Battle At Redwall(Bolts Of Chaos)
RW Abbey: Main Gate
You are at the main entrance into Redwall Abbey. The gates are a a massive, double-doored wooden affair, reinforced with iron, and with a heavy latch and crossbar on the inside to prevent would-be invaders. While the gates almost always stand open, you get the impression that the builder of this portal designed it to be nigh impregnable. The entrance arch is amazingly thick, denoting the strength and thickness of the ancient walls themselves, which, despite the upheavals of the past, and numerous cracks present in the rose colored stone, still stand tall and strong. Uncountable pawprints can be seen in the dirt, leading both in and out of the Abbey. Along the bottom of the wall on either side of the arch, weeds and wildflowers can be seen in plenty.
You can hear the bustle of activity within the Abbey, and the occasional murmur of a passing conversation. The sun is high overhead, and shadows are small. All is bright.--------------------------------------------------------------------Are you a newcomer to Redwall? Type +skills apply rwchat to keep track of what's happening.--------------------------------------------------------------------
Exits: [Enter] the abbey, [R]ight Along [W]all, [L]eft Along [W]all, [R]oad
The road is quiet, or it was quiet as now there is movement of beasts with swords and other weapons, and leading them is Shadowfur as he smiles coldly, he also has archers at the ready.
Bastien is on wall duty, he yawns as it's been quiet all day and it was getting boring, his ears perk and he catches movement and frowns as he becomes a lot more alert now and looks down towards the road.
Braen walks down to the wall hoping to help Bastien in his duties. "What is it? Is something wrong?" He looks at the approaching enemy.
Ferravale guards run onto the walls, followed by Nightbreath, who sensed the approaching hordes. A few dozen yards in front of Redwall, deep, wet trenches are dug, filled with some liquid. "Fire arrows," He whispers, and the word is passed along as the archers light up and nock arrows.
Scioto walks up to the top of the wall and looks over, his ears go flat against his head as he sees Shadowfur and the horde beasts.
Abbey guards move through the open areas alerting the Redwallers to the danger. Someone in the still under construction bell tower begins beating a drum as a warning to gain everyone’s attention. Bandit the fox had just finished stuffing himself with his lunch when beasts started filing into the Grand Hall. He rolls his eyes and moans, "Ah blast it." He moves at a hurried pace to the guard shack where his armor and weapon is kept.
Marek's Forces are beginning to approach in all the numbers they have, apparently Marek's tactics are to take Redwall directly not a great plan. Braen smirks. "He can't possibly think to win this way, right?"
DoraRose is doing exactly what Leon doesn't want her doing. She has justified it in her mind over and over again, but something in her mind isn't quite so sure. She has her sling loaded in paw, and her bastard sword strapped to her side over her light armor. She runs up the wall steps and tries to blend in with the other warrior beasts, but the all give her enough room to squeeze in. She sighs and peers down at the enemy. Wow. There's more of them than she thought.
Shadowfur smirks "Redwall shall fall just as Ferravale fell, Redwall will soon belong to Marek as well" He snaps his fingers as horde beasts crowd forwards and archers prepare to fire off arrows. He is Marek's 2nd in command and seems in charge of at least this fight.
Emyuil strides slowly up the walls in his sister's wake, whirling Nevermore confidently and relaxedly a few times before holding it low at his side. "Let's break some skulls," He whispers to himself, peering down at the enemy. Louder, he says, "Here they come."
Bastien frowns, this is his first real battle and, well he is a little afraid but tries to stay calm best he can he does have the guards to give orders to after all, he looks to them "Ok..get ready to defend the abbey" He gets his longbow ready and selects an arrow.
"SHIELDS UP!" Nightbreath bellows and every beast with a shield presses to the front to block arrows. "Archers, ready!"
Scioto watches, his sword ready it needed, for now it’s not needed just yet.
Bandit emerges from the gate house wearing his armor. It is a little tighter than he remembers but functional. In one hand is a small hatchet and sheathed at his side is 'Old Rusty' his rapier. Not a Redwall soldier or Ferravale refugee he wonders where he would best be place and seeks out the person yelling the loudest. They should be able to give him some orders.
Braen orders a few ground troops to fight and goes downward to be in the fray himself, as Marek's troops reach ever further to the gate, but it seems not fast enough as many of them fall before they reach it from the arrows
"FIRE!" Nightbreath yells. Fwoosh! The trenches ignite in ten-foot columns of flame the moment the fire arrows hit the bottom of the trenches. Horde beasts roast, screaming...
