. They should /really/ hope he doesn't get free...

Rorgan helps a few guards pick up Fargo and carry him out of the tent even as he breathes a sigh of relief. Thank the stars neither of them have gotten killed, but now he has to deal with Raziel being there as well. He decided that he would place the safety of Derrin above all else, as before, but he was still conflicted on whether or not he should get Raziel out as well. Fargo was a special case as Dylan had already asked him to save Fargo. He supposed he would think on it more later.

A small cart has been brought out to carry the prisoners back to camp. A burly otter brings out another series of shackles, binding one end to Raz's leg, and the other to Fargo's. "I was going to break out the ol' ball and chain but, I think the weasel will actually work better to keep him from running away." the guard says to the laughter of his fellow crew. Most of the militia members here have gathered to see the show. twelve in all. Six are assigned to travel with the cart including 'Rota'. Carlos smiles as he steps out of his tent, "Alright men. This cat is public enemy number one. And this weasel has information about public enemy number two, Dylan Locke. You get these beasts back to base safely." The squirrel adds with a smile, "Luco will be pleased to see them."

Rorgan, who has been standing next to where the cat had been sitting, simply raises his dagger again. "Shuddup cat!" With this, he slams the hilt of the dagger into the side of the cat's covered head, feeling a pang of guilt as he does so, even though he knew it was to help him.

Raziel may be large, feline, and full of rage, but even he can't dodge a blow he can't see coming. The wildcat wavers for a moment, growling, before slumping against the side of the cart. It's probably best that he /doesn't/ recognize Rorgan...

The heavy set weasel gasps as the wildcat slumps over. Truely terrified Fargo curls himself into a ball as much as he can against the corner of the cart. The last sight he sees before the cart moves forward is that hated squirrel Carlos waving them off. "Bon voyage! Enjoy your trip." Carlos folds his paws behind his back and walks back to his tent, a slight limp to his gait. The small wooden hand cart trudges off into the Forrest.

Along the way, creeping along in the snow, a nearly invisible shape moves along, following the cart. Upon closer inspection, one would be able to see observant blue eyes watching the cart. As it was, no-beast would be seeing Toran unless he wanted them to.

Note: The Mossflower Butcher comment refers to a previous scene Vannon and Raz ran, that has yet to be posted for one reason or another. With out any spoilers.... ... ... yeah, there is no way I can NOT give spoilers to that story :) Players today are Raz, Fargo, and Raz. Carlos and npcs (save for a few) were played by me.