Shadowfur glares at the Redwall troops and smirks as he calls out "Attack!" Some of the horde beasts are burnt by the fire as Shadowfur growls low, "Keep attacking ya fools!"
Braen smirks. "You have no clue what you are doing, ferret. Redwall will not be easy to take and you're master will fail"
Nightbreath grins in agreement as the gates swing open and a team of swords beasts charge out in a surprise attack!
Scioto nods and some guards under his command charge Marek's Horde beasts, He draws his sword and stands ready to fight as well.
Braen draws his sword. "We shall see who wins this day" He begins fighting many of Marek's beasts, apparently the less qualified beasts are in the horde
Shadowfur narrows his eyes, a couple weasels beside him get shot with arrows fired off the wall, he backs up and slices an otter that gets too close and smiles coldly, “One less Redwaller around."
Scioto keeps an eye on his troops and narrowly avoids a cut on the side from a rat, the guards from Ferravale and some Redwallers defend the abbey, some arrows fire from both sides as the battle goes on.
Braen takes a large cut from one of Shadowfur's beasts and falls over, he retreats back into Redwall in hopes of getting some healing, and maybe to take a bow instead of a sword
Nightbreath stands framed in the gate, fire billowing up to his left and right. A quick toss of powder and the flames roar up blue. "SHADOWFUR!" He hollers. "COME FORTH AND FACE ME!"
Shadowfur turns to see the seer and smirks, "It’s the fool, hello are you ready to die now...good" He twirls his sword and smiles coldly, a mouse guard is sliced in the chest and falls as the ferret comes forwards.
Scioto commands some archers to fire, they fire and a few members of Marek's horde fall dead on the road, a Ferravale guard stays close to Scioto as the fighting rages on both sides, another small group fight nearby as well.
Braen gets up to strength to fire a few arrows at Marek's beasts, but all of them miss. Luckily for Redwall, the arrows from other beast aren't, Shadowfur is losing badly, but he fails to realize it
Nightbreath batters through the enemy lines with his jagged katana until he stands before Shadowfur, breathing lightly and ready to throw down.
Shadowfur smiles slowly and coldly as he grips his blade, he angles it and then slices towards the Seer's chest quickly as the horde beasts battle the Redwallers close by, the horde beasts are not doing so good as Redwallers start to get the upper paw.
Braen sighs as it becomes obvious he is too injured to continue fighting, and makes his way to the infirm
Scioto watches Braen head to the infirm as he starts to fight a rat and stabs it in the side, the rat falls, members of Marek's horde are hit with arrows from the Redwallers and a couple horde beasts end up with hot liquid poured on them and flee painfully into the woods, but still many remain fighting.
Nightbreath parries contemptuously and strikes three times in a flurry. "HYAH!"
Shadowfur is pushed back and about loses his footing; he growls and kicks out at the Seer with his right foot paw, an arrow from the wall hits his shoulder as he growls in pain.
Nightbreath seizes the foot paw and yanks hard backwards, sending Shadowfur flying towards the fire pits, but he may be able to stop himself if he tries. "Burn, evildoer!" Nightbreath hollers.
Scioto watches as the battle starts to slow some, some Redwaller guards and Ferravale guards are dead but a lot more horde beasts are dead it would appear.
Shadowfur eyes go wide as the foot paw is grabbed, he goes to slice at Nightbreath's lower arm as he falls towards the fire, his back gets badly burned as he stops and quickly rolls away panting, his fur smokes as he snarls at Nightbreath and takes his blade in both paws and goes to charge him straight on!
Nightbreath whirls his blade and spits at his foe, regarding his enemy calmly. "Strike me down, you cannot."
Scioto watches as some left over archers fire at the abbey, a guard gets shot in a shoulder, but a group of Redwall beasts also fire and take out Marek's horde beasts some as well.
Shadowfur chuckles as he slices at the Seer, he ducks the swirling blade and it takes off his right ear.
Nightbreath offers an impudent grin as he side-steps the strike and responds with a downward chop again.
Shadowfur sidesteps best he can, but gets a nasty and deep cut to the shoulder blade and into his chest some, he stumbles some as blood pours and the grip on his sword loosens greatly.
Scioto watches Shadowfur and Nightbreath fight, at the same time he makes sure no one gets on the wall or inside the abbey, a couple horde beasts limp off to fight another day, some stay and battle.
"Thus ended Shadowfur the General," Nightbreath says calmly. "Loyal to Marek and enemy of all that is good." SWISH! A thrust through Shadowfur's chest ends the fighter's life.
Shadowfur didn’t have time to react, he dies right where he stands, horde beasts see this and a lot panic and flee back towards Ferravale, a small few stay and look confused, a couple of them fall to Redwall fighters and a couple surrender.
Scioto watches as Horde beasts flee and pants, "We need to follow them, plan an attack to get the village back...they are weaken now and without a 2nd in command"
"First we recover," Nightbreath states, wiping his sword clean. "We need to recover and heal, a few days should be sufficient."
Scioto nods "Yes..We plan and recover"
---The bit below happen at the same time at another entry to the abbey---
DoraRose moves to another part of the wall, one a bit less crowded. She starts whirling her sling, ready for the command to fire.
The call comes as Emyuil runs up behind his sister, inexpertly wielding a longbow at his foes. Inaccurate, 'cuz he's new at archery, but he yells as he fires with wild abandon.
Bastien paces back and forth, he fires off an arrow that hits a weasel in the shoulder, another gets a rat in the neck.
A sizable piece of the enemy army ignores the skirmishers out on the battle field. They march at a quick but controlled pace toward the wall. The vermin shields look like pin cushions from Redwall arrows. Occasionally one will get through and a soldier will drop. Some lines of troops are carrying ladders in-between them.
Bastien frowns as he calls over "They have ladders we need to not let them up!"
DoraRose narrows her eyes and sharply lets loose a rock, then right behind it another rock, headed for the same target. She shakes her head at brothers' antics, fully anticipating him to somehow shoot himself in the foot. "I suggest sticking to the sling, brother." She launches another rock. Her goal is to numb the paws of the enemy fighters so that they drop their shields long enough to get shot by the arrows. She nods and readies herself to put up her sling and draw her sword.
Along the ramparts of the wall a certain air of fear and death and the furry of battle can be felt. Red Waller’s try to loose arrows in volleys while others toss rocks at the enemy. Beasts catch arrows from the enemy and those unfortunate enough for the shafts to pierce their armor fall from their wounds.
Emyuil hurls the bow down in disgust and shoves the arrows out of the way, flicking Nevermore in a quick circle with a grin. "Been long since she's tasted blood, has Nevermore,” Emyuil whispers to himself with that old look in his eye.
Bandit walks up to Bastien and pulls him down as an arrow goes flying over his head, "Howdy hare. Fancy meeting you here? Where do you need me?"
Bastien gasps as an arrow cuts through his head fur, he frowns "Ummm yeah just..just prevent them from getting on the walls ok"
From the inner walls of Redwall, Redwallers and Ferravale alike were making their way up to the top of the wall. The stairs were being used transporting weaponry and guard alike. At the bottom of the stairs a lizard was trying to find a moment to get them up, but to no avail. Tipper hiss, inpatient of waiting, he grips the wall and climes to the upper rampart with his claws. and gets to the top but keep low from the flying arrows and other things
Dorarose fires off another rock, then another, at the enemy below. She ducks, grimacing as she gets a tiny little nick in her ear from an arrow. She lets loose another rock, and ducks down again.
Emyuil waits longer and longer. "TUSCANI!" He roars, rattling his blade a bit.
Bastien manages to stand long enough to order the Redwall archers to fire, arrows rain down on the horde beasts
Enemy forces have reached the walls. Ladders and grapples go up and vermin begin to climb. Some beast shouts, "Get ready to replerrrk!" He is silenced as are more archers as a well-placed enemy volley tears through the defenders. It looks like the enemy lines hid some archers in their ranks!
Bastien frowns, a group of Redwall defenders go into action and go to push down the ladders or cut the ladders free of the walls, a couple ladders fall back to the ground with horde beasts.
A beast shouts "Breech! Breech! We need help!" Not too far down the wall the vermin have managed to establish a hold on the wall. Enemy soldiers file out and attack the defenders on both sides. The wall descends into chaos as defenders fight, die or fall back. If not contained soon the wall will be overrun.
Bandit exclaims, "Blast it!" He snarls a curse and rushes into the fray. The combat has become beast upon beast with no assemble of order.
Emyuil runs quickly to the breach with a snarl on his lips and fire in his eyes as he dismembers horde beasts with ruthless brutality.
A group of Redwall defenders arrive and help get the horde beasts back quickly, some slicing with swords, others fire off arrows at the horde, others push ladders back, all seem to help get the evil ones off the wall tops.
Bandit blocks a blow with the rapier and slashes at a varies vital spots on a vermin with the axe. When his blade meets another he quickly attacks again in an effort to take down his opponent.
DoraRose stuffs her sling into her apron pocket and draws her sword, hacking at a grappling hook. At the yells of a breech, she turns...and that was her mistake. A stray arrow enters her left arm and she screams out in pain. She grits her teeth and allows something that she vowed she would never happen again....she lets the Bloodwrath come up. Just a little, but it's growing. She stands, twirls her sword and slams into a group of enemy fighters that have just gotten on top of the wall. They scream as she kills them within a moment, the blink of an eye. Blood is pouring out of the wound from just below the armor on her arm, but the warrior mouse doesn't even notice it. She attacks another, then starts slicing at vermin crawling onto the wall from a ladder. She is unstoppable.
A brave mouse launches himself from the battle tops while clinging to a ladder. No one sees the noble sacrifice but his efforts don't go un appreciated. More horde members clamber up the walls.
Emyuil charges to his sister's aid, cleaving through countless vermin in his haste to reach her. "'ROSE!" He roars as he stabs a fox through the stomach and carves him open like a roast bird. "WAIT FOR ME!"
Bastien stands, he pushes a couple horde beasts away himself, others help and ladders fall, some ladders break, no longer useable, a rat slices at his arm as he tenses up in pain as blood forms on his arm close to his shoulder.
The vermin have heroic moments of their own. A ferret sees his brother go down and rushes in, single handedly defeating several defenders and pushing the hors lines further before dragging his kin back to safety.
Tipper move toward the edged of wall and peeks over to see the attacking fray. He then hears the yell of a breech. He move to the call on all fours and slithers around other beasts defending the wall.
Bandit snarls in anger. The young and pudgy fox has turned once more into a ruthless pirate. He charges at an enemy shield wall. He leaps on the shield and then does a flip over. He hacks at one beast with an axe while defending against to more.
The enemy is starting to lose ground.
Bastien still manages to fire off a couple arrows, rather painfully and a couple vermin fall, he leans on the wall and looks at his bleeding arm and shakes his head, he has to stay awake, can’t pass out...passing out is bad.
Emyuil hacks another foe beast’s head off. "That's another," He growls as he steps to his sister's side.
DoraRose keeps slicing, her light armor holding up nobly. She has killed one whole ladder full of the enemy, and yet they still come. Her teeth are bared in defiance, her sword swinging like a scythe. She has a few cuts, but doesn't even notice them.
The ranks of the horde beasts start to falter and collapse. Some try to escape back down the wall, those that don’t go down fighting drop their weapons and hope for surrender.
Bastien watches as the horde lessens and drops to sitting position and leans against the wall, least he is protected from anything right now, for most part.
Bandit comes to join the hare and sits down next to him. The fat fox is panting heavily and is suffering from many minor cuts to his body.
DoraRose kills the few that tried to surrender to her, lost within the rage of the Bloodwrath. The rest around her see this and back up, surrendering to other creatures or scrambling back over the wall. Without being able to think clearly, DoraRose yells and starts to try and follow them.
Emyuil goes back-to-back with his sister, slashing and stabbing carefully as he decimates the enemies surging over the breach. Suddenly an arrow takes him through the side and he falls with a curse and a desperate call of "'Rose! 'elp m..."
DoraRose hears, just barely, her brother's plea. She turns, and the sight that greets her chases all the rage away. "Emyuil!!" She kneels beside him, suddenly weak from the loss of blood that has been pouring out of her arm. "Emmy! Oh, no, please don't die, please be alright..." she starts to cry. She knew something bad was going to happen! She just knew it!
Bandit gets up and looks over the wall. "Hey, they are retreating...we won!"
Bastien looks over and frowns, "We need a healer..probably more than one"
Emyuil stares up at his sister...and smiles warmly, a beatific expression transfiguring his features for a moment before he goes limp, blacked out. "Unhh..."
Bandit looks about the wall when he realizes no one is cheering. The wall is littered with fallen beasts and the cries of the wounded. He looks at a small open spot where several enemies died in a circle, a mess he made himself. He looks down at his weapons which are stained from use. The fox feels suddenly sick
Scioto walks towards the others as horde beasts are seen running, a couple surrendered, he looks around, "How is every beast?"
A couple healers show up and quickly go to tend to those wounded
Bandit gestures to the grizzly scene around them, "We won." He says without a hint of sarcasm
"EMYUIL!!!" DoraRose cries, tears falling down her face, then she faints, slumping over on her side.
Scioto looks around and sighs, he lets the Redwall healers tend to the injuried, the injuried are taken to the infirmy and the dead are morned, any horde beasts that didn't flee are taken somewhere, he counts 4 that surrendered, he goes to help with anything he is able to help with.
